Angela/Brennan Femslash Fic
Ok, so this is my first fanfic. I really wanted Brengela fanfic, and couldn't get enough. So I ended up writing my own. This the what I have so far. Comments are always appreciated!! Thanks! And of course, ENJOY!
Title: Jane Doe
Author: Kit
Pairings: Brennan/Angela femslash
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to Bones. Fox owns everything good in the world.
Spoilers: This takes place during the "Headless Witch in the Woods" case in season two.
Brennan and Angela found themselves in front of a menagerie of shot glasses. This wasn't the usual way Brennan dealt with pain, but tonight she just needed to escape. She really knew how to pick them. It seemed like every guy she was interested in turned out to be a loser, cheater, or murderer. Tonight her choice had been the latter. He had been an attractive firefighter. They came from the same background, she was totally smitten with him. But tonight Brennan found out there's no better way to ruin a dinner, than for Booth to interrupt and arrest her date for the murder of his brother.
It was a combination of kissing a murderer and the recent discovery of Booth and Cam's secret relationship that landed Brennan on the bar stool. She and Angela had gone to the bar after work to have a drink. A drink quickly turned into a few which then turned in to one-to-many.
Angela hailed a cab and the two arrived at Brennan's apartment a half hour later. Brennan sat on the couch across from her best friend. As much as she tried to hold back the alcohol began to force her to talk. It was one of her biggest faults. The woman couldn't hold her alcohol. She couldn't help it. She was so used to bottling everything up, when given the chance to vent it was hard for her to hold back.
Before she knew it she was telling Angela everything. From how it made her so angry to see Booth and Cam together, to how she had decided she would die alone. Brennan had fully convinced herself that she would never find someone who made her feel alive with passion. Even though most saw her as socially awkward and romantically unconnected, deep down she just wanted to be loved unconditionally. She just wanted someone who would love her for who she was, a bad ass, crime-fighting, intelligent, forensic anthropologist.
The tears were swelling up in her eyes as she let out her frustrations. Angela just sat and listened. She really was Brennan's best friend. They were so connected, and somehow Angela always knew what to say. Brennan knew that she'd never be able to tell Angela how much she appreciated their time together. She knew that Angela understood her in a way no one else ever would. She loved the closeness they shared.
"It's a good thing I don't mind being by myself. At this rate I'll die alone. Every day we see victims that are too decayed to identify. But when we identify them we bring answers to their family, to their friends. We lay these victims to rest. But I can't help to think that if I died, if I were one of those victims, even if I were identified, would anyone care? My mom was a Jane Doe for decades. No one looked for her. Would anyone notice if I just fell of the face of the planet?"
Angela had no idea Brennan was hurting so much. She felt useless sitting there listening as her best friend revealed her darkest fears. Angela wiped away the tears on Brennan's cheek.
"Temperance, you're an amazing woman. You are so intelligent and beautiful. Anyone should feel honored to be with you. You're not a Jane Doe. You're not your mother. And you're not going to die alone. Love is out there. You can't give up just yet."
Brennan faked a smile, but in all actuality she felt a fraction better just hearing those words. Their eyes locked and a thousand words were passed in the silence.
Before she knew what had happened Angela had leaned in and their lips met in a soft, innocent kiss.
"ANGELA, WHAT THE HELL!?"
"I…. I thought…. I'm sorry Brennan! I'm really drunk. I got caught up in the moment."
"Ang, you just…Ang you kissed me!?"
"I…I know…."
They couldn't help but break out in an uncontrolled laughter. She couldn't help but laugh. There they were completely intoxicated, she had just revealed her worst fears to Angela and all she could do was laugh to avoid the obvious awkward situation.
The laughter died off and they were left staring at each other once more. Brennan smiled. Angela was glad to see her happy. She reached and swept the hair out of Brennan's eyes.
This time Brennan made the first move. She touched Angela's hand and pressed it to her face. It had been so long since someone had touched her with such compassion. Her lips met Angela's, this time there was a rush of feeling behind it. Angela reciprocated. Their bodies became intertwined as Brennan laid on top of Angela.
"I don't understand what's happening Angela. This has to be an effect of the alcohol….."
"Brennan, shut up and kiss me. Stop being so rational and just kiss me."
Brennan's lips locked with her best friends. They moved simultaneously as they began to undress each other. Brennan's hands traced the small of Angela's back. Angela kissed her bare breasts and began working her way down Brennan's stomach.
"I've never done anything like this before…"
"Don't worry, I …ummm… experimented in college."
Somehow that didn't surprise Brennan at all. She let out a soft sigh as Angela reached her destination. Their bodies symmetrically complimented each other's movement . Brennan used her hands to explore Angela in an analytically, everything was science with her. Sex was no different.
Angela on the other hand was completely engulfed by emotion, yearning, just as Brennan had announced her secrets, this was Angela's way to announce hers. She had imagined this moment for years. Temperance was so awe-inspiring. She had held back for so long. But this was her chance.
