Title: A drawing is just a drawing, or is it?
Author: nepeace
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Angela draws a certain brunette more than once
Rating: PG
A drawing is just a drawing, or is it?
Angela looked down at her drawing, once again one of her drawings turned into a certain brunette. She had been working on a sketch to give yet another young female victim her face back when she noticed that it wasn’t the victim that she had been drawing but Temperance Brennan. Not that she wanted her to be a victim; on the contrary Temperance was all she could think off. She couldn’t even count how many drawings she made that turned out to be Temperance. She was mesmerized by this woman who had absolutely no idea of how beautiful she was.
Title: I was hoping
Author: nepeace
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Angela Montenegro/Temperance Brennan
Rating: PG
I was hoping
After the whole not getting married with Hodgins we decided that it was time to take a break. Angela wanted to go away for a while but she didn’t want to go alone. Then Hodgins told her that he wanted her to go on the vacation that they had planned to be their honeymoon. At least then one of them would have an awesome vacation. At first she had declined but he had insisted that she should go. He had also told her to take someone with her, and he had even suggested that maybe Brennan would like to go with her.
Finally after a lot of begging and pleading on Angela’s part Brennan had agreed to go with her and canceled the trip that she had planned to make this summer. On the plane Brennan told Angela that she had never gone on a vacation before. Angela was surprised because she knew that Brennan had traveled all over the world until she explained that if she took a trip she took it to help archaeologists or to help identify genocide or disaster victims. She was always working even when she claimed that she took a vacation.
Angela felt saddened when she heard that and she promised herself that this would be a vacation which they would never forget. She had no idea how true those words would be when she thought it. A couple of days into the vacation Angela had planned a dinner and a night out at one of the local clubs.
They had both been drinking a good amount of liquor and had been dancing for a couple of hours when Brennan stopped dead in her tracks and stared at Angela, who wondered what was going on. Confused, she asked her what was going on, and instead of giving her an answer, Brennan leaned in and kissed her. It was an intense, loving kiss.
At first Angela wanted to push her away, but she realised how good it felt. And how much she had wanted this. In the past, before her relationship with Hodgins she had thought about this option, but she never imagined that Brennan would ever go for that, none the less that she would understand it. But apperantly she had and even though Angela was the more socially developed person, it was Brennan who made the first step.
At that moment a sound interrupted her train of thought, she looked up and saw Brennan standing next to her. A smile covered her face as she looked down at Angela. She was holding two cups of tea and sat one down on the table. Angela placed her scrapbook on the table. She invited Brennan to sit next to her and embraced her. As she looked down at the scrapbook on the table she saw the drawing that she made the morning after their first kiss. Brennan sleeping half naked, half covered under the silk sheets in the hotel. Looking back at that particular drawing her mind took her back to that night. They arrived back at the hotel and, at that point, Angela had stopped Brennan. She needed to know if Brennan was serious she knew that she couldn’t take it if she was just playing with her.
Brennan had looked at her, stunned, before she told her that she was dead serious and that this to her was no matter in which she would ever joke. She confided in Angela and told her in that typical Brennan way that this was what she had wanted for a long time, but that it was already too late by the time that she realized it; Angela was already in a relationship with Hodgins. Angela was stunned; they had both been walking around with the same feelings but both thought that it was better not to say anything.
There was only one suitable response and that was what she did. She leaned into Brennan and kissed her, a slow and passionate kiss. Soon they where pealing each others layers of clothes off and draping them scattered onto the floor. Angela wanted Brennan so badly that she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted Brennan naked underneath her, while she had her way with her.
The next morning she woke up early, Brennan was lying next to her still in a deep sleep. Angela got up, the thin sheets wrapped around her body and she sat down in the chair facing Brennan, watching her sleep. Her drawing pad was on the table next to her and, before she knew it, she had pulled her legs up and was sketching Brennan on a new sheet of paper. This was an image that would be etched on her mind for ever but she also wanted a visible reminder.
And that was what she was looking at now that they where back home, home being Brennan’s apartment where they both had been since they came back almost a week ago.
Title: Dr. Maura Isles & Dr. Temperance Brennan and a case of the googlemouthing squint talk
Author: nepeace
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles, Bones
Pairing: Jane/Maura, Brennan/Booth, though it is not important.
Rating: PG
Notes: My first try at Rizzoli & Isles
Summary: It’s a short quick story I wrote in a matter of minutes, while posting this I decided to add some details.
Jane Rizzoli had always thought that Maura Isles was a little … different, she had always tried to treat the other woman with respect and defended her if need but right at this moment she was at a complete loss for words. For the past couple of minutes Maura Isles had been spewing facts, one after another and Jane lost track of the conversation. Nothing sounded even remotely familiar anymore and the strangest thing was that the other woman sitting besides Maura was nodding her head in agreement. Every now and than she added something which caused a totally new waterfall of words to tumble from Maura’s lips.
She literally couldn’t understand a word her friend was saying; “What?”
Maura froze mid-sentence, turning her head towards the detective cocking it sideways while she watched her intensely. But before she could say anything the broad shouldered FBI Agent started to laugh, a loud heartwarming laugh; “Oh, that’s normal. That’s just squint talk.”
Jane focused her attention on the agent next to her; “What? I was talking about the googlemouthing. Wait what did you call it?”
Booth shrugged, he was used to it by now and he had to admit hearing these two woman talking to each other was something else, for all he cared they could have been speaking Russian and he would have understood just as much. He loved Bones, no doubt about it but sometimes he wished that she was a little bit more like Cam or Angela. They would get his jokes, sports or movie references while Tempe with all her brainy facts would need an explanation, nevertheless he loved her. He always had to be honest; “Squint talk, she does it all the time. I have to ask her time and time again to speak English.”
Jane: “I hear you, I have to stop her from going all googlemouth on me all the time too. Add to that the fact that she refuses to call a reddish-brown stain blood and you know what I have to deal with on a daily bases. She always needs to have everything confirmed before making a statement. Even if the victim has a slit throat she still wants to make sure that the reddish-brown stains all over the room are blood.” She sighs and rolls her eyes but a smile is playing on her lips.
Booth grunts in agreement; “Same here. Glad I finally found someone who understands how hard it can be to work with someone like our uber-squints. Want another beer?” He asking pointing to the empty bottle in Jane’s hand.
“Yes, please. And a bowl of peanuts, I don’t care how unsanitary they are.”
“Oh, so your squint gave you that lecture as well.”
“Shut up! You have no idea followed by how dirty beer bottles are but still I prefer it straight out of the bottle.”
“Same here.” Booth said while he tapped his bottle against Jane’s in triumph.
