68. Rant
Arriving at Brennan's apartment door, Angela froze, her hand hovering in midair. Intending to drag her best friend out for lunch and pry all the information from the anthropologist on her steamy go-around with Booth, the artist was startled by the noises coming from behind the closed door.
"Temperance Brennan, get your ass to this door, right now!"
She was still pounding on the door when Brennan flung it open, eyes shining and wide, body heaving under the robe she wore, hair mused and cheeks flushed red.
"Angela? What are you doing here?"
"I was going to take you to lunch, but clearly you're a little busy! Bren, what the hell are you doing?"
"I was engaging in a very enjoyable round of intercourse."
"What happened between you and Booth? How can you so easily sleep with someone else after sleeping with your partner— who can I point out you're in love with!? You were so happy, Brennan, I mean I didn't expect the two of you to jump headfirst into a relationship because let's face it, it's you and Booth, but I thought you'd at least try!"
"Angela—" Brennan smiled widely, interrupting her best friend's rant.
"No, why the hell are you smiling?!"
"Hey, Angela."
She startled, eyes wide as she turned to Booth standing in Brennan's bedroom doorway, a pillow clutched in front of him.
"Okay, you both just forget everything I just said, and get back to dancing the horizontal mambo—"
At their grins, her eyes widened further.
"—or in whatever position you were in. Bren, sweetie, I will call you later, but don't you dare answer if you're busy with Studly."
"Bye, Angela."
"Take care of her, Booth, or I will kick your ass."
With that she turned, flying down the hallway to the elevator, the biggest grin on her face.