Hey, here's the second chapter :)
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Brennan's mind was clouded with thoughts of the kiss she had shared with Angela. It was unlike any kiss she'd ever had. Angela's lips were soft, and gentle as they graced her skin, fumbling against her mouth as Brennan met her with a gasp. Tender and delicate, as to not force herself and assert too much dominance, her kiss was humble. The aftermath of Angela's touch still radiated on her skin and lingered like mist across a lake. Brennan shivered as she recalled Angela's embrace, her hand cupping her cheek, her body pulled flush against Angela's own. It was then that Brennan realized that she had subconsciously been wrapping her arms around her waist, as if it were Angela she was holding.
She desired to speak to the artist, but ever since she pinpointed the location of the victim's murder, she had hidden away in her office, doors locked, and the curtains drawn. As she finished cataloging injuries sustained to the body and it was determined that flesh would no longer be of use to their investigation, the remains were sent to Hodgins and Cam for cleaning. Brennan quickly wrapped up her work on the platform and made haste for her office, locking herself inside, and immediately pulling the curtains closed. Brennan dropped herself on her couch, her thumb and middle finger rubbing circles over her throbbing temple. She was hoping to alleviate her headache that had refused to concede with the ibuprofen tablets she'd taken 30 minutes prior. Brennan kicked off her shoes and reclined against the arm of her couch, closing her eyes. Perhaps she'd pay a visit to Angela tonight and settle things with her, let her know how she felt.
Angela meanwhile had been stuck at a crossroads. Her mind reeling with invasive thoughts of what Brennan assumed of her now as she paced the floor, balled up tissues overflowing from her waste bin and onto her carpet. It seemed an eternity had passed before her day ended. Angela quickly scurried out of the building, locking her office door. She knew Brennan would be staying later so she wouldn't have to worry about inadvertently encountering her. Her pace slowed to a traipse as a slight predicament hindered her advance. Brennan was standing in the Bone Room, leaning her back against the illuminated table. She held a clavicle and was staring up at the vast shelves that housed hundreds of buckets of skeletonized remains. Anxiety bubbled profusely in Angela's stomach and she briefly debated interrupting her, but refrained. Knowing Brennan, she could be in the middle of composing a potential scene that could help Angela immensely and speed up the investigation process. Angela turned to leave when she heard a familiar voice softly call for her.
"Angela? Could I speak with you?"
Angela kept her back to Brennan and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Dammit.
She paused for a while before turning toward the anthropologist and nodded her head.
Stepping into the Bone Room Angela immediately felt out of place; this space was reserved for scrutiny and analysis, somewhere she clearly didn't belong... Angela felt herself grow uneasy as she felt Brennan's piercing gaze on her.
"What do you need, Sweeー" Angela stopped herself, the pet name feeling so alien and inappropriate on her tongue,
"What do you need, Brennan?"
Brennan looked down at the clavicle in her hands,
"This isn't the victim's clavicle... I just needed to hold something." Brennan began. Angela shrugged. Brennan had to hold onto something in order to think to an acceptable capacity. A capacity based on her own standards anyway...
"Okay?" Angela's brow furrowed, she didn't know where the conversation was going at the moment, she leaned her hip against the table, looking down at the bone that Brennan held.
"We need to talk about what happened today..." Brennan spoke finally, her words tumbling out of her mouth like she had been itching to say them, and had been rehearsing for the past eight hours.
Angela felt a knot rise in her throat, and she swallowed hard. Unable to conjure up a coherent sentence, she gestured to the door with her thumb and fumbled as she tried to express that she had something she was running late for. Brennan seemed to understand and nodded her head,
"Could we talk about it tonight, Ange? Please?" She finally queried, looking up from her hands.
Angela marinated in Brennan's request and the silence that followed was deafening until Angela finally answered.
"Sure. My place. That okay? We can have some wine, and make it a girl's night."
Brennan nodded again, setting the clavicle down on the table.
Angela turned to leave when Brennan called,
"I'll see you tonight then."
Angela paced across the floor of her apartment, tidying up the space before Brennan arrived. Her mind couldn't seem to fully grasp Brennan's words. It was either that, or it didn't want to. Initially, she had planned to drown her memories of today in a bottle of Merlot. Of course, this would mean losing the particular sensation of Brennan's touch and the embrace of her lips against her own. Angela grimaced at the embarrassment that sent icy needles down her spine as she poured herself a half-hearted glass. If she had to compromise that kiss for the amount of shame that probed incessantly at her mind, so be it. Listlessly swirling the wine in the glass, she couldn't stop herself from envisioning how the past ten hours would've gone had the situation worked in her favor. Angela sighed heavily. Always the dreamer.
