Author's note: only my second fanfiction please review!
Disclaimer: nothing about bones is mine
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Brennan sat scowling in the corner of a crowded nightclub. Booth had forced her and Angela to promise to go to this lame FBI party he had to go to. She hadn't wanted to go, but Angela seeing an opportunity to get Booth and Brennan together, had agreed immediately. And now, a week later, here she was and Booth was nowhere to be seen.
Angela had dolled her up so much that guys were staring at her since she arrived. It was actually rather amusing, one guy was actually drooling. Chuckling to herself Brennan's eyes roamed over the dance floor. She saw Angela and Hodgins dancing and sighed. Even though she wasn't good with phychology she knew those two belonged together. You could see in his eyes how much he loved her. Brennan secretly wanted someone to look at her like that. Even though she acted like she didn't deep down she wanted to feel loved. Brennan knew there was only one person she have that with, but he was too busy being a ladies man to be more than "just partners". Brennan never told Angela she was attracted to Booth, but couldn't deny that they had it. Chemistry.
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Hodgins held Angela close as they swayed to the slow tune of the music. Angela sighed contently with her head on Hodgin's shoulder. She felt safe with Hodgins, like all she had to do was be herself.
"Hodgie?" she murmured into his dress shirt.
"Mmmm?" whispered Hodgins with his cheek against her head.
Angela picked up her head, her eyes blazing with anger, "How could Booth not come? Leaving Brennan by herself!? He's supposed to love her damn it!"
Hodgins was silent for a moment, then answered, "He does." Jack had a mischievous gleam in his eyes and Angela turned to see a very flustered Agent Booth scanning the room.
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Booth entered the nightclub about 45 minutes late with his frustration running high. He had been stuck in traffic for about a half hour because of a highway accident. Booth had been looking forward to spending time with Bones, but by now, he thought angrily, she's probably in the arms of another agent. Finally, seeing her sitting at a table by herself, he smiled feeling all his former anger ebb away leaving nothing but desire for her.
He walked swiftly over to her table and placed his hand on her bare, exposed shoulder. The simple touch sent white hot electricity racing through his body. Her skin was as soft as a baby's and he had to do everything in his power not to declare his love for her then and there. So instead he settled for letting his hands massage her shoulders.