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Brennan was looking over some remains from the fifteenth century that had just been shipped to the lab- she'd impatiently been waiting to receive them for months, and she very well intended on spending her evening working on them. She was studying the skull, filing away the trauma that had been inflicted upon it- signs of perimortem trauma to the left side of the parietal bone- when Angela stalked into the platform, looking oddly agitated. Brennan looked up, setting the skull down on the observation table and taking off her gloves with a snap.

"Ange?" She barely had the time to ask, before Angela grabbed her arm and pulled her into her office despite Brennan's protests. All Brennan could do was stare in confusion at her best friend as she was essentially being dragged around the platform- however, she knew better by now than to try and stop Angela. Her friend was the definition of an 'unstoppable force'- although, in this scenario, Brennan would be an 'immovable object'- she was a force to be reckoned with, something Brennan always greatly admired. Angela was like a breath of fresh air. Brennan had never had many friends to begin with, if any: she was friendly enough with some of her fellow colleagues at the Jeffersonian, but people often seemed to be put off by her abrasive nature, and, while she knew the painful sting of rejection to be fleeting, she still felt oddly uncomfortable in some social settings. But with Angela, there's been none of that- they'd clicked instantly, Angela finding Brennan's directness quote endearing, and they'd completed each other ever since.

Angela sent Brennan a warning look and sighed, “Sweetie, you're not going to spend the best night of the week locked away in your lab,” she told Brennan, who raised an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to respond, but Angela was quicker- she raised her finger to Brennan's mouth, wagging it while shaking her head, narrowing her eyes, “At least, not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Ange, I really don't see why not,” Brennan answered, crossing her arms. She had no problem with working on Friday nights, but Angela would often encourage her to go out: “Whatever happened to TGIF?” she'd tell Brennan, wiggling her eyebrows at her and flaunting the benefits of having one too many Old Fashioned with her best friend every once in a while, and when it wasn't that, they'd spend the evening sipping on wine while watching a movie at one of their places. While she did not mind a lot of the time- after all, it did feel good to let loose every once in a while, she had really been looking forward to working on those remains. Angela sensed her hesitation, and tilted her head at her, pursing her lips. While Brennan knew she 'stunk at non-verbal communication'- those had been Booth's exact words-, somehow she could read Angela like an open book. Everything was so much simpler when it came to her. “Work is the most appropriate way to spend my time," she simply said.

“I don't think so,” Angela answered, grabbing Brennan's hands, silently begging her to look her in the eye. She looked into those warm brown eyes, and immediately felt every bit of remaining resolve she had melt away. “We're going out,” she added, coming up behind Brennan and trying to remove her lab coat. She tried not to let the other woman's touch affect her- but Angela's hand was warm on her shoulder, her fingertips lightly brushing against her clavicle, and, well, Brennan was only on human. She could feel Angela's breath hot on her neck, and she felt her heart leaping out of her chest. Brennan nearly jumped away, but caught herself in time, and instead just took a step forward and turned around, glaring at her friend. She was brought back to reality as soon as she'd been pulled out of it.

“Angela..." She pleaded, although she was not sure what for, "I have work to do..." she said, her voice trailing off as she slid her lab coat sleeves back over her shoulder.

“Come on,” Angela said, smiling softly at her friend, seemingly unaware of the effect she had on her, “Let's celebrate you getting rid of David! What a fucking loser,” she exclaimed, shaking her head, before pausing for a second. “We really need to stop dating those assholes, by the way. Another reason to rejoice and get drunk, I guess. Glug glug woo hoo, you know?”

Brennan squinted at her friend, confusion etched on her features, “I really don't see how the termination of a relationship is anything worth celebrating.”

“Honey...” Angela said, “He was literally a cult recruiter- not celebrating you picking up on clues and dumping his ass would be a waste of booze. Besides, if Booth is off doing the dance with no pants with Cam and Zack with Hodgins, I think we deserve our fun... Don't you?” She said, softly stroking Brennan's arm. “You're not gonna let me get wine-drunk in my apartment by myself, are you?” She pouted, “I'll make sure to leave you a gazillion drunk voicemails if you do.”

