Hodgela - Told You So - PG-13
Told You So
PG-13
Angela/Hodgins
Because the_odd_one and I were talking about how yummy TJ Thyne's arms are. :)
It was another fundraiser Goodman was forcing them to attend. Only this time, she'd managed to convince Hodgins to come since there would be no name tags involved and she promised he'd be able to hide out at the bar and drink free booze all night. Actually, Goodman had made it very clear that there was no getting out of this one, and she'd tried to soften the blow.
Things were going great for Hodgins, no one seemed to take notice of who he was, but Angela was beginning to see why he disliked 'the ruling elite.'
If she had to listen to one more Have you ever been on a yacht? pick up lines, she was pretty sure she was going to scream. It also didn't help matters that every woman here seemed to be either more plastic then flesh and botoxed within an inch of their lives or ancient and snobby beyond all reason.
She'd finally had enough when one of the aforementioned 'elite' kept asking her why she hadn't gone to an ivy league school. "Really, you didn't? How quaint."
She grit her teeth, hoping it passed for a smile and quickly made her way toward the alcohol.
Hodgins seemed to have staked out a permanent spot, leaning against the bar and fiddling with his drink. "Having fun yet?" He smirked when he saw her.
Angela ignored him. "Rum and Coke. Hold the Coke." She told the bar tender.
"Woah, Angela...what's wrong?" He asked as she downed her drink in one gulp.
She turned to him and tried to smile, she really did, but all she wanted to do was cry. "I'm leaving." And with that she spun around and made her way toward the huge french doors that meant freedom, trying to pretend she didn't hear him calling her name.
She rushed outside, not even bothering to stop and get the wrap she'd checked, and shivered when the chilly air hit her bare shoulders. She stepped out onto the balcony, and that's about as far as she got because Hodgins caught up to her and wrapped his arms about her waist to keep her from running away even more.
Angela liked the feeling of his arms around her. The faint scratch of his beard along her shoulder. The way his breath came in warm puffs against her neck. She liked the feeling of being held by him, but that didn't stop her from struggling to be free.
"Just let me go, Jack." She pleaded. "I can't take this stupid party for another minute."
He only held her tighter, keeping her from rushing across the balcony and down the stone steps to the parking lot. "Listen, Angela...you're the one that talked me into coming to this stupid party and I'm not letting you desert me."
She slumped against him, glad his arms stayed where they were, he was strong and practically the only thing holding her up. "No one understands." She sighed.
"What?"
"It's like you said. Those people...they just want to mingle with the scientists." She answered with a frown. "They think that because they give us all this money they own us somehow. They don't care about what we're doing, they just care about whether or not their donations are tax deductible and-"
She stopped when she felt the soft press of his lips against her cheek. A moment later Hodgins' low voice murmured in her ear. "I love a woman who can rant."
Angela laughed and it felt good because she hadn't done it all night and partly because he was the one that had finally made her do it. She could feel herself blush, a trail of heat across her face and down her neck, her dress doing little to cover up the splotch of red spreading across her chest.
Hodgins kept his mouth against her skin and her eyes fluttered closed.
"I'm glad you're not like them." She said softly.
The music was faint, but it drifted out to find the two of them. Eventually she felt him start to sway and started to think that maybe the night hadn't been totally ruined.
PG-13
Angela/Hodgins
Because the_odd_one and I were talking about how yummy TJ Thyne's arms are. :)
It was another fundraiser Goodman was forcing them to attend. Only this time, she'd managed to convince Hodgins to come since there would be no name tags involved and she promised he'd be able to hide out at the bar and drink free booze all night. Actually, Goodman had made it very clear that there was no getting out of this one, and she'd tried to soften the blow.
Things were going great for Hodgins, no one seemed to take notice of who he was, but Angela was beginning to see why he disliked 'the ruling elite.'
If she had to listen to one more Have you ever been on a yacht? pick up lines, she was pretty sure she was going to scream. It also didn't help matters that every woman here seemed to be either more plastic then flesh and botoxed within an inch of their lives or ancient and snobby beyond all reason.
She'd finally had enough when one of the aforementioned 'elite' kept asking her why she hadn't gone to an ivy league school. "Really, you didn't? How quaint."
She grit her teeth, hoping it passed for a smile and quickly made her way toward the alcohol.
Hodgins seemed to have staked out a permanent spot, leaning against the bar and fiddling with his drink. "Having fun yet?" He smirked when he saw her.
Angela ignored him. "Rum and Coke. Hold the Coke." She told the bar tender.
"Woah, Angela...what's wrong?" He asked as she downed her drink in one gulp.
She turned to him and tried to smile, she really did, but all she wanted to do was cry. "I'm leaving." And with that she spun around and made her way toward the huge french doors that meant freedom, trying to pretend she didn't hear him calling her name.
She rushed outside, not even bothering to stop and get the wrap she'd checked, and shivered when the chilly air hit her bare shoulders. She stepped out onto the balcony, and that's about as far as she got because Hodgins caught up to her and wrapped his arms about her waist to keep her from running away even more.
Angela liked the feeling of his arms around her. The faint scratch of his beard along her shoulder. The way his breath came in warm puffs against her neck. She liked the feeling of being held by him, but that didn't stop her from struggling to be free.
"Just let me go, Jack." She pleaded. "I can't take this stupid party for another minute."
He only held her tighter, keeping her from rushing across the balcony and down the stone steps to the parking lot. "Listen, Angela...you're the one that talked me into coming to this stupid party and I'm not letting you desert me."
She slumped against him, glad his arms stayed where they were, he was strong and practically the only thing holding her up. "No one understands." She sighed.
"What?"
"It's like you said. Those people...they just want to mingle with the scientists." She answered with a frown. "They think that because they give us all this money they own us somehow. They don't care about what we're doing, they just care about whether or not their donations are tax deductible and-"
She stopped when she felt the soft press of his lips against her cheek. A moment later Hodgins' low voice murmured in her ear. "I love a woman who can rant."
Angela laughed and it felt good because she hadn't done it all night and partly because he was the one that had finally made her do it. She could feel herself blush, a trail of heat across her face and down her neck, her dress doing little to cover up the splotch of red spreading across her chest.
Hodgins kept his mouth against her skin and her eyes fluttered closed.
"I'm glad you're not like them." She said softly.
The music was faint, but it drifted out to find the two of them. Eventually she felt him start to sway and started to think that maybe the night hadn't been totally ruined.