fic: dynamic
Title: Dynamic
Pairing: Angela/Brennan
Spoilers: The Salt in the Wounds
Raiting: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only own these people in my head, and I make them do things in there. ;)
“What makes a man attractive to a woman?”
“I don’t understand the question.” Angela placed a marker on the skull in front of her and wondered why she wasn’t the one creating the distractions.
“What is it about a man that makes a woman want him?” Brennan puzzled together a skeleton while Angela bent over a table in the corner of the work station, pretending to try to concentrate. Some days, in her heart, she felt the importance of her work. Other days, she needed her head to remind her because placing markers was completely uninteresting.
She gave up the pretense of working and turned in her chair. “Shouldn’t I be asking the hard questions? You already think you know the answer, anyway… chemical reactions or pheromones or something.”
“Yes, those things play an important role, along with physical compatibility and common goals and interests. But I guess what I’m asking is what is it about men that women find attractive?”
Angela smirked. “You’re not questioning your sexuality.” It was almost a statement.
“No, of course not. I’m just wondering how you can end a relationship with a woman and then have sex with a man in a twenty four hour period. I understand that sexuality is a dynamic process, but most people don’t go through the process so… quickly, I guess.”
“I thought you approved of my recent excursions to the basement.”
“The basement, Ange? The are some very valuable artifacts down there.”
“Don’t shine a black light on them.”
Brennan forgot she was holding a metacarpal in her hand as she spoke, inadvertently punctuating her sentences with it as she gestured. “I approved before, but I don’t anymore. Why can’t you have sex in the elevator like Aerosmidt?”
“Aerosmith, sweetie,” Angela replied. “It’s Aerosmith. And I’ve gone through the process and realized that I have a big heart. It’d be a shame not to share it with lots of very attractive people.”
“Right. I get it.” Brennan put down the bone and began arranging fingers.
“No, you don’t. That’s your ‘I don’t know what that means’ face. Come on, Bren. You went through the same process I did. I mean, you went to college.”
“I don’t see what my education has to do with this discussion.”
“College? Sororities? Experimentation?”
Brennan looked up from her John Doe. “Not everyone who goes to college experiments with bisexuality.”
“Fluidity.”
“Semantics. And no, I didn’t go through that process. My process was equally as exciting, but it only involved men, so I’m just wondering why my process wasn’t so… dynamic.”
Angela stood, sliding the chair sideways and stepping over to Brennan’s table. “Didn’t you ever let a girlfriend get you drunk at a party?”
“I don’t understand-“
“Let her get you drunk and try something? Maybe kiss, maybe touch a little… not once?” Angela walked around the table to Brennan’s side. “Weren’t you curious? Or did you get too nervous?”
Brennan turned to face Angela. “I’ve always been extremely confident during my sexual encounters.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
Angela slipped her hand inside Brennan’s lab coat, encircled her waist underneath it and took a step closer until they were almost touching. Then, she reached up and touched the side of her face. “Wanna try it?”
“I don’t know.”
Ange leaned forward. She held her breath. Any minute now, she could start giggling and give Brennan the location of a pick-up joint if she was still interested, or she could just shout “gotcha!” Either one would be far more rational and probably more up Bren’s ally.
She wondered why the scientist was still there, but she was, so Angela stopped worrying about it and closed her mouth around Brennan’s top lip, sucking on it lightly before moving to the bottom one, making it swell and blush with the attention, then opening her mouth to taste it, tasting Brennan’s tongue, going deeper and moving closer until their breasts and toes touched.
Then she let go. “Well? You’ve started the process. What do you think?”
“It’s… it’s a dynamic… you can’t just… gender roles are… dynamic….”
“Uh huh. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie. John Doe’s not going anywhere.”
“Uh huh,” Brennan replied. “Sure. I’ll just be here. Processing.”
end
Pairing: Angela/Brennan
Spoilers: The Salt in the Wounds
Raiting: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only own these people in my head, and I make them do things in there. ;)
“What makes a man attractive to a woman?”
“I don’t understand the question.” Angela placed a marker on the skull in front of her and wondered why she wasn’t the one creating the distractions.
“What is it about a man that makes a woman want him?” Brennan puzzled together a skeleton while Angela bent over a table in the corner of the work station, pretending to try to concentrate. Some days, in her heart, she felt the importance of her work. Other days, she needed her head to remind her because placing markers was completely uninteresting.
She gave up the pretense of working and turned in her chair. “Shouldn’t I be asking the hard questions? You already think you know the answer, anyway… chemical reactions or pheromones or something.”
“Yes, those things play an important role, along with physical compatibility and common goals and interests. But I guess what I’m asking is what is it about men that women find attractive?”
Angela smirked. “You’re not questioning your sexuality.” It was almost a statement.
“No, of course not. I’m just wondering how you can end a relationship with a woman and then have sex with a man in a twenty four hour period. I understand that sexuality is a dynamic process, but most people don’t go through the process so… quickly, I guess.”
“I thought you approved of my recent excursions to the basement.”
“The basement, Ange? The are some very valuable artifacts down there.”
“Don’t shine a black light on them.”
Brennan forgot she was holding a metacarpal in her hand as she spoke, inadvertently punctuating her sentences with it as she gestured. “I approved before, but I don’t anymore. Why can’t you have sex in the elevator like Aerosmidt?”
“Aerosmith, sweetie,” Angela replied. “It’s Aerosmith. And I’ve gone through the process and realized that I have a big heart. It’d be a shame not to share it with lots of very attractive people.”
“Right. I get it.” Brennan put down the bone and began arranging fingers.
“No, you don’t. That’s your ‘I don’t know what that means’ face. Come on, Bren. You went through the same process I did. I mean, you went to college.”
“I don’t see what my education has to do with this discussion.”
“College? Sororities? Experimentation?”
Brennan looked up from her John Doe. “Not everyone who goes to college experiments with bisexuality.”
“Fluidity.”
“Semantics. And no, I didn’t go through that process. My process was equally as exciting, but it only involved men, so I’m just wondering why my process wasn’t so… dynamic.”
Angela stood, sliding the chair sideways and stepping over to Brennan’s table. “Didn’t you ever let a girlfriend get you drunk at a party?”
“I don’t understand-“
“Let her get you drunk and try something? Maybe kiss, maybe touch a little… not once?” Angela walked around the table to Brennan’s side. “Weren’t you curious? Or did you get too nervous?”
Brennan turned to face Angela. “I’ve always been extremely confident during my sexual encounters.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
Angela slipped her hand inside Brennan’s lab coat, encircled her waist underneath it and took a step closer until they were almost touching. Then, she reached up and touched the side of her face. “Wanna try it?”
“I don’t know.”
Ange leaned forward. She held her breath. Any minute now, she could start giggling and give Brennan the location of a pick-up joint if she was still interested, or she could just shout “gotcha!” Either one would be far more rational and probably more up Bren’s ally.
She wondered why the scientist was still there, but she was, so Angela stopped worrying about it and closed her mouth around Brennan’s top lip, sucking on it lightly before moving to the bottom one, making it swell and blush with the attention, then opening her mouth to taste it, tasting Brennan’s tongue, going deeper and moving closer until their breasts and toes touched.
Then she let go. “Well? You’ve started the process. What do you think?”
“It’s… it’s a dynamic… you can’t just… gender roles are… dynamic….”
“Uh huh. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie. John Doe’s not going anywhere.”
“Uh huh,” Brennan replied. “Sure. I’ll just be here. Processing.”
end