Girl's Night In

Temperance Brennan let out a small sigh as she rushed around her apartment, frantically looking at the clock over and over. Angela would be here in a few minutes and she had to be ready. The couch had been sprawled with pillows and blankets as well as bowls with various things she had been told that she just had to buy such as popcorn and chips. She was still in her work attire which composed of a black pencil skirt, white blouse and matching heels. Of course buying all the food had been a last minute thing after Angela had reminded her while leaving the lab.

Angela Montenegro exited her Prius, her flats shuffling on the pavement as she locked it and skipped to her best friend's apartment building. She'd dressed comfortably, a pair of jeans and a tank shirt, with a denim jacket to top it off. Nothing big, just a night in with her best friend. She grabbed her bag of sleepover material, giggling as she climbed the steps to Bren's apartment building.

Brennan cringed as she heard a knock at the door; shit Ange was here already and she hadn't even finished setting up. Quickly she rushed to the door as best as she could in her heels and opened the door and smiled at her friend weakly, still unsure if this had been a good idea after all Brennan had no idea what happened at these "sleepovers". Brennan opened the door fully and let her friend inside. "Hey Ange." She looked her friend up and down, suddenly feeling too over dressed.

Ange hugged her friend immediately, giving her an extra squeeze. This was going to be so much fun. She let herself into the apartment, gasping at what Brennan had done to the place. It had gone from a conventional one person apartment to a place meant for a girly night of fun. There were snacks littering the coffee table and pillows and rugs strewn everywhere. It was then that Ange looked her best friend up and down. "Bren, what what what what are you wearing?!" she exclaimed, pushing Temperance towards the bedroom. "Change! Now!" she ordered.

Brennan flinched as her overly excited squeezed her tightly in a hug, she felt herself suddenly regretting this. A scowl crossed her face at her friend's statement, letting out a small squeal as her friend pushed her towards her bedroom. "Ange!! I only just home from work a few minutes ago, what do you expect me to change into?" she cried, trying to stop her friend from pushing her. "Ange stop!"

"Pyjamas! Now!" Ange ordered once again, not taking no for an answer as she pushed her best friend into her bedroom, closing the door behind her, and taking in her surroundings once again. This was going to be so much fun. She went into the bathroom and changed into her own pyjamas, hoping they would be okay. A tank shirt and some short shorts. She grinned and skipped out, waiting for Brennan to exit the room.

Brennan sighed, shaking her head at her over excitable friend suddenly regretting inviting her over. Rushing towards the dresser she pulled out a long pair of black pyjama pants and a white tank top before changing into them quickly and walking out of the room, turning to face Angela.

"Is this satisfactory?"

"No, it is not!" Angela exclaimed, looking the anthropologist up and down. "Too suitable. We're in high school. Let's be skanks. Look at me," she explained with a giggle, motioning to her choice in clothing. She saw her friend's confused expression, one Temperance often wore. "Go and put on some shorts. Its far to hot for that get-up," Ange tried, pushing her friend back into her room, once again being very persuasive.

Brennan tried to protest and explain that she felt more comfortable in pants but then again there was no use arguing with Angela no matter what. Shaking her head once again she rifled around, pulling out a pair of shorts before changing into them. A confused look still crossed her face and she walked out to face Ange, spinning around in a circle.

"Better Ange?" she questioned, still slightly confused. "What did you mean by 'We're in highschool let's be skanks?' Angela I would have thought by now that you would have known that we have both graduated from high school and are far from being skanks."

"Just a saying, sweetie," Ange said, rolling her eyes at her friend, but a smile still on her face. She laughed softly and grinned at Brennan, looking her up and down once more, and nodding in acceptance. "Come on, let's get started. What are we watching?" Ange asked, jumping up in down in excitement and clapping her hands.

"Ange, calm down please." Brennan mumbled, glancing around to the DVD'S positioned on the couch. "Well I have a large array of DVD's here so I guess you could choose any one of them it doesn't matter." She explained before walking into the kitchen to grab two glasses and place them on the counter.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Depends on what we're drinking," Ange replied, sitting herself at the breakfast bar with a widening grin, looking up at her friend anticipation. She eyed the movies on the coffee table from her spot, mentally weighing the choices. She spotted a movie she hadn't heard of before and jumped from her seat. "Ooh hello!! Who is THIS?! Whoever he is, he is haawwttt!!" she exclaimed, eyeing the sexy male specimen on the front cover with a glazed-over look on her face.

