Jack had stirred awake unbeknownst to Angela who was enjoying the peaceful stillness that only dawn can bring. He pulled his lover closer and took a deep breath. Immediately Angela's shampoo, perfume and individual scent laced his nostrils and tickled his throat, he was sure he could lie like this all day, however, work commitments were going to prevent such an occurrence today and an alarm clock was sure to bring them both out of their reverie in thirty minutes or so. Deciding that he needed more and hoping Angela felt the same way, he ducked a brave hand below the covers and with a wicked grin began to make the most of those precious minutes. Angela of course had no objections.
Laughing as the bag on her shoulder swung with joyous momentum, Angela entered the Jeffersonian attached at the hand with Hodgins. Clearly in the middle of a private joke they stopped short of the platform before he placed a tender kiss on her lips and headed off to slide into his lab coat prepared for whatever lay ahead in his crime solving day. Angela watched him walk away, still gratified from their morning endeavour and not quite willing to let the satisfaction go in favour of death and murder.
"Angela," a female voice brought her back to reality and she looked up to see Brennan, Zack and Cam staring at her, the latter with a smirk.
"We have a skull ready for reconstruction-"
"And a 3D representational demonstration I need elaborated so that I may give an accurate rationalization of this particular occurrence," Zack interrupted.
"Yes thank you Dr Addy and a demonstration, so whenever you're ready." Cam smiled again and continued on with her exploration of the recently deceased with the young anthropologist nearby.
"Sure I'll be there in a second," the artist replied before turning around and heading towards her office. Brennan's work however was interrupted and latex gloves were peeled off quickly and replaced by her phone. It was Booth, a body had been found.
For Hodgins, the majority of the morning was spent hunched over his microscope checking particulates that lab assistants had brought in with the decomposing body that had newly arrived. Sighing heavily he checked his watch. It was nearing his lunch break, something he wasn't sure he was going to be able to take as the work kept piling up and the answers were slipping away with each hour that passed. He rubbed his eyes, stroked his beard a little and got back to work. The sooner he finished up the better. He was writing down the Latin name for a certain fly larvae when he heard the familiar click clicking of heels on the hard floor heading towards him. Looking up, his own grin was met with one even more evident and within seconds was inches away from his.
"Hey Hodgie." God he loved and hated that nickname at the same time, more so loved when it came from those gorgeous lips.
"Hey beautiful, want to see this fine Ophyra leucostoma egg hatch?" Hodgins asked, newly excited sky blue eyes reaching cocoa brown.
"Not even a little bit." Angela smiled as she replied and shook her head a little to accentuate her point. Hodgins shrugged and turned his attention directly to his girlfriend. His breath caught a little in his throat as he gazed at her in pure unadulterated adoration. Angela laughed a little and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking down at the quizzical man sitting lower than her as she stroked the side of his face lovingly.
The smile never left her features. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
If Jack had been the type, he would have blushed; instead he slipped his arms around the waist of his welcome break and pulled her to rest between his open legs.
His answer was simple, "because I love you," and resulted in a sensual kiss as the brunette bent over and captured his lips with her own mocha flavoured ones. He broke the kiss but kept firm grip on her hips.
"I could use some of that," he stated. Angela raised her eyebrows, a smirk of hope and amusement etched on the expression.
"I meant coffee, but if you're hinting at something else…" Angela playfully nudged his knee in retaliation and released herself to lean against his desk not breaking the contact their legs shared.
"That's why I'm here, to whisk you away for some 'coffee' and then maybe lunch'. Jack took one of her hands in his own and placed a chaste kiss on top. Sighing audibly he ran his hand through his curls which were beginning to grow back.
"I'm sorry baby, I don't think I can." Angela's face dropped a little at the remark but she held her stance. "I have to identify another batch of larvae, examine the Ophyra leucostoma tofind time of death and then run this-" he held up a small clear container with a blue-ish powder inside, "through the mass spec. It's going to take a while." Angela nodded. She didn't want to seem needy, hell she never usually was, but after last night and then this morning she couldn't help but want to spend every spare minute with the man she oh so deeply loved. Jack however couldn't stand to see sadness on such a striking face and grinned as he changed his mind and priorities.
"Well maybe one cup. I'm sure I can be spared for twenty minutes or so…" Angela's smile immediately returned as she settled back in between his lap and kissed him again, this time with a little more passion to show exactly what would be happening with the additional time they now had, coffee be damned. Jack couldn't help but think he was the luckiest man alive, screw King of the Lab, he was King of the Freaking Country.
It was nearing half past six and Angela had been working on an upgrade for the Angelator for quite some time. She let a yawn escape as she input some statistics onto her square key pad and tapped away for a few minutes, her mouth moving as she quietly spoke to herself the equations. Too busy in her own world, she hadn't heard the soft rapping of knuckles at the door or when a casually dressed Jack waltzed inside, coat and bag already on ready for home time. Approaching her from behind, he nuzzled against her neck and engulfed her in a hug. Angela, startled by the sudden contact, jumped, let out a small squeal and dropped her key pad. She whipped her neck round to see the perpetrator that had caused her fright. "Jack!" She chastised.
"I'm sorry I thought it would be romantic!" He had to stifle a snigger at the half annoyed half touched face she returned to him. With his hands still attached to her waist and her ass glued to his groin, she bent over to pick up the fallen pad, hoping nothing had been damaged with the impact. Jack had to admit, having Angela bent over directly in front of him gave him an extremely good view, hell he was still a red-blooded male after all and was appreciating the scenery when Booth chose that exact moment to interrupt.
"Whoa!" Booth sauntered in and took a stunned step back, his hands covering his eyes, hoping he hadn't seen too much of the entomologist and artist to emotionally scar him for life. Angela, still bent over, peeked through her dark waves of hair and immediately straightened, well aware of how this interaction looked to the FBI agent. After checking the key pad was in fact alright, she stepped over to her desk to grab her jacket.
"It's alright man, you can open your eyes, nothing happened." Hodgins leant against the Angelator table, arms crossed and a cocky smile that matched the larger man's belt buckle. Booth straightened his tie and regained his composure.
"Hey what you do in your own time is none of my business. Bones in?" He stood, one hand on his hip, the other leaning against the door frame. Angela couldn't help but smile at his overtly macho characteristics.
"Yeah she's in her office stud, probably working late, she said something about a lambdoid suture and temporal line, I dunno…" Booth nodded having no better of an idea as to what that was and thanked Angela before swaggering up the stairs to the anthropologist's lair. Angela glanced to her boyfriend who was trying to suppress a chuckle and not very successfully.
"Laugh it up big boy, you come out looking pretty good, I on the other hand…"
"Come out looking like a very, very, very good girlfriend?" The bug and slime expert offered, taking Angela's right arm and pulling her into him and kissing her for the hundredth time that day. A small moan escaped as his tongue dipped into her mouth, connecting with her own and sucking lightly on the fleshy muscle.
"Am I forgiven?" Jack asked, rubbing his hands up his girlfriend's sides and stealing a quick glance at the slight hint of cleavage showing from her peasant top. Angela just smiled as she picked up her bag and led him out of her office, making a beeline for the diner and smiling as she was honest to God happy with life at the moment.
