B is for Bamboozle
Author: ae
Fandom: Bones
Claim: Angela/Brennan
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Brennan barely registered the whine of her front door; she laid curled in bed under a layer of thin coverlet, sweltering despite the chill of the room. Angela dropped the spare key on Brennan's table on her way to the bedroom, the bag of Chinese takeout crinkling in her hand. She pushed the door open and there was Brennan, looking like complete hell, looking completely beautiful. Angela glanced away for a split second, but it was enough for Brennan to notice.
"Sorry you have to see me like this. I really appreciate you bringing soup."
"It's not every day someone gets to take care of you," Angela replied with a smile as Brennan dug into the paper bag. Angela went into the adjoining bathroom and pulled a clean washcloth from the lower cabinet. She soaked it with cool water and walked back into the bedroom to find Brennan slurping hot and sour from an oversized Chinese spoon.
Angela sat, her hip pressing warmly against Brennan's. She took the soup and spoon away, folded the damp fabric and brushed it across her boss's forehead gently. Brennan’s eyes questioned as Angela dragged the cloth down the tender flesh of Brennan's neck, then along her collarbone. The question became irrelevant and her eyes slipped closed. Angela took advantage of the moment and placed the softest kiss against the corner of Brennan's mouth.
Jolted, Brennan opened her eyes and Angela smiled, a complicated twinkle in her gaze, both nurse and predator.
"Feel better, sweetheart.”
Fandom: Bones
Claim: Angela/Brennan
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Brennan barely registered the whine of her front door; she laid curled in bed under a layer of thin coverlet, sweltering despite the chill of the room. Angela dropped the spare key on Brennan's table on her way to the bedroom, the bag of Chinese takeout crinkling in her hand. She pushed the door open and there was Brennan, looking like complete hell, looking completely beautiful. Angela glanced away for a split second, but it was enough for Brennan to notice.
"Sorry you have to see me like this. I really appreciate you bringing soup."
"It's not every day someone gets to take care of you," Angela replied with a smile as Brennan dug into the paper bag. Angela went into the adjoining bathroom and pulled a clean washcloth from the lower cabinet. She soaked it with cool water and walked back into the bedroom to find Brennan slurping hot and sour from an oversized Chinese spoon.
Angela sat, her hip pressing warmly against Brennan's. She took the soup and spoon away, folded the damp fabric and brushed it across her boss's forehead gently. Brennan’s eyes questioned as Angela dragged the cloth down the tender flesh of Brennan's neck, then along her collarbone. The question became irrelevant and her eyes slipped closed. Angela took advantage of the moment and placed the softest kiss against the corner of Brennan's mouth.
Jolted, Brennan opened her eyes and Angela smiled, a complicated twinkle in her gaze, both nurse and predator.
"Feel better, sweetheart.”