The music echoed across the room, hitting the walls and reverberating in their subconscious. There were words being sung, but it all felt like white noise. The comfort of the moment was all that could be felt.
The soft caress of Angela's thumb on top of Brennan's hand, legs intertwined, faces almost touching. Their breaths mixed in the space between them. They didn't want to rush anything, they knew they had all the time in the world right now. No work, no prior obligations for days, no distractions. Just the two of them and nothing more.
Then hands moved, and bodies drew closer. One body on top of another. Brown eyes staring down into blue crystals, waiting for the next move to come. Brennan's hands move up Angela's body, and the touch of skin to skin is electrifying. Slowly she moves her hands from Angela's hips to her thighs, but Angela want to please, not to be pleased.
The hands on her legs are pinned above Brennan's head now, locked in a strong hold. Brennan open's her mouth to speak, but Angela's other hand covers it tight.
"Don't speak. Not now. You'll get your chance to be vocal."
Brennan sucks in a breath through her nose that crushes her chest. She's not used to being subservient. She takes what she wants, when she wants, how she wants. This is new to her.
And she's enjoying it.
Angela dips down and kisses her jawline once, twice, three times, down to her neck, and she bites down softly. The sound that forms at the back of Brennan's throat breaks the white noise, and there's a pause.
Brennan's face is flush as Angela sits up on top of her. Eyes pouring unspoken emotion into another.
Angela leans back down and kisses the shell of her ear, a soft I love you Is whispered, and even though Brennan doesn't speak back, the feeling on Angela's face of her muscles in her cheek working a smile is all that she needs to carry on.
The music becomes white noise again, the kisses continue, and all is comfortable.