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Spoilers: None
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Rating: PG
Summary: Exactly what the title says.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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4. Outside
As long as Booth has known Brennan, he's thought she spends too much time at the Jeffersonian. The house of reason is her favorite place, the place she feels most in her element; he knows that as surely as he knows all her passwords. But the starry paleness of her skin is exacerbated by the long hours she works under artificial light, tirelessly coaxing secrets from the dead like some kind of magician. Oh, he's watched her do it enough times to know it isn't actually magic, but it still seems that way. She knows things he'll never know, and he finds he's ok with that. Her brain, his heart, and maybe together they're enough.
A shiver catches him unaware sometimes when she runs gentle fingers over the shards of bone they've recovered from one godforsaken place or another. Not over him, but that doesn't stop Booth from imagining otherwise. When she catches him looking and then frowns in confusion, he coughs sharply to hide the smile playing about his mouth. They're playing a game—the two of them—and a dangerous one at that—but sooner or later one of them will cry uncle.
Though the lab is her home, he prefers her outside in the sun, where he can watch the blue of her eyes shift and swirl to match the shades of the sky that hangs above them both. Some days the air is quiet and still. Other days it whispers through trees and grass, making them sway before it pulls tendrils of hair from her ponytail and leaves them to dance against the smooth curve of her cheek.
Leave her outside long enough and he bets she'll have tiny freckles sprinkled across her nose, cheeks, and shoulders...and he'll kiss them one by one as the sun dips down into the horizon.
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Date: 2008-01-25 06:50 am (UTC)I love the way you brought in Booth's desire to get Bones out of the lab (3.01), and his gleeful expression when she did - to Booth's thinking here, and his desire here to get her out of the lab. Very much in canon.
Also: They're playing a game—the two of them—and a dangerous one at that—but sooner or later one of them will cry uncle. Yeah, baby, and don't we all want to be there when that happens?
Another great fic. ::loves::
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Date: 2008-01-25 09:47 am (UTC)I think this is my fav of these particular ficlets so far
:)
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Date: 2008-01-25 12:35 pm (UTC)OMG!!! This sight makes me cry with joy. It’s absolutely sweet *a big sigh*
When I have just read one of your fics I think "It’s so beautiful that it’s impossible that she writes other one better". I’m wrong, the next one is even better. You are incredible. Seriously.
Besos
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Date: 2008-01-25 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 04:39 pm (UTC)As always, very pretty.
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Date: 2008-01-25 06:07 pm (UTC)he bets she'll have tiny freckles sprinkled across her nose, cheeks, and shoulders...and he'll kiss them one by one as the sun dips down into the horizon.
That sounds like the perfect kiss *sighs*
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Date: 2008-01-25 06:30 pm (UTC)I LOVED that whole little paragraph :] You do amazing things with words!
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Date: 2008-01-25 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 06:58 pm (UTC)That is so romantic *grins*
Loved it :D
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Date: 2008-01-25 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 08:15 pm (UTC)I laughed my ass off at this. *g* But the answer is no. I just happened to pick out those moments for this, since it's all about the kissyface. *runs off to laugh some more*
Thanks for the chuckle. :) And I'm pleased you enjoyed this; it was fun to write.
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Date: 2008-01-25 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 11:57 pm (UTC)God, I love that paragraph. The detail is so in character, and the style is effortlessly artistic. *melts*
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Date: 2008-01-26 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-27 04:27 pm (UTC)They're playing a game—the two of them—and a dangerous one at that—but sooner or later one of them will cry uncle.
I'm just waiting for that day to come!
*kisses*
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Date: 2008-01-27 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-29 06:41 am (UTC)Lovely.
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Date: 2008-02-01 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
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