SHUT UP, THIS IS MY JAM.

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Angela Montenegro | Bones | OTA

[thenormalsquint]

https://youtu.be/2j-q_dM-3MM

[derek_morgan]

"Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me
In those jeans?
Really thick, like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans?
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans?
Looking good plenty tight
Is there room, any more room for me?"

And now that's gonna be in my head forever lmao

[thenormalsquint]

[The times they manage to find a moment together are few and far in between, and even less occasions happen for them to go out as an actual couple and do something. Serial killers don't lend themselves easily to romance and seduction and neither do corpses lying on examination tables, so when Derek texts her and gives her a head's up that hes finally back in town ahead of schedule, Angela doesn't hesitate to agree on dinner at a local restaurant.

Any other day, she'd swing home and change her outfit into something a little more jazzed up, freshen up her hair and makeup, but time is of the essence and to be honest, Angela is pretty sure Derek isn't the type to complain about her clothing choices anyway. Definitely not when this outfit is all snug jeans that stretch over the curve of her hips just so, knee high boots, and her sweater is loose enough that it slips down one shoulder, giving a hint of skin. He might complain, though, that she told him she'd be there at a certain time, but she's thirty minutes late and hustling through the restaurant towards the table, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.]

Hey, sweetheart, sorry I'm late. People decide to go missing at the worst moments.

lol, With him singing it? That's how it's stuck in mine

[derek_morgan]

[ Derek Morgan wasn't anyone to talk about someone else in a pair of jeans. Few exceptions were made for his t-shirt and jeans or henley and jeans, depending on the time of year. Angela hadn't kicked him to the curb for his crusty pair of boots or frequent last minute changes to plans so he occupied himself with a few rounds of drinks while going over what he could workwise on the Federally issued tablet Garcia had gotten the team.

It came in handy for a few video chats (which remained on secured networks thanks to Angela's skill) when they'd been apart for the better of a week. Or was it two?

Not that he couldn't remember the last he'd seen her pretty face but there were three killers at large--not to mention what the woman of the hour was working on. Garcia had mentioned a possible connection that he had every intention of asking Angela about until his eyes caught sight of what she was wearing. ]

Damn.

[ He hadn't meant to say that out loud. His eyes glanced from her ass to the table--specifically his third glass of Crown Royal, quickly returning up to Angela. Instead of finding any kind of apology, Derek licked his lips and openly stared with predatory eyes. ]

Is there anything you don't look good enough to eat in?

him... singing? your poor head then lol

[thenormalsquint]

[Well, to be perfectly honest, there is a reason why she keeps attempting to convince him to leave those boots at her front door. Those shoes are an abomination and Angela would tell him so if only he didn't kiss her senseless as soon as she opened the door.

Derek's definitely a talker regardless of what he's doing and where he is and the fact that Angela always manages to make him stop short and go practically speechless, it does great things to her ego--as if she needed an even bigger head. Angela grins at his reaction, slipping into her chair and leaning forward with her arms crosses against her chest. No elbows on the table be damned.]

My super sexy granny nightgown. [Which, if it existed, he wouldn't see only because Angela can't seem to keep any clothes on when she's around him. Hmm. A mystery for the ages.] Remind me to put it on when we get home.

Ginuwine is to blame.

[derek_morgan]

Baby, I don't see putting clothes on when we get home. Minute we get through that door, they're gonna come off.

[ She could look through a menu. What he was hungry for, wasn't on it. Yet he knew it'd be important to build energy so Derek kept something in mind to order when their server ever got to their table. He moved from slouched back to hunching over as if to meet her face with his, only stopping at a natural stretch over his side. ]

If I can hold out that long and don't take you for a quick ride somewhere around here.

[thenormalsquint]

Actually, I was really looking forward to putting on my ratty sweats and reading in bed for the night. I mean, if you want to get naked, I can't stop you, but it does get chillier at night now. Might want to consider shrinkage.

[The second Derek leans forward, Angela leans back because what is their secret little game without her being a cocktease. Oh, she knows he's going to make her pay dearly for her behavior later, but that's the fun part. Drag him along for as long as her patience can hold out and both of them will enjoy the result.

The server arrives to fill their water glasses and recite the daily specials, but for the moment, Angela tells them that she isn't ready to order yet. Of course she isn't. There's a menu she needs to pretend she's paying rapt attention to.]

I'm wondering if quick ride is referring to your bike or if it's an euphemism you're trying to slip by me.