A/N: This chapter turned out to be a strong T or perhaps M for its sexual content so for younger readers please be warned. Reviews welcomed.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just a simple PC.

Hips swayed steadily as the body glided through the kitchen keeping in time with the music provided by the old fashioned radio in the corner. She was preparing her Saturday breakfast at a more lunch appropriate time of course and releasing some of the weekday stress at the same time and shit it felt good. Furry boot slippers skidded back and forth as the bowl of Apple Jacks grew in volume and were quickly grasped to be consumed. 'I love this part,' she said with a mouthful to no one in particular, her feet took on a mind of their own and guided her to the breakfast bar in a series of salsa-esque movements. She was up again as soon as her petite shorts had made contact with the fabric of her stool at the recognition of her boyfriend's voice calling from afar.

"Angela?"

She kept eating as she strolled through the hall towards the stairs. "I'm in the kitchen," she counteracted as gracefully as one could whilst slurping down a traditionally considered child's breakfast. Angela was greeted by a disheveled and bare-chested Hodgins wearing dark pj pants and an annoyed expression, obviously having a less fun and silly afternoon than her.

"It did it again," he admitted, arms leaning on the landing banister as he stared down at her somewhat pleading, his ego also a little bruised from the confession. His problem with asking for help was something he was working on and attributed his progression to Angela's existence within his life. Her eyes widened a little, after all she had spent a good forty minutes last night manually fixing the laptop's errors, erasing a few Trojan viruses and backing up extra files just in case. Jack although usually a fan of and somewhat competent with technology, never ceased to be amazed at those skilful hands rapidly sliding across the keys, her eyes glued to the screen as she typed away the cure, his eyes glued to her.

"K," she wiped her mouth and smiled. "Let's go figure out the problem." Ever optimistic and with a bowl in hand, Angela ascended the stairway and followed the scientist into his bedroom which was fast becoming theirs. The slippers were kicked off and bowl set down as Angela leant over the desk in the corner, elbows placed on dark wood as she began her virtual inspection. Hodgins sat himself down in the chair at the desk, content to let her do her thing and for the first time noticing just how short those short shorts really were. He was certain if his eyes could do the typical cartoon thing of popping out a meter in front of his head then they sure as hell would by now. Oblivious to his staring, the artist spoke to herself, slightly scowling but putting full concentration into the task at hand. After a few minutes or so of clicking, hard key typing and a restart the issue was resolved.

"Shit when I'm good I'm good baby," she accentuated with a cheeky grin and eyebrow wiggle as she turned around to her thankful and amused bug guy.

He pulled her into his lap as he spoke. "You certainly are. Thank you for that Ms Montenegro, what do I owe you?" he purred into her ear as her arms wove around his neck and slim fingers danced through his hair.

"Oh I think you know exactly how you can pay me."

Lips collided as Hodgins pulled her further into his warm body, highly aware of his suddenly constricting garments that were confining the growing bulge in his groin. Angela moaned into his open mouth, a surge of emotion cursing through her body as her hips began to slowly dance against his in a fashion that was slow and torturous for both. His hands roamed up her sides, starting at her back and gradually making their way up, curving at the side of her breasts before finding that glorious caramel neck. Straddling her boyfriend and loving the sensations of his warm hands on her cool skin, Angela dipped her head back to allow him better access to the soft flesh, her breath becoming more rapid as his tongue set to work on her pulse point. Jack was caught off guard when nails met skin, his chest flinching as they made their way down through his soft hair and over the well formed pectoral muscles he concealed so well, the pain combining with pleasure when she found his waistband.

Angela was lost in the feeling. Lost in the sensations that coursed through her body and enthralled each sense to the point where she could think of nothing other than the man beneath her and the ultimate joy he was delivering to her shaky form. His tongue moved from her neck to search for her lips, no longer content with the sensual distraction he was creating; he needed to feel her against him, taste her, enjoy her, please her and she was all too happy to comply. As the kiss grew in intensity, Angela's hand dipped lower to find what she was looking for. The entomologist gasped as she stroked along the length of him, eager to remove the clothing that was restraining them both, she discarded her purple tank top and threw it over her shoulder to reveal her naked chest. His eyes lit up at the sight. He had just reached forward and grabbed a bud into his awaiting mouth when he was startled out of his reverie by a loud ringing.

"Fuck!" He wasn't sure if she uttered it in delight or frustration but each time a curse left those delicious lips he felt a jolt through his body, never before had profanity turned him on so much. Then again, he was experiencing a lot of firsts with the enigmatic artist. Angela froze her actions but held his head against her heaving chest.

"Don't pick it up," she drawled huskily.

"I'm sorry, I have to baby, it could be important." She groaned as one hand held onto her back and the other stretched over to receive the offending call. She saw him mouth 'its Cam' and groaned for the second time, his frustration also evident as his smile faded. This was not how she had planned her Saturday, cereal and sex were the only items on the to do list and having ticked off only one she was quickly growing impatient with her boss.

"Are you serious?" His irritation not withheld in the question. "Ok…yeah…no…we'll be there…I don't know, half an hour maybe more…ok…bye." Hodgins returned the receiver and looked up at a now still extremely hot but aggravated girlfriend.

"We have to go in don't we?"

He nodded his head. "I'm afraid so." Grudgingly she left the warmth of his lap and started towards the shower. Jack sighed and willed his body to calm down from the reactions provoked by the brunette; he certainly couldn't go into work unnoticed with a hard on.

"Well are you coming?" She asked with a hint of wickedness. "We still have thirty minutes; think you can get me off in less?" That smirk, that confidence, that body, that woman.

"Hell yes," came the reply as he took her hand eagerly. Maybe their day wasn't going to be wasted after all.