fic: interlude
Title: Interlude
Pairing: Bones/Hodgins
Spoilers: Maybe the Knight on the Grid, but that's a stretch
Raiting: R
Disclaimer: Oh, Hart Hanson, the naughty, naughty things I'm gonna do with your copyrighted ideas....
X-posted FREAKING EVERYWHERE
Dr. Brennan is cold. Light from overhead bounces off the steel table and bathes her face in blue tones, making her look positively robotic. She’s concentrating and calculating and her face gives nothing away and she’s very, very cold.
Hodgins thinks she’s enjoying herself.
“Did you need something?” He’s standing a few feet away from her. She didn’t hear the sound of his key-card when he entered the platform and she’s just registering his presence.
“If I start the test now, it’s going to take at least two hours for the reaction to occur.”
“Alright.” She doesn’t get it.
“I have a date. If I do it now, I’ll miss it. Or, I can get here first thing in the morning.” They’d been doing this all night. Cam had left him at her disposal. After each identification, each experiment, he’d dropped another hint. Each time, she didn’t get it, so now he’s putting all his cards on the table.
“We’re so close, Hodgins. I’d hate to give up.”
“We’re not giving up. I just… I don’t want to reschedule. None of this stuff is going anywhere.”
She examines him like he’s one who’s cold. “You’d rather go on a date than find out who murdered this little girl?”
Of course she wouldn’t understand. There’s nowhere else she’d rather be. But why should he have to suffer for her social ineptitude? Why should she be allowed to make him feel guilty about wanting to be alive? “Yes. Normal people would rather go out on dates than work eighteen hour days in a room full of corpses. Cut the pathos, Dr. Brennan.”
Her expression doesn’t change, but she knows what he’s implying. She’s heard it too many times. “I’m still your superior, Hodgins.” Her scalpel slips from her hand and slices through her glove. “But you can go.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“What?”
“You’re bleeding.” He moves over to her, grabs some gauze on his way over and pulls off her glove. She looks down as if she’s just noticing that she has hands. “Oh.” He watches her face for a change in demeanor. The cut isn’t deep enough for stitches, but it looks painful. She watches it bleed the way she’d look into a microscope.
“Dr. Brennan?” She looks up. “Is everything alright?” He starts wrapping the gauze around her hand.
“I’m just tired. I should’ve been more careful.”
“Why don’t you go home and get some sleep?”
“I can’t.” She notices her hand now. Her breath catches.
“Yes, you can. You don’t have to solve this murder all by yourself.”
“I know.”
He still has her hand between both of his. He looks at her like she’s Temperance Brennan. “Why can’t you go to sleep?”
“I just can’t.” She tries to tug her hand away. He holds it tightly and she gasps in pain.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry, Dr. Brennan.” He lets go and she hugs it to her chest, her eyes dampening.
“Hayley’s dead.”
Hayley? Hodgins wonders. The girl on the table is Alice.
“She wasn’t my niece yet, but Russ was going to marry her mother. I would’ve been an aunt.”
“Dr. Brennan-“
“Don’t you have a date?”
He’s speechless. He does have a date, and it’s more important than the girl on the table because he’s alive and he can leave whenever he wants, but Dr. Brennan can’t go home. “I’ll reschedule.”
“I don’t want you to. I’ll be fine.” She looks up at him with wide eyes like a child asking why the sky is blue. She’s going to work until she passes out because she can’t sleep and there’s no one to stay with her, and there never has been, and she wouldn’t know what to do if there were. He kisses her.
Her eyes are still wide. She still holds her bleeding hand against her chest. He pulls her hands away and raises them around his neck. He grabs her hips and pulls them against his. He kisses her again and doesn’t stop this time. He hears her whimper and sucks on her bottom lip. He flips her around and backs her up against one of the counters.
She’s softer than she looks. She responds as quickly as anyone he’s been with, but she’s less demanding, even submissive. She lets him guide her. Her sighs are almost surprised. He’s firm with her, setting the pace, touching what he wants to, giving her no warning before he starts undressing her.
He removes only the clothing he needs to and he takes her slowly, enjoying her, making her enjoy him. He wants her to feel him, wants to make her moan, loves the sound of his whispered name on her lips, a good octave higher than normal, right before she comes.
His phone rings.
“Oh, God.” Brennan grabs her lab coat and holds it against her like a barrier. “Your date.”
He takes it from her and wraps it around her shoulders. “Let me make breakfast for you tomorrow. We’ll call it even.”
“Breakfast?”
“I’m going to ask you to sleep over and I’m assuming you’ll say yes, so yeah, breakfast.”
She doesn’t smile, but she reaches up and kisses him. She doesn’t say no.
