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"Temperance?" Angela opened the door to her friends' office.
Brennan looked up from her desk, "Angela, hey. What can I do for you?" she asked, rubbing her temples, it had been a stressful Christmas Eve. All she wanted to do was get on a plane and go to Peru, instead she had had to kiss her partner so as she could get her murderer father a proper family Christmas.
"I heard about the kiss." Angela smirked.
"Who told you about that?!"
"Hodgins was walking past," Angela shrugged; "Were you going to tell me Sweetie?" she shut the door and walked over to sit on the couch in the office.
"Well, no, I didn't think it was that important." Dr Brennan stood up in a defensive manner and walked to the centre of the room, "It was mistletoe, Ange, not a sexual thing, a Christmas tradition, and I did it so I could get my Father and brother a proper Christmas."
Angela smiled, "I think it's hot."
"Ange, it was nothing." Brennan sighed. "Just let it go."
Angela got up from the couch and walked towards her friend, who was still standing in the centre of the room. "Any reason you haven't taken it down then Bren?" she looked up above Brennan's head.
"W-what? No. I mean, I've been busy." Brennan looked up also, to where the mistletoe was still hanging from the ceiling, directly above her, when she looked down Angela's face was about an inch from her own. "What are you doing Ange?" she whispered.
"It's the rules Sweetie." Before Brennan could protest Angela's lips met hers. She felt Angela's tongue slide slickly over her bottom lip, begging for permission to enter.
Brennan not knowing what else to do opened her mouth, allowing Angela to delve in to explore the unknown cavern.
The scientist noticed how soft and sensual the kiss was and found herself comparing it to the one her and Booth had shared earlier that day. This one was different, this one wasn't forced, not that she hadn't enjoyed kissing her partner, but it was Booth, and it wasn't her idea to kiss him.
Her and Angela's tongue fought for dominance, Angela won, she walked her lover backwards to the desk. Brennan sat up on the desk, her legs parted automatically, Angela settled her hips between the other woman's legs, she broke the kiss with a nip on Brennan's bottom lip, looked her in the eye, "We're not under the mistletoe anymore." She smiled.
Brennan's fingers grasped for Angela's jacket, let a whimper escape from her lips, voicing her dislike of the vacancy on them.
"Rules don't apply now, Sweety." Angela's smile grew as she moved away from Brennan and towards the door. "Merry Christmas, Dr Brennan." Angela opened the door to leave the office when her jacket was reefed backwards and she was thrown onto the couch.
"No way your leaving it like that 'Sweetie'" Brennan said as she laid down on top of the other woman, "Merry Christmas, Angela." Brennan smiled as she leaned in to continue the kiss.