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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 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.