Disclaimer: So totally not mine…I just like to let them out to misbehave.
Spoilers:Potential spoilers thru The Girl with the Curl
A/N: So I'm watching Bones on DVD and am through two of six discs of the second season so needless to say I am way behind on this (Hodgela) and all other relationships in the show so bear with me…I'm also pretty sure this has been done to death but I just watched The Girl with the Curl last night (along with The Girl in Suite 2103 and The Woman in the Sand…me? procrastinate from school work? Never! P) and I decided that the ending to the swing date needed some tweaking. Consider it tweaked. I love reviews so please tell me what you think!!
Angela's breath caught in her throat as Hodgins stopped her swing, pushing her back and approaching dangerously close. She struggled to form a coherent thought, her chestnut eyes searching his face as he leaned in. She licked her lips unconsciously, leaving them slightly parted as Hodgins drew nearer. The anticipation was killing her and she finally gave in, leaning forward slightly to close the minute gap between them.
He was gentle, but Angela sensed a restrained passion bubbling just below the surface. They separated reluctantly though Jack didn't move away. His hands covered hers on the chains, his thumb absently stroking.
"Jack…" Angela started, not entirely sure what to say.
"Why don't we go get something to eat?" Jack offered, preferring not to discuss the intimate moment they had just shared. Angela nodded mutely, her voice temporarily lost as she tried to make sense of all the emotions crashing upon her. Jack stepped back, pulling the swing level and helping her off. Angela tried in vain to control the shiver that went up her spine as she felt Jack's hand on her lower back, guiding her gently to the car.
"Cold?" Jack asked, making things worse by dragging his fingertips up her back before wrapping his arm around her shoulders. For a split second Angela tensed, reminding herself never to take relationship advice from anyone at the lab ever again. With a soft sigh, she relaxed her shoulders, tilting her head towards Jack and deciding to let whatever was going to happen, happen.
Jack and Angela entered Wong Foo's, foregoing their normal large booth and choosing one that was smaller and slightly more intimate. Jack nodded at Sid who raised a hand to acknowledge their presence.
"The swings were fun Jack. Thank you," Angela smiled shyly at the man seated across from her. The giddiness that had washed over her when he wrapped the chains, sending her spinning, had brought her back to a simpler time. A time where she didn't have to worry about romantic relationships and the dangers of getting caught up in something she couldn't control.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Jack replied, his heart melting a little at the little-girl-like shyness she was exuding. He'd felt a swell of pride when her eyes had lit up at the sight of the swings and the carefree giggles she'd allowed out as she spun until she was nearly sick. Sid arrived at their table, placing a beer in front of Hodgins and a disturbingly neon green concoction in front of Angela.
"Sid…what is that?" Angela asked, looking suspiciously at her drink.
"How many times do you people need to be told to trust me?" Sid walked off in a huff to serve another table, leaving Angela to contemplate the drink. Angela lifted the martini glass, tilting her head as she looked through the concave glass at the cherry sitting at the bottom. Sniffing, she caught wind of apples and something sweet she couldn't quite place. Jack was watching the whole performance with amusement, falling for Angela a little further as her nose wrinkled in her intense scrutiny.
Seemingly satisfied that whatever it was, it wasn't going to kill her; Angela raised the glass to her lips and took the tiniest sip she could manage. Jack's grin broadened as her eyes lit up on tasting the drink.
"Oh my gosh!" Angela exclaimed. "Jack it tastes like a caramel apple! You have to try it! It reminds me of carnivals from when I was a kid!" Angela pushed the glass across to him. She swiped a drip from the glass but before she could lick it off her finger, Jack caught her wrist and slid her finger into his mouth.
"Mmm…Really does taste like a caramel apple," Jack said, his gaze unwavering as he released her hand. A pink blush stained Angela's cheeks and she pulled the glass back, taking a larger drink to avoid having to speak.
"Cute," Sid said, placing various bowls and plates on the table in front of them.
"This is really good Sid!" Angela told him, trying to rid herself of the blush she felt. Sid just grunted and turned to greet incoming customers.
The meal passed in relative quiet, each enjoying the company of the other and quietly contemplating the rather romantic events of the previous hour. Once the dinner dishes had been cleared away, Sid brought dessert to the table. Another taste of childhood was served, this time in the form of a funnel cake with two forks. For a few moments they each pulled gingerly at the fried cake with their forks until Angela, with a mischievous glint in her eye, dropped her fork and pulled off a piece with her fingers. Hodgins smiled and followed suit,
"Now this is the way funnel cake was meant to be eaten!" Angela grinned at him, swirling a piece in the mound of ice cream before popping it in her mouth. Jack loaded a piece of the cake with ice cream and balanced a strawberry atop it before bringing it to Angela's lips. Deciding that he deserved pay back for his earlier finger sucking, Angela took the dessert into her mouth, along with Jack's thumb and forefinger. She sucked gently and swirled her tongue around the digits. Jack groaned softly, shifting in his seat as his jeans became uncomfortably tight.
