Disclaimer: Don't own Bones
A/N: I'm having way too much fun writing these and hope you guys are enjoying them! I will incorporate some longer ones(i.e. next one) since the drabble form is not to everyone's taste, but I must warn even the longer ones will still be fairly small since these are just meant to be little B/B snapshots. Thoughts always welcome :)
Scared
The crime scene had been processed and they were now alone.
"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" His hands gripped her shoulders as he pushed her against the door of the car. "What the hell, Bones! You don't throw yourself in front of knife-wielding psychos!"
"Calm down, Booth. It's not like it was a bullet," she reminded him meaningfully.
"Don't." Booth warned, pushing his face so close that his minty breath ghosted over her lips. "Don't try to deflect, don't tell me to calm down, don't fucking risk your life."
He wanted to scream at her but instead he slammed her against his chest and buried his face in the curve of her neck. "Just don't," he pleaded hoarsely.
Her hands automatically wrapped around him, her eyes closing at the feel of him, so strong yet almost shaking, in her arms.
"I'm sorry I scared you." Even though if she had to do it over she wouldn't hesitate because . . . "I was closer to him but his eyes were looking at you when he pulled the knife. I don't want you to be hurt either."
Not because of her. Not because of anything. Not ever again.