Angela wasn't lying. She was definitely experienced. She knew exactly where to touch, to kiss, to send shivers down Brennan's back. Her hands were gentle and knew exactly where to go. She teased Brennan, kissing her inner thighs and softly licking her stomach. She moved her tongue over the most sensitive areas of Brennan's body. She watched as Brennan's eyes closed and her breathing became heavy. Then suddenly Brennan's eyes flashed open to meet hers, it was Brennan's way of saying "stop teasing me and fuck me already." And of course, Angela was never one to go against Brennan's orders.
Their sweaty, naked bodies had become one. Brennan's body tightened as she let out a mixture between a moan and a scream. Her hands reached for Angela's. She fell, exhausted and limp next to Angela on the couch. She had never orgasmed during sex before. It felt amazing. Almost like an out of body experience. She felt so alive in that moment.
They laid next to each other whispering unimportant words. Even though it had been the most amazing sex she had ever had, both women knew that this was a one time occurrence. An act of passion, and although it may have been brought on by too many drinks and the everyday stress of identifying decaying corpses, it meant something.
To Brennan it meant that their relationship would never be the same. She knew they would remain close and it would never happen again, but they would never have that closeness back. Brennan didn't live life with regret, and she was glad all of this had happened. But most importantly, it made her feel beautiful. For the first time in over a year she felt genuinely beautiful.
She and Angela lay naked embracing each other. Angela's head was spinning. She had never imaged that her fantasy would come true. Yet at the same time it was almost devastating knowing that it was the only time. She had thought about this before, whether once would be enough, but as she laid naked with her arms wrapped around Brennan's gorgeously fit body she decided she wasn't quite ready to make that decision.
Title: Primal
Author: Kit
Disclaimer: Fox owns all that is good in life. I just surround myself in fiction.
Rating: R
Summary: Picks up after the end of "Stargazer in the Puddle" This is pretty much acontinuation of my frist fic, "Jane Doe"
Warning: Femslash
Sweat glistened on her bare skin. She lay there breathless and aroused- wanting, needing, craving more. Her heart beat fast as she felt familiar lips kissing her shoulders. The caressing traveled lower down her back. She grinned as the lips got closer to her thighs. She had thought they were finished, but these sweet kisses hinted otherwise.
They had already made love four times that evening. There's only one thing women look forward to more than their wedding, and that's the passionate sex of newly weds in love. Angela was no different. Even though she and Hodgins had not sustained from sex prior to their nuptials, Angela still looked forward to their wedding night, knowing it would be the most amazing sex she'd ever have. And even though they had called off the ceremony at the last second, Angela had no intentions of changing her agenda for the evening.
She now felt the warmth of lips between her legs. Between open mouth kisses she felt the flicker of a tongue against her clit.
"Hey now babe! You have to give me a minute to regain my stamina.", Angela looked into the eyes of her lover.
"Actually, Ange…stamina refers to the level of power one has against prolonged stress. It isn't something you lose, then regain. The word you're looking for is ener….."
The end of this sentence trailed off as Angela kissed her partner's lips.
"You talk to much, Tempe.", she replied as she stared into Brennan's intelligent blue eyes.
Brennan smiled as she kissed her best friend's lips. She had sworn weeks before that she would not put herself in this position again. She had sworn their first time was the last. Yet, here she was. Sex with Angela had become somewhat of an addiction. But addiction in Brennan's eyes admitted weakness. And she was not one to boast her faults.
Two distinct sets finger tips were gently exploring each other's outlines. Brennan gently brushed past Angela's nipple.
Angela let out a faint moan. Her lips met Brennan's in a passionate kiss. Her hands worked their way between Brennan's thighs. Angela was gentle at first. Letting her fingers experience every part of Brennan's inner secrets, but as Brennan began to moan her fingers began to work at a quicker pace. They thrust in and out steadily, like the beat from a metronome.
At this point Brennan attempted to take control over the situation. Her fingers met Angela's clit with excitement. Brennan never wasted time with foreplay, her fingers instantly went to work deep between Angela's legs.
The couple made love in simultaneous harmony. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together. Each moving their fingers faster, thrusting deeper; trying to make the other climax first.
Their lips left each other only long enough to release moans of pleasure. Once again their bodies glistened with a fresh dew. Angela loved watching Brennan's eyes when she was being fucked. Brennan put the same drive, and determination into sex as she did into her cases. She always wanted to be in control, and she always wanted to be the best. Right before Angela was about to orgasm, she thrust deep into Brennan.
Brennan arched her back as she gasped for air. Her free arm tightened around Angela's back, nails against bare skin as her hand clenched, along with the rest of her body. She swiftly pushed a third finger into Angela's tight opening. Their bodies synchronously tightened as they orgasmed.
After a few moments of wordless gasps, they collapsed in each other's arms. Brennan looked lovingly into Angela's wide, brown eyes. She always said that Angela's eyes told a thousand stories, if you stared at them long enough.
"I love you.", the words had fallen out of Angela's mouth before she had the time to think about it.
