Disclaimer: I don't own Bones... but I do want to write for the show... hmmm
A/N: Not sure if I will get much more done today. My wrist looks like a tennis ball today, so I may not get a lot of work done tonight. I can not bring myself to type one handed, so let's see what we can do. I am stopping this on Friday night because NaNoWriMo is starting and I am totally devoted to that... or my agent is going to kill me.
But I really really wanted to put this chapter out!
But we can all thank my dad for sending me money today to order in some take out so I didn't need to cook. :) Thanks again, Daddy! (Not that I ever want to know if you read this!!!)
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Booth stood beside the door to the lab, hiding in the hallway, waiting for her to come after him. He grinned as she stalked past, completely missing him. He walked up behind her, and grabbed her arm. Expecting the blow she was about to deal him, he pinned her quickly against the wall, and pressed his mouth to hers. At first she resisted him, but when he tried to pull away, she grabbed his head and pulled him back to her.
Their heads tipped back and forth, trying to find the best angle. Brennan kept trying to pull him closer, and Booth was doing everything in his power not to rip her clothes off in the hallway.
Just as suddenly as the kiss started, it stopped. Brennan pushed him away and took off down the hall. Her ankle suddenly didn't matter, she just had to get away from him.
"Bones!" He shouted after her, she quickened her pace. He started to run after her, but a hand on his arm stopped him.
Angela's warm brown eyes met his. "Let her go. She needs to absorb all of this, and anything you say or do right now is going to just make this worse."
Booth ran a hand through his hair and let out a breath. "I don't know what's going on here, Angela. I thought this was okay. I thought we would be okay."
Angela smiled knowingly. "Sweetie, she is okay with it. Why else would she have kissed you back?"
Booth chuckled, "If she didn't want it, she would have beat the crap out of me."
The artist nodded. She pulled Booth into a hug. Leaning up on her tiptoes, she whispered in his ear, "Then you need to give her time. Back off. Be nothing but professional. Cause that kiss? Was hotter than I have ever imagined."
Booth threw his head back and laughed. Angela smiled and let the FBI Angent go. "Just give her some time. If she doesn't jump you in a week, I'll give you more advice." She started walking away, but couldn't resist tossing over her shoulder, "If it helps, she told me the sex was amazing!"
Booth blushed, and ran his hands through his hair one more time. This was not going to be an easy week.
Brennan, however, was sitting in her car, sobbing. She could feel his hands on her waist. She could feel his lips on her lips. There was nothing she wanted more than for him to tap on the window of her car and do all of that to her again.
So when there was a tap on the window of her car, she jumped and felt her heart lurch in excitement. She wiped her eyes, and turned, to see Angela looking concerned.
"Sweetie, unlock the car and let me in." She pulled on the passenger side handle to illustrate that the door was locked.
Brennan hit the power locks and wiped her face again as Angela climbed in. She sat in the seat, and had barely shifted her weight when Brennan flung herself into her best friend's arms and started sobbing again.
"I ruined everything!"
A/N: This took forever to get out... Narcotics + writing are not a good mix. I can't wait until I get my wrist brace.