A/N: This begins where "The Hole in the Heart" fades to black.
Cliff
The group walked back inside the Jeffersonian, notes of "Lime in Da' Coconut" still floating through the air. Hodgins brought out cups and one of his alcoholic concoctions. After a brief toast to their fallen friend the team dispersed with instructions from Cam to not return for a few days.
Booth and Brennan got into the SUV, an easy silence falling between them as they rode to his apartment, their only communication being their hands held over the center console. They hadn't really discussed what happened the night before or what was going to happen between them but for tonight it was understood neither wanted to be alone.
After a mostly quiet dinner they both crashed, exhausted into his bed, barely getting the light turned off before they fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.
In the early morning light Brennan woke to Booth watching her. He moved closer and their lips lightly touched, just a whisper of a kiss. So many emotions had traveled through Brennan in the past two days and understanding how she was feeling was not something she did well. But she did know here in this moment, wrapped in his arms, with his lips on hers everything felt right.
There were conversations that needed to be had and problems to be sorted. The future of their relationship was hanging over a metaphorical cliff. But at this moment, here where everything felt so right, she just couldn't bring herself to care anymore so she deepened the kiss and soon they were spiraling into ecstasy together.
Cliffs be damned.
