A/N: Hmm… this really could have been a oneshot, but I feel that it's better in two small parts. It saves me from having to write an acceptable transition. So basically, stay tuned for part 2.
Magical. That's the word.
It's purely magical, the way the blank pages speak to her, begging to be filled with new ideas, providing the space needed to make imagination tangible.
Computer screens are certainly more efficient, but nothing could possibly replace pencil and paper in Temperance's mind. Something about the pristine white expanse prompts her to reach into her thoughts and draw the fantasies out from under mental lock and key. When she writes, she allows her deepest, darkest dreams to take over her. She never knows what's going to end up on the page.
On the page, anything can happen. Sometimes she writes for so long that she gets lost in her own fiction. Suddenly she's there, in his kitchen as he flaunts his culinary skills, just for her. She gets out of his car after a night at Sid's, thanks him for the ride, and then asks him to come up after a moment's pause. She's anywhere and nowhere with him, because after all, who really cares about setting? Time and place are semantics as long as she can savor the moment, remember the first time she is allowed to touch, taste, and fully experience all that is Seeley Booth.
The blank pages provide release. They let her feel what she can't have. On paper, anything can happen. On paper, she is in control.
On paper, she can have him.
TBC, but I might withhold part 2 if you guys pull a stunt like you did with "Time"… 1000something hits, 19 reviews. That's sad. (But a sincere thank you goes out to those amazing 19 who did review.)