The Woman in the Office

TITLE: The woman in the office
AUTHOR: qfemale
FANDOM: Bones
DISTRIBUTION: Archive freely
RATING: NC17 - But just slighty smut!
CATEGORIES: UST, R
PAIRING: Booth/Montenegro
SPOILERS: Pilot
SUMMARY: When perfume smells nice!
Disclaimer: Bones characters belong to 20th Century FOX. I just boroughed them for a little while so they could have fun!
Author's Notes: I had this dream last night. And that dream was so good, I had to turn it into a fanfiction!
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He kept looking through the photographs that Brennan had placed on the 3D-projector table. She had used them to illustrate how odd the cuts on the bones are. Not that he agreed, he just saw cuts, one deeper than another, and there was some sort of pattern. Apparently the bones had cuts with three different depths, which lead Brennan to believe there were three different murder weapons. He didn't really see the difference between all those cuts. But Booth was sure, it would all clear up for him - or maybe her - once they could identify the murder weapon.
Angela was sitting somewhere behind him, typing away on her computer. He was sure she was editing the 3D model of the bones again. After all that was her job and by what he could gather, she was damn good at it.
Booth himself was happy if he could type out his case report and print it without any problem. He wasn't too good with computers. He was more of an old fashioned person. He liked to write things out with a pen on paper.
He checked his watch. It was well past 10pm. What was he still doing here? It wasn't even his office. He put the photographs down, trying to remember their order. He really wasn't hot for a lecture from Brennan tomorrow morning if he put them back wrongly. She could be so anal it was annoying.
He took a step back, satisfied with his arrangement and turned around. He passed by Angela as he smelled something. He stopped, took a look around the room and then fixed his eyes on her back. She wore a very lovely perfume, he thought. And it even smelled nice after all those hours of work. 'Heh', it escaped him. 'What?', Angela turned around on her chair and looked at him. She was waiting for some snotty remark about something he couldn't understand and had to drag down in the course of making himself feel better. That was just Booth, a bit arrogant yet good looking. She tapped her feet.
'Nothing, really...' He forced himself to stop staring at her and instead looked around the room again. He randomly walked over to a shelve that was filled with notebooks. They all had a different color. A different girly color! 'What's that?', he pointed at them and took one off the shelve. Just when he wanted to open it and skim thru it, Angela got up fast and took it out of his hands. 'Those are...', she walked back to her chair. 'They are diaries I keep for ever case. You know to deal with it. I hate corpses. Nothing special.' She placed it on her desk and looked up just in time to see him grab another and opening it up. 'Hey, those are privat, if you haven't realized it yet!' Again did she walk over to him, grabbed the notebook from his hand, grabbed all the others and walked back to the desk. A few fell down to the floor since she couldn't possibly hold them all. Angela opene the bottom drawer with her foot and dumped the notebooks into it. When she turned around to collect the ones on the floor, Booth just gave her a grin and a shrug and left without a word. 'Yeah, good night to you, too!', she yelled after him, collecting the notebooks on the floor. 'Jerk!'

'Why is it, that we always have to wait for this squint, and then for that squint and...' Booth blinked while talking to Brennan. 'Do you people not have watches? Or do you just not know how to read them?' He was getting angry because they should have left the airport almost 20 minutes ago, but Angela still wasn't here. 'Well maybe your directions just weren't the best! Did you ever think about that?' Brennan offered a snippy explanation and turned away from him, observing the people at the airport. Yes they were supposed to have left the airport 20 minutes ago and Angela still wasn't here. But Brennan herself had had trouble to find is with the directions Booth had send her. And why did they had to meet up here anyway? She sighted. 'Don't defend her, Bones. She's late, just like any other of your 'coworkers' would have been! You people drive me nuts!' Nuts might have been the right word, he thought. Just the smell of Angela's perfume kept him awake half of the night. Why hadn't he smelled it before and why did it drive him so crazy? He decided not to think about this anymore and started to pace around Brennan. She, on the other hand, tried to avoid and eye contact with him as she could see the anger building up inside him more and more.