Brennan moved over to the fridge and sighed loudly, grabbing a casket of red wine and pouring it into their glasses. It was going to be a long night that was for sure. Slowly she moved towards the couch, two glasses of wine in her hands before raising one to hand one to her friend and smiled slightly.

"What are you talking about Ange?" she questioned, tilting her head to the side in confusion before taking a sip of her wine.

Angela accepted the wine from her friend eagerly, taking a sip and picking up the DVD she had been admiring. "This movie. Who is this guy? He looks smoking. Bares slight resemblance to that FBeye candy partner of yours," she told Bren, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Brennan gave her friend a slight eye roll and sighed. Although there was a great similarity between the man on the cover and Booth it was silly that Angela would make such assumptions and she tried to ignore the moisture that pooled to her lower regions at the though of Seeley Booth.

"They look slightly similar Ange, but it's just a movie. Yes I agree that Booth is also pleasing to look at in some cases too." She explained, taking a seat on the couch and crossing one leg over the other before taking another sip.

"Mmhm, that he is," Angela agreed, taking another sip of her wine. "You like him, Bren. Don't even try and deny it," she teased, leaning away to avoid injury. She took the DVD and put it in the player, being able to work it perfectly, seeing as she was the one that bought and installed it. With Booth's help, of course. She placed the case back on the coffee table and sat back on her knees, preparing to get back up. She lifted herself up, wine glass still in hand. Spinning herself around she heard a gasp from her friend and the tell tale splash of liquid on skin. Holy shit. Turning to face her friend she gasped and began profusely apologising. "Ohmigosh, Bren, I'm soo sorry!!"

Brennan smiled at Angela sympathetically, jumping up from the couch and running into the bathroom before grabbing a cloth and wetting it under the sink. "It's fine Angela, really. It'll come out." Brennan explained, dabbing at the material and frowning as it only seemed to make the stain worse. Running quickly from the bathroom she turned to Angela and smiled again, noticing the worried look on her friend's face.

"It's fine Ange. No big deal." Before Angela could reply she ran into her bedroom and pulled off her top before changing into a black tank top, walking out of her room with the white one and frowning instantly at the look on her artist friend's face.

"Ange, why are you staring at me?"

"You seem… flushed. You okay, Bren?" Ange asked, noticing her friend's pink cheeks and deep breathing. "You cold?" she asked, motioning to Bren's strained nipples with a grin. She reddened immediately and felt shame at the heat building between her legs. Holy shit. Maybe she should just leave now. Maybe this was a bad idea. But Angela Montenegro was never one to back down from a challenge. Particularly a fun and exciting challenge.

Brennan bit her lip tightly, wondering how she had picked up on her arousal so quickly. Then again this was Angela Montenegro they were talking about. The flush on her cheeks grew slightly as she felt embarrassed.

"I'm fine Angela, it's actually quite warm in here. Maybe we should go watch the movie huh?" she questioned, trying to step around her overly excitable friend before she started to make assumptions.

Ange's lip quivered in anticipation and she practically galloped over to the couch, plonking herself down, the nagging guilt feeling at the pit of her stomach not wanting to leave her alone. She smiled through it and pressed play, smiling at Bren as she sat down across from her. Ooh… this guy was so hot. She tried to keep back the drool as she ogled the sex-tastic piece of man candy on the screen.

Brennan sat on the opposite side of Angela and hugged her knees to her chest, eyes focusing instantly on the movie at hand. As the movie started she frowned, finding herself easily confused by the concept of this movie. Her eyes slowly darted to her friend and she bit her lip lightly, hoping Angela wouldn't bring it up again.

"So what is this movie about anyway Ange?"