“Fine, Ange...” She sighed, finally giving in. She could always come back the next day to work on those remains, assuming she wouldn't be too hungover from spending the night downing shots of Tequila- or well, maybe not that. Tequila always made her feel particularly libidinous, and she wouldn't want a repeat of the time she and Booth had gotten it on in a dark alley next to the bar they'd spent the evening in. Although she'd have to admit she probably would not mind a repeat of it with Angela. Her face flushed crimson at the idea, and she tried to keep it together in front of the other woman. 

Angela simply squealed, clasping her fingers together and flashing her a pearly grin, causing Brennan's heart rate to pick up again. “I know this awesome club that recently opened, and we're definitely gonna get everyone to buy us drinks because we're hotties and men are desperate.”

"I'm not sure I know what a hottie is," Brennan furrowed her brows, before chuckling- she still wasn't familiar with a lot of colloquialisms, and even though she was learning, her steep learning curve seemed to be of no help when it came to these things. “But I guess why not,” she said, shedding off her lab coat.

“Now,” Angela squealed again, biting her lip, and for a second Brennan wondered what it would be like if Angela bit hers. Her mind reeled at the thought, and she chastised herself for having such thoughts. “Let’s get some liquid courage in you,” she said, stretching out her arm and wiggling her fingers.

“Courage is a character trait and therefore cannot be liquified or drank, Ange,” she answered, bemused at her friend's phrasing, before slipping her hand in hers and intertwining their fingers, “But I’ll gladly come with you,” she said, flashing her a smile.

“Yeah, well, honey, it might as well be- also, I totally need to tell you about the time I got drunk in high school and tried to hotwire a car, by the way. Not my proudest moment, but it makes for one hell of a story to tell.”

**

“This is going great,” Angela shouted at Brennan over the loud dance music, before taking a sip of the Long Island Iced Tea a very eager man graciously paid for. She didn't seem afraid of spilling it all over herself, despite the fact that she was way too many drinks in to be able to both move on the dancefloor and hold on to it without an accident occurring. Brennan could barely hear herself think, so she leaned in even closer. The two were now extremely close, and Angela had one hand on Brennan's hip, while Brennan had hers wrapped around Angela's neck- and while Brennan was not sure that whatever they were doing could be qualified as dancing- after all, Brennan has never been much of a dancer, being too awkward to ever get a move right, but the whole thing still felt oddly intimate. Brennan felt glad that the place was dark and the lighting low, because it meant Angela couldn't see the flush that spread across her chest, although she knew she could simply blame it on the ethanol. Still, she blamed her blood flow for betraying her like that.

“I concur,” Brennan shouted back, letting out a loud giggle and nodding one too many times for a sober person, “This is fun!"

Her mind was completely clouded by then, and finally- three cocktails and a few shots of various alcohols in, she decided Tequila wasn't such a bad idea after all. After all, there was nothing wrong with feeling overly titillated every once in a while, she reasoned with herself. Even if it was for her best friend- although she knew she was just looking for something to blame her thoughts on.

“Mhhh,” Angela simply nodded, her sight focusing on someone that was behind Brennan. She stared, slightly tilting her head, and she licked her lips. Brennan tried to control her breathing, but thoughts of Angela pinning her against the wall and licking her lips plagued her mind. “You know what... Or rather who I want to do?”

Brennan laughed, untangling her arms from Angela's neck, ignoring the slight sting she felt at the idea of Angela taking someone home, “Who do you want to do?” She asked, turning around and trying to catch whoever had piqued Angela's interest.

“See that red-haired cutie, the one in that strapless blue dress," she slurred against Brennan's ear, who felt goosebumps at the proximity, "The one right behind you... I really wanna go to town on her, you know?” she said, biting her straw and staring at her as if trying to get her to look her way, before averting her gaze to Brennan again, “Like, climb her like a fucking tree or something. I think she'd look great on my wall.”

Brennan tried to laugh at her friend's joke, hiding the pang of jealousy in her stomach, “I didn't know you were a homosexual. From what I've gathered, you seemed to lead a... pretty heterosexual lifestyle.”