Pairing: Bones/Hodgins
Spoilers: Maybe the Knight on the Grid, but that's a stretch
Raiting: R
Disclaimer: Oh, Hart Hanson, the naughty, naughty things I'm gonna do with your copyrighted ideas....
X-posted FREAKING EVERYWHERE
Dr. Brennan is cold. Light from overhead bounces off the steel table and bathes her face in blue tones, making her look positively robotic. She’s concentrating and calculating and her face gives nothing away and she’s very, very cold.
Hodgins thinks she’s enjoying herself.
“Did you need something?” He’s standing a few feet away from her. She didn’t hear the sound of his key-card when he entered the platform and she’s just registering his presence.
“If I start the test now, it’s going to take at least two hours for the reaction to occur.”
“Alright.” She doesn’t get it.
“I have a date. If I do it now, I’ll miss it. Or, I can get here first thing in the morning.” They’d been doing this all night. Cam had left him at her disposal. After each identification, each experiment, he’d dropped another hint. Each time, she didn’t get it, so now he’s putting all his cards on the table.
“We’re so close, Hodgins. I’d hate to give up.”
“We’re not giving up. I just… I don’t want to reschedule. None of this stuff is going anywhere.”
She examines him like he’s one who’s cold. “You’d rather go on a date than find out who murdered this little girl?”
Of course she wouldn’t understand. There’s nowhere else she’d rather be. But why should he have to suffer for her social ineptitude? Why should she be allowed to make him feel guilty about wanting to be alive? “Yes. Normal people would rather go out on dates than work eighteen hour days in a room full of corpses. Cut the pathos, Dr. Brennan.”
Her expression doesn’t change, but she knows what he’s implying. She’s heard it too many times. “I’m still your superior, Hodgins.” Her scalpel slips from her hand and slices through her glove. “But you can go.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“What?”
“You’re bleeding.” He moves over to her, grabs some gauze on his way over and pulls off her glove. She looks down as if she’s just noticing that she has hands. “Oh.” He watches her face for a change in demeanor. The cut isn’t deep enough for stitches, but it looks painful. She watches it bleed the way she’d look into a microscope.
“Dr. Brennan?” She looks up. “Is everything alright?” He starts wrapping the gauze around her hand.
“I’m just tired. I should’ve been more careful.”
“Why don’t you go home and get some sleep?”
“I can’t.” She notices her hand now. Her breath catches.
“Yes, you can. You don’t have to solve this murder all by yourself.”
“I know.”
He still has her hand between both of his. He looks at her like she’s Temperance Brennan. “Why can’t you go to sleep?”
“I just can’t.” She tries to tug her hand away. He holds it tightly and she gasps in pain.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry, Dr. Brennan.” He lets go and she hugs it to her chest, her eyes dampening.
“Hayley’s dead.”
Hayley? Hodgins wonders. The girl on the table is Alice.
“She wasn’t my niece yet, but Russ was going to marry her mother. I would’ve been an aunt.”
“Dr. Brennan-“
“Don’t you have a date?”
He’s speechless. He does have a date, and it’s more important than the girl on the table because he’s alive and he can leave whenever he wants, but Dr. Brennan can’t go home. “I’ll reschedule.”
“I don’t want you to. I’ll be fine.” She looks up at him with wide eyes like a child asking why the sky is blue. She’s going to work until she passes out because she can’t sleep and there’s no one to stay with her, and there never has been, and she wouldn’t know what to do if there were. He kisses her.
Her eyes are still wide. She still holds her bleeding hand against her chest. He pulls her hands away and raises them around his neck. He grabs her hips and pulls them against his. He kisses her again and doesn’t stop this time. He hears her whimper and sucks on her bottom lip. He flips her around and backs her up against one of the counters.
She’s softer than she looks. She responds as quickly as anyone he’s been with, but she’s less demanding, even submissive. She lets him guide her. Her sighs are almost surprised. He’s firm with her, setting the pace, touching what he wants to, giving her no warning before he starts undressing her.
He removes only the clothing he needs to and he takes her slowly, enjoying her, making her enjoy him. He wants her to feel him, wants to make her moan, loves the sound of his whispered name on her lips, a good octave higher than normal, right before she comes.
His phone rings.
“Oh, God.” Brennan grabs her lab coat and holds it against her like a barrier. “Your date.”
He takes it from her and wraps it around her shoulders. “Let me make breakfast for you tomorrow. We’ll call it even.”
“Breakfast?”
“I’m going to ask you to sleep over and I’m assuming you’ll say yes, so yeah, breakfast.”
She doesn’t smile, but she reaches up and kisses him. She doesn’t say no.