The Man in the Wall - Alternative Scene

Temperance paced her office in a tight circle. That mummy was HERS and she was not just going to sit here waiting while people compromised her bones.

“This is unacceptable. I should be out there. They don’t know how fragile that mummy is!”

Angela bit the nails on one hand, while simultaneously twirling her hair in the other. That meth cloud had really worked a number on her nerves. She could not sit still.

“Sweetie, calm down. They will let us help once we’ve… come down from our high.”

The forensic anthropologist groaned and flopped down on the couch next to Angela. “I am perfectly capable of working. Even if I did happen to inhale a small amount of preserved narcotics.”

Angela smiled and raised an eyebrow. “I think we might have had a little more than a small amount.”

Temperance grinned back at her and rested her head against the soft cushion, closing her eyes. “I suppose that’s possible.”

Angela traced the curve of Temperance’s neck with her eyes. Had she always had such smooth skin? I wonder what it would be like to taste it… WOAH. Where had that thought come from? This was Brennan she was thinking about. It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about women in a sexual way before, she’d been to college after all and had partaken in a fair share of experimentation. But this was different. This was Brennan. Her best friend. Definitely off limits territory. She shook her head to clear her mind and went back to pulling and twirling at her hair in order to distract herself.

Temperance opened her eyes and tilted her head slightly to glance over at Angela. Her thick hair had become slightly mussed and framed her face in a dark halo. She smiled and reached out to touch it, not even thinking about what she was doing.

“Um, Brennan….” Angela began. Temperance had taken a strand of hair in her fingers and was rubbing it lightly.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see what your hair felt like.”

“Oh.” Angela paused and looked down at the floor. “So, what does it feel like?”

Brennan shrugged and pulled her hand back, placing it in her lap. “Soft.”

Angela looked up from the floor and focused on Brennan’s hand. She had such a light touch. What would that be like other places rather than her hair… Oh, man. She needed to stop thinking like this. “It’s just the drugs.” She murmured to herself.

“What?” Temperance asked.

Angela smiled nervously and got to her feet, moving a bit away from her friend. “Nothing. Just that this meth stuff is a little strange, you know.”

Temperance nodded in agreement. “Yes. It does seem to be having a strange affect on my behavior. I can’t seem to prevent myself from saying and doing things I would normally think through and avoid.” She too stood up and moved closer to Angela. Too close for Angela’s comfort.

She took a few steps away and hit the door with her back. “Um, yeah. Strange. Brennan, maybe we should head back now…” She reached behind her to turn the door knob, but Temperance reached out and stopped her.

“Why?”

Angela was very aware of Brennan’s soft fingers resting on her own. “It’s just that, I think they might need us…”

Temperance locked the door to her office, shifting closer to Angela in the process.

The two women were now pressed against each other, both breathing deeply. Brennan reached up her other hand and gently cupped Angela’s face.

“Brennan…” Angela started.

Temperance leaned in closer until their breaths mingled.

“Angela.”

With the slightest of movement, their lips met in a soft, hesitant kiss. Angela inhaled a quick breath and jerked away to stare into her friends eyes. Brennan smiled at her and leaned forward to capture her lips again.

Screw it, thought Angela as she deepened the kiss. Urging Temperance’s lips apart with her insistent tongue. She heard Brennan gasp as she explored her mouth. Grinning to herself, Angela called her hands into play and slowly let them slide their way up her stomach, stopping just below the curve of her breasts.

Finally, Temperance pulled away for air. The stared at each other for a moment before Angela pushed Brenna across the room so that they ran into the couch and tumbled down onto it.

No words were needed. Maybe it was because they were both stoned, and maybe it was because they had both wanted this for so long, but it was finally happening. Angela had tried to resist, but Temperance just kept pushing. Now, she had her.

Angela pulled off Brennan’s coat and tank top, exposing a lacy, almost see through bra. She grinned her approval and proceeded to remove her own coat and shirt, tossing all the clothing into a pile on the floor.

Brennan reached up and placed a tentative hand on Angela’s breast. She’d never been with a woman before but always thought the experience would be interesting. It was certainly shaping up to be.

