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only_more_lovePairing: Booth/Brennan
Series: Into the Fire
Series Summary: This is a series of oneshot 300-word ficlets about Booth and Brennan crossing the line over and over again.
Rating: PG
Timeline: Set in the future.
Spoilers: None
Prompt: #16 (Anonymous)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Little things mean a lot.
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My Heart Thrown Open Wide
One Monday morning in April, Brennan drives to the lab and feels nearly regretful as she parks. Her work is a calling, and the bones, they do call to her, but outside her car window the world is thawing and greening and for a moment, she wants to be out there, not inside, surrounded by steel.
Her shoulders droop as she switches on her computer and slides into her chair. As the screen flickers on, her gaze lights on a flash of yellow. Next to her monitor sits a beaker filled with a cluster of daffodils.
With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response. The moment of fancifulness makes her cheeks warm and pulls a smile from her as she imagines her gift-giver catching her talking to flowers.
As impossible as it is, the casual bouquet appears to have captured a beam of the early spring sunlight she’d just been admiring, and illuminated her office with it.
As Brennan’s work day begins in earnest, a smile lingers on her lips.
It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day. Despite Brennan's earlier resolve to take a quick walk during lunch, she forgot, carried away by the myriad tasks that vied for her attention. No matter, though; today she got her sunshine in the form of her favorite flowers left for her by a man who has given her so much she needed but hadn’t known to ask for.
“Ready to go?”
“Absolutely.”
“You OK? Usually I have to beg you to leave.”
Standing, Brennan glances around before kissing Booth’s cheek. “I’m wonderful.”
Booth smiles.
A/N: Achoo! OK, who got me sick? ;) Thanks for reading and/or commenting.
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Date: 2008-09-29 05:53 pm (UTC)It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day.
YUM... doesn't take much to please me and you always go above and beyond.
Sorry I take you for granted... you churn and churn, and I am very appreciative. Thank you for writing and sharing, hon.
*passes tissue*
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Date: 2008-09-29 05:54 pm (UTC)I don't like flowers, but Booth can send them to me whenever he likes to. ;)
Are you sick? Hope you get better soon.
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Date: 2008-09-29 06:22 pm (UTC)I hope you feel better soon!
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Date: 2008-09-29 06:36 pm (UTC)It kind of reminds me of the talking flowers from the Disney 'Alice in Wonderland'. :)
I'm always intrigued by the things you come up with for this prompt table - I was trying to write something for "Anonymous" this summer and came up with something totally different for the same word. Now I'm oddly looking forward to your take on "Whore" from this table...
And to end my random observations, I've got that Chili's song in my head now. *sighs* Why are all the songs you mention so damn catchy? :)
Sorry to hear you're sick - hope you feel better soon!
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Date: 2008-09-29 06:46 pm (UTC)Secondly, this, I adore!
Loved, especially:
With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response.
&
It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day.
Both of them gorgeous images in completely different ways :)
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Date: 2008-09-29 07:06 pm (UTC)Also, what a lovely image With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response is.
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Date: 2008-09-29 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 07:39 pm (UTC)*passes hanky* feel better!
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Date: 2008-09-29 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-30 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-30 02:20 pm (UTC)THE END.
P.S. Feel better. And thanks for making me smile! ♥
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Date: 2008-10-01 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-02 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-02 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 02:54 pm (UTC)With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response.
And apparently it's not just her heart that's being thrown wide open:
As impossible as it is, the casual bouquet appears to have captured a beam of the early spring sunlight she’d just been admiring, and illuminated her office with it.
Another gorgeous image:
It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day.
I'm all aflutter from all the loveliness!
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Date: 2009-01-24 09:50 pm (UTC)