Chapter Two: A Clock Struck Six and Angela Silly
When his alarm clock struck six, and his mind came out of the euphoria he thought he was imagining, the woman beside him slowly withdrew her arm from his chest and very violently threw his alarm clock in the general direction of the wall, and settled back to her slumber next to him.
He was, by now, fully awake and amused by her behavior.
"Y'know, Bones? I always thought that you were a morning person. But now, you have proven me wrong."
An incoherent mumble was his response.
So, he kissed her.
She groaned against his mouth and allowed her tongue to dance with his. Desires and lust took over the otherwise aware minds as bodies touched and reacted to each other.
Whispers of love and promises of devotion could be heard, interspersed with quiet laughter. They proceeded to put into action Booth's description of 'making love'….
Angela was having issues. Not only did she run out of art supplies at seven o'clock the previous evening, but her increased sex-drive was driving her insane. So, she got up at 5:30 in the morning and was at the lab by 6. She expected to find her best friend already hard at work.
Actually, she had hoped to find her best friend hard at work, so that she could drag her out to breakfast.
Brennan wasn't on the platform, so Angela put her stuff down in her office, and proceeded to Brennan's office. Once again, she did not locate her friend.
"Where in the hell is she?!" Angela's yell resonated in the lab.
"That was…." He started.
"That was, just, wow." She finished for him. "That was infinitely better than I thought it would be."
He just smiled at pulled her in for a kiss, loving the feeling of her body against his.
"So," she asked. "What do we do now?"
A/N: One more chapter after this! I know it was short, but this whole thing will make sense in the next chapter. I don't know when that will be uploaded, but please keep an eye out for it, and please review!