Authors Note: Ok, so I'm trying to finish my dissertation, and in one of my breaks today I wrote this. Hope you like it. I was quite pleased myself. Back to the grindstone I guess….
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Hart Hanson, Fox etc.
please don't sue – I am only borrowing them for a bit!
She sighed and rolled over in bed, once again sleep alluded her. Glancing at the blinking clock on the side she could make out the time, 2.34am, the glowing green illuminating her bedroom. Angela shifted away from the cold space on the bed next to her. She hated when her lover was away, sleep always took longer to claim her, and the worry that gnawed in her stomach seemed so much more pronounced. Shutting her eyes and hoping sleep would come soon her thoughts strayed to Hodgins and work. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Work relationships never ended well. And sex had become love for Angela, and she new her secret wouldn't last. It couldn't at work, everyone knew everyone else's business. Another sigh. A slight sound. Angela's ears pricked up, straining for a sound that signalled a return home and the warmth of her lovers arms. The creaking of the pipes deflated her. She knew no one at the lab kept normal time apart from her. Hodgins and Zach would race beetles and discuss quantum whatever it was late into the night, not knowing where the evening had gone and Brennan would be with Booth. Booth. Boy was he a hunk of a man, Angela thought. So undeserving of Brennan's affection, yet neither of them could see the truth in each others eyes, and it pained the artist.
She opened her eyes, 2.36am. She bit back a frustrated growl, it wasn't her fault everyone was working late, and she knew work came first when she signed on for this relationship. But that didn't make the wait any easier for her, being a naturally impatient woman. If she was to be alone tonight she wished for sleep. She turned to face the window, her back to the empty bed. The moonlight crept in through a gap where she hadn't closed it properly, highlighting the half finished paintings led against the wall. It showed how much her relationship meant to her, when she would ignore art for a simple phone call to hear the others voice.
Angela pulled the covers tighter round her body, revelling in the silk gliding across her skin. She loved luxury and when she had spotted the soft, silk, cobalt blue sheets she couldn't resist. They reminded her so much of the eyes she adored.
A creak in the hall. Angela tensed, knowing only Hodgins and Brennan had keys to her apartment, but only one would be here at this time in the morning. Her heart beat faster, anticipating soft skin sliding across her own, already glad she had stayed awake. The door crept opened, silhouetting her lover. 'Hey' came the deep voice from across the room, 'you're still up. Good, cos I had plans for you' soft and sensual. The words seemed to both caress and heat her skin all at once, leaving her aching for touch. No one could find out, and that only added to the excitement as her lover crossed the room in three quick strides and claimed her mouth. The sparks flew in the artists stomach as she moaned appreciatively onto soft lips. 'I can't wait Bren'.