"You don't know what one of your own movies is about?" Ange replied looking at her in disgrace. "And I'm not sure what this one's about, but I could just sit here and ogle this guy all day…" she added, sitting back on the couch and resting her chin on her palm, her pinky making it's way into her mouth, trying to control the drool she was sure would come.

Brennan rolled her eyes at her friend, typical Angela. Her brow rose as she noticed her friend bite down on her pinky in a strange manner.

"Angela are you alright?" she questioned before sitting up slightly from the couch and grabbing her glass of wine, a small gasp leaving her lips as her foot pressed hard into her crotch feeling suddenly aroused but bit her lip before silencing herself by taking a sip of wine.

Angela sighed and pulled her now slobbery pinky from her mouth, wiping it on her pyjama shorts. She looked to her friend, her eyes wide, and grinned. "Nothing, Bren. I just really like this guy . He's sexy, don't you think?" Ange told her, grinning wider as she heard the very erotic sounding sigh that left her friend's lips.

"I guess he is quite 'sexy'. " She replied, taking another sip of her wine and noticing as Angela's grin suddenly grew in size and tried to not make her eyes widen. Resting back into the couch she sighed. "Ange what's so funny all of a sudden? You're obviously grinning at something amusing." Brennan exclaimed, trying to keep her cool and not give anything away. Carefully this time she sat up and placed her wine back on the table, almost gasping again as her foot brushed her crotch once more but instead she flinched slightly her breaths heavy for a moment before lying back into the couch waiting for a reply from her excitable friend.

Angela continued to grin, trying not to burst out laughing as she replied. "Oh, no, nothing, Bren. This movie is good though, don't you think?" she tried to change the subject, indicating to the TV with the hand still holding her wine glass, getting more and more turned on by the minute. "Ooh, look they're going dancing!" she exclaimed.

Brennan sighed, shaking her head at her friend Angela who would probably never tell her what she was grinning at. "I guess it's an alright movie…." She replied, suddenly turning her attention back to the movie. Her body shifted in her seat, the light from the suddenly giving Angela a view of Brennan's nipples through the thin fabric before she settled back in her seat properly, crossing her arms casually across her chest. Unfortunately it pushed up her breasts more but Brennan was completely oblivious to her friend staring at her. "Mm, they have very impressive dancing skills but I doubt they would be this good at dancing in a real life situation." The anthropologist explained, rambling on about the flaws of the movie.

Ange made a hmm sound in agreement, but kept her eyes glued on the screen. Oh this was hot. The couple on the screen were tangoing and pressing body against body. Then. Oh. Holy shit. Yes puh-lease. The hot guy, the actor who's name Angela had yet to learn, had his shirt pulled off by the sexy Latina. Oh yes please. Very sexy. Angela would tap that. She felt the drool literally dribbling from her mouth and moaned, taking her pinky into her mouth once more. Yum.

Her eyes flicked over to Angela again and she let out a sigh, her friend was indulged in the movie by this point biting on her pinky in an attempt to stop the drool from rolling down her cheek. A simple roll of the eyes and Brennan focussed back on the movie. "Ange, you're drooling." Brennan stated casually, shifting slightly in her seat.

"Yes, I know, Bren. Don't tell me SOME R-Rated thoughts are running through your head right now," Ange said after wiping the drool from her chin and side of her mouth. She noticed Brennan shifting in her seat and only one thought occurred to her mind. She was hot for it. This thought could have been influenced by the hot guy on screen. But still… that was hot.

"No, actually they aren't Angela." Brennan lied, trying to keep her cool and her body shifted again in her seat. Was it hot in here or was it just her? She turned to face her friend and smiled slightly. "Ange do you want me to turn on the air conditioner or something?" she questioned, hugging her legs to her chest in an attempt to not on relieve the throbbing between her thighs but to also to stop herself from squirming.

"No, no, Bren, I like it hot," Angela said, a seductive tone taking over her voice. She avoided eye contact with her friend, keeping them trained on the screen, at the man and the woman giggling on their date. She could feel the blood pooling in her core, and this was only getting her more and more turned on. So far, this night had been better than she'd anticipated.

Brennan shifted in her position slightly, biting her lip at Angela's very arousing reply and she ignored the continuous moisture pooling to her lower regions. Her eyes darted towards Angela then back to the movie on the screen, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible with her friend.