Brennan's mind began to race. Why had she said that? Why those three words? Saying "I love you" made this real. Admitting feelings meant Brennan would have to come to terms with the fact she was sleeping with her best friend. She never wanted love. She just wanted sex, a primal necessity. She wasn't ready to be loved again. She just needed to feel beautiful. She needed to feel.
Angela didn't expect an answer. In actuality, she hadn't meant to say it at all. She always knew Brennan would never feel the same. Brennan always looked at things from a logical perspective. And she knew there was nothing logical about the two of them making love for hours on Angela's wedding night. Every since they had begun their affair Angela knew good and well that Brennan was only in it for the mind-blowing sex. Who wouldn't be?
Angela laid wrapped in Brennan's arms, warmed by the heat of their moist bodies against each other. She had come to terms with the fact that this was all she would ever have with Brennan. This sexual attraction. Angela knew that this was as close as she'd ever get to any sort of relationship with the woman she had loved for so long. She knew that she would have to settle, because it was this or nothing at all.
Yet, as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel the intimate desire to hear Brennan say, "I love you too."
Title: Ch. 3 - Confrontation
Author: Kit
Disclaimer:
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Comes after my 2nd fic, "Primal" As far as the series goes it's in the time between seasons two and three. Angela and Brennan have an uncomfortable conversation.
Warning: Angst
Brennan sat alone in her office. She could still hear Angela's voice whispering in her ear, "I love you." Brennan had never responded to that statement. She didn't know how to respond. Their whole affair had begun after Brennan's intoxicated confessions led Angela to make the first move. At first it was just about the sex. It was some of the most amazing sex she had ever had. But now, things were different. Angela had turned this innocent relationship into something more.
Booth knocked on the open door, more to announce his presence than to ask for permission to enter.
Brennan glanced up from her computer, "Hey Booth."
"Bones, where have you been? Angela just got our facial reconstruction."
"Oh, yeah. Uhhh, I was just working on some notes for the case. I can look at it in a while. Did…did Angela say anything to you?"
Booth knew something was up, "Is there something wrong between you two?"
"What? No. No, why would you ask?" Brennan looked anxiously at her computer screen.
"Bones. You've been avoiding her for weeks. It's not a secret. Anytime she enters a room and you're around, you quickly find your way out. Usually, I wouldn't try and get in your business, but this is starting to get ridiculous."
"Booth, you don't know what you're talking about. Just drop it."
"No, Bones. I can't drop this. This is affecting the whole team. Whatever it is, whatever she did to make you angry…. Just talk to her. You need to work things out to get back to your symbiotic relationship. She's your best friend. Whatever it is can't be that bad, right?"
Brennan knew the only way to get Booth to stop with the psychology bullshit would be to agree. "Yeah, you're right. I'll …talk to her."
"There ya go Bones! Now, about that reconstruction…."
"Right. I'll be right there."
Booth left, and she was alone with her thoughts once more. "It can't be that bad," she repeated to herself. She laughed sarcastically. Sleeping with your engaged best friend wasn't that bad. Matter of fact, that wasn't even what Brennan had been avoiding. The sex was phenomenal. But Angela had crossed the line when she said "I love you." It had made the whole thing a lot more complicated.
Another knock on the door.
"Booth, I said I was coming." Brennan replied without looking up from her notes.
"Tempe."
Her fingers stopped typing as her eyes slowly rose to see Angela in the doorway.
"Oh, Ange. I thought you were…. What's up?" She actually sounded convincing. Point for her.
Angela stepped in and shut the door behind her. Brennan was not looking forward to this conversation, but now she was cornered. She figured Booth had talked to Angela too-- she must remember to kick his ass next time she saw him.
"Tempe we can't ignore each other forever. It's hard enough that we work together, but I miss you. I miss my best friend. And in all honesty I miss the sex. I miss your passion. "
What she really wanted to say was, "I miss you too Angela. Every time I see you it makes me want you more. Every time I see you and Hodgins together I secretly wish it was me instead. My body needs your touch. I need to feel your lips on my skin. I can't even pleasure myself without you on my mind." Instead she answered logically, like usual, "I haven't been ignoring you…I've just been busy."
"Look, I know that I said some things that may have scared you. I know that you're not looking for emotion. Can't we just forget what I said? Please, babe?"
"Ange, I'm sorry I've been acting so weird. I just wasn't prepared for this. I mean it was bad enough that we slept together on your wedding night. For you to lie there and tell me you loved me, it was just too much. I mean… what about Hodgins, Ange? Where does he fall in all of this? He's head-over-heels in love with you. If he knew… if he knew about us, it would kill him. You can't do that to him."
"Is that what's holding you back? Hodgins? Tempe, I've loved him for all of a few months. I've been in love with you for years. If that's what's holding you back, I'll tell him it's over. I'll make things right with him, if it means we can be together."
"Angela, that's not what I said. I'm holding back because, honestly… I don't feel the same." At the time she believed that was the truth.