“Well, more like bisexual- women are way too hot for me not to be attracted to them. Plus,” she slurred a little, “What if I like to fuck women and men? And anyone in between? Who cares? It's fucking 2006, man,” she rolled her eyes.

“That's understandable,” Brennan said, shrugging, “Besides, I find women very attractive as well... Women are fluoride atoms, and I'm just an electron in a covalent polarized bond..,” she stopped herself, giggling at her analogy, “But, just like you I've never felt the need to tell anyone. It's feels very stupid.” While she'd known she liked women since high school- her first crush had been on one of her classmates, Eve Whittaker, the captain of the volleyball team: Eve was tall, pretty, and wicked fast on the field, as well as extremely skilled in math. Brennan hadn't stayed long enough in that high school to befriend her, but the way the blood rushed to her cheeks and her heartbeat quickened whenever she saw her had been enough proof- she'd never told anyone. She wasn't ashamed by any means- she'd always been very secure in her sexuality, but she'd just never felt the need to tell people.

Angela's eyes widened, and she smacked Brennan in the shoulder, spilling her drink all over her hand in the process. Brennan winced in pain and furrowed her eyebrows. Angela rolled her eyes at her wasted drink, setting the glass down on the closest table. “Dude,” she said, her jaw hanging open for a few seconds, “And you never told me that?”

“I believe I just did, Ange,” she chuckled.

Angela smirked at Brennan, "Alright smartypants,” She said in a low voice, her face inching closer to Brennan's, until Brennan could feel Angela's hot breath on her mouth. By instinct, she put her hands on Angela's hips, pulling her flush body against hers. It didn't leave much to the imagination, and while Brennan couldn't see much of what was happening, she still felt incredibly aroused by the feeling of Angela against her.

Angela linked her arms behind Brennan's neck, and brushed her lips against hers. “Do you feel anything when I do this?”

“I...” Brennan said, swallowing a non-existent lump in her throat. There was no point in lying. She took a deep breath as Angela's eyes bore deep into her soul. “My...” She said, her hands gripping Angela's hips harder, as if to make sure this isn't some induced dream- but even if it were, she wasn't sure she'd care. “My heart rate seems to be elevated... My breathing seems to be uneven. I... seem to be feeling a strong physiological reaction to your closeness.”

“Good,” Angela answered, placing a hand on Brennan's neck, closing the gap between their two lips. The kiss was tentative at first, but got more heated by the second. Their lips moved in sync for a few seconds, before Angela's tongue asked for entrance, which Brennan gladly granted. Angela let her hand travel to Brennan's hair, and softly tugged on it, disheveling it a little, causing Brennan to man into her mouth, her face becoming increasingly hot. Heat was pooling in between her legs as she ran her hands on Angela's sides. They kissed for a few dozen seconds, before parting when they ran out of oxygen. Brennan rested her forehead against Angela's, smiling.

“What do you think?” Angela asked, raising an eyebrow. Her breathing was erratic as she bit her lip- and for once, Brennan got the hint.

“I think...” Brennan smirked, “We should go to my place,” she whispered into Angela's ear, before softly nibbling on it.

**

Brennan and Angela stumbled on the hall, bumping into every possible surface. Brennan shushed Angela, who was loudly giggling whenever her mouth wasn't on Brennan.

“The neighbors...” Brennan said as Angela sloppily kissed her neck, “What if- what if someone catches us?” She said, trying to stifle her laughter. She pulled on Angela's hair, trying to get her to detach her mouth from her, which she did. Angela had an almost feral look in her eyes and was eyeing up her and down.

**

As soon as Brennan closed her apartment door, Angela spun her around and had her pinned against the wall. Her hands grabbed Brennan's ass, before oh-so-slowly hiking up her skirt, causing Brennan to gasp at the feeling of Angela's warm hands molding her curves perfectly. Angela immediately put her lips back to Brennan's neck, kissing, nibbling, and biting at the skin. Her hands traveled up to her back, before going to her front. She detached her lips from Brennan's neck and rested her head against Brennan, her breathing heavy.

