To say that they were two full grown up adults, would be true. To say that two full grown up, and two adults with a doctorate and a half each; where playing truth or dare, was slightly weird. "Truth or dare, babes?"
"I am not your 'babes', Whitney."
"Hmm. Why did you agree to play with me?" Whitney had invited herself around to Hodgins' house (Zack, at this point was currently living in the room above Hodgins' garage), and decided that she was bored. After she had talked him into drinking coffee with her, he asked her to play Truth or Dare with him. Knowing that he was going to pick one, she frowned.
"Because I felt that the game would be amusing. You ask me this time then."
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare, babe."
He sighed as she called him babe again and then said, "I dare you to... do a handstand."
"Zacky! I'm in skinny jeans. I can barely sit down."
"So, you would just be flattening your entire body. It wouldn't be causing any stress to any part of you." Zack stated. Whitney rolled her dark blue eyes.
"Fine." The super skinny jeaned clad raven clambered up from her spot on the cream carpet. Her top was a skimpy black one that she had paired with some ripped grey skinny jeans and odd rainbows socks. "Do I really?"
"Yes, or you can complete the torture." The torture being attempt a kiss and run with Booth (or in Zack's case, Cam). "Go." Chucking her head back, she flipped her thin body forward. The skimpy tank top slid up and he spotted that her bra was a bright red one with lace and bows. Very Whitney. A slender pair of legs stuck perfectly up in the air.
Whitney's soft feet landed back on the carpet and she collapsed next to Zack. "My head hurts."
"Of course it would. The blood rushed to your brain and caused-"
"Zack, I really don't want to know. Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Who was your first kiss?"
"I haven't had my first kiss. Truth or dare?" Whitney looked shocked. Her eyes widened and she grinned.
"Truth, babes."
"Who was your first kiss?"
"Adam Smith. I was twelve, he was fourteen. We kissed during a Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon and he tasted like apple sauce. Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I... I dare you to let me kiss you."
"What? No..-"
"Or you can kiss Cam." Whitney had crawled onto his lap, long black tresses tickling his neck. Her breath smelled liked Hot Fudge Pop-Tarts and she her dark purple lips lightly brushed against his. Raising to her knees, she moved her arms to his neck and slowly started to pull him into a soft kiss. Parting Zack said, "Can I change my last Truth answer?"
"Course."
"My first kiss was with a beautiful goth named Whitney Black during a game of Truth or Dare."
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Some Zack/Whitney fluff because #YOLO or should I say #Livelongandprosper. No, I shouldn't. Not until I write Star Trek fanfiction. Which I won't because I'm a lazy fat ass.
Kisseeeeeeeeeeeeeees Vally xx