This isn't my favorite one, but I still think it's worth posting.
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Contact
"No one likes to be alone, Booth. Not all the time." She took a sip of her drink before setting it down and continuing. "Human beings crave-- need-- contact with others of their kind."
"Contact," he echoed in a whisper, his fingers trailing down her forearm. His thumb followed closely behind them, attempting to relax the muscle that had tensed at his initial touch.
Their eyes met, unspoken questions poorly concealed on both faces. His was answered with her softly repeating herself. "No one likes to be alone, Booth."
His lips curled into a small smile as he lifted his hand from her arm to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. Letting the hand fall to her cheek, he gently tilted her face up. "You aren't, Bones," he assured her, bringing his lips to hers with the silent promise that she never would be.
