Sweet Southern Boy

By: Banana Flavored Eskimo

The sweet crooning baritone of Josh Turner filled the lab area of one Dr. Jack Hodgins.

A petite brunette twirled around in slow circles, her hips swaying to the music as she waited for the results that were currently being processed by the mass spectrometer.

Wendell Bray raised his brows as his dark blue eyes followed the hypnotizing sway of rounded hips and soft curves.

When he had heard country, he had thought that Finn had somehow hijacked Hodge's space and decided to play that crap he called music. He personally couldn't find what was so great about the genre of country, but if it involved curly haired brunettes moving like that he'd definitely reconsider his assessment and reevaluate.

"Wendell."

The blonde was broken from his thoughts when he heard his name called.

"What?" He asked in a poor attempt to act casual.

Jack Hodgins obviously wasn't convinced as he rolled his eyes and jerked his head in the vague direction of the still dancing brunette. "Eyes off. She's my intern and I won't have you corrupting her. Besides, she's sweet on Opie."

Wendell frowned.

Finn? This girl had a crush on Finn? He was just a kid!

"Go on and help Dr. Brennen. We have the samples from the murder site and are already analyzing the particulates found on the body."

"Wait! Dr. Saroyan found something foreign in her stomach that wasn't food and wanted you to analyze it," he said with that grin of his that looked far too pleased.

"Get in there and don't flirt," ordered Hodgins.

"Who me?" Asked Wendell in mock innocence.

The elder man simply rolled his eyes. "Don't even try that."

"Oh Dr. Hodgins! You really must see this!"

Wendell grinned. She was British. That was just sexy.

Casually strolling past Hodgins, he offered the pretty brunette a charming smile. "Hello. My name is Wendell Bray."

Hermione was rather surprised by the rather forward blonde man. He was attractive, she would definitely give him that, but she had seen far more handsome men in her lifetime.

In true Gryffindor fashion, the tiny brunette offered her hand for a firm handshake.

Wendell was somewhat amused by her spunk. She was certainly feisty for such a small woman. However, he wasn't complaining. He liked them feisty.

"Hermione Granger," she supplied professionally.

Turning towards Dr. Hodgins, the ecstatic brunette grinned brightly. Her smile was absolutely infectious for Hodge found himself grinning just as brilliantly at her enthusiasm.

"What did you find?"

"Well," began the young woman, "there were several particulates, but once I ran them under the mass spectrometer…"

Wendell stood there awkwardly, staring at the petite woman who had unknowingly blown him off.

What just happened there?

"Bit?"

Great. Now Finn was here and he was going to mosey on up and sweep her off her feet.

"In here cowboy."

Cowboy? She had a nickname for him?

W.T.F?

Finn saw the somewhat bitter look on Wendells' face and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Served the bastard right trying to come up and be sweet on his girl.

"Hey there bit."

Wendell wanted to vomit.

Hermione twirled around and offered a short peck on the underside of his jaw which resulted in him snaking his arms around her waist and drawing her in for a proper kiss.

Or it would have been a proper kiss if Thurston hadn't decided to be a jerk.

"Cool it Opie. That's my intern and we have work to do."

Hermione blushed as she shook her head, somewhat flustered. Finn always did have that effect on her.

Finn, on the other hand, was more annoyed than anything else.

"I'll make it up to you later cowboy. Promise," said Hermione with an apologetic smile.

The country boy really couldn't fault her and simply grinned boyishly at her words.

Wendell looked like he wanted to gag. They were sickeningly sweet and just looking at them was giving him a toothache.

Finn merely gave the elder intern a warning look and Wendell got the message loud and clear: HANDS OFF.

He needn't be told twice, but that still didn't mean he couldn't flirt around a bit. He had no `interest in breaking the two up, but he did love to tease Finn. The kid was just too easy.

Wendell let out a soft sight. "Well then, I suppose I'll be off. It was nice to meet you Hermione."

Hermione barely heard him as she simply hummed her acknowledgement. She was once again immersed in her work.

Finn grinned. That was his girl right there!

Wendell simply rolled his eyes. On second thought, maybe flirting with her would be a lost cause. She obviously only had eyes for Finn.

Oh well. There were plenty of fish in the sea.

"I don't understand," stated Dr. Brennan

"I'm nervous about taking our relationship to the next level," said Hermione as she fiddled somewhat carelessly with a long golden chain hanging round her neck.

Temperance Brennan had noticed her habit of spinning the oddly broken hourglass charm in her fingers, a restless habit no doubt caused by nervousness. Why she was nervous, she still had yet to grasp.

"Oh sweetie, you shouldn't be nervous," said Angela soothingly.

"I agree. Sex is a natural course of action that occurs between two consensual adults that wish to partake in acts of pleasure. There is nothing wrong with seeking pleasure from your partner when in an exclusive relationship."

Hermione wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

Usually she loved Dr. Brennan's no nonsense approach to life, but hearing her be so blasé about sex made her want to crawl under a rock.

Despite all her life experiences, she was still very much a virgin who hadn't even gone past first base – although those heated kisses with her cowboy were quickly inching her towards second.

The "brightest witch of her age" was hopeless when it came to romantic entanglements and Finn was very much her first serious relationship.

Angela merely rolled her eyes, used to Temperance's bluntness. "Is Finn your first boyfriend?"

"Yes," she answered immediately.

Viktor did not count despite him courting her for a year in fourth. How was she supposed to know that he had every intention of marrying her!? She was fifteen and was just ecstatic someone saw her as a female.

The artist wanted to sigh. First loves were amazing!

"You should really talk over your concerns with Mr. Abernathy and let him know about your hesitancy in participating in intercourse. He is incredibly sensitive and I know he will respect your anxiety."

And now she remembered why she wanted to speak with both women. They were so different, yet offered brilliant advice from both emotional and analytical points of views. As a scholar, she could appreciate both, no matter how embarrassed she may be.

Nodding her head, the brunette made her decision. She would definitely lay it out in the open for her cowboy and the express her concerns and share with him her trepidations. She knew without a doubt that her sweet southern boy would accept and care for her regardless and that is why she wanted him to be her first, last and only.

Call it a witches' intuition, but Hermione Granger knew that Finn Abernathy was it for her and, unlike Viktor Krum, she wholeheartedly welcomed the idea.

AN: For those that are not aware, these are a series of oneshots that I'm doing so I'm not sure how many chapters I'll have here. I just add to them when I feel like it.

Still working on other stories and I'll be honest in saying that I've written quite a bit for a few things, but I'm now re-writing it because I'm not pleased with the direction that it's taking.

Anyways, thank you all for being so wonderful to me. I really appreciate it and hopefully I can continue to write.

- Banana Flavored Eskimo