There was an awkward silence. Angela stepped close enough to look in Brennan's eyes.
"When you're ready to tell me the truth, you let me know. Until then if you just want to act like nothing ever happened, it's your choice."
With that she walked out the door. For the third time in an hour Brennan was alone.
Brennan would have loved to tell Angela the truth. She just had to fully convince herself first. She once again ran Booth's words through her head, "It can't be that bad." He really had jinxed her. She seriously had to kick his ass.
Title: Ch. 4 - The Body on the Slab
Author: Kit Givens
Disclaimer:
Rating: R
Summary: 4th chapter in my fic. Continues directly after "Confrontation". Still between seasons two and three. Brennan finally decides to talk to Angela about their relationship.
Warning: Angst, Femslash
A couple of days later, after hours of deliberation, Brennan worked up the courage to talk to Angela again. It was late and everyone else had gone home. Brennan was finishing up with some new remains as Angela passed the lab floor on her way out.
"Night, Tempe."
"Angela, can we talk?"
Angela was glad her back was turned at this moment. She wouldn't have wanted Brennan to see how excited she was that she was ready to talk.
Angela walked over to meet Brennan in front the lab table. She had always admired how quickly Brennan could reassemble a victim's body. They had only received the remains hours before. Now there lay a complete skeleton on the sterile, metal table.
"Angela, I need you to just listen. This isn't easy for me, so I just need you to listen.", Angela nodded as Brennan continued.
"The first night we had sex, I thought it was a mistake. I thought it was just because we were both drunk, and I was so vulnerable. But then, you came to me on your wedding night. And I couldn't help myself. You were so beautiful in your dress. But then, then you made things so complicated. I didn't want to hear it. I mean, deep down I had known you had feelings for me. But I didn't want to make this more than it was. And I honestly didn't feel the same at the time. But over the last two weeks I've missed you. And I don't miss people, not like this. Angela, you're amazing. And I appreciate every thing you've done for me. I value our friendship, and I'd never want to lose that. But I just can't tell you what you want to hear. I'm sorry."
Brennan took a deep breath. That went relatively well. She had run the speech through her head plenty of times over the past 12 hours. She figured this was the best way to let Angela down easily, while doing the least amount of damage to their friendship. Brennan awaited Angela's response.
Her reply came without words. Angela simply leaned over and kissed Brennan on the lips. Brennan tried to pull away, but the feel of Angela's innocent lips on hers was too overwhelming. She kissed Angela back. An innocent good-bye kiss quickly turned into a lot more.
The two began groping each other passionately. Angela slipped off Brennan's lab coat and ran her hand underneath her blouse. Brennan unbuttoned Angela's top and let it slip off her shoulders and fall onto the floor. Brennan pushed Angela onto the edge of the table, knocking bones to the floor. Angela had never seen Brennan like this. It was one thing for her to take control in a sexual situation, but to compromise remains was completely unlike her. Brennan was acting completely on raw, untamed sexual tension, and Angela liked it.
Brennan paused as she looked into Angela's eyes, "Ange, I can't do this."
Angela responded breathlessly as she kissed Brennan's neck. "I…know…you…don't…love me. It's…ok. Just don't stop."
Brennan continued, against her better judgment. She had finally realized there were bones on the floor. Without missing a moment with Angela, Brennan worriedly looked at the scrambled bones left on the table. She had just finished reassembling the body. "Screw it," she thought as she took off Angela's skirt.
Angela saw the whole thing happen, as if she could read exactly what Brennan was thinking. She smiled, knowing that Brennan wouldn't jeopardize evidence for just anyone. Angela knew that with this small gesture Brennan was saying a lot more than "I value our friendship."
It didn't take long for Angela to climax. Brennan was amazing with her tongue. Angela had always figured Brennan had studied sex as if it was any other subject. She could imagine Tempe reading books in her spare time, to brush up on her techniques.
Brennan came back into view, wiping her upper lip. She kissed Angela long, and deep. Angela could taste the lingering cum in Brennan's mouth.
They each located their clothing items and got dressed. Before she left, Angela kissed Brennan once more. The kiss had a new sort of passion behind it. Brennan knew this kiss held so much potential. Potential for this, sneaking around, to become something so much more important. Something so much more serious.
For the first time, Angela fully saw the damage they had caused. Bones were strewn in a collage on the table and surrounding floor. Angela began to pick up the bones and place them back onto the slab.
"Ange, don't worry about it. Go home. Go home to Hodgins, and get some rest."
"But, Bren. This is going to take you hours to put back together….. I should stay and help." Angela looked down confused. She couldn't distinguish the difference in the tibia and fibula in her hands, so she just handed them to Brennan and shrugged. "I could at least keep you company…"
"Angela, it was worth it. I don't mind staying to put him back together. But if you don't get home soon Jack will worry."
"You're right. Well, goodnight." She pecked Brennan on the cheek and walked away.
"Angela?"
Angela turned right before she reached the door, "Yeah?"