A soft knock at Angela's door drew her from her couch. Setting her wine glass down, she approached her door, mentally readying herself to face Brennan. She had already finished her first glass-and-a-half, and was starting to bristle with euphoria. Angela pulled open the door, and standing in the doorway was her favorite radiant forensic anthropologist. She had fixed her hair since Angela had last seen her, she still wore it in a neat bun, but she looked much more maintained. She was still in her work clothes, the black pencil skirt and white blouse. Angela stepped aside, allowing Brennan into her apartment, scurrying off to her kitchen to pour her a glass of wine, topping her own glass off for good measure. Brennan set down her work bag, draping her coat over the back of one of Angela's armchairs as her friend returned from the kitchen, placing the glass in her hand.
"Thank you, Angela." Was all that Brennan had the capacity to say as Angela took a seat next to her on the couch.
The night drew on at an agonizing pace, and as the contents of the wine bottle slowly diminished, the sound of laughter seemed to correspond accordingly.
"Angela..." Brennan finally asked, catching her breath as Angela took another sip of wine, setting her glass down on the coffee table.
"What do you need, Sweetie? More wine?" Angela asked, her words beginning to blend together. As someone who held her alcohol very well, Brennan's mind was clear, mostly; and her objective was a simple one. Brennan declined and moved closer to Angela on the couch.
"We do need to address what happened today..." She murmured quietly. Angela pouted,
"Awh, c'mon Bren, can't we discuss this after like... Two more?" Angela giggled coyly, picking up her glass. Brennan slowly pried the wine glass from her friend's hand and set it down on the coffee table, out of her reach. A slightly drunken Angela sighed, knowing it had to be sooner or later.
"What do you wanna know?" Angela asked, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand.
"I have many questions, the first of which; is why?" Brennan looked up and met Angela's gaze. Angela thought about this for a moment, wishing she had taken another sip of her wine. She finally shrugged and responded with a slight hint of resistance.
"I dunno, Bren. It may have had something to do with the dream I've been having for the past week."
Brennan stared blankly at her best friend,
"Dreams are nothing more than the restlessness of our subconscious, allowing ourselves to conjure anything within the confines of our own imagination. I don't see how that could possibly have an influence on your behavior towards me. Perhaps that is because dreams take more of a psychological effect, but I'm not usually one to be beguiled by such concepts..." Brennan justified,
"Okay, I only understood like... half of that, so I'm gonna answer what I can as bluntly as I can. I don't want to have to deal with details right now. I've been having wet dreams about you Bren..."
Brennan felt herself grow warm.
"Like... kinky, dominatrix dreams. They're hot. You're hot. I needed sex. You just happened to be the subject of them. Doesn't necessarily mean anything, not to you at least. I know you don't believe in that psychology shit people read into." Angela was rambling now, throwing her hands around as she talked. Brennan noticed that she had a tendency to do that.
"But those dreams mean a lot to me. You mean a lot to me."
There was no denying that Brennan was an extremely attractive woman, and Angela often found herself intimidated, not only by her appearance, but the way she presented herself. The way she could walk into a room and have the entire world stop spinning for a moment to adjust and compensate for the phenomenon that was Temperance Brennan.
Angela quickly reached for her wine glass, to sate her emotions in the last of her drink, but Brennan's reflexes were faster. She quickly snatched the glass and held it out of Angela's reach.
"Bren, c'mon..." Angela pouted,
"Ange, you've had a little too much. And we have work to do tomorrow..." Brennan replied calmly, bracing her leg against Angela's stomach.
"Pleaaassseee?" Angela pleaded, climbing onto Brennan to reach for her glass. Brennan did her best to hold off her drunken friend, and quickly finished off the remainder in both glasses. Angela gaped as the last of the Merlot disappeared from her glass, and she collapsed in defeat on top of Brennan's chest.
Brennan's body began to tingle with the added effects of her and Angela's drink. She felt Angela's breath against her skin and immediately felt arousal pool in her stomach. She set down the wine glasses, and allowed a stocking clad foot to ease up Angela's bare thigh.
Angela gasped slightly at the contact and rolled her hips, feeling her underwear dampen. She looked up at Brennan who gazed back at her with an arrogant smirk.
"Y'know, Ange..." Brennan whispered huskily, tilting Angela's chin toward her. "You're cute when you beg."
Their lips collided in an explosion of alcohol-induced desire, their bodies pushing against one another as Angela straddled Brennan's hips. Brennan knew this was wrong, but in the moment she couldn't stop herself, never had she desired sex more than she had in this moment. Her teeth snatched Angela's lower lip, drawing it into her own mouth.
