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“Beer or wine?” Angela asked as she sorted through Brennan’s fridge.
“Beer, please.” She was sitting back on the couch, waiting for Angela with a smile on her face. “How was your talk with Hodgins?”
“Oh, it was barely a talk,” Angela said with a roll of her eyes. “He has no interest in being the one to break my celibacy.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” Bones furrowed her eyebrows. “You and Hodgins were very sexually compatible during your time together. You are both unattached so it would only seem sensible to continue your sexual relationship.”
“Yeah, sweetie, that’s what I tried to tell him. Apparently, he refuses to go back to old habits.”
“Old habits?” Brennan tilted her head. “I find it hard to believe that each sexual experience with you is similar. He must want something much less exploratory and dissatisfying than what you would obviously give him.” Angela waited for a beat before letting her teeth show in a smile.
“Are you saying I’m good in bed?” she teased. Instead of taking back her words like Angela expected, Brennan took a sip of her beer and nodded.
“I would be surprised to hear otherwise,” Brennan explained. “You have a unique facial structure due to your biracial genetics and from what you have told me, you maintain a healthy diet and exercise regularly even without the sex. You would be a fine sexual partner for anyone. I know for a fact that there are a multitude of interested parties including most of the scientists at the Jeffersonian.”
“Brennan,” Angela sing-songed, “it almost sounds like you want me to know you’re interested.”
“That… was not my intention.” Angela was going to laugh it off as Brennan being Brennan until she spoke again. “Though, I have always considered sexuality to be more fluid and experimental than most simple-minded individuals. The opportunity has never presented itself for me to explore sexually with anyone other than biological males.”
“So, what you’re saying is…” Angela said slowly, hoping Brennan would simplify the convoluted way she spoke so Angela could figure out whether kissing her would be appropriate or not.
“I’m saying,” Brennan began, placing her beer on the coffee table and turning her body toward Angela’s, “that I wouldn’t be opposed to testing my hypothesis if you are looking for someone to–”
It had been months since Angela felt the touch of another person, the movement of mouths against mouths, the anticipation of what could or would happen next. Brennan was her best friend, yes, but she was also beautiful and brilliant and Angela wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to know what she tasted like.
Without a second thought–the way Angela was used to living her life–she surged forward, her lips connecting to Brennan’s. Neither of them moved for a few moments, Angela allowing Brennan the time she needed to process the new feeling. She brought her hand up to cup at Brennan’s square jaw and stroked her thumb along the soft skin of her hollow cheek, preparing her for Angela’s next move.
Once she felt Brennan’s lips soften, her mouth surrendered to the kiss, Angela pressed closer so they were flush together, her tongue toying with Brennan’s bottom lip teasingly. A soft breath of surprise left Brennan’s lips but Angela saw that as an opportunity she had to seize. She slid her tongue past Brennan’s now open lips and tasted the softness of her tongue, the bitterness of the beer that occupied the space just a few seconds earlier.
Angela wanted more, so much more. She had dreamed of kissing Brennan many times before but nothing was as good as the real thing. Her mouth was pliant, her breath shaky in a way that told Angela she was uncharacteristically falling apart. She had never seen Brennan crumble, never witnessed anything but strength and confidence, and to be the one to force that facade to drop? There was nothing better in Angela’s mind.
Angela pulled desperately at her hair causing a breathless gasp to push from Brennan’s mouth. Angela knew the feeling but was only barely willing to succumb to their needs. As much as she wanted to continue, she pulled back to give them both room to breathe, to think, if needed. After a few moments of silence, which was a rarity when Brennan wasn’t identifying bones in the lab, Angela spoke up.
“Was that okay?” She sounded nervous and she hated that. She wasn’t nervous about sex, so she shouldn’t be nervous about kissing.
Brennan nodded, licking her kiss-bitten bottom lip. “I don’t think I’ve collected enough data to approve or disprove my hypothesis.”
“In plain speak?” Angela asked, even though she was pretty sure what that meant, or at least, hoped it meant what she thought.
“In pain speak,” Brennan stood up and held out her hand, “I think this experiment should continue. Maybe in the bedroom?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”