A strong ray of light hit him right in the face. For a second, Booth didn't know where he was, as he awoke in a familiar room but with an unfamiliar feeling. Brennan was unceremoniously strewn on his chest, her hair fanned out. She was naked, sheets carelessly tossed aside from their last bout of frenzied sex. He let himself enjoy this moment, his lips ghosting over her forehead, afraid that if he actually kissed her she would awaken and frankly, freak out. Last night was an indescribable moment in his life. Indescribable and unfortunately indefinable at the present. His heart beat faster as he began to stress. Her impending consciousness was causing anxiety as to whether he had made the correct decision the night before. He never thought that he would ever be intimate with her. He thought of it almost every day, almost every night. His love life suffered because of it. He didn't want to settle for anything less, but he always fretted that she would never return his feelings. And on some level, Seeley Booth had resigned himself to living alone, feeling alone and enduring her constant string of boy toys. The torture he'd endured in life was laughably minimal compared to the way his heart ached at the sight of her getting ready and dolled up for another man. But he continued to swoon after her. He continued to love her because he had no other choice. Having dinners and coffees together, dragging her to crime scenes and late night thai were enough to keep him going, not enough to be fully happy, but enough.
He had been rough with her last night. They both needed it to be that way. Death and destruction, loss and violence summed up their environment, so their first encounters were about surviving. They had shed more blood for each other in the past than he could deal with and yet they clung to each other, rocking hard and desperately together. They had survived so much together and he wondered if they were strong enough to survive this. The moments they made eye contact while they were desperately trying to bring the other to climax, were full of fear, trust, joy, anger and he hoped love. God he hoped love. If she woke up, without love in her eyes, without joy, his heart could not possibly recover.
And so he forced his lips to not make contact with her skin, he concentrated on her deep and almost imperceptible breathing for signs of awakening and Seeley Booth began to pray. He prayed for love.