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As they pulled into the nearly empty car park Angela reflected on the relatively short drive. The atmosphere that had been tense in the corridor had evaporated, leaving only soft conversation and secretive glances. Now however Angela was getting excited, Brennan had refused to tell her where they were going, and she did not recognise where they were. Peering into the darkness Angela tried not to squirm in her seat, the excitement fast rising in her body. 'Just wait here a second Ange, I have to check something.', and before she could question the other woman, Brennan had slipped out of the car and headed off into the darkness, leaving Angela confused. Within minutes however, the scientist was back and opening her door, holding out a hand to her. 'All ready?' she said, a bright smile on her face, that only appeared to Angela to get brighter as she slipped her hand into hers and stepped from the car. 'For you, always' Angela whispered, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Brennan's lips, her heart feeling light at the thought she could do this whenever she wanted. She didn't miss the blush in the other woman's face as she pulled away.

Brennan blushed as she felt Angela's lips graze hers; she didn't think she would ever get used to the wonderful sensation of having the woman she loved love her back. Locking the car, she led Angela into the darkness, keeping their fingers entwined, the butterflies in her stomach returning. She hoped she had got this right. She had never done something so romantic before, and never for a woman. Angela knew her so well, the necklace showed that, and she just wished she could understand people as well as her friend seemed to. She sighed softly. Brennan felt Angela's hand gently squeeze hers and say 'What's wrong sweetie?' At this she couldn't help but smile, she was just thinking Angela knew her, and now it seemed the artist had sensed her discomfort and worry. 'Nothing,' she replied, squeezing back, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. 'Sweetie' Angela cajoled, her tone leaving no wiggle room. Brennan sighed again, 'I'm just worried that you won't like it, that I have gotten it wrong or something…I, I have never done anything like this before.'

Angela felt for the woman, she knew Brennan was a perfectionist, and this was something that was completely out of her league. She had worried once or twice that evening whether or not she should have continued with the evening, rather than letting Brennan take over, but she wanted to see this part of Brennan, the romantic side. 'It's okay Bren, I know that, and whatever you decided I will love, I'm happy as long as I'm with you today.' The words were sincere and heartfelt, and they appeared to sooth the slightly taller woman, for she smiled sweetly and thanked Angela with a brief hug. The contact sent tingles all down the artist's body, and she returned the hug with her own smile.

'Thanks Angela' Brennan whispered as she reluctantly pulled away from the sanctuary of her friends arms. 'Come on'. She pulled Angela along, heading towards the darkened building across the car park. She felt the confusion flowing off the other woman, but Angela never said anything, showing the amount of trust she had for the forensic anthropologist; and this knowledge made Brennan's heart beat slightly faster. Reaching the back door, Brennan quickly tapped three times, and waited patiently for her friend to let them in. She had checked previously, while Angela was waiting in the car that everything was ready, and was pleased everything had looked perfect. The raven haired woman fidgeted at her side, 'Where are we Bren?' she murmured, 'there aren't any other people around.' Brennan nodded, and opened her mouth to explain, but just then the door opened and a big burly man in a security guard uniform shone a flash light at them. She leaned in and said quietly, 

'I will explain in a minute, come on', and then louder, 'hey Alan, this is Angela. Angela, this is my friend Alan. He works security at the Jeffersonian. Come on in.' she smiled to herself at the shocked and confused look on Angela's face as she led her threw the door and into the building.

Angela couldn't get over the shock. They were at work? What had Brennan planned? 'Bren?' she said, confused. But the other woman only laughed softly and shook her head. 'You wanted to be surprised.' She couldn't help but laugh then, she had wanted Brennan to surprise her, and this was definitely a surprise. She would have never thought they would end up back here. But then, she thought to herself, this was where Brennan was the most comfortable, so, for her it wasn't such as weird place to eat. Feeling slightly better about what was going on, she smiled at her friend and started towards the stairs that took them to their lab. She felt a hand on her elbow. 'Not that way Ange, come on. This way.' Confusion and excitement once more ran through her body. It appeared Brennan wasn't done surprising her tonight. She followed the forensic anthropologist along a corridor and up a few flights of stairs before finally commenting 'I haven't been in this part of the building before.' She caught Brennan's smile at that, god she could look at that smile all day. 'I didn't think so. Come on, we're nearly there.' Up a final flight of stairs and down another corridor Brennan finally stopped and waited. Angela cocked her head, slightly confused. 'After you' Brennan said softly, excitement lighting up her eyes. With a deep breath Angela opened the door in front of her, and the sight before her took her breath away.

