Bones Fanfiction - Something New
NOT a wedding fic, for those wondering about the title, although BB are in an established relationship. Angst, hurt/comfort. BB, of course. A tiny little ficlet for my friends.
Title: Something New
Rating: T
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Characters: Brennan/Booth - in an established relationship
Words: 921
Status: Complete
Spoilers: None
SOMETHING NEW
With a metallic rasp of key on lock, the deadbolt slid open and he stepped quietly inside, closing the door noiselessly behind him. In the gloom he stood nearly motionless, an air of indecision heavy about him. Fist closing and opening on a tidy key ring; free hand tucked pensively in pocket. His eyes moved from item to eccentric item within the space, at first passing and then pausing over a squat lamp, normally cold and dark at this time of night but currently surrounded by a halo of warm gold. At the sight of this anomaly his temporary paralysis passed and he made his way quickly across the smooth floor, shedding his jacket and shoes and doubtful keys along the way.
Arriving at his final destination he peered into the inky darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust. As was usually the case the room was fastidiously neat. Everything was in its place - shoes neatly lined up under the dresser and the next day's clothes pressed and waiting for the wearer. Beyond that stretched the bed, spacious and swathed in luxurious bedding. Bedding that had been unceremoniously thrust aside, save for one sheet. Beneath the thin fabric lay a form, slender and soft and coiled in a ball much too tight for sleep.
Instantly galvanized into action, he shed his clothes and approached, sliding under the sheet. Before he could react or even settle the form straightened and rolled, colliding with him in a manner both harsh and desperate, thin arms locking tightly around him in a near-painful grip. A grip so strong it was only surpassed by his own embrace. They lay awkwardly facing each other, neither one willing to let go long enough to move to a more comfortable position.
"I'm sorry."
Driven to nurture by both habit and character he automatically soothed her, pressing his lips against the top of her head. "I'm sorry, too." Unsatisfied with even this extreme degree of closeness, he hitched her up, pulling her rigid body more snugly against his own. Her skin against his had been a shock, superheated by what could only be her rampaging emotions. He tugged her closer yet again. "Shh, it's okay."
"It's not."
"It'll be okay. C'mon, now…" Silence settled between them for several very long moments while he gave her the time he knew he should have given her earlier. After her stiffness and his hurt; before her silence and his leaving. Some while later he sensed a change in her and shifted, rolling onto his back and bringing her with him. She clung to him, settling on him like a blanket, crowding him as if there was room for only one person. More time passed and finally her breathing began to slow. "Talk to me, Bones. Please. Tell me what's going on."
"I missed you."
Guilt flared and roiled in his stomach. "I'm sorry. I wasn't gone that long. Only an hour or so."
"No. I missed you. I missed you while you were away."
"I missed you too - that's why I came right over, as soon as I got home."
"I know. I know that."
"Then why were you so distant when I got here? It happened the last time I went away, too. I don't understand..."
"I missed you."
His hands tightened convulsively on her as realization suddenly sank in. "And it scared you."
"I - yes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was so rude, so indifferent."
"Hey, you're not indifferent, not in the least. I don't want you to say that. Just...talk to me, okay? Don't fight against it so hard. If something's bothering you just tell me about it. We'll figure it out together. I promise." He felt her shrink away the tiniest bit and ran his hand down the graceful flow of her spine. "Come on. It's just you and me, here. Just the two of us."
"I was upset at first. Then I wanted to tell you, but...you were gone, and I thought it was too late..."
"God, Bones, no." He felt her arm move, recognized the covert motion. Leaning back, he gently lifted his hand and swiped his thumb under her eye. "I was frustrated; I just needed a little time to calm down. I'm so sorry you thought I wasn't coming back..."
"It was my fault. I'm know I'm callous, I can be cold...I didn't mean to make you feel unwelcome."
"Stop. Okay? Just stop. You were scared, and you reacted without thinking. I was tired, and I got angry and didn't bother to find out what was wrong. You know what? I'm not perfect. Neither are you. We're human." The minute tremors running through her body traveled through him as well, but with a side helping of guilt that cut like a knife. "C'mere." Unresistingly she pressed close again and he grasped her hand, placing it on his chest, holding it there. "I swear to you that I will never leave you like that. Never. I will never do to you what they did to you." She burrowed into him then and he grabbed at her gratefully, his strong arms banding around her. When the tremors began to fade and then morph into shivering, he prepared to sit up but was stopped by her hands. "It's all right. We need a blanket. You're cold." He drew the comforter high, cocooning them together. But when he reached for her she resisted him, her soft, small hand molding his face.
"Booth..."
"Yeah, Bones?"
"I missed you."
He leaned into her, his forehead almost touching hers. "I missed you too."
