seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-12-08 11:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, seeley booth |
Who: Booth and Buffy
What: cuteness. For once a lack of fighting.
When: Last night
Where: Booth's apartment
Warnings: TBA!
Buffy was in his apartment. All mental red flags went up, but all emotional tags over powered them. He missed her. He wished he knew what they were doing, but in all honesty when it came to their relationship he was drawing a blank. She was seventeen and he'd just turned forty. He couldn't even have sex with her because of his own morals. What kind of boyfriend did that make him? Was he her boyfriend? Angel was around, even if he did look like a childs toy gone horribly wrong, he was still the tall, dark, broody vampire he'd been told all about. Did he even stand a chance when he was normal again? Tiny voices in the back of his mind secretly prayed that he wouldn't return to normal. Booth could be perfectly okay with Angel remaining a puppet, and Seeley being human. It honestly made him feel better upon seeing his network post that he wasn't even tall enough to reach his waist. But then there was that underlying worry that once he was normal again, he would be taller. What if his hair was better? Or his personality won out in the end and Seeley ended up alone again.
He didn't know if he could do alone anymore. He wanted to be a couple. A 'we'. An order for two. His apartment was so cold without her in it. They had just been watching hockey quietly, but that didn't matter. When she sat there beside him on the couch, he couldn't help but drape his arm around her and notice her warmth. It almost felt like it lit his apartment brilliantly. The entire atmosphere changed without him physically doing a thing to change it.
He liked that. But it was wrong. She was so young. His own father had abused him when he was a kid, mentally and physically. He didn't like to talk about it, but he almost felt it was necessary so she understood where he was coming from on their personal relationship. He didn't want her to feel abused or forced, or hell stuck even because he'd felt all those things. Infact if not for his grandfathers rescue, he probably would have killed himself at thirteen. But by happenstance his grandpa had stopped by and witnessed his son beating on him and his brother, and immediately took him away from that painful environment.
Every now and then Booth would explain what the positions were, and why they were important to Buffy who'd asked about the rules and the reasons why a player did what they did. But in general she was one of those good girlfriends who didn't ruin the game for him, plus Booth liked explaining things. It made him feel needed, which wasn't something he had felt in a while since everything started changing again. When half time finally came, Booth clicked off the t.v. and looked over at Buffy cautiously. He'd never actually told anyone about his abusive father before from this world, and it was still a touchy subject at times. But it was important, "I know you're not worried about the age difference between us.. " He started and shifted slightly uncomfortably.
"When I was a kid, thirteen or fourteen. I don't really remember which, my dad was abusive. He was an alcoholic and would beat the crap out of me and my kid brother. " He paused and looked away, it was uncomfortable to discuss much less think about again. Making eye contact was nearly impossible. "I only remember feeling trapped because I wasn't legal. I had no rights, I couldn't do a damn thing, I couldn't even run away without police bringing me back. I don't want anyone to ever feel that way. Especially you."