http://truthin-bones.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] truthin-bones.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-04-30 12:59 pm

Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on out backs, but they are a burden that lifts us.

Who: Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth
When: Late Friday night, 4/29.
Where: Room 606.
What: Loss based log. Discuss all that's been going on at The Lab.
Rating: PG-13, in case of swearing/mention of murder/sexual innuendo.

Bren was not surprised to see her husband still awake as she slipped inside their castle room a good hour or so after he had left The Lab. She had stayed late, finding herself buys with both paperwork and her own private dealings. She smiled as she saw him splayed out on the couch with a beer in hand.

Walking forward, Bren only paused to pull off her heels. She let them drop on the floor - distracted by her objection of crawling into Booth's lap. "They think I'm having an affair, you know."

[identity profile] beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com 2011-05-01 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a soft clink as he reaches to set his beer down on the nearby side table, the bottle bumping the wooden surface, but his eyes are for her only. The past few days have been sheer madness and, try as he might, he can't really figure out how they got mired in the middle of it, but that all fades when Brennan slides into his lap.

He smiles at her as his hand goes to rest on the small of her back. "Well, they think I'm a murderer."

[identity profile] beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles back at her, his free hand raising to cup her cheek. The tips of his long fingers find her hair...but he sighs, sitting back as he lets his hand drop.

"Except, I'm not sure whether to be upset that all our employees think we're involved in this... or grateful that they're helping us get away with it."