A/N: Thanks to those of you who managed to review in albeit creative ways, it was very much appreciated. I apologize for this taking so long, I've been spending a lot of my nights attending hapkido (a Korean martial art) classes. Let me tell you, there is nothing more exhilarating than flipping a six foot 200 lb guy onto his back with out breaking a sweat. So ladies, I highly recommend this form of martial art. It has taught me a lot already and now I get all excited when I see Bones taking down some guy because I have learned that move earlier.
Anyways, happy reading!
Chapter 6:
"Not that I'm an expert on this, Bones, but shouldn't we talk about this?" Booth asked gently.
"Later, Booth." She used his normal name for him as if nothing had changed between them. Maybe if she could just pretend for a little while longer that they hadn't just thrown themselves at each other and that she didn't just abandon all reason and self for a romp in the bathroom of a hotel with her friends and coworkers just in the other room. They would just have to talk later, when she had time to distance herself from the situation and analyze it more.
Brennan peaked around the corner of the cracked bathroom door to see if anyone was awake and found to her luck that everyone was fast asleep. She tip toed over to the bed that her and Booth had shared the past two nights now and before she climbed into bed she peered over at Angela and Hodgins' bed and saw that Angela, who was dressed in silk shorts and a matching silk tank top was cuddled closely to Hodgins while resting her head on his chest. Forgetting what she and Booth had just done she smiled at her friends who had apparently found each other in their sleep. Sliding under the sheet she faced her friends and the edge of the bed, away from Booth. When his side of the bed dented in with his weight and settled into one position, Brennan allowed herself to breath more slowly and attempted once again to fall asleep.
Minutes later when Brennan was on the verge of a sound sleep, she felt a strong arm loop around her waist and a pull into a hard and bare chest. Sleepily wiggling, Brennan tried to move away from his warmth, but she was so tired and he was far stronger than her.
"Not so fast, Temperance." He breathed into her ear.
Tempe shivered in delight as his hot breath tickled the small hairs on the back of her neck.
"You may think that that was just a one time fling," he paused. It was hard to focus with the smell of sex and Temperance filling his nostrils, and knowing that it was the smell of them having sex made it all the more arousing.
"You want more already?" Brennan replied smartly.
Booth chuckled softly, "well, yeah, but that's not what I meant, Bones."
She snorted in a very unlady-like manner and shook her head.
"Bones – Temperance, I like you in a more than casual sex kind of way."
"We're partners Booth, you sort of have to kind of like me because we work together, well... I guess you don't have to, but I thought we had already established a friendship?" She asked in her normal naïve-Brennan way.
He smiled in her direction before continuing, "of course we're friends, Bones, but I really really like you in a more than friends way."
"Like best friends?" Brennan asked.
Oh God, Booth thought, give me the strength and patience to get the message through to her with out strangling her first!
"Bones, I am attracted to you in a very unplatonic way." There. He said it using words that not even she could misinterpret.
"I find you very attractive as well, Booth, but I thought what we did before demonstrated our attraction to each other."
"Yes, but – "
"Shhhhh!" A sleepy shush came from the other bed that sounded like Angela, who upon inspection, was fast asleep.
"Good night, Booth." She adjusted herself so that the back of her head rested on Booth's shoulder and she was asleep before Booth could continue his confession.
"Ugh," Booth grunted in frustration. He knew that if he didn't get his feelings across soon that she would over analyze the situation and then there would be no chance of anything ever happening between them and he was hoping for a real relationship with her. Temperance was a real woman who deserved a real relationship and he would kill to be the one to give it to her instead of that Dick431 creep – Oh God!
What if Bones was still dating that jerk! Maybe that's why she doesn't want to talk about it. She obviously regrets what they did because she loves that idiot, who FYI, didn't deserve her. How could he have forgotten about her boyfriend!
Tossing and turning (as much as he could with out waking his partner) from emotional turmoil and absolute exhaustion, Booth finally fell asleep.
Angela snuggled into the warm body beside her, wondering who it was she had sex with the night before. Her mind began to work through a list of sorts until she realized that she was still dressed and last time she checked, she was on a field trip with her coworkers and Booth. But then who was she splayed across in a more than friendly manner? With out moving she opened her eyes only to be face to face with a sleeping Jack Hodgins. Fighting the urge to repell herself from him, she began to study the sleeping form the way she would any male specimen; a form of studying she had never used on a guy from work, let alone, Hodgins. He was kind of cute in that shaggy and well defined way. She lowered her gaze to the chiseled pecks that she had seen on only one occasion during the last Christmas and even though she was impressed then, she felt her body grow warm to her second glimpse she was receiving. His chest rumbled from a low groan and to Angela's alarm he turned into her body and rubbed his face into her bare shoulder, which tickled immensely and Angela had to fight to bite back the giggles threatening to erupt from her throat.
"Angela..." Hodgins sighed in sleepy content.
Angela froze and every muscle in her body seemed to seize in response to her own name falling from her friend's lips. Jack's arm dropped around her waist and pulled her body until they were pressed flush together. Angela blushed and let her body mold to his, deciding that anything that felt this good wouldn't need a discussion or extra thought on her part. She was about to fall back asleep when she peaked over Jack's shoulder to see that her best friend and the FBI agent were getting quite cozy in the other bed. Upon closer inspection Angela spotted a few light bruises on Tempe that were shaped suspiciously like –
"Hey!" Angela couldn't help herself. She crawled across the bed and over Hodgins to get to her best friend.
Brennan struggled with her subconscious to wake up, knowing that something was amiss. But her body was sore and achy and her brain fuzzy from lack of sleep. Cold hands pressed to her neck finally drew her from her drowsy slumber.
"Huh? Wha?" Brennan slowly sat up, allowing Booths arms to fall from there resting place around her waist.
"Where in the hell did you get those marks from, Bren?" Angela asked still touching her friend's neck with deft fingers.
Brennan swatted at her friend's hands and accidentally hit Booth in the head, waking him up. Booth jerked awake and began swinging his arms at an invisible foe until he fell off the bed in a particularly clumsy fall.
"Who? Wha? Where?" Booth mumbled sleepily while holding an invisible gun at the TV.
"I was just asking Bren where she got her love bites from," Angela smirked.
Brennan was wide awake at that comment. Stuttering for words, Brennan managed to find a response.
"D-david," she managed, looking away from a frowning Angela.
Angela glanced at Booth who looked torn between throwing up and pummeling an imaginary David. Maybe her Tempe wasn't lying.
"But I thought you two had called it quits a couple weeks ago," Angela countered. Booth looked like the cat who ate the canary now. She fought to point this out to Brennan who seemed determined to ignore the obvious feelings the FBI agent had for her.
"Yes, it was more of a one last time thing."
"Had to get the remaining pent up sexual tension out," Angela blurted.
Brennan looked at her like she had grown to heads and both Booth and Angela shared a good laugh at that look.
"For a minute I thought you and Booth had gotten busy last night," Angela said with a wink.
"Nah, Booth had the skats all night," Hodgins chose that moment to pipe in.
Angela's nose crinkled as she glanced at Booth and then glared at Hodgins for mentioning something so gross out loud.
Booth fought to not smile because everything seemed to be working out so far that day. His Bones wasn't dating that idiot and the squints have no clue that he had just ravished their boss in the next room. It seemed like nothing could go wrong after so much good happening so soon, but he had no idea how wrong he was.
A/N: I hope you all liked it enough to review!