"God Angela," he breathed, the funnel cake forgotten between them. Angela released his fingers just as Sid approached, removing the remnants of their dessert and depositing the bill in front of Jack. Hodgins pulled his wallet from his pocket and deposited a stack of cash on the table. Jack helped Angela into her coat and placed a hand on the small of her back as they left the restaurant. When they reached the car, Jack followed her to the passenger side, presumably to open the door. Instead, he pushed Angela back against the car, covering her mouth with his own and letting out a little of the passion she had sensed earlier.
The kiss took Angela by surprise but she recovered from the shock quickly and wound her fingers into Jack's hair, holding on for dear life. One of Jack's hands slid up her side, brushing her breast gently and causing her to pull out of the kiss with a gasp. Jack stared into her eyes, his fingers dancing daringly beneath her jacket.
"Jack we shouldn't…" Angela trailed off, unsure whether she was about to say 'shouldn't do this' or 'shouldn't do this here.' Jack took it to mean the former, stepping away from her and unlocking the car. Always the gentleman, he opened her door and made sure she was safely inside before shutting it and going to the driver's side.
The silence in the car was near unbearable and the tension was painfully thick. Jack's small car rolled up in front of Angela's building and he cut the engine. Angela released her seatbelt and looked over at the man in the driver's seat.
"Jack…"
"I'm sorry Angela. I'll see you at work tomorrow," Jack refused to meet her eyes, instead staring at a spot outside the window just above her right shoulder.
"Jack, would you like to come in for some coffee?" Angela asked, trying to read the myriad of emotions in Jack's steely blue eyes. For his part, Jack was attempting to come to terms with the mixed signals Angela was sending his way. Slipping the keys from the ignition, Jack nodded.
"Yeah that'd be good." As he followed Angela to her apartment, Hodgins decided that from that point forward, she was calling the shots. The signals Angela was sending him were too muddled even for his intelligent brain and so, to prevent further uncomfortable situations, he decided to hand Angela the reins for the rest of the night.
Hodgins made himself at home on her couch while Angela went into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Angela rummaged around in the fridge, trying to find a carton of cream. When she finally found one it was disturbingly past its best before date so she chucked it straight into the garbage. Removing the cream however, had brought into focus a perfect substitute. Pulling the dark glass bottle from the fridge she crossed her fingers and checked the date, finding it to be a few months into the future. Smiling she twisted off the cap and poured a generous amount into each mug before filling them with freshly brewed coffee. Angela carefully carried the full mugs into her living room, smiling when she saw Hodgins' feet propped up on her coffee table.
"Hey!" she tried to spook him, succeeding and causing Jack's feet to fly off the table. "The coffee table is for coffee Jack." Angela smiled at him and handed him a mug. Jack brought the coffee up to take a drink.
"You trying to get me drunk so you can seduce me, Montenegro?" Jack asked, detecting the smell of Irish crème liqueur. Angela laughed, a deep, throaty sound that Jack felt reverberate in his chest.
"If you're lucky," Angela replied. "What are you watching?"
"You've never seen Mythbusters? Come on it's awesome!" Angela sank down on the couch next to Hodgins, pulling her legs up and snuggling into his side. On the screen a man in a beret aimed a rifle at a gas tank. Hodgins looked down at Angela, infinitely confused by her mixed messages. Turning back to the screen Hodgins stretched an arm around her, enjoying the way she seemed to fit perfectly against him.
Angela woke slowly, languishing in the warmth of her bed. She turned to read her clock and smiled when she saw that there was still twenty minutes before she had to get up. After a moment she became aware of the fact that she was still wearing her clothes from her date with Jack. Angela sat up and, shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, tried to recall what had happened after she and Jack had returned to her apartment.
She knew they'd had coffee, Irish coffee because the cream was expired and she remembered watching a show on tv where an odd man in a beret had been firing a high powered rifle into a gas tank. After that her memory got hazy. Sighing, she slipped out of bed, realizing she must have fallen asleep on the couch during her date. Padding softly to the kitchen, Angela caught sight of a vase of flowers on her dining room table and changed her route to investigate. The arrangement was bold and beautiful, a little flashy but not too over the top, she was impressed with Jack's taste. Angela carefully pulled an envelope out from between a sunflower and a pink daisy. Her name was scrawled on the front in Hodgins' distinct script. She felt a flutter of excitement and anticipation in her stomach as she opened the letter.
Angela,
Either the coffee was decaf or I'm more boring than I thought :o)…Your jewellery is on your dresser and your key should be on the floor near the front door (I locked up and slid it back under when I left). I hope you enjoyed yourself last night. You're an incredible woman and it was an honour to spend time with you, hope we can do it again sometime. See you at work.
Jack
A/N: So this totally didn't go where I was planning…I hope you enjoy it anyways. I'm kind of 'meh' on the note; it's not doing it for me, don't know why. This is going to be a series of 'missing scene' oneshots though when the next one will be ready is impossible to tell. There will be at the very least: an Aliens in a Spaceship post-ep scene as well as a Headless Witch in the Woods post-ep scene. I'm now up to The Girl in the Gator so any future episodes that inspire me to write a scene will end up on here too…For anyone who was reading "The Kid in the Catacombs" I think something ran over that plot-bunny so we're gonna have to wait and see if something inspires me to finish that one up. Okay I'm done now…Congratulations if you read all this! (I wouldn't have P) Please review!!!