Brennan/Angela Fic Ch. 11
Title: Ch. 11 - Say You Love Me
Author: Kit Givens
Disclaimer: Fox owns all rights. I am merely a fan of Bones, composing a work of fiction.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Brennan/Angela
Summary: Angela has to make an important choice that will end one of her relationships.
Warning: Femslash, Spoilers through S3, sex toys, angst
By the time Brennan arrived home Angela was on her third glass of wine. She opened the door in nothing but lacey lingerie. Brennan quickly shoved her inside before any of her neighbors saw.
"Ange, I know it's been a tough night. But maybe we should talk about this. I mean about what this means…for us…for you…for the Jeffersonian." Brennan set her bag down and poured herself a glass of wine.
"Bren! Comeee onnnn! I just want to forget about tonight..pleeeaassee??" Angela was a little more drunk than Brennan thought.
She chuckled to herself. It was like their first time all over again. They had been so drunk that night. She remembered how she swore it was the only time. And here they were almost a year later. Everything had come crashing down so quickly. Fucking mistletoe.
Brennan traced Angela's curves with her fingertips. Angela let out a gentle sigh. Her body trembled under Brennan's gentle touch.
Brennan teased her a bit, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her lips. She moved downward kissing her chest, everything except where Angela wanted it.
Angela became impatient, she pushed Brennan's head between her ample breasts. Brennan's tongue flickered over Ange's nipples. They became hard instantly. Angela moaned. She wanted more.
She grabbed Brennan's face and brought it to hers. Their lips met. Angela's fingers found her way to Brennan's pants. She managed to undo the button and zipper with one hand. She had plenty of practice by now.
Brennan lifted her onto the edge of the kitchen table. Her hands tightened around Angela's sculpted thighs. They continued to kiss as Angela's hand made it's way into Brennan's pants.
It was Brennan's turn to moan. Her head fell back as Angela stroked her sensitive clit. She got lost in the moment. She didn't mind giving Angela control for a while. It was nice for someone else to take the lead for once.
Angela let her fingers tease between Brennan's legs. She traced the outline of her lover's wet opening. She let one finger slip inside. Brennan was so loose for her, so wet.
Angela slipped another inside. She moved in and out slowly. Brennan let her hips move with Angela's movements.
Brennan couldn't take it anymore. She shoved Angela back on the table. She kneeled between Angela's legs and moved her thong to the side.
Brennan let her tongue lick Angela's soft skin. She tasted her sweetness. Tongue circling her tender folds, Angela let out a moan. Her hand, entangled in Brennan's hair, pulled her closer.
Brennan used her tongue to explore between Angela's legs. She was quite skilled with her tongue, and Angela let her know it.
"Fuck me, Tempe." Angela demanded.
Brennan thrust inside of Angela. Angela sat up on the table. The pleasure was too immense for her to take lying down.
Three fingers worked in tangent. In and out. Harder and faster with each thrust. Angela screaming out the entire time…. "More! More! More!"
Brennan did as she was told. She forced Angela back down. She could get a better angle with Ange lying on her back. She placed her free hand on Angela's lower stomach and applied pressure. Angela gasped.
The pleasure was overwhelming. She had to release. She clawed at the table but it was too smooth. She reached above her head and dug her nails into the edge of the tabletop. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming.
Brennan pressed on. She thrust hard and fast. Over and over. Until finally Angela gave in. She screamed out Brennan's name as her body contracted.
She only thought she was done. Brennan laughed. She took off her own clothes as she lead Angela to the bedroom.
Brennan retrieved the strap-on from a box in the back of her closet. She fastened the harness and watched as Angela's eyes lit up with excitement.
Angela licked her lips. There was nothing hotter than when Brennan strapped it on. Angela knelt down and licked the tip of Brennan's hard cock. She moved her hand up and down as she sucked the tip. Her hand movements forced the strap between Brennan's legs to rub against her clit. It may not have been the same stimulation as a male, but it was as close as they were going to get.
