A/N: It took me forever to try and work out what word I was going to use for this one and to be entirely honest I was completely dreading writing it. I'd like to apologize once again for not updating as often as I should but school and work come first. I'll probably update once or twice a week depending on how lucky I get. Thanks to everyone of my followers for being so patient with me and for not breaking down my door demanding for fics. I decided on Game just because it seemed like a fun concept and I can so see this happening if Angela ever threw a birthday party. Anyway hope you all enjoy, I don't own Bones but I really wish I did. If you like what you see, please don't be shy and review! I apologize for it being so short too.
"Alright people!" A very drunk Angela cried out, clapping her hands loudly and almost tripping over the couch in the process as she stepped forward. Capturing the attention of the other occupants seated around her, the artist turned down the booming music, a sly smile spreading across her face.
It was Angela's birthday and the overly eager artist had invited all the squints around for a drink or two at Hodgins' house. Unfortunately, the brunette had gone too overboard by forcing most of them to drink and everybody by this point was more than off their faces.
"We're going to play a game!" Angela squealed in excitement, watching the other occupants of the couch either frown or share her excitement.
"A game? You've got to be kidding Ange. This isn't a kids party." Booth replied with a shake of his head, leaning further back into the couch and sighing.
"Come on Seeley, lighten up a little!" Cam chastised with a goofy smile, slapping the agent playfully on the arm. "Don't listen to him Angela, keep going."
"As I was saying." Angela started with a grin, looking over at the other squints. "We're going to play a game, seven minutes in heaven."
Seeley groaned and rolled his eyes resting his head in his hands, prompting the anthropologist on the other side of him to gaze inquisitively at Angela.
"I don't know what that means."
"Sweetie… It's a game where I spin a bottle." Angela prompted, pointing down to one of the many empty beer bottles scattered on the floor and picking one up, resting it on the glass coffee table. "So then I spin the bottle and it lands on someone, then I spin it again and it lands on a second person. Those two people have to go into a small confined area and they kiss or things become more heated but they can only stay in there for seven minutes."
"Oh I understand, it sounds like a very interesting game based on chance." Brennan piped up with a grin, causing everyone in the room to roll their eyes.
"Ah-huh. Whatever you say sweetie. So let's get started!" Angela cried happily, placing the bottle on the table and spinning it softly before plopping down on the couch next to her husband. The bottle continued to spin, each person waiting in anticipation of who was going to be chosen.
The beer bottle finally came to a holt, the thin end pointing towards Hodgins and Angela grinned at her husband, everybody letting out a small 'oooh' noise.
"I wonder who's going to be lucky enough to be with me." Hodgins exclaimed jokingly, causing a look of disapproval from Angela before the bottle was spun again.
Soon enough the bottle stopped, unfortunately for them the thin end landed on Booth who's eyes widened before glancing back to Hodgins, both their faces mirroring each other's shock.
"No way, no way am I getting in the closet with bug man over there." Booth hissed, leaning forward and scowling. "No! No just no!"
Angela and Cam were in a fit of laughter by this point, unable to hold it back while Brennan frowned, obviously confused by the simple concept of the game.
"I am not going in there with Booth, we have to do a redo!" Hodgins cried, obviously horrified. As the laughter died down Angela holding her chest while regaining her breath smiled.
"Alright fine, we'll do a redo." Angela moved to reach towards the bottle again but was interrupted by the curious anthropologist.
"Why do they have to have a redo? Isn't it part of the rules to go into the closet no matter what the choice is based on? Otherwise that's cheating an-"
"Sweetie, it's alright. Let's just do a redo." Angela stopped her friend from going any further into her little speech, receiving relieved glances from both Hodgins and Booth.
The bottle spun twice, this time landing on Booth and Brennan the pair receiving wolf whistles and excited squeals from everyone.
"Alright you two up you get! Get in that closet now!" Angela cried, jumping up from the couch and pointing towards the closet with an excited smile.
Brennan stood up awkwardly feeling a blush rise up on her face while Booth sighed and shook his head glancing back at the rest of the squints before looking back at the anthropologist noticing she was as uncomfortable as he was.
"Come on Seeley, don't be a chicken."
"Live a little man."
Booth turned to Brennan, noticing her wide cerulean eyes she was obviously uncertain, the agent stepped past her, grabbing her hand in the process and dragging her towards the closet.
"Come on Bones, we might as well do this now otherwise Angela will keep pressuring us and going on about it all night." Seeley exclaimed with a deep sigh, shaking his head as he opened the door to the closet and closed it behind Brennan.
The agent couldn't help but gulp, suddenly realising how much of a bad idea this had been. Temperance was suddenly too close for comfort in the small, stuffy closet the sounds of their breathing and frantic heartbeats the only noise.
"So maybe we should do something?" Brennan questioned, breaking the silence.
"Why? We don't have to and you obviously looked uncomfortable Bones."
"I do admit that yes I felt uncomfortable being in such a confined area with my partner who is quite attractive I believe we should adhere to the games' rules. Also I would like to try this game since I have never played it before." Temperance explained matter of factly, gulping at the end of her sentence.
Booth sighed, deciding to will away all his pride, his head screaming for him to do something and quickly before everything turned too awkward. The thing that caught his surprise was that she was willing to do such a thing.
The pair both leaned in closer, each of them uneasy as they closed the distance. Their lips met in a soft kiss at first but it soon grew to become something more intense and passionate. The agent's hands moved up to cup her face, drawing the anthropologist further into the kiss.
Brennan groaned against their joint lips, a sudden rush of heat flooding down to her core, her jaw nudging Booth's mouth open eagerly, tongue duelling for dominance in each other's mouths. The anthropologist's hands moved to rest around Booth's lower back, rubbing in circles while his hands cupped the back of her neck.
Booth moved closer, causing Brennan to take a step backwards their lips parting as she released a gasp of shock when her back hit the wall. Their breathing was heavier by this point, her blue delving into his darkened brown eyes and in that sudden glance they both knew that they wanted this.
Their lips met again with a renowned vigour, his hand moving down to grip her thigh and pulling it around his hip giving her permission to grind against him. The agent's lips diverted suddenly, peppering kisses softly against her jaw before moving down to leave marks along her pale, delicate skin like he had done in his dreams so many times before.
Her soft groan confirmed her suspicions that she wanted this too, her core continuously rubbing up against him.
"Booth… Booth." She moaned, eyes half lidded and mouth ajar, letting out breathy gasps.
Booth pulled her closer, his lips moving down to the swell of her breasts which were evident through the low v-neck blouse she was wearing. Her hands snaked into his hair, nails digging into the skin as she rocked against him knowing that she was close.
The agent moved a hand to scoop a breast out from its confines, his lips opening to suckle a nipple into his mouth, teasing the nub to a further hardness.
Her silent cries were becoming more desperate now, the heat raising up and pooling around her body as she suddenly came. Temperance rested against his body with a slight sigh as he adjusted her blouse just in time as the doorknob jiggled and they were met with the sight of a beaming artist.
"So did you guys have fun?" she questioned with an all knowing smile.
A/N: So what did you all think? Love it? Hate it? Please review and let me know. Sorry for it being so short! Any suggestions for H? I know there's some obvious ones out there! I need suggestions people! Please! Be creative! The next fic I'm going to update is That Little Black Dress