Brennan felt her nipples harden as Angela's lips attacked hers, her hands gripping Brennan's neck as if she might vanish. The kissing was becoming more frantic, with Angela's tongue swiping at hers, their tongues mingling together. Heat pooled low in her belly and her legs felt as if they were going to give out at any time.

“Is this okay?” Angela asked, her hand hovering over Brennan's blouse. Her eyes were dark with desire, and she seemed very aroused herself. Brennan frantically nodded, her mouth finding Angela's neck, softly nibbling on it and Angela worked the buttons of her blouse, before sliding it up her shoulders, revealing her creamy shoulders and her black lacy bra. Her blouse silently hit the floor.

Angela's hand reached around her back and unclasped her bra. One of Angela's hands went to her lower back, while the other one palmed her breast. Her finger settled on her nipple, taking the pink bud between her thumb and her index, pinching it, and rolling it around. Brennan gasped, her back arching against the door as she almost bit on Brennan's neck, letting out a soft whine.

“Mhh,” She said, her mind fuzzy- whether from the alcohol or the pleasure, she did not know- but what she did know is that she was delightfully being spread open. “Ange?” Brennan asked against Angela's neck, breathless.

“Yes, sweetie?” Angela answered, her hand sliding down and gripping Brennan's ass again.

“I- Oh,” She said as Angela kissed down her neck only to reach her nipple. Her mouth was warm against her skin, her tongue flicking ever so slightly her nipple as her other hand fondled her other breast, “I find... Mhh, I like it very much when you do that.”

“That?” Angela said, using her free hand to pinch Brennan's nipple, causing her to arch her back and let out a loud moan.

“Yes... this,” She answered, using the tip of her finger to guide Angela's head to her, before smashing their lips together. Angela's free hand sneaked down Brennan's body, before finding her underwear, rubbing her folds softly through the tiny excuse of a lace. Brennan felt the wetness pool in between her legs and her lover's touch.

Angela's hands sneaked into Brennan's underwear, ever so lightly brushing against her clit, before softly rubbing it. Brennan let out a soft gasp, her hand ghosting over Angela's. When Angela suddenly stopped in her ministrations, Brennan let out a soft whine, opening her eyes.

“Want me to stop?” Angela asked in a sultry voice, looking Brennan in the eyes. Brennan vigorously shook her head, swallowing a non-existent lump in her throat. “Good,” Angela said, her fingers working around the little bud.

“Ange, oh- Oh my god...” Brennan whimpered, her moans got louder and more urgent as Angela increased the intensity of her movements, her entire body feeling as if it was on fire- her hips started involuntarily rotating against Angela's hand, and she gripped Angela's shoulders and her head falling against Angela's shoulder, her breathing heavy.

“Ange,” Brennan moaned, “Fuck, Ange,” she said, feeling her orgasm building up, wrapping her hands against Angela's neck and pulling her ever closer.

“You like that, huh?” asked Angela, panting. She inserted one finger inside Brennan, then two, causing Brennan to feel deliciously stretched as she moaned the name of deities she's never believed in before. Her thumb brushed against Brennan's clit, who bit her lip in response as she felt the release near.

Angela added a third finger, rushing Brennan to orgasm. Angela could feel it- Brennan's hips were frantically bucking up, her fingers tangling into Angela's hair and gripping it like there was no tomorrow. “Ange...”

With a flick of a nipple and three fingers in her, Brennan came unfolded, her entire body shaking and her internal muscles contracting against Angela's fingers. Angela slowly pumped her fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm as best she could.

“That was...” Brennan said, nearly breathless.

Angela smirked at her, “See sweetie, this is why women will always be better than men.”

Brennan started wondering about the nature of their relationship- while she didn't mind casual sexual encounters, and so did Angela, this felt different. As if something had shifted and they couldn't go back to being just friends. The air was heavy with sweat, sex, and unsaid words.

“Does this mean we're dating or something... Or was that just... casual, drunken sex between two best friends?” She had to ask, even though all she wanted was to lie down and pass out on the floor.

