The Nights We Stay Awake (TemperancexReader)

14. "Daydreaming"

Temperance pov

The office is wrapped in a quiet hush, the only sounds the occasional shuffle of paper and the soft hum of the air conditioning. I'm slumped over my desk, my exhaustion winning out as i drift into a light, dreamy slumber. My head rests on my folded arms, the warmth of the desk lamp creating a cosy, comforting pool of light around me.

The cluttering piles of paperwork and the dull, sterile atmosphere fade into something more intimate and inviting. I feel a presence in the room, and my eyes flutter open to see Y/n standing at the door, her expression a blend of nervous excitement.

But what is she doing back already? Wasn't her case in Portland.

"Temperance," she says, her voice soft and full of emotion. Her eyes lock onto mine with a look that sends a thrill through my chest. She's still wearing my pyjamas. "I need to talk to you."

I straighten up in my chair, my heart racing as i take in her appearance. She looks stunning, her eyes bright and her smile tender. "Y/n? What's going on?"

She steps closer, the distance between us shrinking with each step "I've been thinking a lot about us," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "I realised that i can't keep this to myself anymore. I have to tell you how i feel, if only to stop everyone from pushing me to Emily."

I'm captivated by her words, my heart pounding in her chest. "How do you feel?" I ask, barely able to breathe as i watch her approach.

Y/n reaches out and takes my hand, her touch sending a shiver up my arm. "I've been falling for you for a long time," she confesses, her gaze intense and sincere. "I've been afraid to say anything, but i can't hold it in anymore. I'm in love with you, Temperance Brennan."

A wave of relief and joy washes over me. I stand up, my heart swelling with affection. "I've felt the same way," i finally admit, my voice trembling with emotion. "But i didn't know if you felt this way about me too."

Her smile brightens, and she steps closer, closing the gap between us. "I do. I really do," she says softly. "I've been waiting for the right moment to tell you, and i guess this is it."

Before i can respond, Y/n leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that's both tender and fervent. The warmth of her lips against time sends a jolt of electricity through me, and i find myself melting into the kiss. My hands instinctively move to her waist, pulling her closer as our kiss deepens.

The desk behind me suddenly becomes our new world. As we stumble backward, the edge of the desk presses against my back, and i feel the hard surface beneath us as Y/n's hands explore my body. Our kiss grows more passionate, each touch and crease filled with a longing that's bene building for so long.

The feeling is intoxicating, every sensation heightened as we fall into each other with an urgency that feels both urgent and necessary. My hands tangle in Y/n's hair, pulling her closer as we lose ourselves in the intensity of the moment.

Suddenly, there's a ping- sound that intrude upon our blissful reverie. It's mixed in with the gentle hum of the office. She brings me back up to sit, cupping my face as gently as she always does.

"Isn't that your phone?" She asks, her mouth close enough to mine that i can almost feel it. I hear it again, the persistent ping of a notification just as her lips connect to my neck.

I open my eyes, blinking in the dim light of the office. My surroundings come into focus, and i realise with a jolt that i'm still at my deks. The desk lamp is still on, casting its warm glow over the papers and files scattered around. My phone, sitting innocently on the desk, has lit up with a new message notification.

The time on my phone reads 9:34 PM; and i see Y/n's name on the screen. My heart skips a beat as i unlock my phone and see the message: 'Goodnight, my Temperance. Thinking of you.'

A soft smile spreads across my face as i read the message, still feeling the lingering warmth of the dream. I shake my head, feeling both a little embarrassed and elated. I must have been dreaming, but the emotions felt so real.

I chuckle softly to myself, my cheeks flushed. "Goodnight, my Y/n," i whisper, my heart full of love as i answer her.

As i gather my things and prepare to leave, i can't help but look forward to what tomorrow might bring. I head out of the office, my mind still buzzing with the dream. Because now i've decided, when she comes home from this case, i'm going to tell her how i feel.

I'm going to tell Y/n Garcia that i'm in love with her.