Three Times
By Condemnation
Disclaimer: If I owned Bones, why the heck would I be posting a story on a fan fiction website when I could be, y'know, writing a script?
Author's note: This is my first attempt at fan fiction, so be prepared for it to not be the greatest. I need constructive criticism more than anything, so reviews are appreciated more than you can imagine. Also, I apologize in advance if it comes out looking funny. Now for the story!
They were like two middle-schoolers who'd never kissed before, cautiously closing the gap between their lips, hoping that no one would catch them. The first time was clumsy, two hands reaching for the other in the dark, void of any passion besides what had gotten them there.
The second time was better, though they had to be quiet as the others were still around. They had argued and he had grabbed her shoulder and then it was spontaneous, the fire from his touch transferred to the kiss. They had to end it quickly 'cause they hadn't exactly prepared for it and, besides, Angela and Hodgins were right outside the door.
The third time was the best. They were in Vegas and she had pulled the money out of her frickin' dress! and it had been so damn sexy that he couldn't so much as think about her without getting aroused. They were in their hotel room and he couldn't hold it anymore and he grabbed her real quick and she started, "We can't…" but he didn't care and growled, "Third time's the charm, right?"
And it was.