Angela gave Brennan a light kiss, “Sweetie,” she giggled, “I don't need to be drunk to tell you that I've been in love with you for like, two full years...” She trailed off, and raised an eyebrow, “Even though I have to admit it helped a fuckton,” she laughed to herself.

“Wha- how did I not know?” Brennan asked, raising an eyebrow, “I thought I was getting better at these.”

“Honey... You've never been that great with social cues,” Angela said, her eyebrows furrowing as she let out a hiccup, "That's part of the Brennan charm."

“B-but-” Angela raised her finger as to stop her from saying anything else.

“It's okay, we all still love you very much.”

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Brennan let out a soft yawn as her eyes slowly opened. Her head was pounding, her mouth was dry, and she struggled to keep her eyes open for a few seconds at a time- the hungover was expected, but she usually handled her alcohol pretty well. Even though she'd kept herself- and Angela, even though Angela could never remember to drink water to save her life-, it had been foolish of her to drink on an empty stomach, and she was only experiencing the consequences of her actions.

She felt someone stir in her arms, and panicked a little bit at the thought of having gone home with a stranger, or mostly to have left Angela alone, but the events from the previous night- or technically, that day, since it had been after midnight- flooded her mind. She smiled to herself, her eyes traveling down Angela's naked back. She was sprawled out over Brennan, the sheets pooling around her waist, her arm wrapped around her waist and her head resting against her chest. Her breathing was slow, and if she was awake, she did not let it show. The light filtered in through the curtains, a golden halo reflecting on Angela's tan skin, giving it a healthy light brown glow.

“Morning, girlfriend,” She heard Angela say, as she raised her head and brushed her lips against Brennan's, who simply smiled at the near-touch. She wrapped her arms around Brennan's neck, pulling her ever closer.

“Good morning, Ange,” Brennan answered, staring at the woman lying in her arms, “To be truthful, I'll admit I didn't know how I'd feel about having someone interested in me after Pete and David,” she said, squirming a little bit, “But-”

“Honey, you're not gonna tell me you hate this, right?” She said, raising an eyebrow, her eyes hopeful. Brennan felt a pang of guilt at the idea that Angela could ever think that- everything felt so much more natural with her, and she never felt like she had to be anyone else. She could never hate this. Angela's hand raised to cup Brennan's face, urging her to look her in the eye. Instead of avoiding her gaze as Angela had expected, Brennan's eyes sought her own. She started stroking Angela's naked back, giving her a soft smile.

“Not at all,” Brennan answered, placing a kiss on Angela's forehead, before raising her chin with her fingers and placing a kiss on her lips, reveling in the other woman's soft touches, “Ange, I think I've- had feelings... for you for a while now,” she said, tilting her head and giving Angela a soft smile, ”I'm just not sure I understood their nature before you expressed your own. Now, they make a lot of sense. I never understood why I felt so jealous whenever Hodgins would express interest in you.”

Angela scoffed at that comment, “Please, as if Hodgins and I were ever going to be a thing,” she said, scrunching up her nose in disgust, “I mean, don't get me wrong, he's cute and all... But whatever he and Zack have going on is weird enough. They don't need me butting in and making it worse,” she chuckled, shaking her head, “At least more than I already have. Walking on them once was just enough to last me a lifetime. Hodgins has a cute behind though, I'll admit- well-defined ass muscles, and all.”

“Anyways...” Angela said, when she realized she'd been sidetracked and Brennan wasn't fully following her sentence. She sighed, “I- I'll admit I loved you for a while now,” she said, “I'm just so glad it's not one-sided,” she said, tilting her head a little bit and burying her face in Brennan's neck, “I mean, you kept dating all these fucking bozos who kept, like, breaking your heart and I was just very confused as to why for a while- I still don't get it, but some of my exes are real assholes, so... I guess I can't really blame you on that,” she let out a low chuckle.

“Of course, Ange,” Brennan said, before smirking, “Although, you've been involved with your fair share of disappointing men yourself- what about that man who tried to get you to co-sign a loan for his Jet Ski? ” she inquired. Angela sighed, admitting defeat. The two stayed in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

“On an unrelated note,” Brennan piped up, “I think the physiological effects of you giving multiple orgasms may be clouding my judgment a little bit.”

