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snoggedTitle: Effects of Egg Nog
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Hart Hanson and Co. own the characters of Bones. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Sweets/Hodgins, implied Hodgins/Angela and Hodgins/Zach
Word Count: 311
Rating: FRT/PG-13; m/m, kissing, language, implied sexual situations
Summary: Hodgins and Sweets learn a little bit more about each other…
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rockstarpeach who wanted Sweets/Hodgins and egg nog. This is not a pairing I've written before so I hope it meets your expectations, hun!
“I hate the holidays. The whole fucking Christmas season. It’s just a contrived notion of the credit card and Hallmark companies,” Hodgins said, wrapping his lips around the rim of the cup and gulping down more of his brandy-rich egg nog.
Sweets nodded, leaning against the leather back chair in his office. “Is this what you plan on doing this evening? Bitching about Christmas?”
“You’re a shrink. You don’t get to swear, or berate me,” Hodgins sputtered.
Sweets shook his head, “Right now, I’m a friend getting his cute friend drunk. No real therapy needed there.”
Hodgins blinked, “You think I’m cute?”
The color in Sweets’ face drained as he sipped at his own cup of egg nog. “I…I mean, you aren’t bad looking. I can see why many people would be attracted to you.”
“Yeah…right. That’s why Angela left me and why Zach decided to go and get himself arrested.”
“You and Zach had a…”
Hodgins nodded, finishing off his beverage and pouring himself another. “It wasn’t a big thing. More of a King of the Lab dare. I kinda lost and Zach made me do…things.”
“I see,” Sweets said, a smile crinkling in the corners of his lips. “Would it be forward of me to suggest an interaction between the two of us?”
Hodgins tilted his head, looking intrigued. Sweets leaned forward and their lips brushed together. Hodgins’ lips tasted like brandy, and cream, and dirt, and cardamom. As soon as the kiss ended, Sweets couldn’t wait to do it again no matter how unprofessional it probably was.
The forensic scientist smiled and took another sip of egg nog. “You’re gonna need to get me a lot drunker to do more, Sweets. Unless you want to try a King of the Lab challenge.”
Sweets nodded, “I suspect getting you drunk will go a lot faster. I’m going with that.”
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Hart Hanson and Co. own the characters of Bones. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Sweets/Hodgins, implied Hodgins/Angela and Hodgins/Zach
Word Count: 311
Rating: FRT/PG-13; m/m, kissing, language, implied sexual situations
Summary: Hodgins and Sweets learn a little bit more about each other…
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: Written for
rockstarpeach who wanted Sweets/Hodgins and egg nog. This is not a pairing I've written before so I hope it meets your expectations, hun!“I hate the holidays. The whole fucking Christmas season. It’s just a contrived notion of the credit card and Hallmark companies,” Hodgins said, wrapping his lips around the rim of the cup and gulping down more of his brandy-rich egg nog.
Sweets nodded, leaning against the leather back chair in his office. “Is this what you plan on doing this evening? Bitching about Christmas?”
“You’re a shrink. You don’t get to swear, or berate me,” Hodgins sputtered.
Sweets shook his head, “Right now, I’m a friend getting his cute friend drunk. No real therapy needed there.”
Hodgins blinked, “You think I’m cute?”
The color in Sweets’ face drained as he sipped at his own cup of egg nog. “I…I mean, you aren’t bad looking. I can see why many people would be attracted to you.”
“Yeah…right. That’s why Angela left me and why Zach decided to go and get himself arrested.”
“You and Zach had a…”
Hodgins nodded, finishing off his beverage and pouring himself another. “It wasn’t a big thing. More of a King of the Lab dare. I kinda lost and Zach made me do…things.”
“I see,” Sweets said, a smile crinkling in the corners of his lips. “Would it be forward of me to suggest an interaction between the two of us?”
Hodgins tilted his head, looking intrigued. Sweets leaned forward and their lips brushed together. Hodgins’ lips tasted like brandy, and cream, and dirt, and cardamom. As soon as the kiss ended, Sweets couldn’t wait to do it again no matter how unprofessional it probably was.
The forensic scientist smiled and took another sip of egg nog. “You’re gonna need to get me a lot drunker to do more, Sweets. Unless you want to try a King of the Lab challenge.”
Sweets nodded, “I suspect getting you drunk will go a lot faster. I’m going with that.”
