Thanks for the response to the last chapter to this one. Here is another one that I thought of this morning and wanted to get on paper as soon as possible. Bones sets her plan in motion while worrying Booth. I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.
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"Dude, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes right now," Hodgins said sotto voce to Booth about ten o'clock.
"Whadd'ya mean?" Booth asked. He was watching some highlights from the football games on Sportscenter when Hodgins walked in and joined him.
"Dr. B asked me to bunk with Zack tonight and she has Angela in the guest room," Hodgins told him. "That can mean only one thing. You seriously fucked up and she's going to have a talk with you before she banishes you to the floor."
"Did she sound pissed?" Booth pressed. He couldn't recall anything happening since their little tryst in the SUV, but Bones was one of those who could get pissed in a nanosecond, so that didn't mean very much. He tried to think of that had happened the rest of the afternoon. They got back looking embarrassed as Hell and took a lot of shit from Angela. In private, thank God. Nothing unusual there as that woman could sniff the signs of sexual activity if it was over a week prior. He left Bones so he could watch some football with the guys. Nothing so bad there, though she had given him a peeved look when he left her with the girls who were spending time in the kitchen. Okay, so that one smacked of gender stereotyping, thus he was thinking she was pissed about that, which meant that Junior was flying solo tonight instead of making tracks to a hotel with Bones for a few hours of hot, sweaty sex.
"Oh, yeah," Hodgins said with a grin. "You really screwed the pooch this time, G-Man."
Booth stood up and took a deep breath. "Well, at least that mean I won't be sleeping with Zack tonight and listening to him spout out all sorts of squint stuff. Have fun, Hodgins," he said as he clapped the other man on the shoulder and went to find Bones.
"He talks in his sleep?" Hodgins asked incredulously. "Oh, Hell no. Angela!" he called out as he went in search of the super sexy artist. Maybe she wouldn't mind sharing the king sized bed in the guest room.
Booth found Bones in the living room by herself apparently working on her latest novel. He carefully walked over to her and sat down on the couch.
"Hey, Bones," he said, putting on his best smile. He was not happy about this. He'd had two incredible experiences with Bones that day and now he was worried that he'd screwed up somehow.
Bones looked up and put her plan in to motion. "I don't appreciate the manner in which you perpetuated a gender stereotype by assuming that I would be more comfortable in the kitchenwith the other women," she told him bluntly.
"But Bones, you don't like sports, and I wanted to watch the game," he protested, though it sounded somewhat feeble.
"You like sports more than going someplace quiet for a mid afternoon rendezvous with me?" she asked with a raised brow.
Booth's jaw about dropped. "You mean you were ready to get a hotel room for a few hours?" he asked, not wanting to kick himself.
"After the incredible orgasm you gave me with that masterful display of cunnilingus?" she asked. "Of course I was, until you left me in a kitchen with a group of other women."
"Well, we could always sneak out tonight for a while and have some fun," he hinted with a smile and wink.
"I don't think so, Booth," she told him. She shut down her computer. "I think I'm going to turn in early tonight. There's your sleeping bag. The floor is all yours, Booth." She leaned up and kissed him lightly. "Have fun with yourself," she teased as she left the room.
Booth shoulders slumped. "It's not the same," he muttered, glaring at the sleeping bag. Looking over at the tree, loaded with presents, he sighed. At least he could move over by the tree and absorb some of the Christmas spirit that way.
"So?" Angela said, nearly bouncing off the king sized bed in excitement. "How did Agent Studly take it?"
Bones laughed. "He certainly looked disappointed," she admitted to her friend.
"Well I don't doubt it," Angela replied. "You gave the man a blowjob this morning and he got to return the favor this afternoon. When it comes to getting some pussy, all men have a one track mind."
Bones chuckled at her friends blunt manner of putting things, though she did acknowledge the axiomatic truth of it.
"So what are you going to wear to shock our favorite G-man?" Angela asked, excited at what her friend had come up with as a surprise for Booth.
Bones spent a few minutes going through the lingerie she had purchased that day and finally came up with the perfect ensemble. She stood up and turned to Angela.
"I was thinking perhaps this," she told her.
Angela looked and smiled. A pair of lacy, crotchless panties, together with a lacy bustier. The color was a sky blue, almost cerulean like her eyes. Her friend was also holding up a pair of sheer stocking of a matching color and a brand new set of three inch heels, also of matching color.
"Very nice," she admired. Like Bren, she loved sexy lingerie and had a fairly extensive collection of her own. It was nothing compared to Bren's, though. "Crotchless?" she questioned. She had to admit that the idea behind such panties was sexy, but having worn some before on a couple of occasions with lovers of her own, she didn't like them too much.
Bones smiled. "I believe the correct term is 'easy access,'" she pointed out.
Both women laughed at that one, it being a subtle dig at the single-mindedness of the male of the species when it came to sex and the female body. Bones changed into the outfit and modeled it for her friend to make sure that it was what she hoped it would be.
"Perfect," Angela pronounced. "Now when are you going to go and give that Stud Muffin of yours his early Christmas gift?"
"Not for a while yet," Bones said as she changed back into something a bit more comfortable. "I want to surprise him when he's asleep." She got out her laptop and turned it on so she could spend some more time working on her novel.
"Good idea," Angela commented. "I think I'll invite Hodgins over when you go visit Studly. He deserves a fun Christmas gift, too."
"I somehow think he will appreciate sex with you more than sleeping in the same room with Zack," Bones remarked drily, then laughed in amusement.
"He better," Angela chuckled. She'd been seriously considering starting something with the entomologist for some time now, and he'd shown her on a number of occasions that he was much more than the abrasive bug and slime guy he presented all too often. This would be the perfect opportunity given how imploring he'd been when he had practically begged her to make it so he was not having to share a room with Zack. This way she could offer him a few hours reprieve, though he would have to go back before everyone began waking up.
While all this was going on Hodgins was in the bottom bunk wanting nothing more than to take his pillow and smother Zack. The kid was actually talking in his sleep! It wouldn't be so bad if it was the steady crescendo of a lust filled dream, which would give Hodgins plenty of ammo to make Zack miserable for a long time to come. No, it was a litany of scientific formulas and analytical gobbledegook that made no sense despite his own three doctorates. Hodgins tried to drown it all out by imagining Angela naked and giving him a sexy lap dance. When that didn't work, despite the very appealing image, he sighed and covered his head with his pillow to keep from going insane. This was going to be a long night.
A/N: This is the setup for the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter should be posted sometime next week. Thanks for sticking with me on this one. Gregg.
A/N2: I am spending some time having fun with the pairing of Angela and Hodgins, but am unsure if I am going to write a sex scene with them, or simply deal with the coming festivities with those two in the aftermath. What do you think? Gregg.