"I…I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."
As Angela walked out the doors and out of view Brennan silently mouthed, "I love you too.", before returning to the work at hand.
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Title: Jane Doe
Author: Kit
Pairings: Brennan/Angela femslash
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to Bones. Fox owns everything good in the world.
Spoilers: This takes place during the "Headless Witch in the Woods" case in season two.
Brennan and Angela found themselves in front of a menagerie of shot glasses. This wasn't the usual way Brennan dealt with pain, but tonight she just needed to escape. She really knew how to pick them. It seemed like every guy she was interested in turned out to be a loser, cheater, or murderer. Tonight her choice had been the latter. He had been an attractive firefighter. They came from the same background, she was totally smitten with him. But tonight Brennan found out there's no better way to ruin a dinner, than for Booth to interrupt and arrest her date for the murder of his brother.
It was a combination of kissing a murderer and the recent discovery of Booth and Cam's secret relationship that landed Brennan on the bar stool. She and Angela had gone to the bar after work to have a drink. A drink quickly turned into a few which then turned in to one-to-many.
Angela hailed a cab and the two arrived at Brennan's apartment a half hour later. Brennan sat on the couch across from her best friend. As much as she tried to hold back the alcohol began to force her to talk. It was one of her biggest faults. The woman couldn't hold her alcohol. She couldn't help it. She was so used to bottling everything up, when given the chance to vent it was hard for her to hold back.
Before she knew it she was telling Angela everything. From how it made her so angry to see Booth and Cam together, to how she had decided she would die alone. Brennan had fully convinced herself that she would never find someone who made her feel alive with passion. Even though most saw her as socially awkward and romantically unconnected, deep down she just wanted to be loved unconditionally. She just wanted someone who would love her for who she was, a bad ass, crime-fighting, intelligent, forensic anthropologist.
The tears were swelling up in her eyes as she let out her frustrations. Angela just sat and listened. She really was Brennan's best friend. They were so connected, and somehow Angela always knew what to say. Brennan knew that she'd never be able to tell Angela how much she appreciated their time together. She knew that Angela understood her in a way no one else ever would. She loved the closeness they shared.
"It's a good thing I don't mind being by myself. At this rate I'll die alone. Every day we see victims that are too decayed to identify. But when we identify them we bring answers to their family, to their friends. We lay these victims to rest. But I can't help to think that if I died, if I were one of those victims, even if I were identified, would anyone care? My mom was a Jane Doe for decades. No one looked for her. Would anyone notice if I just fell of the face of the planet?"
Angela had no idea Brennan was hurting so much. She felt useless sitting there listening as her best friend revealed her darkest fears. Angela wiped away the tears on Brennan's cheek.
"Temperance, you're an amazing woman. You are so intelligent and beautiful. Anyone should feel honored to be with you. You're not a Jane Doe. You're not your mother. And you're not going to die alone. Love is out there. You can't give up just yet."
Brennan faked a smile, but in all actuality she felt a fraction better just hearing those words. Their eyes locked and a thousand words were passed in the silence.
Before she knew what had happened Angela had leaned in and their lips met in a soft, innocent kiss.
"ANGELA, WHAT THE HELL!?"
"I…. I thought…. I'm sorry Brennan! I'm really drunk. I got caught up in the moment."
"Ang, you just…Ang you kissed me!?"
"I…I know…."
They couldn't help but break out in an uncontrolled laughter. She couldn't help but laugh. There they were completely intoxicated, she had just revealed her worst fears to Angela and all she could do was laugh to avoid the obvious awkward situation.
The laughter died off and they were left staring at each other once more. Brennan smiled. Angela was glad to see her happy. She reached and swept the hair out of Brennan's eyes.
This time Brennan made the first move. She touched Angela's hand and pressed it to her face. It had been so long since someone had touched her with such compassion. Her lips met Angela's, this time there was a rush of feeling behind it. Angela reciprocated. Their bodies became intertwined as Brennan laid on top of Angela.
"I don't understand what's happening Angela. This has to be an effect of the alcohol….."
"Brennan, shut up and kiss me. Stop being so rational and just kiss me."
Brennan's lips locked with her best friends. They moved simultaneously as they began to undress each other. Brennan's hands traced the small of Angela's back. Angela kissed her bare breasts and began working her way down Brennan's stomach.
"I've never done anything like this before…"
"Don't worry, I …ummm… experimented in college."
Somehow that didn't surprise Brennan at all. She let out a soft sigh as Angela reached her destination. Their bodies symmetrically complimented each other's movement . Brennan used her hands to explore Angela in an analytically, everything was science with her. Sex was no different.
Angela on the other hand was completely engulfed by emotion, yearning, just as Brennan had announced her secrets, this was Angela's way to announce hers. She had imagined this moment for years. Temperance was so awe-inspiring. She had held back for so long. But this was her chance.