Angela wasn’t the only one who loved it when Bren strapped it on. Brennan loved being able to feel masculine. She loved the power trip she got from having a penis. She had always been perplexed by men's constant desire to brag about their reproductive organs.
But now, she stood there with 10 inches of manly dick between her legs. At times like this she understood perfectly.
She sat on the edge of the bed and let Angela sit on her lap. Angela took a deep breath as she lowered herself onto Brennan's hardness.
Angela moved slowly up and down. Brennan did her best to sit still as Ange adjusted to her massive size. Yet as Angela rode her she lost her self-control. She thrust deep into Angela.
Angela moaned as her eyes rolled back. She pushed Brennan back on the bed and continued to ride her. Her legs straddling Brennan's hips, her hands massaging Brennan's breasts.
Angela was close to orgasm. Brennan thrust harder trying to make Angela climax.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. It was so surprising that Brennan flew up off the bed, thrusting so hard into Angela that she screaming out in pleasure and pain before dismounting and falling on the bed in an exhausted heap.
"Who the fuck could that be?" Brennan glanced at Angela, who was currently trying the catch her breath.
Another ear splitting bang on the door.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Brennan slipped on her robe and made her way to the door. "WHO IS IT!?"
She yelled over the obnoxious knocking.
The familiar voice of Jack Hodgins answered, "Let me in! NOW! BRENNAN I KNOW SHE'S IN THERE!"
Brennan cracked the door open. She kept the chain locked in case Hodgins tried to break the door in. She spoke to him from an inch between the door and the frame.
"Jack? What are you doing here?"
"She's here isn't she?!" His eyes were swollen from crying.
"Hodgins, look. We've all had a crazy day. Maybe we should talk about this after you've had some time to cool down."
"ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME!?" He was yelling. Definitely NOT cooling down.
Brennan unlocked the chain and let him in. She'd rather not have the entire building listening in on this argument.
Hodgins forced his way past her and into the living room. He glanced around for any sign of Angela. Brennan prayed that Angela would be fully dressed when she made her entrance. Dear God, let her be dressed! Jack had just noticed Brennan was in nothing but a bath robe. His face tightened.
"I don’t get what she sees in you!" Jack eyed Brennan up and down in a way which left her feeling violated.
She didn't respond. She didn’t know how. She often wondered the same question. Why her? Why did Angela love her? She thought about the obvious, but thought better of insulting Jack's love-making skills to his face.
"ANGELA?! Come out here! We're going to settle this. NOW!" He yelled toward the bedroom.
After a moment of rustling around Angela appeared in the doorway, fully dressed. Mind you she was in Brennan's clothes, but at least she was dressed. Point for her!
"Jack?" Angela burst out in tears, "Jack, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of th…."
"Save it. That's not why I'm here." Hodgins had his own agenda. "You say you love her. Fine. You say you want to be with her. Fine. But you come over here and tell me to my face that you don’t love me."
Angela hesitated. It wasn’t true. She did love him. But she loved Brennan as well. Her head was swimming. In front of her stood two people whom she loved and adored with all her heart. One, her fiancé, her future husband. The other, her lover, her best friend. She couldn’t choose. She had always debated on who she would pick if it came down to it and now she was being forced to make a decision.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew what she had to do.
"Hodgins…." Angela turned to her fiance. He was so sweet, so innocent. She felt so terrible for putting him through all of this.
"Look, I do love you Jack. I love you so much…" She continued searching for the right words.
"But, you love her more." Hodgins nodded towards Brennan.
Angela hated being pushed into a corner. If only she could make them both happy… she knew that wasn't an option.
"Can we just go home? And talk this out?" Hodgins was being surprisingly calm, considering.
Angela agreed this would be easier to do, if it was just the two of them. She hugged Brennan and kissed her cheek without Hodgins noticing.
Brennan watched her lover walk away along side Hodgins. She was almost sure that Angela was going to end things, but there was an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach.
