Getting There

Author: writingforthemoney (Tied)

Summary: Will she be able to make it to work…on time? Will he? No names so this can be any pairing you want it to be. One-Shot Drabble. Depending on your pairing, OOC.

Disclaimer: Despite my pseudonym, I'm not receiving any kind of profit for my writings… and unfortunately I still don't own BONES….sigh…

She walks into your living room in a gray t-shirt your ex bought you, with a pair of black stiletto heels gracing her feet as she sips her morning coffee. You watch her as she goes, the hem of the shirt touching her mid-thigh. Her hair cascades down the sides of her lovely face; her legs seem to go on for days and days. You can't help but wonder what caused (and secretly hope that you were the reason for) the sudden change in her attitude

You wonder why she chose that shirt, and she tells you, while placing her cup on the table, that she wanted you to be able to get rid of it sooner than you would with it sitting in the give away pile. You raise your eyebrows at her wickedly; she gives you a sexy grin and says you'll have to catch her first. You'd seen her run a few times, but you never knew that she could run so well in heels.

She's your world and nothing and no one will ever be able to take that away from you, except for the one who gave her to you; and you're so glad He did, and hopes that the taking will be far, far into the future.

Hands at either side of her face, you've finally entrapped her against the door to the apartment; she bites her lower lip and grins at you. You smile back and kiss her lips gently and chastely. You mention something about them being late for work and she says (surprising you yet again) that they could survive without them for a few hours.

Three hours, two phone calls into work and one torn gray t-shirt from you ex-girlfriend later you lie in your bed watching as she gets ready for her day, again thanking the heavens above for this woman, whom you can care for and love with all you heart. Then you smile as you think about an hour ago when she attempted to leave (for the second time), only to have you flash your smile in her direction knowing that she was going to have a lot of explaining to do at work…if she ever got there.

THE END

A/N: I'm a complete BBer and AHer all the way, but I really didn't have anyone in mind while writing this… in all honesty, it was going to start out as a poem for something else, but then I thought of Booth's smile and… okay so I did have one particular pairing in mind while writing it… but don't let that sway your interpretation. I hope you enjoyed this. Sorry about the OOC, if there was any with your pairing… but isn't that what fanfiction's are about? Inspiration: I got part of it in a dream and the rest was thought while changing in to my pj's one night, which part of just happens to be a gray t-shirt. The heels … well I just bought these amazing stiletto's… oh well… going to go dream some more

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