Angela wasn't lying. She was definitely experienced. She knew exactly where to touch, to kiss, to send shivers down Brennan's back. Her hands were gentle and knew exactly where to go. She teased Brennan, kissing her inner thighs and softly licking her stomach. She moved her tongue over the most sensitive areas of Brennan's body. She watched as Brennan's eyes closed and her breathing became heavy. Then suddenly Brennan's eyes flashed open to meet hers, it was Brennan's way of saying "stop teasing me and fuck me already." And of course, Angela was never one to go against Brennan's orders.
Their sweaty, naked bodies had become one. Brennan's body tightened as she let out a mixture between a moan and a scream. Her hands reached for Angela's. She fell, exhausted and limp next to Angela on the couch. She had never orgasmed during sex before. It felt amazing. Almost like an out of body experience. She felt so alive in that moment.
They laid next to each other whispering unimportant words. Even though it had been the most amazing sex she had ever had, both women knew that this was a one time occurrence. An act of passion, and although it may have been brought on by too many drinks and the everyday stress of identifying decaying corpses, it meant something.
To Brennan it meant that their relationship would never be the same. She knew they would remain close and it would never happen again, but they would never have that closeness back. Brennan didn't live life with regret, and she was glad all of this had happened. But most importantly, it made her feel beautiful. For the first time in over a year she felt genuinely beautiful.
She and Angela lay naked embracing each other. Angela's head was spinning. She had never imaged that her fantasy would come true. Yet at the same time it was almost devastating knowing that it was the only time. She had thought about this before, whether once would be enough, but as she laid naked with her arms wrapped around Brennan's gorgeously fit body she decided she wasn't quite ready to make that decision.
Title: Primal
Author: Kit
Disclaimer: Fox owns all that is good in life. I just surround myself in fiction.
Rating: R
Summary: Picks up after the end of "Stargazer in the Puddle" This is pretty much acontinuation of my frist fic, "Jane Doe"
Warning: Femslash
Sweat glistened on her bare skin. She lay there breathless and aroused- wanting, needing, craving more. Her heart beat fast as she felt familiar lips kissing her shoulders. The caressing traveled lower down her back. She grinned as the lips got closer to her thighs. She had thought they were finished, but these sweet kisses hinted otherwise.
They had already made love four times that evening. There's only one thing women look forward to more than their wedding, and that's the passionate sex of newly weds in love. Angela was no different. Even though she and Hodgins had not sustained from sex prior to their nuptials, Angela still looked forward to their wedding night, knowing it would be the most amazing sex she'd ever have. And even though they had called off the ceremony at the last second, Angela had no intentions of changing her agenda for the evening.
She now felt the warmth of lips between her legs. Between open mouth kisses she felt the flicker of a tongue against her clit.
"Hey now babe! You have to give me a minute to regain my stamina.", Angela looked into the eyes of her lover.
"Actually, Ange…stamina refers to the level of power one has against prolonged stress. It isn't something you lose, then regain. The word you're looking for is ener….."
The end of this sentence trailed off as Angela kissed her partner's lips.
"You talk to much, Tempe.", she replied as she stared into Brennan's intelligent blue eyes.
Brennan smiled as she kissed her best friend's lips. She had sworn weeks before that she would not put herself in this position again. She had sworn their first time was the last. Yet, here she was. Sex with Angela had become somewhat of an addiction. But addiction in Brennan's eyes admitted weakness. And she was not one to boast her faults.
Two distinct sets finger tips were gently exploring each other's outlines. Brennan gently brushed past Angela's nipple.
Angela let out a faint moan. Her lips met Brennan's in a passionate kiss. Her hands worked their way between Brennan's thighs. Angela was gentle at first. Letting her fingers experience every part of Brennan's inner secrets, but as Brennan began to moan her fingers began to work at a quicker pace. They thrust in and out steadily, like the beat from a metronome.
At this point Brennan attempted to take control over the situation. Her fingers met Angela's clit with excitement. Brennan never wasted time with foreplay, her fingers instantly went to work deep between Angela's legs.
The couple made love in simultaneous harmony. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together. Each moving their fingers faster, thrusting deeper; trying to make the other climax first.
Their lips left each other only long enough to release moans of pleasure. Once again their bodies glistened with a fresh dew. Angela loved watching Brennan's eyes when she was being fucked. Brennan put the same drive, and determination into sex as she did into her cases. She always wanted to be in control, and she always wanted to be the best. Right before Angela was about to orgasm, she thrust deep into Brennan.
Brennan arched her back as she gasped for air. Her free arm tightened around Angela's back, nails against bare skin as her hand clenched, along with the rest of her body. She swiftly pushed a third finger into Angela's tight opening. Their bodies synchronously tightened as they orgasmed.
After a few moments of wordless gasps, they collapsed in each other's arms. Brennan looked lovingly into Angela's wide, brown eyes. She always said that Angela's eyes told a thousand stories, if you stared at them long enough.
"I love you.", the words had fallen out of Angela's mouth before she had the time to think about it.
