| Dirty moments part 4 |
[Dez. 3., 2009|09:11 pm] |
Here we go with the next installment. Thanks to Kim for beta-reading!
And thanks to you guys for your amazing reviews so far. Love them! Hope you'll at least like this chapter ;)
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| Dirty moments part 3 |
[Nov. 29., 2009|01:06 pm] |
Here we go with part 3 of this little tale. I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving!
Chapter 3: Teacher, commander and a hero (fits into chapter 5)
By the time she was finally home it was half past nine and she found Michelle sitting in front of the TV, her homework on the table in front of the couch, a can of coke next to it.
“Hey, I’m back,” she said tiredly and bit her tongue to keep from commenting on the chaos in the living room.
“Hi. How was it?” Michelle asked and turned her head to look at her at least, although she didn’t turn the volume down.
“Don’t ask, just remind me never to go to another wake with Dr. Brennan or Booth again,” Cam sighed and plopped down on the couch beside Michelle and flinched when something poked into her thigh. She shifted and pulled out a pencil, which she placed on the table. “And how was school?” she asked.
“Ok, same old same old,” the girl shrugged and turned her attention back to the TV.
“Ok, I’ll let you watch TV then,” she finally said and got off the couch and made her way into her room where she kicked off her heels so hard that they crashed against the wall. Next she took off her black blazer and her blouse and threw them onto the armchair in the corner. She found the T-shirt she had worn that morning and took off her bra before she slipped it on. Next was her skirt, which got exchanged for some light blue shorts that she only used to sleep in.
She sat down at her vanity table and took the pins out of her hair and massaged her scalp slightly. She brushed the hairspray out and made her way into the bathroom where she washed away her make-up, brushed her teeth and took her contacts out. When she was done she walked back into her bedroom, got into bed, put on her glasses and took out the book that was lying in the drawer of her night table. She knew it was trashy female literature, but if that was all the happiness she could get, she would take it. The pirate had just kidnapped the female heroine in the book when there was a quiet knock on her door.
“Come in Michelle,” she said and placed the book in her lap.
“Hey, it’s me,” Hodgins poked his head through the door before he walked in and closed the it behind him.
“Hey, I thought you’d gone home,” she said and took off her glasses and placed them on the nightstand.
“I left my car-keys here this morning and I wanted to say good night at least,” he replied and sat down on the edge of her bed.
“Okay,” she said and nodded slowly.
“We didn’t see much of each other today, even less than at the lab. Booth called me and told me that we have to be at the funeral tomorrow morning,” he said and took her hand in his.
“Yeah, I know, I was there when Brennan had the idea to do this theatre tomorrow,” she replied while he stroked his thumb over the back of her hand.
“Did you decide yet if you’re going to ground Michelle or not?” he asked after a slight pause.
“No, I don’t think so. Booth said that maybe she’s just smoking so she gets me to stop smoking. Maybe he’s right. He said I should stop so she’ll stop. I guess I’ll try that at least,” she shrugged and kept looking at their joined hands.
“Booth, huh? I mean, sure he has a kid. Although Parker’s too young to even think about smoking,” Hodgins replied.
“He’s a good friend,” she said and looked up when he remained silent. Now he was the one who kept looking quietly at their hands. “You wanna stay?” she asked him.
“On one condition,” he said and she was relieved when she saw a mischievous smile on his face.
“What?” she asked.
“Put the glasses back on. It’s hot,” he grinned and she started laughing.
“Weirdo,” she laughed, slung her arms around his neck and pulled him to her so she could kiss him. ( Read more... ) |
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