Angela gasped and Brennan seized the moment to slip her tongue between Angela's parted lips. Angela fought back a moan as Brennan's lips moved to grace her jawline. Once. Twice.
"Perhaps..." Brennan purred in between kisses as her lips traveled toward Angela's ear, "I'll make you beg some more..." Brennan chuckled, taking Angela's earlobe between her teeth.
Angela whimpered softly as Brennan's lips maneuvered behind her ear, sucking lightly on the spot Brennan knew drove her crazy. Angela tentatively reached for Brennan's shirt when she suddenly paused, to admonish herself for her loss of dedication. Ultimately deciding she didn't care, she gave a half-hearted shrug and murmured,
"Fuck celibacy..."
Angela's fingers worked quickly to unclasp the buttons on Brennan's blouse as she felt a familiar touch undo the zipper on the back of her dress. Angela stood up slowly to undo the rest of the zipper and let her dress pool in a silken heap upon the floor.
Brennan gaped at the sight before her; her gaze was met with a body so familiar, yet so foreign to her. Her fingers itched to reach out and pleasure themselves upon Angela's lavish skin gleaming softly in the mellow light. Round, voluptuous breasts withheld by a black bra adorned with lace threatened to spill out of their confines, and oh how Brennan desired that. Her azure irises darkened, hazed with lust. She stood, and laid a gentle hand on the small of Angela's back and drew her closer, her lips finding the tender skin of Angela's neck and promptly pleasuring the spot she knew Angela loved.
Angela angled her head to give Brennan better access and let out a soft moan.
Brennan shoved Angela against the wall, slipping her knee between Angela's thighs propping her legs open. Her fingers grasped Angela's chin and held her face still, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she demanded,
"Bed. Now."
Angela could only whimper in reply, leading them into her bedroom.
Brennan took a seat on the edge of the bed, a beckoning finger drawing Angela toward her. She laid a hand on Angela's sculpted rear and pushed her body towards her open lap, propping Angela's legs open with her thigh.
Angela rolled her hips against Brennan's, her hand gripping Brennan's shoulder, the other tangling itself in her own hair.
"Shit..." Brennan muttered against Angela's collar, thoroughly enjoying the stimulation from Angela's hips. Brennan's lips trailed down, peppering the plunge between her full breasts with soft kisses, as her hands slipped up Angela's side to unclasp her bra.
Angela gasped as her fingers worked to pull off Brennan's shirt. Brennan tried to contain a look of inebriated excitement as her hands trailed across Angela's bare skin. Brennan snatched the fabric between the two padded cups in her teeth and swiftly pulled the garment off of Angela's body. The artist's bare chest was now Brennan's to admire, and she couldn't help herself but to analyze Angela's well-maintained figure.
Everything could always be traced back to science for Brennan, and sex was no different. The gentle curvature of Angela's waist, hips, and back, her bone structure and natural procession of her body could only be described as ethereal. Truly, in her most vulnerable state, Angela was beautiful.
Her hands immediately cupped Angela's breasts, rolling a peaked nipple between her thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft sigh of pleasure from Angela's lips.
Angela's nails gripped Brennan's shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indents in the anthropologist's skin.
In one fluid movement, Brennan stood, spun Angela to face her, and pushed her body flat against the bed. She undid the zipper on the back of her skirt and let it fall to the floor along with her shirt.
Angela watched in ardent agony as Brennan shook out her hair, letting it fall in loose ringlets over her shoulders, their eyes meeting as Brennan straddled her hips. She reached for Brennan's bra strap, but her wrist was snatched and pinned down beside her. Angela struggled feebly, as she could feel herself getting wetter by the second, but almost immediately conceded, knowing full well that Brennan was stronger than her.
Keeping a firm hold on Angela's wrist, Brennan lowered her lips to the artist's neck, her kisses slowly moving toward Angela's chest. Brennan's mouth latched onto an exposed breast, her tongue circling around the tender, rose-colored bud.
"...Oh fuck, Sweetie...!" Angela hissed as Brennan's teeth softly bit down on her nipple, before soothing it with broad strokes of her tongue. She maintained an equal amount of stimulation with her fingers, gently pulling, rolling and massaging expertly.
Angela's free hand found itself tangled in Brennan's hair, pulling it back from her face, as Brennan nipped at the exposed skin of Angela's abdomen. Brennan slowly adjusted their position so that her leg was hooked over Angela's hip, and she was lying on her side. Angela's wrist was relinquished and Brennan's hand slipped down to tease her in between her thighs. Her thumb made slow circles on the sensitive skin of Angela's inner thigh, and Angela felt her core throb with need.
"Mm-Ah! Oh god, touch me, Bren..." Angela moaned.