Brennan's mind began to race. Why had she said that? Why those three words? Saying "I love you" made this real. Admitting feelings meant Brennan would have to come to terms with the fact she was sleeping with her best friend. She never wanted love. She just wanted sex, a primal necessity. She wasn't ready to be loved again. She just needed to feel beautiful. She needed to feel.
Angela didn't expect an answer. In actuality, she hadn't meant to say it at all. She always knew Brennan would never feel the same. Brennan always looked at things from a logical perspective. And she knew there was nothing logical about the two of them making love for hours on Angela's wedding night. Every since they had begun their affair Angela knew good and well that Brennan was only in it for the mind-blowing sex. Who wouldn't be?
Angela laid wrapped in Brennan's arms, warmed by the heat of their moist bodies against each other. She had come to terms with the fact that this was all she would ever have with Brennan. This sexual attraction. Angela knew that this was as close as she'd ever get to any sort of relationship with the woman she had loved for so long. She knew that she would have to settle, because it was this or nothing at all.
Yet, as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel the intimate desire to hear Brennan say, "I love you too."
Title: Ch. 3 - Confrontation
Author: Kit
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Rating: PG-13
Summary: Comes after my 2nd fic, "Primal" As far as the series goes it's in the time between seasons two and three. Angela and Brennan have an uncomfortable conversation.
Warning: Angst
Brennan sat alone in her office. She could still hear Angela's voice whispering in her ear, "I love you." Brennan had never responded to that statement. She didn't know how to respond. Their whole affair had begun after Brennan's intoxicated confessions led Angela to make the first move. At first it was just about the sex. It was some of the most amazing sex she had ever had. But now, things were different. Angela had turned this innocent relationship into something more.
Booth knocked on the open door, more to announce his presence than to ask for permission to enter.
Brennan glanced up from her computer, "Hey Booth."
"Bones, where have you been? Angela just got our facial reconstruction."
"Oh, yeah. Uhhh, I was just working on some notes for the case. I can look at it in a while. Did…did Angela say anything to you?"
Booth knew something was up, "Is there something wrong between you two?"
"What? No. No, why would you ask?" Brennan looked anxiously at her computer screen.
"Bones. You've been avoiding her for weeks. It's not a secret. Anytime she enters a room and you're around, you quickly find your way out. Usually, I wouldn't try and get in your business, but this is starting to get ridiculous."
"Booth, you don't know what you're talking about. Just drop it."
"No, Bones. I can't drop this. This is affecting the whole team. Whatever it is, whatever she did to make you angry…. Just talk to her. You need to work things out to get back to your symbiotic relationship. She's your best friend. Whatever it is can't be that bad, right?"
Brennan knew the only way to get Booth to stop with the psychology bullshit would be to agree. "Yeah, you're right. I'll …talk to her."
"There ya go Bones! Now, about that reconstruction…."
"Right. I'll be right there."
Booth left, and she was alone with her thoughts once more. "It can't be that bad," she repeated to herself. She laughed sarcastically. Sleeping with your engaged best friend wasn't that bad. Matter of fact, that wasn't even what Brennan had been avoiding. The sex was phenomenal. But Angela had crossed the line when she said "I love you." It had made the whole thing a lot more complicated.
Another knock on the door.
"Booth, I said I was coming." Brennan replied without looking up from her notes.
"Tempe."
Her fingers stopped typing as her eyes slowly rose to see Angela in the doorway.
"Oh, Ange. I thought you were…. What's up?" She actually sounded convincing. Point for her.
Angela stepped in and shut the door behind her. Brennan was not looking forward to this conversation, but now she was cornered. She figured Booth had talked to Angela too-- she must remember to kick his ass next time she saw him.
"Tempe we can't ignore each other forever. It's hard enough that we work together, but I miss you. I miss my best friend. And in all honesty I miss the sex. I miss your passion. "
What she really wanted to say was, "I miss you too Angela. Every time I see you it makes me want you more. Every time I see you and Hodgins together I secretly wish it was me instead. My body needs your touch. I need to feel your lips on my skin. I can't even pleasure myself without you on my mind." Instead she answered logically, like usual, "I haven't been ignoring you…I've just been busy."
"Look, I know that I said some things that may have scared you. I know that you're not looking for emotion. Can't we just forget what I said? Please, babe?"
"Ange, I'm sorry I've been acting so weird. I just wasn't prepared for this. I mean it was bad enough that we slept together on your wedding night. For you to lie there and tell me you loved me, it was just too much. I mean… what about Hodgins, Ange? Where does he fall in all of this? He's head-over-heels in love with you. If he knew… if he knew about us, it would kill him. You can't do that to him."
"Is that what's holding you back? Hodgins? Tempe, I've loved him for all of a few months. I've been in love with you for years. If that's what's holding you back, I'll tell him it's over. I'll make things right with him, if it means we can be together."
"Angela, that's not what I said. I'm holding back because, honestly… I don't feel the same." At the time she believed that was the truth.
There was an awkward silence. Angela stepped close enough to look in Brennan's eyes.
