The mood in the SUV was solemn. Once they'd had the standard 'who would drive' bicker, which now had new life, there really hadn't been much more to discuss.
So they agreed to get up early the next morning and try to retrace their steps from the original lightning bolt connection.
But they still had to make it through one more night.
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Booth stood in front of the full length mirror, looking at the image it reflected. It would be so…so easy to just…look.
Just once…
And so he looked downward and began unbuttoning the cardigan sweater. With shaking fingers, he looked at the mirror again, then paused.
It was the honesty in the brown eyes that stared back at him that made him pause. Damn it anyway…
With a huff, he marched over to the walk in closet, tossing aside scraps of satins and lace he did not even WANT to think about.
"Come on…there's gotta be something back here… Ah.. HA!"
With a smile, he found what he was looking for. He went over to the wall and turned off the lights, just to be safe. Then he undressed quickly, careful to keep his hands, oh, those soft hands, from touching anything that…well, just anything.
He pulled on a fresh set of the boxers and a t-shirt, and then pulled on the thick, padded snowsuit.
"There" he nodded, "That should do it."
Waddling over to the bed, he flopped backward, then scooted back to lie on the pillow. He'd probably sweat a few pounds away tonight, but…that was a torture his mind could handle.
This way every thing was covered, and if he couldn't touch it, or see it…then he wouldn't think about it. How everything he'd dreamed was so close…so stinking close….
So yeah…he just wouldn't think about it…