Georgia On My Mind, BonesxReader

"What's your favorite song?" You asked Bones one night as you cuddled on the couch. The nightly news flashed on the tv, nothing but negativity that was seriously bringing you down. In the kitchen you could hear Jim, your forever third wheel, pressing buttons on the microwave.

"Georgia On My Mind, Ray Charles." He said immediately, wriggling in his seat so that he could kiss the side of your head with ease. "Yours?"

"(y/favorite song)." It took a moment's deliberation for you to make your decision. "Though I can't say I know yours."

"You've never heard 'Georgia On My Mind'?" He asked, looking concerned.

"Nope."

Bones looked straight ahead before shaking his head in disappointment.

"You've never heard one of the most classic jazz standards of the 20th century? I feel like I've failed as a boyfriend." He said finally. You patted his leg, trying to comfort him.

"Don't you say that. You're the best boyfriend. I just don't listen to a lot of old jazz, that's all." You tried to justify yourself, but you could tell that Bones just wasn't going to give up on this.

“I'll be right back.” He broke the silence, getting up. You didn't realize how much you were leaning on your boyfriend until he was gone, and you fell over into the couch. From the kitchen you heard Jim laugh, though you were sure that he wasn't laughing at you. When Bones returned, he plopped back down on the couch and handed you an ear bud. You looked at it and at Leonard, who was scrolling through the music library on his phone.

“I don't really need to hear it now, you know. I could just go look it up later.” You assured Bones.

“Just put the thing in your ear.” Bones commented, gesturing to the bud in your fingers. “You won't regret it. Trust me.”

You stuck the headphone in your ear and looked at Leonard, who was grinning ear to ear.

When you first were getting to know what made Leonard tick, you would have never pegged him for someone who listened to a lot of blues and jazz. You just kind of assumed he didn't have time in his life for music, what with being a doctor and life coach to Jim Kirk. But that changed after a vacation at his childhood home for a family function. His mother debunked the whole music thing for you with Leonard sitting next to you, asking for her to just stop talking. You couldn't help but think that was adorable.

Turns out not only was Leonard a fond listener to old jazz, he used to be a pretty good pianist. And even though he insisted that he wasn't in shape to play piano, his mother set some music on the piano and told him to play. Surprisingly, you found him at the piano half an hour later, working out a simple melody with his right hand. It was an absolute treat, and secretly you wished he would practice more often.

When the music started playing, he slipped his phone into his pocket and stood up, careful not to rip the speaker from your ear. You stood up, taking his offered hand to help you out of the sunken couch. His arms wrapped around your waist as he swayed with the music. Your arms rested on his shoulders, fingers playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. The song was slow and beautiful, a love song to Georgia. It suited your boyfriend so perfectly.

When the song changed, neither of you were willing to break the peaceful and tender moment created by the song. You rested your head against Leonard's shoulder, breathing in his smell and being so glad you were dating such a great man.

“You were right. That song is amazing.” You spoke only loud enough for Bones to hear.

“I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so.” He said, pulling you closer. “I never really liked that song too much until I met you though.”

“Why?” You felt obligated to wonder what would make someone like Bones dislike such a lovely song. It didn't make sense to you.

“Because I didn't love anyone as much as I love you. For a while when I was young, I just thought that Ray Charles just really loved Georgia. But I got older and wiser and wanted to love someone just as much as the song loves someone.”

“Aww.” You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. “That’s possibly the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“You know what’s sweeter? Getting a room.” Jim blurted, appearing in front of the tv with a microwave dinner in his hands. You couldn't help but feel frustrated that he was interrupting such a perfect moment.

“Will do.” Bones surprisingly conceded to his roommate, letting go of your waist but taking your hand in his. In his room, he opened up his computer and put on the song again. You listened to it entwined together, resting on his bed. You peacefully fell asleep in his arms as he softly sung you the lyrics.