What if she didn’t?
Author: Kit Givens
Disclaimer: Fox owns all rights. I am merely a fan of Bones, composing a work of fiction.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Brennan/Angela
Summary: Angela has to make an important choice that will end one of her relationships.
Warning: Femslash, Spoilers through S3, sex toys, angst
By the time Brennan arrived home Angela was on her third glass of wine. She opened the door in nothing but lacey lingerie. Brennan quickly shoved her inside before any of her neighbors saw.
"Ange, I know it's been a tough night. But maybe we should talk about this. I mean about what this means…for us…for you…for the Jeffersonian." Brennan set her bag down and poured herself a glass of wine.
"Bren! Comeee onnnn! I just want to forget about tonight..pleeeaassee??" Angela was a little more drunk than Brennan thought.
She chuckled to herself. It was like their first time all over again. They had been so drunk that night. She remembered how she swore it was the only time. And here they were almost a year later. Everything had come crashing down so quickly. Fucking mistletoe.
Brennan traced Angela's curves with her fingertips. Angela let out a gentle sigh. Her body trembled under Brennan's gentle touch.
Brennan teased her a bit, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her lips. She moved downward kissing her chest, everything except where Angela wanted it.
Angela became impatient, she pushed Brennan's head between her ample breasts. Brennan's tongue flickered over Ange's nipples. They became hard instantly. Angela moaned. She wanted more.
She grabbed Brennan's face and brought it to hers. Their lips met. Angela's fingers found her way to Brennan's pants. She managed to undo the button and zipper with one hand. She had plenty of practice by now.
Brennan lifted her onto the edge of the kitchen table. Her hands tightened around Angela's sculpted thighs. They continued to kiss as Angela's hand made it's way into Brennan's pants.
It was Brennan's turn to moan. Her head fell back as Angela stroked her sensitive clit. She got lost in the moment. She didn't mind giving Angela control for a while. It was nice for someone else to take the lead for once.
Angela let her fingers tease between Brennan's legs. She traced the outline of her lover's wet opening. She let one finger slip inside. Brennan was so loose for her, so wet.
Angela slipped another inside. She moved in and out slowly. Brennan let her hips move with Angela's movements.
Brennan couldn't take it anymore. She shoved Angela back on the table. She kneeled between Angela's legs and moved her thong to the side.
Brennan let her tongue lick Angela's soft skin. She tasted her sweetness. Tongue circling her tender folds, Angela let out a moan. Her hand, entangled in Brennan's hair, pulled her closer.
Brennan used her tongue to explore between Angela's legs. She was quite skilled with her tongue, and Angela let her know it.
"Fuck me, Tempe." Angela demanded.
Brennan thrust inside of Angela. Angela sat up on the table. The pleasure was too immense for her to take lying down.
Three fingers worked in tangent. In and out. Harder and faster with each thrust. Angela screaming out the entire time…. "More! More! More!"
Brennan did as she was told. She forced Angela back down. She could get a better angle with Ange lying on her back. She placed her free hand on Angela's lower stomach and applied pressure. Angela gasped.
The pleasure was overwhelming. She had to release. She clawed at the table but it was too smooth. She reached above her head and dug her nails into the edge of the tabletop. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming.
Brennan pressed on. She thrust hard and fast. Over and over. Until finally Angela gave in. She screamed out Brennan's name as her body contracted.
She only thought she was done. Brennan laughed. She took off her own clothes as she lead Angela to the bedroom.
Brennan retrieved the strap-on from a box in the back of her closet. She fastened the harness and watched as Angela's eyes lit up with excitement.
Angela licked her lips. There was nothing hotter than when Brennan strapped it on. Angela knelt down and licked the tip of Brennan's hard cock. She moved her hand up and down as she sucked the tip. Her hand movements forced the strap between Brennan's legs to rub against her clit. It may not have been the same stimulation as a male, but it was as close as they were going to get.
