His mind drifted forward, and sleep found him as he lingered in another precious moment.
Early June, 2009
He was drifting toward consciousness, idly assessing if he had a hangover, when she slipped out of his arms and out of her bed. He didn't move as he listened to her quietly move around the room, getting ready for her day. Maybe this should feel momentous, but all he really felt as he lay there was a vague worry that she would leave without saying goodbye. He wanted her to say something to him before she left.
He was starting to worry when she sat down on the bed next to him, dressed and ready to leave. He opened his eyes to see her smile softly at him, so he rolled onto his side and smiled back.
" I enjoyed that".
"Me too". He replied, grinning despite himself at her straightforwardness. It was just so Bones.
She still smiled, though her manner was businesslike. "I think we should be… Discrete about this, at work".
"I agree". He didn't try to explain to himself the twinge he felt at her words. He did, after all, agree with her.
"Lock the door behind you when you go, I'll see you tomorrow at the deposition for the ____ case".
He nodded.
She gave him another smile and started to go.
"Hey Bones"
She turned back to him.
There wasn't really anything else to say, but he felt the need to convey something more. He sat up and reached toward her, and when she took his hand he clasped it warmly with both of his.
He smiled warmly into her eyes. "Have a nice day".
She squeezed his hand, smiling back into his eyes. "You too".
They stayed that way for a moment, warmth and affection flowing easily between them.
With a cocky grin they dropped their hands, and she left.
There was a faint nagging in the back of his head saying that this wasn't the way it should be. But this was how she wanted it to be. And really, in this moment, this was the way he wanted it too.
This memory is set about the time season 4 ends. I didn't plan to get to this scene for several more chapters, but I sat down at my computer and this is what happened.
Reviews, complaints, complements, observations.... all requested and appriciated.
by the way, I own the plot not the charactors. I am not writing this for profet, I am writing it to get it out of my head before it starts dribbleing out my ears when I am at work. I am posting it because I have enjoyed what other people post, and it seemed appropriate to receprocate.