Disclaimer: I still don't own Bones.

A/N: This is a light-hearted take on what the rest of Angela and Brennan's conversation about B/B in 6x22: "The Hole in the Heart" might have looked like.

"No! Not right now! Honey, I love you, but go tell Cam! Go! Away! Away!"

Normally Angela would feel guilty about being so impatient with her husband, but right now she doesn't care. He interrupted Brennan's story – a story that might be the culmination of years of sexual tension – and, as such, he deserved what he got. (Not that she's getting her hopes up or anything.)

Brennan's smile turns almost… naughty?

"We made love," she says quietly, trying – and failing miserably – to suppress a smile that lights up her entire being. Even if Brennan's words hadn't convinced her, that smile would have.

Briefly, Angela feels as though the earth has stopped its spinning.

"Oh my God," Angela murmurs, dumbstruck. "Oh. My. God."

"Angela?" Brennan asks confusedly. "I thought you'd be happy."

These characteristically Brennan words jerk her back to reality, and the world resumes turning on its axis. Still, she feels lighter somehow; giddy.

"I am," Angela hastens to assure her. "It's just… wow. It finally happened. I mean, I always had faith in you, sweetie, but lately I'd started to think that you guys were never going to get your act together."

"Well, I can assure you that it most certainly happened," Brennan says, smirking slightly. "Five times."

Angela bites down on a squeal, and settles on a huge smile. Beaming, she says, "Congratulations! You two are on the same page now, right?"

"I believe so," Brennan says.

"You believe so?" Angela asks nervously. The last thing they all need is more Booth and Brennan drama.

"We talked, afterwards," Brennan says with an uncomfortable shrug. "We agreed to be one another's partners in all aspects of life."

Unable to contain her excitement any longer, Angela embraces her friend.

"I am so happy for you, Brennan," she says. "The two of you deserve this."

Brennan nods, her eyes still shining.

"Now what was that about five times?" Angela asks, making herself more comfortable. "Give me all the dirty details."

"Angela!" Brennan remonstrates in a falsely-shocked tone.

"Aw, c'mon Bren, don't make me beg," Angela says. "I've been waiting for this for years. Besides, I'm a pregnant woman. You should always humor pregnant women."

"Is this some social convention of which I am unaware?" Brennan teases.

Angela merely rolls her eyes in response, and says, "Yes. Yes it is. Now spill."

"Due to Booth's personal feelings on the subject, I cannot go into great detail. I believe he would classify our bedroom – and living room, and bathroom, and kitchen – activities as something that is just 'ours,'" Brennan begins.

Angela listens impatiently, her ears pricking up at the mention of various apartment rooms. "All of those?" she questions, impressed. "Really?"

"Really," Brennan replies smugly. "As I said, I cannot give you "all the dirty details," but suffice it to say that it was… incredible."

Her voice softens at the end of this, and she gets a slightly glazed look in her eyes.

"Booth once told me that when two people make love, they come close to breaking the laws of physics. After rigorous experimentation, I have found that I concur with his assessment."

Something in her expression shifts, and she adds wickedly, "And Angela? I don't think I'm going to need your help for the sex scenes in my next book after all."