The Face with Two Skeletons

By: Tropicwhale

Disclaimer: So not mine

Author Talk: Hello, my cashews. Here in lies not so much a filler chapter but an interlude…it does contains the continuation/beginning? of a interesting little subplot and my first ever attempt at a straight couple in bed. No, they don't have sex but they do cuddle. I didn't like the idea of having two chapters of Zeeley sex in a row and there's this idea that sort of has to occur in order to catalysis certain events and, you'll see. Just read, enjoy and realize it really is all about Zack and Booth. Also? 100 hundred reviews? I've a hundred reviews for a single story…that's a record….and so neat. Thank you. Without your support I don't think this story would have made it this far.

Chapter Thirty Four

Hodgins stretched and twisted, inhaling the slightly floral scent of Angela's pillow. Fabric softener. One of the greatest inventions given to men who spent nights in their girlfriends' bed. Angela always sort of smelt like that vague floral scent underneath whatever sexy perfume she was wearing but above the natural musk of her skin, somewhere on the same level as her shampoo, conditioner and soap. Grapefruit. That was the scent of her shampoo and conditioner and her soap was lavender which fed into the vague floral of her clean, fabric softener clothes. Hodgins loved that scent. He loved how it sort of layered. Like Angela. It was a palpable scent he could cuddle with his nose. Inhaled it into his lungs and let that palpability sink into the rest of his body. It left him feeling not arousal or contentment but happy. A mixture of all the good feelings he was capable of feeling…that was Angela's scent. He snuggled under the covers and stretched a little more until his hand encountered the soft line of Angela's skin. He let his hand explore that stretch of skin that was exposed by Angela's rucked up sleep tee shirt and her lacy panties. He allowed himself to scoot closer to her sleeping body, turned away from him and toward the window, burying his nose in her grapefruit scented hair, shift his leg against the line formed by her legs laying on top of one another, and settled to go back to sleep. She shifted into him, her butt brushing his groin so sleep was off the menu but sex was suddenly on it. He hummed contentedly and she arched into his chest a little. "Hey." She said in a sexy, sleep-slurred voice.

"Hey back." Jack said softly. She shifted in his arms so that they could face each other. "What time is it?"

"Seven something." She purred. "Early."

"Early enough." he could be debonair if he wanted to.

"Mm." Angela let her eyes roam down Jack's body to his boxers and back up to his eyes. Jack just laid there and let her.

"What are you thinking?" He asked and pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. Angela smiled her mischievous smile. Jack liked that smiled but then he like all her smiles.

"Particulates." She said. Jack laughed.

"Particulates?" He asked, surprised. She nodded.

"Yup."

"Why?"

"Oh come on! A hot chick admits to thinking about your area of expertise and all you can say is 'why'?"

"Well, yeah. I'm a scientist. I've a curious mind." Angela blinked at him.

"Wow. That was wrong on so many levels."

"I can think of a level where it's right."

"You are a sad, strange, little man." Angela quoted and rolled back over, laughing.

"I'm not sad." Hodgins cuddled up to her back. "Feel"

"Ah!" she laughed.

"Come on. No down and dirty morning sex before work? Guaranteed to put a smile on your face for the rest of the day...or at least until lunch."

"Oh good lord. Jack!"

"You? Turning down sex?" Angela turned back to face him.

"Hey, I'm not all about sex." Jack snorted. Angela was so about sex. "I'm not. You're more about sex than I am."

"Oh please."

"Where you or where you not the person that figured out that Booth was sleeping with Cam before anyone else?"

"That was just being observant."

"That was using your sex radar."

"My sex radar?" Hodgins asked. There was no such thing.

"Yup. You're far too nosy for your own good. You go looking for sex. Sex just sort of finds me."

"I've a nosy sex radar?" Hodgins was confused and amused to this turn in the conversation.

"Yup. I'm surprised you haven't figured out who Booth is sleeping with lately."

"He's been sleeping with someone?"Oo, Hodgins was intrigued.

"Yup."

"That's weird. How can you tell?"