Brennan raised her eyes to meet the pleading artist's gaze and her expressions darkened to a mischievous snarl.
"You'll have to beg for it."
Angela moaned in irritation of the withdrawal Brennan was causing her.
"Damn you..." Angela hissed between her teeth.
"Beg." Brennan demanded, and Angela knew that if she was to get what she wanted, she was going to have to beg for it.
Brennan was a woman of no exceptions, no arbitrary negotiation, her word was final, and until she heard Angela plead for release, she would continue her ministrations.
"P-please, Temperance," Brennan's indigo irises leveled with Angela's at the sound of her first name, "I want you."
"Where do you want me?" Brennan teased, delicately trailing across Angela's clit.
"Oh fuck-!" Angela's cry was muffled as she bit down on her lip, "I want-Ah!" she began, her trembling body slick with sweat, "I want you... Inside me. Fuck..! Brennan, please...!"
Brennan quirked a deviously shaped brow and allowed her fingers to wander beneath the confines of Angela's underwear, a single, manicured fingertip traced Angela's throbbing core, indulging in the soaking heat that gathered at the aperture of her thighs. Teasing.
"Dammit, Temperance. Please... I want it. I want you." Angela arched her body in desperation. Brennan, decidedly done with teasing, hooked her fingers into the hem of Angela's underwear and swiftly pulled them off her body and tossed them elsewhere. Brennan's fingers made slow circles over Angela's dripping heat, savoring her body's natural reactions before slipping two fingers inside her.
Angela let out a gasp that was quickly followed with a moan as Brennan curled her fingers, keeping a slow, gentle rhythm across her clit.
It was no surprise that Brennan excelled at pleasuring her partner. Excellence was merely arbitrary to Brennan, a quality that constituted her entirety. She maintained a slow, agonizing rhythm as her lips closed over Angela's breast.
An enthralled smirk ghosted across Angela's lips, it wasn't like Brennan to behave so irrationally without a copious amount of contemplation, she was acting on untamed sexual tension, and Angela loved it. A gasp left her parted lips, along with a wanton moan that sent arousal rippling down Brennan's spine. Her breathing was beginning to grow heavy with fatigue, but Brennan was determined to give Angela what she desired so much.
"Tell me how you want it, Ange." Brennan purred, her thumb circled patiently around her clit and her smile widened as Angela shivered at her touch.
"Just like that... Oh god, Sweetie...!" Angela whimpered as Brennan's lips found her jaw, nipping at her earlobe.
"I'd love to taste you..." Brennan ruminated aloud, withdrawing her fingers and licking them clean. Angela groaned at the loss of stimulation, but quickly found herself sated as Brennan moaned, savoring Angela's taste.
The anthropologist met the artist's sultry gaze as they came to the instantaneous realization that her desire was a feasible solution. Brennan's slender body slipped down between Angela's legs, nestling herself between her knees.
Angela's hand found its way into Brennan's russet curls, as Brennan left a fiery trail of kisses down from her hip, right to the junction between her thighs, making one broad sweep across her core with the flat of her tongue.
"...Shit!" Angela hissed, her back arching at the unfamiliar sensation as Brennan followed with another swipe. This time, catching Angela's clit with the tip of her tongue.
"Mm, Ange..." Brennan panted, sliding a finger inside Angela who stifled herself by biting down on her hand as Brennan began to move. Brennan took notice of this, and narrowed her eyes.
"Moan for me, Angela." Brennan demanded hoarsely, her tongue tracing over Angela's soaking layers as she added another finger. "I want to hear you scream when I make you come, do you understand?"
Angela tossed her head back and let a guttural moan leave her lips,
"Ohh, oh god... Yes...!"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, T-Temperance...!"
"Good girl."
Angela let out another involuntary moan as she felt herself near release.
"Fuck, I'm close... Ah! I'm gonna come... Faster, Sweetie." She pleaded, her grip tightening on Brennan's hair.
Brennan obeyed without having being told twice, and increased her pace, feeling Angela's hips working in tandem with her fingers. She moaned softly against Angela's clit, feeling Angela's inner muscles contract and release against her fingers.
"Come for me, Angela."
Brennan curled her fingers, her index finger brushing across the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside Angela as her thumb worked across her clit, sending Angela over the edge with a scream that she was longing to hear.
"Oh god, fuck... Temperance! Yes...! Yes! YES!"
Brennan felt herself flush with pride as she brought Angela down from her high,
"Good girl, Angie." Brennan whispered, bringing herself up to meet Angela's lips with her own.
Angela could taste the lingering remnants of herself on Brennan's tongue and held her close.
"Good girl."
Hey guys. It'd be a shame if this were all a dream ;)