"Welcome home."
As always, thank you so much for taking the time to read. I hope you enjoyed.
Title: Something New
Rating: T
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Characters: Brennan/Booth - in an established relationship
Words: 921
Status: Complete
Spoilers: None
SOMETHING NEW
With a metallic rasp of key on lock, the deadbolt slid open and he stepped quietly inside, closing the door noiselessly behind him. In the gloom he stood nearly motionless, an air of indecision heavy about him. Fist closing and opening on a tidy key ring; free hand tucked pensively in pocket. His eyes moved from item to eccentric item within the space, at first passing and then pausing over a squat lamp, normally cold and dark at this time of night but currently surrounded by a halo of warm gold. At the sight of this anomaly his temporary paralysis passed and he made his way quickly across the smooth floor, shedding his jacket and shoes and doubtful keys along the way.
Arriving at his final destination he peered into the inky darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust. As was usually the case the room was fastidiously neat. Everything was in its place - shoes neatly lined up under the dresser and the next day's clothes pressed and waiting for the wearer. Beyond that stretched the bed, spacious and swathed in luxurious bedding. Bedding that had been unceremoniously thrust aside, save for one sheet. Beneath the thin fabric lay a form, slender and soft and coiled in a ball much too tight for sleep.
Instantly galvanized into action, he shed his clothes and approached, sliding under the sheet. Before he could react or even settle the form straightened and rolled, colliding with him in a manner both harsh and desperate, thin arms locking tightly around him in a near-painful grip. A grip so strong it was only surpassed by his own embrace. They lay awkwardly facing each other, neither one willing to let go long enough to move to a more comfortable position.
"I'm sorry."
Driven to nurture by both habit and character he automatically soothed her, pressing his lips against the top of her head. "I'm sorry, too." Unsatisfied with even this extreme degree of closeness, he hitched her up, pulling her rigid body more snugly against his own. Her skin against his had been a shock, superheated by what could only be her rampaging emotions. He tugged her closer yet again. "Shh, it's okay."
"It's not."
"It'll be okay. C'mon, now…" Silence settled between them for several very long moments while he gave her the time he knew he should have given her earlier. After her stiffness and his hurt; before her silence and his leaving. Some while later he sensed a change in her and shifted, rolling onto his back and bringing her with him. She clung to him, settling on him like a blanket, crowding him as if there was room for only one person. More time passed and finally her breathing began to slow. "Talk to me, Bones. Please. Tell me what's going on."
"I missed you."
Guilt flared and roiled in his stomach. "I'm sorry. I wasn't gone that long. Only an hour or so."
"No. I missed you. I missed you while you were away."
"I missed you too - that's why I came right over, as soon as I got home."
"I know. I know that."
"Then why were you so distant when I got here? It happened the last time I went away, too. I don't understand..."
"I missed you."
His hands tightened convulsively on her as realization suddenly sank in. "And it scared you."
"I - yes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was so rude, so indifferent."
"Hey, you're not indifferent, not in the least. I don't want you to say that. Just...talk to me, okay? Don't fight against it so hard. If something's bothering you just tell me about it. We'll figure it out together. I promise." He felt her shrink away the tiniest bit and ran his hand down the graceful flow of her spine. "Come on. It's just you and me, here. Just the two of us."
"I was upset at first. Then I wanted to tell you, but...you were gone, and I thought it was too late..."
"God, Bones, no." He felt her arm move, recognized the covert motion. Leaning back, he gently lifted his hand and swiped his thumb under her eye. "I was frustrated; I just needed a little time to calm down. I'm so sorry you thought I wasn't coming back..."
"It was my fault. I'm know I'm callous, I can be cold...I didn't mean to make you feel unwelcome."
"Stop. Okay? Just stop. You were scared, and you reacted without thinking. I was tired, and I got angry and didn't bother to find out what was wrong. You know what? I'm not perfect. Neither are you. We're human." The minute tremors running through her body traveled through him as well, but with a side helping of guilt that cut like a knife. "C'mere." Unresistingly she pressed close again and he grasped her hand, placing it on his chest, holding it there. "I swear to you that I will never leave you like that. Never. I will never do to you what they did to you." She burrowed into him then and he grabbed at her gratefully, his strong arms banding around her. When the tremors began to fade and then morph into shivering, he prepared to sit up but was stopped by her hands. "It's all right. We need a blanket. You're cold." He drew the comforter high, cocooning them together. But when he reached for her she resisted him, her soft, small hand molding his face.
"Booth..."
"Yeah, Bones?"
"I missed you."
He leaned into her, his forehead almost touching hers. "I missed you too."
"Welcome home."
As always, thank you so much for taking the time to read. I hope you enjoyed.