Chapter 3

My rubber gloves snapped against my skin as I put them on, preparing my examination. I closed my eyes as images of last night shot through my thoughts and I tried to ignore them, bending over the skeleton. I had been walking with those images ever since I left Angela's apartment. I hadn't seen her yet today, she probably stayed home. Maybe I'd hurt here a little bit. I sighed as I didn't process anything I saw and snatched my gloves from my hands, dumping them on the desk with the computer and storming from the platform into my office. I just couldn't stop thinking about it. It was like something taped to my eyelids. I sat at my couch, closing my eyes. I directly saw Angela in front of me, could almost feel her lips touch me, feel her hands sliding over my sides.

I squeezed my eyes shut more to ignore them, but I couldn't. I had never even thought of wanting this. Well, not seriously. Of course, sometimes, I had looked at her beautiful figure. Sometimes I had imagines kissing her wonderful lips. But I never expected her to feel this. But she had started it and even though she had been drunk, I knew she liked it. Because of how disappointed she was this morning. I felt tears build up in my eyes when I thought about her little kiss and about how much I had liked it. Why was I being so difficult? I bit my lip. I knew why. Because it had been Angela. She was my best friend. And she was a woman. This had been my first time with a woman. I couldn't believe it. My hands balled to fists as I saw the images filling my mind once again but then jumped up, trying to ignore them and ban them out of my head.

A short knock on the door broke the unusual silence. I waited and heard sound inside, a small bump, and then the door opened. Angela blinked and looked at me.

"Brennan, Sweetie," she said, stepping back and letting me in. I smiled a little and stepped inside, waiting for Angela to close the door.

"Are you okay? I didn't see you at work," I whispered. She nodded.

"Yes, but I thought it might be better if I didn't show up today. I needed to think anyway," she said and turned around.

"Do you want something to drink?" She asked. I nodded silently and sat at her couch. She returned with two glasses of soda and placed one in front of me and held the other one.

"How are you sweetie?" She asked me.

"Well I'm confused Angela," I told her truthfully. She looked at me. Then she nodded.

"Yes. Me too," she whispered. I tried to smile. It went silent for a while as we both thought about what happened. Images flooding my mind again, I got distracted when I felt her arm slightly touching mine. I knew, rationally, I should not be like this. I knew that if this was a man there would be no problem at all. Even If it was Booth. I closed my eyes. No, I couldn't think about Booth here. I knew, as people always said, my heart said to just do something about it, no thinking, just doing. But my heart couldn't talk so why would I listen to it?

"I know why you are upset," Angela said out of the sudden. She looked at me from the side and I looked back, confused.

"Yes, I do," she continued. "You are upset because you liked it. I can see it in your eyes sweetie. But it must be so weird for you, having liked that. Because you are not used to feeling such stuff for other woman." I blinked. She got that exactly right.

"So, what should I do?" I asked. She sighed.

"I can't possibly tell you, sweetie," she said, staring into the distance again. I sighed, too.

"I did like it." Her head snatched back, hope visible in her eyes, even though it was a myth feelings could be seen in the eyes, I could clearly see it there. For the first time.

"But you are right. It feels weird," I said. She was staring at me.

"Yes. But it's always weird, feeling like this for the first time. I had that too. It's weird because you don't expect it." I closed my eyes, feeling I was being distracted by hers.

She was right. I would probably get over it. And all I wanted was feel her lips again, and feel her hands again. All I wanted was touch her. And we would be able to watch what happened next. Maybe I should just pretend my heart had something like a mouth. And maybe I should pretend to listen to it. I opened my eyes carefully.

"I never do this," I began, and saw her face fell. I realised my words could be explained in two ways.

"But I think I might listen to what my heart is telling me," I whispered. I slowly bend forward and touched my lips with hers. At first she was hesitant, but then she responded. She laid both her hands on my cheeks and stroke my hair out of my face. I hadn't expected that, really. She inched away from me, looking into my eyes still her hands on my cheeks. Her lips softly touched my lower lip and I arched into the tiny touch, my lips parting and feeling her tongue go inside. They played for a while. I enjoyed the feeling of her hands against my face, her tongue playing with mine. I knew it was all new, because we hadn't any alcohol in us. But it felt better. She didn't do anything else, trying to be slow with me. I was glad she did, because I didn't really know what to do any further. I didn't want this to go too fast even though I enjoyed thinking of something like yesterday happening again, I knew it was too soon for me, and I would get confused again. Maybe Angela felt the same way. She pulled back and looked at me with a smile.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" she asked. I nodded. She stood up, walking to her TV and fishing a DVD out of the drawer under it, putting it on, and returning. For the rest of the evening, we only watched the movie, sitting against each other on the couch. I didn't leave too late. But I felt great. I enjoyed this, but I would enjoy lots more. But I was sure I need this night to think about it. I was glad Angela noticed. I had been too confused and I had just made up my mind.