"Do you want another drink Ange?" Brennan questioned her friend, voice slightly shaky.

"A drink of Temperance, that's what I'd like," Angela replied, sliding closer to her friend on the couch, pressing against her. She knew she was intimidating the anthropologist, but knew she loved it. She could feel he arousal flowing, and knew she wouldn't last long, just from the visual and auditory stimulation.

Brennan froze instantly as she heard her friend's statement, arousal flowing through every part of her body. Her eyes flickered to meet Angela's which were full of lust, not to mention also arousal. "Ange, I don't know what you mean…" Brennan replied, suddenly confused let alone aroused at the same time and frowned.

Angela's heart pumped in her body. She was so aroused, it was not funny. Not only the hot guy on the screen, but also her best friend sitting next to her whom she was starting to look at in a whole different way. She licked her lips and looked over at her, taking her hand and trailing it up her best friend's thigh, making her moan and Angela grinned wider.

Brennan couldn't help but moan at the feel of her friend's hand slowly running up her thigh, taking in the way she licked her lips and knew Angela was going to pounce, already noticing the grin of satisfaction across the artist's face. She wasn't sure whether to feel aroused or scared at her friend's antics and bit down on her bottom lip lightly, almost innocently and seductively at the same time.

"Ange…." Brennan tried to form a sentence together but failed as the hand slowly crept up her thigh, touch cobweb light.

"Do you like that, Bren, sweetie? Hmm?" Ange prompted, trailing her hand further, feeling the heat from her best friend's core radiating through the thin material of he shorts. She swept her hand close to the radiating heat, then moved it away, trailing it down the other leg, hearing the groan of discontentment from the anthropologist. "Let me know what you're feeling, sweetie. If you want me to stop I can…. Just let me know…" Ange trailed off, tracing circles on Temperance's thigh.

"It's nice Ange…." Brennan replied, her voice slightly shaky but radiating arousal the whole time. Her body squirmed at the feel of her fingers brushing along her thigh and across her shorts which were probably drenched by this point but she didn't care. "This feels…" Brennan started, biting down on her lip harder to choose her words carefully. "It feels really good Ange…"

"It feels good for me too, sweetie. So good. You're so hot for it, aren't you?" she taunted, continuing the trail down her best friend's leg, tracing more circles on the inside of her foot, making Temperance arch towards her touch. "You know, I'm so hot for it too. I've been fantasising about this for such a long time, I have to admit. You're so sexy, Bren," Ange revealed, continuing her motions.

Brennan grinned slightly at her friend, deciding to play along with her game. "Mm, yes I'm hot for it too Ange." She replied, licking her lips slightly a blush creeping along her cheeks. Her eyes widened in an innocent gesture, faking mock surprise at her friend's statement. "You have Ange? Are you willing to share?" The anthropologist questioned, leaning in closer and snaking her hand up one of Angela's thighs before abruptly removing it again.

"There are so many times, Bren. So many. I swear, if I have a dollar for every nice, hot, sexy, smutty, fantasy, I've had with me and you, I would be a very rich rich woman," Angela revealed, moaning from the loss of her friend's hand movement. She'd gotten so close to touching her in that one place she wanted, no, needed so badly to be touched, then whipped her and away. She was getting aggravated. Very annoyed. One thing was for sure. She was going to get revenge.

Brennan let out a small moan and smiled at her friend, slowly running her hand up her thigh letting it brush over the place she really needed it before running back down again. She repeated the process enjoying the moans that left Angela's lips. "Mm.. so Ange if you had to choose, what would be your most favourite or most reoccurring one?" she questioned teasingly.

"Hmm… well, like I said, there are quite a few. But my personal favourite? In the shower. Nice and sudsy, wet in more ways than one. I'd take you against the wall, pressing you against the cold tiles, but I'd warm you up with the heat radiating from our bodies. Then, I'd go down on you licking you out until you come all over my face and my fingers. I'd lick it all up, though. The juice of Temperance, my favourite beverage," Ange explained in explicit detail, getting both of them hotter and hotter by the second.