The case had taken an unexpected turn as a park ranger somewhere up north had discovered another body that seemed to have the same kind of mutilation like the first one they had found 3 days ago. Now they were supposed to fly up there, collect the remains and bring it back to the lab. Of course Brennan could have done this alone, she saw pictures of the crime since just 30 minutes ago. But when she looked at Booth and realized how grumpy he always was at 7.30am, she felt the need to ask Angela to come along. And now Angela was late, making Booth even grumpier, if that was even possible. Sometimes he was just impossible to work with.
'Hey, where the HELL have you been?' Brennan could hear him go off behind her. Angela obviously had arrived. 'Do you even know how many people you kept waiting?' He steered towards her, her hands full of files and bags that were meant for the remains in the mountain. 'I...' Angela meant to defend herself, but just in that moment Booth grabber her arm and she lost grip of all the things she was holding and they fell to the floor. By now everybody was staring at them. It was, after all, just a ranger station with a small landing strip!
'You're 20 minutes late!', Booth went on. 'Hey!', Angela exclaimed, realizing that everybody was staring at them. She looked at Booth and couldn't help but get aroused by this situation. He still was hot, just like he was the night before. But he was also insensitive and her arm started to hurt.
Booth looked up, hearing somebody cough close to them. It was Brennan, of course. It made him realize how much attention he had drawn to them. 'Just one moment, please, everybody. We'll be right back!', he said in a very charming way and then dragged Angela to the nearest wall. He pressed her up against it and stared at her. '20 minutes, do you even know...', he begun, but silenced himself. 'You're directions were crap, did you ever think about that? It's your fault!', she hissed at him, finally able to yank her arm free.
'Booth, come on! We have to go!', he heard somebody yell behind him. He rolled his eyes and then he smelled it again. The same perfume like last night. He stepped back from her. 'Just one moment, PLEASE!', he shouted back at the person. Booth then once again took her arm and guide her into the next room, the administrative office.
He pressed Angela up against the next best wall and looked into her eyes. She felt him slowly pressing up against her, his hands placed on her sides. 'What is going on?', she asked him, enjoying this sudden change of situation and his touch. 'You just smell so lovely...' he whispered and pressed his lips onto hers. When she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, she wondered if she could stop him and walk away, insulted. But then she felt his tongue slipping past her lips and her body responded accordingly. Wasn't that just what she dreamed about last night?
A groan escaped one of them and he was pressing up against her harder, feeling her breasts. His hands slid down a bit further and he started to yank at her skirt, pushing it upwards. Angela could feel how much he wanted her already. 'It's called Seduction.', she whimpered between kisses, tangling her hands in his hair. 'What?', he was confused, yet kept touching and kissing her, licking her neck to let her talk. 'The perfume you smell... I guess... oh... the name is a good one!'. Her hands slowly slid down his chest to his pants. She opened the zipper and started stroking him. Booth lifted his weight off her so he could pull down her panties a bit. She managed to wiggle them down further until they were just tangling from one of her feet.
'Right pocket', he whispered in her ear and then nibbled at it, feeling up her breasts again. He just hoped he wasn't ruining her blouse too much. Angela didn't bother to ask him what that meant and just slid her hand into his right trouser pocket. 'Mmhh, how can you still be thinking...' She started kissing him again, enjoying his soft and hot lips.
She had to fumble a bit with it before she got the condom out of his pocket. She then placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back a bit. Booth watched her ripping it open with her teeth and then helped her to place the condom on him. Her hands felt so warm and she was being gentile with him. He was just about to loose it. He lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall again. Angela wrapped her legs around his waist and just held on to him. 'Slow... please...' she whispered into his hear, slightly afraid. There was the woman, he thought, that could flash a stranger at the airport without a blink, yet she was afraid of this sensation. 'Mmm, you're such a tease... oh... god...'. Yes he was slow. He tried not to hurt her or do it wrong in some way. He very slowly slid into her body, feeling welcomes at once. Booth tried to look at Angela without having to pull back too much. She seemed released now, and of course, wanting more.
