a/n: this little ditty has now come to an end. it's been fun everyone. thanks for the reviews and for sharing the luv. look out for more once the helter skelter of life has died down.
Angela walked in to see Booth and Brennan looking like love addled teenagers.
'Well, not exactly what I had in mind but judging by those extremely adorable looks on your faces, I'm going to say everything went well,' Angela announced, her eyes shifting back and forth between the partners.
And I would also like to thank both you guys in advance for those new pair of Jimmy Choos I'm going to get this weekend when me and Bren go shopping,' Angela finished with a satisfied smile.
Seeing that neither had acknowledged her presence, Angela rolled her eyes.
'Oh and Sweetie?' Angela said, standing in the doorway. 'T & A means tits and ass.' Winking, the forensic artist promptly took her leave.
'Booth! How can objectify women that way! It's unseemly!'
'First of all, Angela said that, not me! I in no way whatsoever alluded to the fact that you had, you know…'
'Breasts and ass?'
'Aww c'mon Bones! I'm a man! We think about sex like a million times a day! If I didn't think about things like that, it'd be a problem.'
'So what you're saying is that you're picturing me naked and sweaty right now?'
There was a pause. And then, 'Well, now I am,' Booth replied.
'Women have always been likened to some kind of sexual toy. Thinking that a woman's place is barefoot and pregnant in the house, and as a way of asserting male sexual dominance in the bedroom is absur-'
Hearing Brennan's words stop abruptly, and then a faint moan, Angela Montenegro smiled. After all, she had been the one with the plan.