“Brennan, you're probably hallucinating,” Angela joked, “I'd say it's because I fucked you so good last night,” she smiled, “And you probably want more,” Angela slipped a hand under Brennan's chin, repositioning herself over Brennan and sneaking a hand between her thighs.

“Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop,” she said, stroking Brennan's clit. Brennan let out a moan, biting her lip as her head fell back on the pillow.

“Ange,” she breathily said, biting her lip, “Ange-” she placed her hands on Angela's shoulder and pushed her away with little force, before giving Angela a devilish smile and flipping them over. She smirked at her girlfriend, before eyeing her up and down.

“You've been all about pleasuring me all night, Ange,” Brennan said in a sultry voice, “I think that we should turn it around,” she said, stroking Angela's cheek, peppering her neck with kisses.

“Oh,” Angela said, surprised but feeling very thankful. When Brennan stopped kissing her neck, Angela sighed in protest. Brennan saw her biting her lip and closed the gap between their two pair of lips, letting her hand travel down Angela's body. Brennan's hand hovered over her breast, before her mouth joined the other one. She left a few kisses on Angela's chest, traveling down to her nipple as her finger pleased the other one. “Oh, god,” Angela said as Brennan flicked her tongue across her nipple, teasing the other one with her finger, “God,” she said once more, in a high-pitched moan.

“Mmmh, do you enjoy it when I do that?” Brennan whispered- practically purred even, against a panting Angela's neck, when she felt a nod. Brennan let her hand travel down Angela's body, before stopping when she reached her clit. Brennan had fantasized so much about doing so in the past, sliding a hand down her own underwear and teasing her nipples with another as she'd imagined it was the other woman touching her and sucking her- but she'd never gotten the occasion to, until now. Dreams were no match for the reality of having Angela's body soft and pliant under her and her hands.

“Yes,” Angela said in a whisper, arching her back as Brennan's hand teased her clit. She heard Angela moaning's increase in loudness and pitch as she threw her head back, placing a hand over Brennan's, “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her hips rotating madly, grabbing Brennan's shoulders and burying her nails in her back, leaving tiny half-moons there. The noises made Brennan salivate and her pussy throb in anticipation.

Brennan smirked once more as she heard Angela moan. Her hand moved faster, her fingers teasing the little bud- Angela felt the heat build within her, getting more intense as Brennan led her to her orgasm. “Lord,” she let out, going completely liquid around Brennan, her clit becoming slippery as her body reacted to being teased there. Brennan's lips became more insistent around Angela's nipple, nibbling and biting. Angela's hips were rotating against Brennan's fingers, as her moans got louder. Brennan could feel herself growing more and more aroused as Angela gripped her hair and ran her hands up and down her back.

“Oh, fuck,” she said as Brennan inserted one finger inside her, then two as Angela let out a particularly loud moan, going crescendo. “Harder,” she whimpered, “Deeper,” she said, and Brennan obliged, pushing her fingers even deeper. As Angela came, she started to breathe heavily, “Brennan...” She let out, her walls closing in on Brennan's fingers.

Brennan studied Angela's face as she rode out her orgasm. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her pink, glossy lips lightly spread apart. Her eyes were shut close, and her hips were rocking against her hand even faster than they were before.

When Angela finally opened her eyes, Brennan help up the fingers that were inside of her and seductively licked them, lapping up the moisture and Angela stared at her, seemingly unable to tear away her eyes from her.

“Sweetie,” she said as she exhaled, “That was great.”

Brennan smiled at her, “Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it,”

“That might be a euphemism, love,” Angela said, reciprocating Brennan's smile, “And, at the risk of sounding horny- or libidinous, as you'd say- I really liked having your fingers inside of me,” she said, placing a small kiss on Brennan's lips.

“I'd like to think so,” Brennan said, rolling out of bed and heading towards her bathroom, “I'm going to take a shower now,” She said, eyeing Angela up and down, “You're welcome to join me if you want,” she smirked.

“Just wait for me before you do anything, honey,” Angela said, getting out of bed and grabbing Brennan's hand before letting her lead her toward the shower.