"He's been jittery lately. Haven't you noticed that he always gets nervous whenever he has sex?"

"Catholic guilt." Hodgins says wisely.

"Big time."

"That's weird."

"You said that."

"Yeah. It's just….lately, he's been jittery about Zack and that's just-" Hodgins froze when he noticed the look on Angela's face. "You think Booth is sleeping with Zack?" Jack sat up. There was a split second of admiring Angela laying prone against her pillow looking up at him and then the disgust of Zack sleeping with Booth sunk in. "No. No way. Egugh." That was so gross. Angela raised her eyebrow but continued to lounge against the pillow.

"You work with bugs, grime and excrement and gay sex is what grosses you out?" She asked.

"Well…" Hodgins thought about it. It deserved thought. "No. I'm grossed out by the fact my girlfriend thinks my best friend would even like a guy like Booth."

"He liked a guy that was a sleazy married lawyer." she pointed out. "Compared to him Booth is a god." She grinned a sexy grin. "A sex god." Hodgins could see her point but couldn't get past his gag reflect of the thought of Zack and Booth sleeping together. It weirded him out.

"Yeah but Booth's straight."

"He invited Zack into his home when you kicked him out."

"Temporarily. I'm rebuilding the garage and the security system. It takes time and Zack wouldn't…ew. Zack could do so much better." Hodgins' mouth suddenly tasted like grimy copper. Yuck.

"He could have stayed here. The couch folds out into a bed." Hodgins looked down at Angela. She was a little angry with him. What did he do?

"I didn't see you offering. Besides, sexual healing. We would have kept him up all night." Angela glared and in a flash was out of bed and getting dressed from her closet.

"That was a really lame excuse, Jack." She pulled a blouse over her head and turned to glare at him, hands on hips, silk shirt clinging in all the right places, long tan legs flowing out of those tiny, cute, pink panties. Hodgins shifted and resisted the urge to adjust himself while he was having a fight. "You were pissed off that he wasn't just the geeky little loser that you had slotted him for. You just took him for face value. And for the record? I never said that I thought he was having sex with Booth. You came to that conclusion on your own." She turned around and pulled a skirt from her closet. Hodgins swore she said "Although, if Booth would be lucky if they were."

"What?" Hodgins' morning wood said 'so-long' for oh, about a week. "Booth would be lucky?" Angela turned and put on her skirt.

"Well, yeah. Zack's sweet. It has to translate to the bedroom."

"Hello? We are still talking about the guy that bugged Booth and me about improving his sexual performance for like a year straight, right?" Angela gave Jack a look that questioned his intelligence. There was a sad, strangle little part of Hodgins that had him a little turned on by that look, even in the middle of a fight.

"I doubt Naomi from Paleontology's word. Have you seen her? She's a real dog. I doubt she had much to compare it to plus…she's been dating the overnight shipping girl, Toni." Hodgins' jaw dropped. "I doubt anything Zack could have done in bed would have please her."

"How did you know that?"

"Gossip…also, I saw them making out at a club I was at with a few friends."

"What club?" Angela shook her head at the gleam in Jack's eyes.

"A gay club. I went with a few gal pals of mine. Lesbians are a lot less pushy then most straight men. We go when we just want to have a little fun." Hodgins' mind stuttered to a stop with Angela making out with various women. Angela snapped him out of it by throwing his pants in his face. "Come on, get dressed, you idiot." Hodgins grinned up at her; interest in his pants growing high. She caught the look in his eye and threw a shirt at him. Needless to say, they were late to work that morning. Car trouble, as Cam understood it.

Author After Talk: Yeah. I did. Next chapter is Zeeley sex, my little cashews. A little gratuitous but well, are you going to complain? Besides, this chapter plus the next five chapters is a sort fluffy bit. A high point before I push you off the cliff of this story. I may give you a parachute but then I may just laugh as you fall to your doom and write a Zeeley sex scene on your corpse to mock your spirit with the end of this story. I'm cruel like that. See ya, my little cashews...off to write about sex again.

Tropicwhale