A/N - This one isn't strictly speaking a B&B scene since Booth isn't actually in it, but I think you'll enjoy it anyway. It's set round about the middle of season one. A casual remark from Angela gets a surprising response from Brennan, and of course Angela wants all the details. Review if you like it.

The Slip in the Tongue

By: Tamara A. Ryder

Angela stared at her friend in utter shock.

It was a Friday night, and for once she had managed to drag Bren away from work at a normal hour. They were at a bar, sharing a bottle of wine and dating stories. Angela had just finished praising her most recent fling's kissing abilities, (sadly, he had not been as skilled in other areas,) and she had said casually but suggestively, "I'll bet Booth is a good kisser."

It was meant as an opening for the next round of her ongoing game of Get Booth and Bren into Bed. She did not expect Bren to come back with a definitive, "Oh, he is."

When she could speak again, Angela squeaked, "You know this from personal experience?"

Bren blushed a little and looked away, but she couldn't take the words back now, so she said simply, "Yes."

"No," Angela said when nothing more was forthcoming. "You cannot drop a bombshell like that and not explain. It's cruel. Details, sweetie. I demand details. When? How? Did anything else happen that you haven't told me about?"

Bren chose to answer the first (and least loaded) question first. "It was during the Gemma Arrington case, right after I punched Judge Hastey and Booth fired me."

Angela's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh, God. Your hangover. You two got drunk."

"Booth got me drunk," Bren corrected. "Although he did get drunk himself in the process, and he apparently has a lower tolerance for alcohol than I do."

"And then he kissed you."

"Well, first I suggested that if we were no longer working together we could have sex."

"And he agreed?" Angela thought she might hyperventilate.

"Yes, he agreed quite readily. We went outside to catch a cab, and that was when he kissed me."

"Details," Angela prodded. "Was it soft? Hard? Tongue, no tongue? How long did it last?"

"It was soft. There was definite tongue contact. And it lasted about thirty to thirty five seconds."

Angela put a hand over her face and sighed, but not in rapture. "Sweetie, you have no poetry in your soul."

Bren frowned. "I don't know what that means."

"My point exactly. Okay, what happened next? Did you sleep together?"

"No."

"Why am I not surprised? I assume you came to your senses first, Miss Logic."

"Yes. As I said, I have a higher tolerance for alcohol than Booth does."

Angela rolled her eyes. "Oh, alcohol tolerance had nothing to do with it, my friend. Even stone cold sober, he could not have resisted you if you were determined to get him into bed."

Bren smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."