A/N: This was requested by moonserenity089. I want to thank her for being so patient with my procrastinating and hopefully this lives not only up to her standards but to everyone else's. This is my first time ever writing a threesome so hopefully it works out alright. Sorry if it's really OOC. Oh and who knew researching bra and panty sets on the internet. (Thank god for the Victoria Secret's website ;D) If you all like what you see, please review and let me know what you think. I might turn this one shot into a chapter based threesome fic. Lemme know what you all think kay?

"Ange, I'm not sure this is a good idea." Brennan hissed as her friend managed to drag her up the stairs towards Booth's apartment somehow with her arms filled with shopping bags. Who knew Angela could shop so much? Then again, it was Angela. The artist rolled her eyes at her friend and shook her head, her lips parting to release a slightly frustrated sigh and she spun around to face Temperance, eyes locking with hers for a second. "It'll be perfectly fine Sweetie. Plus didn't you say he was dropping off Parker at Rebecca's? We'll only be a little while I only want to try on a few sets with you. Our houses are too far away and he'll never even notice we were in his apartment." Angela explained a glint of mischief in her eye and giving Bren a tug on her arm she pulled her towards Booth's apartment door. It really made Brennan wonder how she was dragged into these kind of situations, especially by her over energetic friend Angela Montenegro. This morning they had gone shopping, much to her disgust and not only that but lingerie shopping. For once in her life Brennan had actually been embarrassed by her best friend as she pranced around the lingerie store, grabbing random things from the racks and thrusting them into Tempe's arms not giving her a chance to protest before shoving her towards the cashier once she had chosen her own. All the while she had shouted things out such as "Sweetie! You would look so cute in this set!" or "Can you imagine what Booth would say if he saw you in this? It would be soooo hot!" In the end Brennan had decided to comply with her friend's demands and had bought a few of the sets but maybe this was taking it too far, after all they were trying on lingerie in Booth's apartment. Not in the private of their own apartment or house, and he could walk in at any moment. Her stomach flipped suddenly just at the thought, a thrill running through her body and she bit her lip. Not to mention the fact of seeing Angela in next to nothing made her body jolt slightly the feeling going straight to her core. Lately, Brennan had learnt that the only way to get her friend to stop rambling was just to agree. No matter what happened. The artist's voice broke her from her reverie as she compartmentalised that Angela had asked her a question. "Hello? Sweetie, I asked you a question and you were just staring off into the distance. Where does Booth keep his spare key?"

"Oh, sorry Ange I was just… thinking…I think he keeps it under the rock shaped thing near the doorstep." Brennan replied a little shakily, suddenly caught off guard. Angela let out a laugh as she picked it up and sure enough a small silver key lay underneath it. "Seriously? You think for an FBI agent he wouldn't be stupid enough to keep a key under something as obvious right?" The artist teased as she eased the key into the keyhole before quickly unlocking the door with a grin before pushing the door open wide and waltzing in, the anthropologist following in right behind her and shutting the door. Angela noticed the worried look on her friend's face and couldn't help but laugh. "I promise we won't be long. Now where's his bedroom? He has a mirror in there right?" Brennan gave her friend a simple roll of the eyes and sighed, pointing towards a doorway. "There's his bedroom and you promise right?" a sigh left Temperance's lips but she was quickly yanked off her feet by a very excitable Angela Montenegro who now had a very firm grip on her arm and dragged her off towards Booth's bedroom. "Come on! Let's go and I promise." Before Brennan could protest she found herself already being dragged towards his bedroom.

With her spare hand Angela threw the bags onto the bed and smirked at her best friend as she let go of the grip on her arm. Spinning around she sorted through the bags, separating them into their purchases and smirked as she noticed the considerable amount of bags she had compared to Temperance. Turning on her heel she faced her friend who was looking slightly nervous and rolled her eyes, she still was worried about Booth arriving and catching them but she doubted he would. "So how many sets are we trying on again Ange?" the anthropologist questioned, her voice filled with uncertainty. "We're only trying on one or two sets, nothing to stress over sweetie I promise. Now come on, let's get changed before Booth comes back." She exclaimed excitedly, winning a dirty look from Brennan before her best friend complied.

Angela reached through her bags and searched for a set she was looking for, beaming as she pulled out the matching set. Looking over her shoulder, the artist checked to see how her friend was coming along and almost froze instantly feeling her mouth suddenly grow dry in arousal. The anthropologist stood there in a very skimpy blue and white set. Her bra barely keeping in her full, beautiful breasts which were threatening to spill over the cups which were edged with white lace, a matching white bow adorned the middle of the bra, as her eyes trailed down towards Temperance's lower region Angela felt a thrill of arousal go straight to her core and licked her lips unconsciously at the sight she was met with. The pair of panties was only held around Brennan's beautiful curves by an extremely thin strap of fabric which each side was adorned with a bow. The fabric actually covering her sex left little to the imagination, barely covering anything. The artist gulped and realised she was staring, feeling a slight blush rise up on her cheeks. Was it so wrong that she was suddenly so attracted to her best friend just by seeing her in the skimpiest little set she had even seen before? "Does this look alright Ange, I'm not sure…." Brennan questioned, looking down at the set and if it wasn't for the arousal flooding her mind Angela could have sworn that her friend was a little embarrassed. Looking her friend up and down again Angela flashed a grin and let out a small laugh at her friend's concerned look. "You look beautiful sweetie, it really suits you. Believe me." She replied her voice growing husky and noticed the anthropologist's eyes widen at the sudden realisation that yes, Angela was turned on. Brennan watched the way her best friend was staring at her almost predatorily and gulped slightly suddenly feeling way too under dressed. "Why don't you try yours on Angela?" she questioned and the artist gave a small nod, making Brennan notice the way she turned around almost reluctantly to undress. When she turned back around, Temperance's eyes widened at the sight before her. The artist stood there in a purple leopard set, purple frills around the edge of the panties giving it a feminine touch. Her tongue darted out instantly to wet her dry lips, feeling her own arousal heighten at the sight of her best friend standing there.