Slowly her hand snaked its way up Angela's thigh and to the partially soaked crotch of her friend's shorts, pressing hard against the fabric like it was a reward for the mental images she had been presented with. Enjoying the moan that left her own lips and Angela's, her hand retreated slowly back the opposite way. "Oh Ange that is so hot…." She whispered, her breaths coming out in short pants.

"No, no. You are so hot, sweetie. Me and you, we're so- ah… hot… together," she said, the hand pressing into her core making her hotter, and she let out a moan in delight, letting out a shudder, and she knew she was close. So close. Her hands shook and she took hold of her friend's upper arms, making her way around the front to Temperance's breasts, and rubbing through the material, even through the tank shirt and the bra underneath, Angela could still feel the sure press of her friend's pebbled nipples. So hard and ripe and begging for attention. She was more than happy to oblige. She slipped her hands under the thin material and under the padding of the bra, her forefingers and thumbs easily finding the ripened buds and twisting slightly, squeezing them firmly and eliciting a moan from the other occupant of the couch, much to Angela's delight.

Brennan's head lulled back in abandon and her eyes closed as Angela made contact with her aching breasts. "Mm… w-we so are…" she replied, her sentence finishing on a loud moan. Her hands snaked down to brush along the hem of Angela's pyjama pants and slowly snaked their way down, pushing down on the crotch once more, smirking at how wet her friend was. "Is that nice Ange?" she taunted, pressing down once again at the moan of approval leaving her friend's lips. "Mm… does this make you nice and wet? Pressing my hand against you just like this?" she punctuated the sentence by pushing down harder.

"Yes, it does; very wet, but not enough to make me come, sweetie. I want your fingers on my core before I do that," Ange replies, her grin becoming mischievous. She removed her hands from Brennan's aching breasts, and pulled the anthropologist's shirt off before unclasping the bra and letting it drop to the floor, exposing her best friend's full, plump and ready breasts. Temperance's nipples were pearled in anticipation and Angela hungrily attached her lips to one of them, sucking eagerly, savouring the taste, not knowing if this was a one time thing or not. Shit, she really hoped it wasn't. This was so hot, so sexy, was getting her more aroused than ever. She hoped that it never ended.

A loud moan erupted from Brennan's lips, her body arching into Angela's mouth instantly. Her body writhed with Angela's actions and Brennan smiled, slowly trailing her hands up her friend's shirt and unclasping her bra from the back before rubbing and twisting her artist friend's pert nipples.

"You need… ah, attention too Ange, I want to… see your a-ah… beautiful… breasts please Ange…." Brennan moaned.

"I can arrange that," replied Angela breathily, pushing away from her friend and pulling off her tank shirt, successfully pulling her bra with it. She grinned and had to contain a laugh at her friend's shocked expression. She had to hand it to her, she didn't think Temperance would be this out there. She arched up for her friend's attention, and moved her hand down to stroke Bren's side, fingering the waistband of her shorts. The smell of sex and arousal filled the room and only got her more excited, she could feel her juices pooling at her slit, threatening to trail down her thighs.

Brennan shifted slightly as Angela fingered the waist band of her shorts and let out a small moan. Slowly she shifted her head forward to attach her lips to the right nipple, swirling her tongue around it and smiling as Angela let out a throaty moan, her hand made its way down to Angela's shorts, moving past the waist band and down her soaked friend's panties. Sliding a finger into her wet heat and grinned wider at her friend's loud moan. Removing her lips from Angela's nipple she grinned up at her friend. "Are you enjoying this Ange?"

"I so am, Bren," Angela moaned, shuddering as her friend's slender finger slid into her wet folds. She was so hot for it. She moaned as Brennan continued her movements, her nipple and heat in stimulation overdrive. She felt her juices begin to flow, and knew she was so ready, and was going to let lose at any seconds. If Bren kept it up, which she so hoped she did.

Brennan could feel the tell-tale signs that Angela was close and smiled against her friend's nipple, suddenly thrusting another finger into her friend and quickening her movements enjoying the way her friend's body writhed against her own. She moved her head from her nipple and whispered into Angela's ear, her hot breath on Angela's ear. "Come on Ange, just let go. Come for me."

