Intro: So this is another drabble (I know I haven’t posted one in a while) and it is for the lovely @8bit-arc-reactor who messaged me with the request.
The colour for this one is red and the prompt was “I love you, you asshole.”
I wrote a whole other drabble but felt the story was more Jim than Bones so I am probably going to turn it into a fic for Jim.
Pairing: Bones x reader Word Count: 649
-Enjoy!-
"We need to talk." Leonard grabbed you by the waist and swung you unwillingly into the nearest broom closet.
"What the hell, Bones? I have patients to see." You grumbled, reaching for the doorknob, but he blocked your way.
You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him through furrowed brows.
"What was with you last night, Y/N?" He asked, mirroring your stance and crossing his arms.
You groaned internally, shutting your eyes. You had hoped he wasn't going to bring it up, "Nothing, Bones, nothing, okay?"
"Sure, if nothin' means 'I'm-going-to-fight-everyone'." He sounded pissed now.
"So I yelled at a few guys, what's the big deal, you're not my father." You frowned.
Leonard looked exasperated and began to pace in the small closet, which made you feel suddenly very claustrophobic.
"You didn't just yell, darlin', you got into a fist-fight and I had to pull you off one of the crewman so you wouldn't break every damn bone in his face!" As he explained, his voice threaded with malice, the memories came back in bits and pieces.
Shit.
"I-I..." You started, dropping your hands to your sides, playing with the hem of your uniform.
"And then I had to carry you back to the medbay, use the dermal regenerator on your knuckles, and tuck you into bed." Leonard was furious now, pacing back and forth like a madman, his eyes on the floor.
"DAMNIT WILL YOU STOP PACING!" You yelled and he stopped in his tracks, looking over at you with annoyance.
"Look, I'm sorry," You approached him, and you tried to keep your tone neutral, "I'm sorry I'm such a big hassle. It's not like stitching people up is your job or something."
"Dear god, you're nearly as stubborn as I am." Leonard moaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Well at least I'm not an asshole." You jabbed.
When Leonard didn't respond your rolled your eyes and reached for the doorknob, "Well, if we're done here I..."
"Do you remember what you said when I tucked you into your bed?" Leonard's voice was much softer now, almost strained.
You turned to face him, suddenly nervous as you searched your brain for what you said, "No..."
"You said you loved me." Leonard said, as if it was as plain and simple as that.
"I-I did?" Though you weren't surprised, when you were drunk the truth spills out of you like a river during a rainstorm.
Leonard nodded tersely and you suddenly wished you could read his mind.
"Oh." Was all you could manage to say.
The tension in the room was palpable, and you knew there was something unsaid between the two of you.
After a few moments you decided to end this painful silence and snapped at him, "Well I'm sorry that I said that, okay? It's not my fault that I get real truthful when I drink."
"So it's true?" Leonard's voice was small, intrigued.
You blinked at him, just then realizing that you had ruined everything.
Well it’s now or never.
"Fine. I do. I love you, you asshole." You grumbled, meaning to turn and dash out of the room, your cheeks red with embarrassment.
"Oh thank god." You heard Leonard whisper and were stopped by his hands on your shoulders. Then on your neck. Then tangled in your hair.
Your protests were silenced by his lips on yours.
You were startled by the sudden kiss, almost forgetting to breathe due to the sudden flush of sensation that his hands and lips were eliciting. You lost all restraint and wound your arms around his waist, pulling him closer.
He pressed you up against the closed door and broke the kiss softly, his face inches from yours.
"I love you too." He breathed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear sweetly.
"Oh thank god." You mimicked, pulling him down into another passionate kiss.
-Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!-
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Below is my rationale for the use of the colour red in this story: