This is my first ever fanfic, so please go easy. Heck, it's my first piece of writing that's not for school, period. Don't go too easy, though. I dunno, do what you want! I will be adding more soon!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, or any other fictional characters mentioned throughout the story. Or types of alcohol, or music in this chapter…
A/N: Thanks for all the awesome reviews, guys! They make me feel so good, and inspired to keep on going. The juicy parts are here!!!
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Booth poured a glass of punch and handed it to his partner, then got one for himself.
"Well, that was fun," Brennan managed to say nonchalantly, despite the fact that she needed a very cold shower, and a fully dressed Booth standing in front of her.
"Yeah, Bones…" Booth replied. "You were getting pretty into it…"
"Well I told you that was my favorite song to dance to, Booth," she grinned.
"Yeah, you weren't kidding," he gulped, then glanced down at the remnants of his reaction to her seductive moves.
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Both partners were rather pleased with themselves. They had danced, and had fun and let loose while avoiding the eyes of the ever persistent Angela.
"How's it going?"
Booth and Brennan looked up from their punch to see Hodgins standing in front of them. He was absolutely beaming.
"Fine man, you?" Booth asked with a raised eyebrow.
Hodgins opened his mouth to respond but instead ended up in a fit of giggles, unaware his colleagues were staring at him as if he had just told them his craziest conspiracy theory.
"Did you just giggle, Hodgins?" Booth asked, this time with both eyebrows raised.
"Uh, naw I just wh…" Hodgins began laughing again before he could finish his thoughts.
Brennan leaned over towards Booth. "Is he drunk?"
Hodgins overheard her question and forced himself to stop laughing. "No, Dr. Brennan, I'm not. I haven't been to the bar to grind- I mean, er, get anything to drink."
Booth suddenly turned crimson all over again. He had caught Hodgins' slip-of-the-lip, and realized that he had probably seen the dancing.
He then quickly changed the subject. "So how was your dance with Cam?"
"Fine, ya know. It didn't last long because Angela cut in after a bit and Cam walked off with Jeremy from the museum."
Brennan, obviously oblivious to the fact that Hodgins had witnessed her and Booth's little display off affection, spotted Angela in the crowd.
"I see Angela, I'm gonna go and talk with her."
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Angela turned her head as Brennan tapped her shoulder.
"Sweetie! How's the party? Great, huh?" she asked.
"Yeah, Ange, it's been fun," came Brennan's response.
"Did you and Booth dance after I pulled you out of your chairs?" she asked excitedly.
"No, Angela, we didn't…" Brennan knew she was always horrible at lying to her best friend.
"Oooh, you did, didn't you??" Angela squealed. Her face then changed to one of dawning realization. "Brennan, right after I pulled you and Booth to the dance floor, they played 'Shake.'"
"Yes, they did. We uh, just danced."
"Oh, don't lie to me Sweetie! You did that favorite move I tough you, didn't you?!" she bounced.
Brennan realized she had said too much, and quickly mumbled an excuse to walk away from Angela. This topic was avoidable, at least for now.
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Booth watched as Brennan walked away, then turned back to Hodgins and found himself being stared at knowingly.
"What, Hodgins?"
"Dude, you two danced."
"Yeah, so what?" Booth was beginning to regret not having his gun with which to threaten Hodgins if he went any further.
"I saw her, man. And I also saw the look on your face when you made her stop. I know that look," he grinned wickedly.
At this point, Booth was really missing his gun.
"Yeah, Hodgins, look. I'd appreciate it if this little incident stayed between you, Bones, and me. Okay?" Booth pleaded. "Don't tell Angela."
"Dude, if your talking about my Angela, I bet she already knew before even you did."
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The rest of the party passed without major incident, and most of the guests had gone. The only people remaining were Booth, the squint squad, a few stragglers, and the custodians.
"Congratulations, Angela," Cam began. "You organized a great party."
"I know, right?" grinned the happy artist. "You guys can leave, you don't have to stick around. Hodgins is giving me a ride home in just a few."
"And me!" reminded Zach. He still lived in Hodgins pool house, with no license and no car.
Booth, Cam and Brennan decided it was indeed time for them to leave. They said their goodnights, and headed for their cars.
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Brennan hit panic mode when she arrived at her usual parking spot and her car was nowhere to be found. Then she heard a voice calling her from across the parking lot.
"Bones!" yelled Booth. "I gave you a ride this morning, remember?!"
Realization hit and Brennan headed towards where they had parked this morning.
"Then I need a ride home, Booth," she pointed out.
They both got into his SUV. Booth couldn't help but notice how her maid skirt slid up even farther as she sat down, and he began to lose himself in thoughts of her beauty. Such long, slender legs…
Brennan tapped Booth on his bare bicep, and electricity flowed between their bodies.
Booth was jerked back to reality, and looked down at his arm. Brennan had yet to remove her hand. She was admiring his fantastic muscles, thinking about how good they felt to her touch.
She soon snapped herself out if it. "Um, you can drive now, Booth."
"Yeah," he murmured, but still didn't start the car.
Before she knew what was happening, Brennan found her lips under heavy attack.
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A/N: CLIFFHANGERR!!! Did you like it? Only one or two more chapter to go, all before Tuesday night!
