Fingers and Toes
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For the next three days, Booth had been in and out of the Hospital regularly, sometimes alone and sometimes with Amelia. But each and every time he left, he promised to be back and always kissed her goodbye. Neither felt the guilt nor felt as if they were doing sometime wrong. They were taking their time and that's all either could ask for.
Waiting for Booth on Friday morning, Brennan felt the relief of going home, to her own bed and for the comfort of being back into an arrangement that was normal. Real food was what she desperately craved for; maybe some Thai, at a ridiculous hour, but what she desperately craved was normalcy. She knew Booth would have to head back to Philadelphia soon, but she didn't want him to go. She didn't want him to walk out of her life, not again.
"What are you thinking?" His voice startled her and when she turned her head to face him, she noticed for the first time the way his shirt cut across his abdominals and how nicely taunt his shoulders looked, covered by the black leather jacket, they seemed to make his biceps and triceps bulge from the seams of the leather.
"How you're leaving again soon," Before she spoke, she'd managed to drop her eye contact with him and resume her posture of staring out the window and into the courtyard below.
Brennan could fell Booth moving closer in the way the air had intensified, a warm stream of sunlight was causing a shadow and she could just see from the corner of her eye, his figure roaming closer and closer towards the bed from his standstill just inside the doorframe.
Once he was upon the bed he dragged her shoulder backwards, forcing her to face him before his index finger curled against her jaw line, his words instantly sinking in the depth of her blue orbs.
"I'm transferring back to D.C," Booth's words were softly spoken and to anyone else, they wouldn't hear them, but Brennan heard. "I applied for the transfer the morning after we went to the park, I can't leave you. Not again," Closing the gap with his lips, he gently kissed her, no tongue involved but none was needed. The kiss was soft, innocent, as if a butterfly was fleeting across each of their lips, as a stream of sunlight hit the side of their cheeks, bringing warmth towards the kiss and to them; a softness which neither were ready to let go of.
"I'm living in your old apartment though," Her words were the first to be spoken once they broke apart, their eyes gazing into one another with love and affection.
Shrugging, Booth tilted his head against Brennan's, sweeping the back of his hand against her warm blossom cheek, "I'll rent a new one."
"You can't afford that Booth, not with having to pay child support for Parker and caring for Amelia and yourself." Her voice had somewhat risen a couple of octaves, before lowering again as she placed a single kiss to the edge of Booth's jaw line, nestling her head against the crook of his neck, her lips gently grazing his neck with her hot, tingling breaths.
Leaning his head down to rest atop of Brennan's, Booth responded, "I'll find a way,"
She began tracing circles on his chest, mainly around his heart as they settled into a silence.
His fingers began thumbing their way through her hair, as a crooked smile settled on his lips.
"I don't want you to leave me again," Her voice was broken and vulnerable as she felt tears starting to prick behind her smoky blue orbs. In the time she'd spoken the candid declaration her palm had balled into a fist, Booth's shirt caught in the middle of her tight grip. Without any warning her bottom lip started to quiver, and a salty, hot tear rolled down her cheek, landing in a puddle at the bottom of her chin. She was falling apart…in the comfort of his arms.
"Shhh…come on, shhh," His hand dropped from her hair and instantly began rubbing circles on her back, while his spare hand gripped her sobbing, weak form that little bit tighter.
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Brennan cried gently in his arms for what turned into an hour. When her tears finally dried, a hiccup escaped her vocal cords, as her ragged breathing rate finally dimmed to a somewhat normal rhythm.
Tenderly lifting her head from the crook of his shoulder, Brennan noticed that Booth too, had red rimmed eyes from an outpour of tears. She let him tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and place a soft kiss to her forehead, and she let him finishing packing her bags and she let him sign the discharge papers. She continued to let him take her carefully down the stairs of the hospital and towards the parking lot and she let him lift her into the black Toyota Sequoia and place the seatbelt in the clasp with a shallow sounding click.
She continued to think as the Hospital fell into the distance; and before she knew it, Booth was lifting her out of the car and cradling her into his arms as he went to climb the stairs of his former rundown apartment block, which she now called home.
When Booth finally pulled the covers over her weakened body, she finally came to as he tucked another stray hair behind her ear, again placing a soft, innocent kiss to her forehead.
"I have to go and do some errands, but Angela is here if you need anything. I've placed your antidepressants in the bathroom cupboard." Concern continued to filter throughout Booth's face as he let one of the faintest smiles cross upon his lips.
Nodding softly against the pristine white pillow, Brennan could feel her eyes starting to drift from her focus on Booth, "Okay."
