Every chance they got, they'd sneak into Brennan's office and make love.
They weren't sure when it started. Probably after Hodgins left Angela. She was so broken. Temperance took her in.
Temperance loved her like nobody else ever could. She held her all those nights she cried. She stayed up all night with her when she couldn't sleep. Bringing her coffee at work after a long night. She did everything she could to make her heart heal, and it worked.
Everything Temperance did made sparks fly from the tips of Angela's toes to the top of her head. The way she kissed her, gently tugging her lower lip with her teeth. Touching that one place on her neck with her tongue that made her cry out softly. Running her long, slender fingers along her inner thigh, sending shivers and tingles throughout Angela's entire body. Reaching up to grab her hands when she went down on her. The way Temperance would crook her fingers inside of her, Angela's walls clenching on her fingers as she came, various moans and curse words escaping her soft mouth.
Sometimes it was rough. Sometimes it was fast and hard and wild. As soon as they'd enter Brennan's office at the Jeffersonian, their lips would collide, almost desperately seeking the taste of each other's mouth. Lips were bitten, sucked, licked. Temperance brought her hand to the back of her lover's head, running her fingers through her long brunette locks, pushing her closer to her. She pushed her into the wall, hands running over every slight curve in her slender frame, lips attached to her neck, sucking, making marks.
Angela grabbed at the wall behind her as she felt Temperance's tounge travel further down her body. Tracing her collarbone, the sensitive parts on her breasts, teeth nipping at hard, darkened nipples, fingernails scratching lightly down her small hips.
She always wore skirts. Easy access, she thought. And she was right. Pressed against the wall, she felt Temperance's hand under her skirt. She was sure she had soaked through her underwear. When Temperance slid a finger along her slit, barely gracing her throbbing clit, she gasped. Every time they made love, it always shocked Angela how easy it was for Temperance to make her come. It seemed like barely any time had passed when she came, her fingers pumping in and out of her wetness, a thumb pressing down on her clit.
"Oh.. oh shit... sweetie, oh god... fuck... I love you so much..."
Temperance directly locked eyes with her lover and smiled, planting a kiss on her shoulder before removing her fingers, which were soaked. She lifted her hand to Angela's mouth, and her tongue darted out to lick taste herself on the anthropologist's fingers.
They were surprised that nobody heard them any of the many times they had fucked in the office. Angela was loud enough as it was, but when it came to Temperance, well, she was always very vocal about it. She moaned so many times. Gasped. Screamed. Angela would almost always have to cover Temperance's mouth with her palm to prevent anyone else from hearing.
They didn't want anyone to know, not yet.
It was their dirty little secret, and they loved it.