A/N: Porn with a little bit of plot, as a treat... Gay people amirite lol
No Strings Attached
"Sweetie," Angela said, walking into Brennan's office, her voice ever so shaky- not enough for anyone else to notice, but Brennan caught it. "Can we... Can we talk?"
Brennan looked up from her computer, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the evident distress in her friend's voice as Angela walked over to Brennan's office couch and sat. Her hands were resting on her lap and she stared at them for a few seconds sighing as she motioned for Brennan to join. As she sat next to her best friend, Brennan noticed the tears that were coating her friend's cheeks.
"Angela, is everything alright?" She asked, tilting her head to get a better look at her friend, her voice dripping with worry.
"Yeah," she stared, before shaking her head and sniffling a little bit, "Well, no, I'm not... It's just- Roxie broke up with me," she said, wiping her eyes with the tissue Brennan hadn't noticed she'd been holding in her hand, "She said she needed someone who doesn't just live in the moment," she shook her head, "I just- I don't know what to do."
Brennan scooted a little bit closer to Angela, wrapping her arm around her friend as she rested her head on hers, "I- I'm not very good with breakups, Ange," Brennan awkwardly said, as Angela rested her head on her shoulder, "I usually find that I like to spend time on my own after terminating a relationship," she said, grabbing Angela's hand in hers, "But you and I have always been incredibly different in our approaches to these things."
"Yeah," Angela said, raising her head to look Brennan in the eye. The two stared at each other, unsure what to say for a while- she'd never been really good at giving emotional advice, anyway. Sometimes sitting in comfortable silence was enough. Angela smiled at her, before leaning in and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Something shifted- the atmosphere felt heavier, and suddenly, Angela wasn't crying anymore. Her eyes darted between Brennan's eyes and her lips, causing Brennan to start feeling overly conscious of the tension between them. Brennan was the first to break eye contact as she looked down on her lap, her heart rate seemingly more elevated than necessary.
That's odd, she thought, swallowing a non existant lump in her throat.
"Sweetie, you know," Angela said, lifting Brennan's chin up with her finger and smirking, "I've heard that the best way to get over someone is..." she trailed off, her face inching closer to Brennan's, "To get under someone else," she said in a near whisper. "And I think I know the best person to give me that," she bit her lip.
"Oh..." Brennan breathed out, the heat rising to her cheeks as she imagined Angela doing unspeakable things to her, right there in her office. She licked her lips, suddenly feeling seductive as she realized Angela was staring once again, "Are- are you sure about that, Ange?" Brennan asked, now sounding oddly vulnerable, "I wouldn't want to-"
"Sweetie, it's just sex," Angela whispered against Brennan's lips, raising an eyebrow, "Besides, you're the one who's always flaunting the benefits of satisfying your biological urges every once in a while. Rushes of oxytocin and whatnot," she whispered seductively, her lips lightly brushing Brennan's, who hesitantly brought her hands to cup Angela's face. The latter leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. Angela's tongue swiped at her bottom lip, and Brennan parted her lips, letting out a soft moan. After a few seconds, Angela grabbed the collar of Brennan's blouse, pulling her closer.
Before Brennan could even begin to process what was happening, Angela pushed Brennan's back against the couch, hooking up a leg over Brennan's waist as she straddled her, rubbing herself against her. Brennan whined in protest as Angela's mouth detached from hers, her mouth trailing down her neck, letting her hands travel down to her hips as Brennan ran her hands through Angela's hair, softly tousling it, before letting it fall to Angela's hips, gripping them as if her life depended on them.
"Ange," Brennan breathed out as Angela started sucking on a particularly sensitive spot on Brennan's neck, "Mhh," she let out, throwing her head back as Angela's hands started undoing the buttons of her shirt, before sliding it off her shoulders in one smooth glide, "Ange," she gasped, despite the waves of arousal that were coursing through her, "We- we don't have a lot of time," she squirmed against her, feeling the rush of air against her skin.
"Shh," Angela whispered against her neck, as she abandoned Brennan's half-open blouse to focus on undoing the buttons of her jeans. She slid her hand inside Brennan's underwear, two of her fingers teasing her clit, before sliding up and down, coating her in her own juices. Brennan once again threw her head back as Angela slid one, then two fingers inside of her while the pad of her hand stroked her clit. Her legs spread unconsciously, still bracketed by Angela's, and her hips bucked wildly, the heat rushing through her entire body as she tried to get her breathing under control.
"Fuck," she cursed as Angela's mouth applied more pressure against her neck, "God," she said, feeling herself being deliciously stretched as Angela inserted a third finger inside of her. Her moans got involuntarily louder as a fire spread through her chest, her nipples straining against the bra she wished Angela had taken off. She tried to keep her voice down, not wanting anyone to walk in on their activities- as arousing as the thrill of possibly being caught was, intercourse in her office in the middle of the day probably wasn't going to be the best idea. As she felt the heat build inside of her, her left hand left Angela's hips as she palmed her own breast, drawing circles and teasing herself through her bra, the touch sending shivers down her spine. Her head started to spin, every single coherent thought leaving her mind as she bit her lower lip.
"Ange..." She panted, her breathing getting more uneven as her mind went fuzzy, "Don't let me scream," she said, feeling the tension building up as she reached her breaking point. Angela placed her lips on hers, muffling any moans as she went liquid against Angela's fingers. Brennan's free hand grabbed Angela's wrist as she came around her.
"Well," she said as Angela slid out of her, her breathing uneven as she tried to regain her composure, slowly rebuttoning her blouse and adjusting her pants, "That was very satisfactory," she said, smiling at a satisfied Angela, who only smirked at her in return.