Angela wasn’t the only one who loved it when Bren strapped it on. Brennan loved being able to feel masculine. She loved the power trip she got from having a penis. She had always been perplexed by men's constant desire to brag about their reproductive organs.
But now, she stood there with 10 inches of manly dick between her legs. At times like this she understood perfectly.
She sat on the edge of the bed and let Angela sit on her lap. Angela took a deep breath as she lowered herself onto Brennan's hardness.
Angela moved slowly up and down. Brennan did her best to sit still as Ange adjusted to her massive size. Yet as Angela rode her she lost her self-control. She thrust deep into Angela.
Angela moaned as her eyes rolled back. She pushed Brennan back on the bed and continued to ride her. Her legs straddling Brennan's hips, her hands massaging Brennan's breasts.
Angela was close to orgasm. Brennan thrust harder trying to make Angela climax.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. It was so surprising that Brennan flew up off the bed, thrusting so hard into Angela that she screaming out in pleasure and pain before dismounting and falling on the bed in an exhausted heap.
"Who the fuck could that be?" Brennan glanced at Angela, who was currently trying the catch her breath.
Another ear splitting bang on the door.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Brennan slipped on her robe and made her way to the door. "WHO IS IT!?"
She yelled over the obnoxious knocking.
The familiar voice of Jack Hodgins answered, "Let me in! NOW! BRENNAN I KNOW SHE'S IN THERE!"
Brennan cracked the door open. She kept the chain locked in case Hodgins tried to break the door in. She spoke to him from an inch between the door and the frame.
"Jack? What are you doing here?"
"She's here isn't she?!" His eyes were swollen from crying.
"Hodgins, look. We've all had a crazy day. Maybe we should talk about this after you've had some time to cool down."
"ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME!?" He was yelling. Definitely NOT cooling down.
Brennan unlocked the chain and let him in. She'd rather not have the entire building listening in on this argument.
Hodgins forced his way past her and into the living room. He glanced around for any sign of Angela. Brennan prayed that Angela would be fully dressed when she made her entrance. Dear God, let her be dressed! Jack had just noticed Brennan was in nothing but a bath robe. His face tightened.
"I don’t get what she sees in you!" Jack eyed Brennan up and down in a way which left her feeling violated.
She didn't respond. She didn’t know how. She often wondered the same question. Why her? Why did Angela love her? She thought about the obvious, but thought better of insulting Jack's love-making skills to his face.
"ANGELA?! Come out here! We're going to settle this. NOW!" He yelled toward the bedroom.
After a moment of rustling around Angela appeared in the doorway, fully dressed. Mind you she was in Brennan's clothes, but at least she was dressed. Point for her!
"Jack?" Angela burst out in tears, "Jack, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of th…."
"Save it. That's not why I'm here." Hodgins had his own agenda. "You say you love her. Fine. You say you want to be with her. Fine. But you come over here and tell me to my face that you don’t love me."
Angela hesitated. It wasn’t true. She did love him. But she loved Brennan as well. Her head was swimming. In front of her stood two people whom she loved and adored with all her heart. One, her fiancé, her future husband. The other, her lover, her best friend. She couldn’t choose. She had always debated on who she would pick if it came down to it and now she was being forced to make a decision.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew what she had to do.
"Hodgins…." Angela turned to her fiance. He was so sweet, so innocent. She felt so terrible for putting him through all of this.
"Look, I do love you Jack. I love you so much…" She continued searching for the right words.
"But, you love her more." Hodgins nodded towards Brennan.
Angela hated being pushed into a corner. If only she could make them both happy… she knew that wasn't an option.
"Can we just go home? And talk this out?" Hodgins was being surprisingly calm, considering.
Angela agreed this would be easier to do, if it was just the two of them. She hugged Brennan and kissed her cheek without Hodgins noticing.
Brennan watched her lover walk away along side Hodgins. She was almost sure that Angela was going to end things, but there was an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach.
What if she didn’t?