"I won't be long. I promise," With his final coherent words being spoken, or what Brennan could make out before her eyes properly fluttered close, she let the need for sleep overcome her body as she relaxed into the mattress.
Savouring a kiss to her temple, like he would to Parker, Booth ran a delicate finger across her hued cheekbone before stepping away from the bed. Lightly he tread towards the door, flicking the light off at the switch and sending the room into darkness and shut the door.
"I'm sorry to do this to you Ange, I know you wanted some peace and quiet," Booth felt overwhelmed when he left the room and found Angela doing a crossword at the kitchen table, his need to apologise engulfing his motives.
Glancing up from her crossword, Angela spoke, "No need to apologise Booth, its better than sitting in a house all by myself while Hodgins' is still at work."
"I should only be gone an hour. There's not much in the fridge or cupboards, food wise, and I'd like to get it all restocked. Along with stopping by the pharmacy and getting a couple of scripts made up. Are you sure you're alright with both Amelia and Bones? You are heavily pregnant after all," His concern filtered across his features once more and continued even when a playful smile swept across Angela's visage.
"Go," A laugh came from Ange as she spoke, open and lighthearted to being left alone with the love of his life and his child that Booth so deeply cared for, "They're both asleep, I'm sure I can handle it."
Kissing her cheek ever so lightly, Booth thanked Angela again before disappearing down the hall and out the apartment door. Shaking her head and letting another single laugh escape her vocal cords, Angela went back to doing her crossword, in peace and alone.
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Booth tried to hurry, but he had to trek across town to get to Brennan's favourite organic supermarket. Two small businesses joined together by a smashed down wall, or so the remnants of the wall told so. Booth started with a basket, but after a short period of time, he had to upgrade to a trolley. Letting a satisfied smile cross his lips, Booth gave a relieved sigh as he headed towards the first available cash register.
$169.75 later, Booth was back in his SUV and heading back towards the apartment, having already picked up the scripts from the pharmacy. Glancing towards the clock on the dashboard, Booth noted he'd been gone for nearly two hours and wondered if either Brennan or Amelia had risen from their slumber.
With bags and bags of shopping in his hands, Booth dashed up the stairs, nearly knocking over Mr. Longbottom, an elderly man in his seventies, whom still lived in the apartment down the hall from him…no Brennan; Mr. Longbottom lived down the hall from Brennan. Booth had to remind himself he wasn't the one who lived here, Brennan was.
Sighing with relief as he kicked the apartment door closed, Booth relished in the silence as he tread towards the kitchen, dumping the green reusable bags (which he was conned into buying at the organic supermarket - no bag, no purchase) and slipping through the threshold, to see Angela curled up into a fetal position, also asleep on the couch. Smiling, Booth went back into the kitchen and unpacked the groceries, placing items in the cupboards and fridge, not really noticing that he was putting things were he used to store them, not in the places Brennan might have kept her nutritional goods.
Some time passed and with thanks to a little Google searching and stumbling across food website , Booth had managed to make his own gnocchi, for his Greek style Vegetarian gnocchi dish, he was planning to serve for dinner. Usually he would make pasta and accompany it with White Wine, but because he didn't know the side effects Brennan might have with her medication, he settled on fake Champagne; which he stumbled across a year or so ago, when Parker asked why he couldn't have alcohol, the fake champers seemed to keep his son happy and on the straight and narrow.
"What are you making?" Her sleepy voice made a smile grow on his lips as he felt her presence in the kitchen.
"Dinner," His reply was sweet and simply as he didn't want her to know too much about what he was making, although the recipe on how to make the dish was stuck on the titled wall behind the bench with a piece of clear sticky tape.
"I do appreciate everything you're doing for me," Booth nodded at her bold statement, letting a faint smile whip across his features, as she returned the soft, but visible smile on her own set of slightly part lips.
Padding lightly across the galley style kitchen, Booth bought her into his arms as his index finger reached under her chin to bring her face up into the light and so brown was staring into blue and blue and staring into brown. Innocently he dropped a kiss to each of her closed eyelids as he blinked, he dropped one to her nose, before settling a languid kiss to her lips; he kissed her soothingly and with warmth, and, once again, no tongue was required. It showed the passion and love he had for her and in that moment of time, that's just what both needed.
a/n: I have no idea where this site gets its word count from because there a 500 word difference between my word document and this...go figure. Also, I'd just like to say, exams are OVER! Yes, and my muse is back...I was strugging for quite a while trying to get this up, and Naomi guided me down two totally different paths and my muse was back. There may be a chapter up on Sunday, if not definately Monday. Reviews make me very happy :)