He stared to thrust forth and back at a speed that seemed to please both, her and him equally. She had her head tilted back against the wall, her eyes closed, moaning softly. He loved to watch her, but the urge to smell her was much stronger in that moment so he nestled his head against her neck, kissing her and smelling her Seduction. He began to wonder how long he would last. Since his blonde girlfriend, or now ex-girlfriend, had left him, he wondered if it was because of the sex. But that was just typically male, always afraid the sex wasn't good enough.
Booth felt Angela tense up and looked up again. 'Hey...', he whispered softly. 'Please stop, the door... it's a crack open!'. She had panicked once she had seen the crack and heard some voices. No, nobody was in front of the door nor watching, but the reality of the moment had slowly dripped into her mind and made her panic. What was she doing anyway?
He kissed her one more time and then slowly backed off. He helped her getting her feet onto the floor again and then turned away. Angela fumbled with her skirt and then grabber her panties. She took a few steps backwards and supported herself on a chair, trying to put on her underwear. with one hand. 'You ripped my panties!', she said, watching him discard the condom. He just turned around, zipping up his pants and looked dumbfounded at her panties which she held up on one finger. She tried to put them on one more time but they kept falling down. She held them up with one hand.
Booth put his hands into his pockets. 'I don't know what...' Just in that moment, the door swung open and Brennan stepped in. 'Hey guys, can we...' She looked at Booth who seemed much calmer now. And then she turned to Angela, who was still standing behind a chair. It took Brennan a moment to realize that something was wrong. But she couldn't quite figure out what.
'Hey, erm, hand me the staple, would you?', Angela asked Brennan, not even blushing. 'I'm having a slight problem here!' She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Since Booth wouldn't move and just had this weird facial expression, Brennan grabbed the stapler from the desk and walked over to Angela. The moment she handed her the stapler her eyes fell down to Angela's panties. She froze and watched Angela staple her panties back together and pull them up very discreetly so nobody would see anything of importance. She placed the stapler back on the desk and left the room without another word.
Brennan still hadn't moved and now felt Booth move behind her. She didn't turn around. 'So you and Angela, huh?'. Her voice was dry and she sounded almost hurt. He only shrugged, but she couldn't see that. 'Maybe we should talk sometime. Talk about how to give the right signals if you like a guy...' He bit his tongue, that came out much harsher than he wanted it to be. He patted her on the should. 'I'm sorry, let's just talk sometime.' His voice was only a whisper at this point.
As she wasn't giving him and response, he simply turned around and left the room as well.

She had thought about this almost all day long. She was so sure she wanted to do this. But now that she was just about to, she hesitated. Angela looked up one more time, observing Booth how he sorted those photographs again. He was pursing his lips each time he wasn't too sure of his choice. It made her smile.
She placed a pink notebook into the case folder and closed it. Another smile. Just then Booth walked past her. 'Good night, Angela. See you tomorrow.' He was already at the door. But just for an instance she mused about the fact that he had called her Angela and not squint nor Montenegro. That meant something, didn't it?
'Hey wait a moment!', she got up and walked after him. Booth cringed inside, expecting her to bring up this really uncomfortable topic. But as he turned around he was surprised to see her holding the case folder. 'You forgot this.' She handed it to him, softly smiling. 'Oh, thanks!' With those words he took off.
Angela sat back down and opened her e-mail program. At this point, she couldn't wipe the grin of her face anymore. She skimmed thru several emails and then stopped at the one e-mail that made her grin. It was from Booth. He had send it to her only several minutes after their plane took off this morning. He hand send it thru his cell-phone.
When she had read it around noon she all of a sudden saw a different side to him. He could be nice and even sweet if he wanted to. And that had been the reason why she slipped him one of her private notebooks. There definitely was a connection now.
Angela read the e-mail again. He had asked for out for dinner tomorrow night with a talk afterward. He also talked about her perfume and how nice it was this morning, even given the really odd circumstances. He wanted to see her again.
She turned off the light to her office, grabbed her jacket and kept on smiling. The irony almost made the laugh out loud as she was walking thru the laboratory towards the exit. All those month she had tried to matchmake Brennan and Booth. And all this time he had been more interested in her. Sometimes, things turn out differently than we all expect!