Angela let out a soft moan at the contact and shifted to grant Temperance better access. Temperance began gently massaging and circled her most sensitive spot with a soft thumb. Angela was slowly being driven insane and leaned down to capture Brennan’s mouth in a fiery kiss. Their hands continued to explore each other, randomly removing articles of clothing until finally both women were completely nude. Angela took a moment to appreciate her friends breathtaking body, before leaning in to taste the skin of her neck which had so captivated her minutes earlier.

She licked the soft flesh and slowly moved lower, stopping to suck lightly on her collar bone, before moving on and taking a plump nipple between her teeth.

Brennan gasped and tightened her grip on Angela’s shoulders. A soft moan escaped from her lips and she flung her head back.

Angela chuckled at the noises coming from the usually reserved woman, and the vibration caused Temperance to arch her back and let out a loud mewl of pleasure.

Angela alternated between sucking and nibbling each beautiful breast in turn, until both women were panting in anticipation. She finally managed to pull herself away and licked and teased her way down Brennan’s stomach until reaching the soft thatch of curls between her legs.

She placed light kisses around her thighs, purposefully avoiding the throbbing center until Temperance reached down a hand and pinched her nipple in punishment. The sharp pain caused Angela to gasp with pleasure and she ever so slowly reached out her tongue and stroked Brenna’s soaking wet core.

Temperance let out a hiss and bucked her hips to bring Angela’s mouth even closer. “Little impatient are we?” Angela asked with a grin before diving whole heartedly into her task.

She stroked deeply with her tongue, then reached up to gently massage her throbbing clit with her thumb. By now, Temperance was in quite the frenzy and Angela was worried people would be able to hear. Worried… but not enough to stop.

She lapped slowly a few more times then swiftly thrust her tongue into the tight opening. Inciting a loud moan from Brennan as the fingers that were wrapped in her tightened. Angela continued thrusting her tongue deeper and faster into Temperance. Both women were nearing their climax and Angela swiftly flung a hand down to her own sopping core and rubbed and pinched her clit to the same rhythm as her ministrations on Brennan.

Both women came simultaneously, moaning their ecstasy without a thought or care of anyone within earshot. As they panted and shook, coming down from their high, Angela crawled her way back up Brennan’s perfect body and collapsed on top of her.

Temperance lazily circled her back with soft fingers and whispered into her ear. “Thank you.”

Angela let out a soft chuckle and nuzzled into her shoulder. “My pleasure.”

They both jerked in surprise when a sharp knock came at the door. “Hey, you girls want to get out here and help us with this smelly mummified corpse?” Booth’s voice called out.

They quickly stood up and began throwing their clothes back on in a hurry. Rushing to the door, Temperance flung it open and smiled at Booth. “We’re ready.”

Booth gave them both a curious glance and nodded slowly. “Right. Well, let’s go then. You sure you’re okay? You look a little flushed…”

“Fine, Booth.” Angela quipped as she walked by. “We are drugged you know.”

Booth shrugged and followed the two women up to the stage where the mummy was waiting.

Hodgins held up a vial as they approached. “I found some interesting particulates on the… hey, why did you guys switch coats?” He looked from Angela to Temperance and back again, staring at their identification tags.

Angela glanced down and read off Dr. Temperance Brennan on her tag and blushed. “Oops, must have gotten them mixed up I guess.” She took it off and handed it over to Brennan who had done the same.

“Ooookay.” Hodgins began. “Anyways, as I was saying I found… Brennan? Is that a hickey!?”

Angela jerked and glanced quickly over at Brennan’s neck and indeed there was a fresh hickey standing out against the smooth skin of her neck.

The two women looked at each other, looked at Hodgins and Booth’s shocked faces, then at Zack who just looked confused, back at each other and grinned.

“We’re drugged.” Brennan and Angela stated in unison. They both quickly fell into the routing of looking over the bones, while Booth and Hodgins looked on in silence, mouths hanging open.

Zack looked up from his work and glanced at Hodgins and Booth. “What happened?”