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madman_magnet. Thesis writing has ruined my ability to write fic & poetry, so advance apologies. Y'all can blame melissasdavid, whom I adore to much to say no to (most of the time).Part of 'The Anything but Brennan/Booth!Ficathon'
She’s sitting on a park bench, waiting, coffee nearby, tapping out ideas for her investigative piece on her laptop. Always an adrenaline junkie, she knows that if she tells her boss half the things she has her hands in he’d keel over of an early heart attack. The slender silver timepiece on her hand slides closer to her wrist & her thoughts are momentarily arrested. Seeley had given her this watch. A tiny private smile snuck on to her face as she remembered how he had caressed her hand and held on to her wrist way longer than was necessary as he put it on her for the first time. His dark brown eyes were shimmering depths of bottomless emotion as he told her that he wanted her to have something of his that he knew she would always wear…something that would be secure but not suffocating, practical yet beautiful and strong just like her and just like he hoped their relationship would always be. She fingered the watch and sighed.
She knew people saw her as fearless but moving back to the States and moving in with Seeley had taken tremendous courage. She has always had a laissez faire attitude to relationships; her career was her cardinal point, nothing else. But Seeley…Seeley who was at once so strong she would rather be with no one else in a tight spot and yet so vulnerable that she ached for all the scars she could see him desperately still try to conceal. She knew it was a risk coming back—this is why she never ordered her life around men: one never knew which relationship would last & which would fizzle out like ice on a summer pavement—but the time she spent without him…It was like having an increasingly heavy load strapped to her legs—it was getting hard to move around & do the things that were normal for her. Being with him was like having wings again. She was free to pursue whatever her heart desired but all the time his love for her was like her very own private terra firma that she could always return to & that made her secure enough to venture higher, go further, do more. She had never had that before. She was a better person for being loved by Seeley Joseph Booth, that’s for sure. Her smile grew as that thought crossed her mind & seemed to warm her from within. She re-focused on her screen and continued typing.
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Booth was late. He couldn’t help it though: he got a lead on his current case & had to follow it up. He had sent Hannah a text explaining that he’d be late and now was pulling in to the park to pick her up. He spotted her wearing a deep red top that somehow made her even more appealing to him. He shook his head. He still somehow couldn’t believe that this beautiful, talented, accomplished woman chose every day to be with him. It had been a long time since he’d had that & even then, never like this.
Hannah had no pre-conceptions about him and it was freeing. She didn’t make allowances for his fears because she didn’t know about them and so where others would protect him she simply looked to him expectantly & that unswerving & absolute faith made him, somehow, larger, stronger, more capable. He got out of the car & snuck up behind her. She was deep in thought & didn’t notice him until she saw the hand stealing her coffee. She was working up to a karate response before she recognized him.
“Seeley! You know you shouldn’t sneak up on me. What if I had broken your wrist?”
He took her hand & pulled her to him.
“You know our rule Hannah: you’d have to kiss it and make it better.”
His eyes danced mischievously.
“Is that right?”
She was trying (&failing) to look stern & disapproving.
“Mm-hmm. I’m sorry I snuck up on you babe. How about I cook your favourite for dinner to make it up to you?”
She slapped him playfully.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me forget why I’m upset with you.”
He smiled broadly as he helped her gather her things and offered her his arm.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. C’mon, let’s go.”
madman_magnet. Thesis writing has ruined my ability to write fic & poetry, so advance apologies. Y'all can blame melissasdavid, whom I adore to much to say no to (most of the time).Part of 'The Anything but Brennan/Booth!Ficathon'She’s sitting on a park bench, waiting, coffee nearby, tapping out ideas for her investigative piece on her laptop. Always an adrenaline junkie, she knows that if she tells her boss half the things she has her hands in he’d keel over of an early heart attack. The slender silver timepiece on her hand slides closer to her wrist & her thoughts are momentarily arrested. Seeley had given her this watch. A tiny private smile snuck on to her face as she remembered how he had caressed her hand and held on to her wrist way longer than was necessary as he put it on her for the first time. His dark brown eyes were shimmering depths of bottomless emotion as he told her that he wanted her to have something of his that he knew she would always wear…something that would be secure but not suffocating, practical yet beautiful and strong just like her and just like he hoped their relationship would always be. She fingered the watch and sighed.
She knew people saw her as fearless but moving back to the States and moving in with Seeley had taken tremendous courage. She has always had a laissez faire attitude to relationships; her career was her cardinal point, nothing else. But Seeley…Seeley who was at once so strong she would rather be with no one else in a tight spot and yet so vulnerable that she ached for all the scars she could see him desperately still try to conceal. She knew it was a risk coming back—this is why she never ordered her life around men: one never knew which relationship would last & which would fizzle out like ice on a summer pavement—but the time she spent without him…It was like having an increasingly heavy load strapped to her legs—it was getting hard to move around & do the things that were normal for her. Being with him was like having wings again. She was free to pursue whatever her heart desired but all the time his love for her was like her very own private terra firma that she could always return to & that made her secure enough to venture higher, go further, do more. She had never had that before. She was a better person for being loved by Seeley Joseph Booth, that’s for sure. Her smile grew as that thought crossed her mind & seemed to warm her from within. She re-focused on her screen and continued typing.
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Booth was late. He couldn’t help it though: he got a lead on his current case & had to follow it up. He had sent Hannah a text explaining that he’d be late and now was pulling in to the park to pick her up. He spotted her wearing a deep red top that somehow made her even more appealing to him. He shook his head. He still somehow couldn’t believe that this beautiful, talented, accomplished woman chose every day to be with him. It had been a long time since he’d had that & even then, never like this.
Hannah had no pre-conceptions about him and it was freeing. She didn’t make allowances for his fears because she didn’t know about them and so where others would protect him she simply looked to him expectantly & that unswerving & absolute faith made him, somehow, larger, stronger, more capable. He got out of the car & snuck up behind her. She was deep in thought & didn’t notice him until she saw the hand stealing her coffee. She was working up to a karate response before she recognized him.
“Seeley! You know you shouldn’t sneak up on me. What if I had broken your wrist?”
He took her hand & pulled her to him.
“You know our rule Hannah: you’d have to kiss it and make it better.”
His eyes danced mischievously.
“Is that right?”
She was trying (&failing) to look stern & disapproving.
“Mm-hmm. I’m sorry I snuck up on you babe. How about I cook your favourite for dinner to make it up to you?”
She slapped him playfully.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me forget why I’m upset with you.”
He smiled broadly as he helped her gather her things and offered her his arm.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. C’mon, let’s go.”
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