Angela moaned loudly and shuddered violently. Her walls clenched around her friend's finger and she came with a squeal. "Temperaa-a-anncee!!" she cried, her juiced spilling over the fingers still pumping in and out of her core. Her insides bubbled in utter excitement and she kept coming and coming, her friends fingers filling with her hot, sticky juices. She grinned at her best friend as she came down from her high, slumping over Temperance, her breathing heavy and her body exhausted. But not for long. She recouped and sat up, pressing Temperance's lips against hers, and pushing her backwards on the couch. "Time for you to let go, sweetie," Ange told her, kissing down the anthropologist's chest.

Brennan grinned as she heard Angela scream her name as she came, her own arousal growing as she did so. Removing her fingers from Ange's wet heat and sucking them into her mouth, before bringing them out on a loud pop. "Mmm, you taste fantastic Ange." Brennan explained, feeling her thighs grow stickier as Angela layed her backwards on the couch. A moan left her lips as Angela kissed lightly down her chest. "Yeah Ange…" she whispered breathlessly, eyes already glazing over.

Angela trailed her kisses down her best friend, stopping to kiss each nipple on the way, licking down the valley between the scientist's luscious breasts, down her flat stomach, to the waistband of her short shorts. She peeled off the soaked garment and carelessly strewed it on the floor, focusing on the even more soaked lace material of Temperance's panties. Slowly, almost torturingly slow, working the fabric down her legs, Angela slid a finger into her best friends almost dripping core, eliciting a moan from her, and adding another digit to the mix.

Brennan moaned throatily, her eyes closing suddenly shut and her hips writhed in time to the way Angela's fingers pumped inside of her. She bit down on her lip, another moan leaving her lips.

"A-Ahh… that's… o-ooh… great Ange…" Brennan exclaimed, eyes opening to gaze into Angela's brown ones.

Angela locked eyes with her best friend and continued pushing her fingers in and out, feeling the wetness between Temperance's folds. She ran her thumb up to stroke Brennan's clit, making both of them moan, Brennan presumably from what Angela was doing and Angela from the sensations Tempe's body was giving her. Angela was more turned on than ever, and that was saying something. Daringly, she attached her lips to one of Brennan's aching nipples, sucking for a bit, and swirling his tongue around the aching bud, before moving to the other, hoping to put Brennan over the edge.

A loud gasp left Brennan's lips as Angela attached her self to her breast and her hips moved faster another loud moan eliciting from the anthropologist. All the sensations were slowly building up, breaths leaving her in quick pants. "Oh God… Ange… so close… so..."

"Yeah, baby," Ange moaned, moving her lips from Bren's breast to where Ange's fingers were busily pleasing Bren's core. She sucked in Brennan's clit, and ran her tongue all over it, knowing by the feeling on her tongue that her friend was close. She moaned, sending vibrations through Brennan's core.

The arousal began to bubble up in Brennan and before she knew it her walls clenched tightly, a scream leaving her lips as she came into her friend's mouth. "A-Annng-gelllaa…." Brennan screeched, breathing heavily as she slowly came down from her high, body slumped against the couch and her eyes flickered to her friend who was still busy licking her continuously spilling juices. "O-Oh God…."

"That was so hot, Bren" Angela told Temperance, holding her as she came down from her high, pulling her best friend against her on the couch, kissing her on the temple. "So good," she mumbled, running her hand up and down Temperance's bare skin, along the curve of her hip, and the rounding of her delicious breasts, reaching around and stroking her nipple, enjoying the intimacy of the situation.

Brennan arched slightly into the feel of her friend stroking her perky nipple, a small sigh of bliss left her lips and her body pressed back into Angela's a smile crossing her face. "Ange, that was… hot and fantastic…" she whispered in awe to her friend, a sleepy smile spread across her face.

Ange pressed another kiss to Temperance's forehead, and continued running her hand over Brennan's body. "Maybe we should have girls night in more often," Angela suggested with a grin, raping the blanket from the back of the couch over the pair and beginning to fall into a peaceful slumber.

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