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Don't own bones, you all know that if I did our beloved Vincent would still be alive, gasp im still mourning his death.
In his Kiss.
The beeping of the alarm clock rang in Grace's ear, 'what the hell happened last night' she groaned to herself as she tried to remember the last time she felt this bad.
"Oh god, my head." Vincent moaned next to her, reaching over to stop the blaring noise from echoing around his mind. The time was 8:00, the pair had only been in bed a few hours and now they had to prepare for a full day of work, whilst feeling like death. The young man smothered his head into his pillow, struggling to block out the pain and the glare of the morning light.
Grace ran her finger tips over the naked flesh of Vincent's back, his skin was soft under her touch, her hand travelled to stroke the suffering boy's hair. "I feel your pain, maybe we drank a little too much."
The young man rolled over revealing a pale face, hidden below black backs under his usual bright eyes, which was veiled by a mop of bed hair. Despite all this Grace couldn't help but smile at the adorable man, she wanted to kiss him, to feel his lips pressed against hers just once more. The pair mirrored each other's moves as they struggled to pull their tired bodies to sit upwards.
"So any regrets?" Vincent asked through tired eyes, as he reached out for Grace's hands.
"Let me think, yes I do. The alcohol consumption and the way I treated Seeley; I feel so bad." Whilst Grace was angry during the immediate aftermath of her revelation, she knew in her hearts of hearts that Booth only did that because in his 'big brother' way he was worried. Now she'd had a chance to digest everything, all she wanted was for Booth to hold her, whilst she cried all her pain out.
"I believe we will all be regretting the alcohol this morning, thankfully a nice cuppa should make it better, and as for Agent Booth he's a grown man, he'll be fine. " Vincent stroked her cheek as he placed a strand of hair behind her ear. He then got up and headed for a shower, leaving Grace alone with her memories of the previous night, or was it morning?
They had just left the karaoke bar and were saying their good byes. Angela and Hodgins left together, trying to act like there was nothing there, but Grace saw him grab her hand when they thought they were out of sight.
Cam had hailed a cab for her and Sweets, who out of the group of friends was in the worst state, but drunk Lance was hysterical and Grace found it hard to stay mad at him, especially after the hundredth apology.
"So did you want me to walk you back to Agent Booth's?" She recalled Vincent asking as he struggled to stand still, swaying from side to side.
"Actually, do you think it would be ok if i stayed at yours? It would only be one night." Vincent's face lit up at this request, and immediately agreed. He only lived around the corner, which explained how he'd become a regular at the bar, it was around 4ish and the morning air was cold on the young girl's bear arms, Vincent being his attentive self, noticed her shivers.
"Would you like my coat?"
Vincent was the complete opposite of Henry, maybe that's what she liked the most about him. On reflection there were several things she liked about Vincent, she loved his quirkiness and random factoids, his eyes, how he would look at her as if no one else existed, how he made her feel safe; a feeling she had almost forgot existed. He gently placed his coat upon her shoulders, his hand clasped in hers, she liked him.
She wished she didn't.
Despite all of these things Grace loved there was one thing she disliked, and to some extent it outweighed all the positives. He seemed scared to touch her, as if like a porcelain doll she was likely to break from the touch of his hand. Despites escaping from Henry, he was still in control; he had tainted and tarnished her as damaged goods.
Arriving back at Vincent's was a relief she was shattered, physically and emotionally. Falling onto his sofa and that's when it happened, totally unexpected, he broke the only condition of that night.
Laying side by side on the sofa, direct eye contact, Vincent's hands began exploring Grace's bare flesh as he stroked her arm, but then he moved his hand to her stomach; his fingers grasping the fabric which covered the marks which scarred her. Panic rushed through her, as she tried to push his hand away "Stop it, i don't, want you, to look at them. Please" She squirmed under his touch as he shifted above of her, lifting her shirt his fingers gracefully travelled across the bruising accompanied by his solemn eyes.
"Vincent, please stop looking at them, they're disgusting"
"There not disgusting..." he spoke his words slowly, and despite disagreeing with him Grace could tell that he was being genuine "how can anything that's a part of you be disgusting?"
Grace's heart was pounding under the intensity of his stare, that's when he did it. He leaned forward slowly as Grace responded, their noses touching as they got a feel for each other, never breaking eye contact Vincent's hand gripped her neck guiding her face to his, where their lips finally met. He kissed her. She kissed back.
Did you know that kissing releases the same neurotransmitters in our brains as parachuting, bungee jumping, and running?