She watched as the artist's face went through a range of emotions, many of which she couldn't identify. She was satisfied however that happiness and wonderment were at the forefront. The nerves that she had felt since that afternoon all but disappeared at the sight of Angela, open-mouthed with astonishment and eyes lit up like a child at Christmas. She was proud of herself, it seemed that she had got this one right first time, and if she admitted it to herself, she didn't think she would. Romance was new to her. 'Okay? I figured restaurants would all be booked up for today, I hope this is an okay substitute'.

'Substitute? Bren, this is amazing. No-one has ever put this much effort in for me. I love it'. She looked on in wonderment, the words were true; no-one ever tried so hard to make her feel special, and she knew that was Brennan's intention. She had opened the door to reveal the Jeffersonian's astronomy observatory, the shutters open across the ceiling, allowing the stars to shine down into the room. The furniture had been pushed back, and the centre of the room held only a blanket, holding a large picnic basket. The room was delicately lit with candles and fairy lights, which only added to the romantic atmosphere created by the moonlight and stars. It was one of the most beautiful rooms Angela had ever seen, and she knew beauty. She stepped forward almost shyly, not quite believing this was all for her benefit, and laughed delightedly as soft music began. She turned, to see Brennan holding a remote, a small smile just at the corner of her mouth. 'Would you care to join me for dinner?' she asked, holding out her hand. All Angela could do was nod, taking Brennan's warm hand and allowing her to lead her to the middle of the room.

They ate quietly, and Brennan was satisfied that Angela liked the room. She had called Sid to ask about the picnic basket, and had called in a favour from the woman who ran the observatory, asking both if they thought her idea was the right thing to do. She shifted as she pulled the basket towards them to offer Angela more food, moving her closer to the beautiful woman next to her. As she sat back she rested her hand lightly on Angela's leg, as they spoke softly about themselves, work, the 

room and the food they were eating. Eventually they were both full and Angela lay back, pulling Brennan with her. Surprised Brennan fell back with a slight 'oomph' making the artist giggle next to her. 'This was amazing sweetie, you definitely surprised me. Now, tell me about stars' she said, resting her head on Brennan's shoulder and playing with the soft material of her top. As Brennan let the information flow from her, she found herself hardly listening, instead concentrating on the feeling on Angela's head on her shoulder, and her hands dancing quietly over her stomach. The warm feeling she had in the presence of the forensic artist only intensified, and she thanked the metaphorical god that Angela had had the courage to cross the line of their friendship.

All too soon Angela could feel herself slipping into sleep and she roused herself, pushing away from the scientist. She pouted at the loss of contact, but the pout was replaced by a loving smile as she gazed at the woman laid next to her. Brennan looked, well, content, and it wasn't a look her best friend often wore. It suited her, and Angela couldn't help but lean in and kiss full lips. Brennan was quick to respond, running her tongue along Angela's lower lip, and allowing the raven haired woman entrance to her mouth. Angela moaned as she slipped her tongue into the hot cavern of her friend's mouth, and ran her fingers through auburn locks, shifting so she was lying on top of Brennan. The kiss was heated yet loving, allowing each woman to feel how the other felt. Soon in need of oxygen Angela reluctantly pulled away, but kept her hands in Brennan's hair, twirling the errant strands through her fingers. 'I don't want to sound corny, but I think that was the best kiss I have ever had' she breathed, leaning back down to kiss along the pale jaw in front of her, delighted in the small groans it elicited.

Brennan wrapped her hands around the woman on top of her, and pulled her up, reclaiming her mouth. She didn't think she would ever get bored of kissing this woman, and her heart skipped a beat at the thought that she would be able to do this for the rest of her life. Her hands traced unknown patterns across the smaller woman's back as they kissed. It was Brennan that pulled away this time, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of Angela's nose. 'Come on,' she whispered, 'it's late. Let's get you home.' A few more kisses later she stood, pulling the other woman up with her. She quickly and effectively cleared up the room, and soon she took Angela's hand and led her to the car.

Angela had watched as Brennan blew out the candles and cleared away the remains of the food. Her heart refused to slow and her body was now just one giant tingle, centred around her groin. She ignored the feeling of sadness at Brennan stopping the kiss, as much as she wanted it to continue she didn't think it would be best for their colleagues to find them the next morning. And the way the kiss was going she had no doubt in her mind that that was what would have happened. Trust Brennan to be logical, but as she slipped her hand into the one being held out for her, she figured that was just one of the things she loved about the auburn haired woman. Reaching the car Brennan held open the door for once again, and Angela blushed, thanking her softly as she slipped into the car. The night had been perfect, and as she turned to tell Brennan so, something in the other woman's eyes stopped her. There was a mischievous twinkle there as Brennan said seductively 'So, your place or mine?'

Hope you liked, also, not sure whether this is the right place to end. I like it, but I could go on if you want. Let me know x