"When you're ready to tell me the truth, you let me know. Until then if you just want to act like nothing ever happened, it's your choice."
With that she walked out the door. For the third time in an hour Brennan was alone.
Brennan would have loved to tell Angela the truth. She just had to fully convince herself first. She once again ran Booth's words through her head, "It can't be that bad." He really had jinxed her. She seriously had to kick his ass.
Title: Ch. 4 - The Body on the Slab
Author: Kit Givens
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Rating: R
Summary: 4th chapter in my fic. Continues directly after "Confrontation". Still between seasons two and three. Brennan finally decides to talk to Angela about their relationship.
Warning: Angst, Femslash
A couple of days later, after hours of deliberation, Brennan worked up the courage to talk to Angela again. It was late and everyone else had gone home. Brennan was finishing up with some new remains as Angela passed the lab floor on her way out.
"Night, Tempe."
"Angela, can we talk?"
Angela was glad her back was turned at this moment. She wouldn't have wanted Brennan to see how excited she was that she was ready to talk.
Angela walked over to meet Brennan in front the lab table. She had always admired how quickly Brennan could reassemble a victim's body. They had only received the remains hours before. Now there lay a complete skeleton on the sterile, metal table.
"Angela, I need you to just listen. This isn't easy for me, so I just need you to listen.", Angela nodded as Brennan continued.
"The first night we had sex, I thought it was a mistake. I thought it was just because we were both drunk, and I was so vulnerable. But then, you came to me on your wedding night. And I couldn't help myself. You were so beautiful in your dress. But then, then you made things so complicated. I didn't want to hear it. I mean, deep down I had known you had feelings for me. But I didn't want to make this more than it was. And I honestly didn't feel the same at the time. But over the last two weeks I've missed you. And I don't miss people, not like this. Angela, you're amazing. And I appreciate every thing you've done for me. I value our friendship, and I'd never want to lose that. But I just can't tell you what you want to hear. I'm sorry."
Brennan took a deep breath. That went relatively well. She had run the speech through her head plenty of times over the past 12 hours. She figured this was the best way to let Angela down easily, while doing the least amount of damage to their friendship. Brennan awaited Angela's response.
Her reply came without words. Angela simply leaned over and kissed Brennan on the lips. Brennan tried to pull away, but the feel of Angela's innocent lips on hers was too overwhelming. She kissed Angela back. An innocent good-bye kiss quickly turned into a lot more.
The two began groping each other passionately. Angela slipped off Brennan's lab coat and ran her hand underneath her blouse. Brennan unbuttoned Angela's top and let it slip off her shoulders and fall onto the floor. Brennan pushed Angela onto the edge of the table, knocking bones to the floor. Angela had never seen Brennan like this. It was one thing for her to take control in a sexual situation, but to compromise remains was completely unlike her. Brennan was acting completely on raw, untamed sexual tension, and Angela liked it.
Brennan paused as she looked into Angela's eyes, "Ange, I can't do this."
Angela responded breathlessly as she kissed Brennan's neck. "I…know…you…don't…love me. It's…ok. Just don't stop."
Brennan continued, against her better judgment. She had finally realized there were bones on the floor. Without missing a moment with Angela, Brennan worriedly looked at the scrambled bones left on the table. She had just finished reassembling the body. "Screw it," she thought as she took off Angela's skirt.
Angela saw the whole thing happen, as if she could read exactly what Brennan was thinking. She smiled, knowing that Brennan wouldn't jeopardize evidence for just anyone. Angela knew that with this small gesture Brennan was saying a lot more than "I value our friendship."
It didn't take long for Angela to climax. Brennan was amazing with her tongue. Angela had always figured Brennan had studied sex as if it was any other subject. She could imagine Tempe reading books in her spare time, to brush up on her techniques.
Brennan came back into view, wiping her upper lip. She kissed Angela long, and deep. Angela could taste the lingering cum in Brennan's mouth.
They each located their clothing items and got dressed. Before she left, Angela kissed Brennan once more. The kiss had a new sort of passion behind it. Brennan knew this kiss held so much potential. Potential for this, sneaking around, to become something so much more important. Something so much more serious.
For the first time, Angela fully saw the damage they had caused. Bones were strewn in a collage on the table and surrounding floor. Angela began to pick up the bones and place them back onto the slab.
"Ange, don't worry about it. Go home. Go home to Hodgins, and get some rest."
"But, Bren. This is going to take you hours to put back together….. I should stay and help." Angela looked down confused. She couldn't distinguish the difference in the tibia and fibula in her hands, so she just handed them to Brennan and shrugged. "I could at least keep you company…"
"Angela, it was worth it. I don't mind staying to put him back together. But if you don't get home soon Jack will worry."
"You're right. Well, goodnight." She pecked Brennan on the cheek and walked away.
"Angela?"
Angela turned right before she reached the door, "Yeah?"
"I…I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."
As Angela walked out the doors and out of view Brennan silently mouthed, "I love you too.", before returning to the work at hand.
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