Chapstick
Title: Chapstick
Author: xoxbreyoxo
Summary: Angela finally convinced Brennan to go out again…
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just like to play!
Rating: PG 13? Idk
Setting: “the morning after”
Spoilers: none
A/N: I’ve had the song on repeat and yeah, this happened. Unbetaed, sorry. Enjoy. Or not. Just comment and let me know :D
Temperance Brennan was giddy. Logically she knew this was her body’s biological response to the excessive amounts of alcohol she had consumed in addition to the endorphins rushing through her system after the last hour on the dance floor with Angela, Hodgins and Booth. Illogically, she was more than pleased to ignore the scientific explanations as her partner threaded his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck.
As she ground her hips harder against the FBI agent, Temperance swiped her tongue along her lip. She closed her eyes and smiled wide as she tasted the remnants of the chapstick and tequila left on her kiss swollen mouth.
~*~*~*~
Temperance Brennan was hung over. Worse than that, she couldn’t get the pulsing beat leftover from some song the night before out of her head. Swallowing a palm full of aspirin, she gulped down her too-strong coffee in a weak attempt to clear her mind before entering the Jeffersonian.
The sound of toe tapping in her office alerted the woman to her partner’s presence and her mind wandered back to the feel of him pressed against her the night before. Lost in thought, it took a third “Bones?!” for her to realize Booth was talking.
“What?” The brilliant woman asked as his words flew over her head again.
“I said, you look almost as good as you did last night, Bones.” The agent repeated as he pulled her tight against his body and nuzzled in her neck.
“You. Happy. It’s magical,” he breathed against her collarbone. “All soft skin. So touchable,” she felt it, a whisper just below her ear. “And those red lips. So kissable,” he finished as Temperance rose to her toes, closing the distance between their lips, both of them moaning quietly.
Seeley let out a grunt as Brennan’s nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and was about to pull hers over her head when the click of Angela’s heel’s on the tile had them flying apart.
“Sorry to interrupt, Sweetie. But have you seen my chapstick? I think I stuck it in your purse last night but I don’t remember…”