Angela grinned as she watched Brennan's tongue dart out to wet her dry lips and shuddered instantly, feeling heat pooling at her core. She could have sworn that the room had suddenly heated up just from Temperance's gesture. Her chocolate brown eyes met her best friend's cerulean blue ones, mimicking the arousal and need behind them. "You like what you see Bren?" Angela teased, winking and her friend whose eyes widened slightly and she noticed Bren bite her lips almost nervously. "Yes… God you're so…. Beautiful Angela…." The anthropologist murmured, slightly breathless. Within a few steps their lips met halfway, Angela's hands moving to the back of her neck to urge on the heated kiss as their lips soon parted as their tongue's duelled for dominance in Brennan's wet cave. A moan vibrated between their joint lips before Angela broke off the kiss and laughed slightly at Temperance's frustrated moan, sweeping all their shopping bags off his bed and onto a heap on the floor. As soon as Angela had done so Brennan closed the space between them and resumed to kiss her friend, squealing as Angela rolled them over so she was perched on top. One of her hands trailed down the creamy skin of the anthropologist's abdomen before reaching the hem of the panties, feeling extra courageous she instantly dipped a finger into her friend's wet heat grinning at the way Brennan instantly arched up. "God sweetie, you're so wet and I've barely even started…" she husked against Brennan's ear, making her moan from underneath her as she started a steady rhythm with her finger while the other hand pulled down the cups of her bra and suckling a perky bud into her mouth, running her tongue along it and alternating between the two breasts. Temperance couldn't believe the overwhelming sensations attacking her body and let out a groan, body arching into her touches. "Oh… yesss… Angela… just like that…. Faster… ooohhh…"

Booth sighed as he climbed the stairs to his apartment with a grumble, it had been a long day looking after Parker and after dropping him off at Rebecca's the agent suddenly realised how much he missed having company around. It didn't help that he had been barely able to see his partner for most of the week, she was busy with her bones and he had been busy with his paper work. Grabbing his keys from his pocket he opened the door with a sigh and flicked the light switch and shutting the door behind him. Booth wished he could hear her voice, he hadn't heard it for a while and he suddenly missed being around her. A familiar female voice rang throughout the apartment followed by loud moans and Booth looked around the apartment quizzically, before shrugging it off thinking it was one of his neighbours with their television up too loud. But then the voice rang out through the apartment again, loudly than before and his jeans tightened at the sound. "Oh… yesss… Angela! Right there! Ohh… YES." This was then followed by the familiar sound of the artist's voice. "Mmm... you like that don't you Sweetie? God you're so hot…." Booth slowly walked towards the source of the sound and slowly inched the door of his bedroom open, eyes widening at the sight that lay before him. Angela and Brennan lying on his bed, the artist was on top, her fingers plunging into very flushed anthropologists' panties. He didn't know how they got into his apartment, or what the hell they were doing there all he knew was that this was fucking hot. His eyes widened and his pants tightened as Brennan screamed loudly, her eyes closing as she hit the climax of her orgasm, the artist crooning in Brennan's ear her fingers now working slower to help her ride out her orgasm. Booth was surprise that the two of them hadn't noticed him standing there, a bulge obvious through his jeans as his face flushed.

Angela smiled as Brennan rode out her orgasm until she was aware of another presence in the room, turning her head around to face the door and she saw Booth standing there dumbstruck. A sly grin crossed Angela's face as she looked him up and down, eyes stopping on the bulge in his jeans before letting out a laugh. Brennan's eyes opened and she gasped as she noticed Booth standing there, her eyes clouded with arousal. "Looks like we have a visitor Sweetie." Angela teased, her voice dripping of honey before she continued her eyes meeting Booth's. "Come on Stud, there's room for one more." Angela finished her sentence with a wink and un straddled her flushed friend who looked up at Booth with a smile similar to Angela's.

Booth didn't know what compelled him to do it, maybe it was the fact that he wanted it as much as they did or maybe it was the sudden arousal that flooded through his body but all he knew was that within a few seconds he had left all his clothes on a pile near the door and walked over to the bed with a grin. For sure he was going to go to hell for this but it didn't really matter, he could think about the consequences later. He watched as Brennan moved to the end of the bed, waving a sleepy little wave to him with a grin across her face. "I think Bren's kinda tired right now…" Angela mumbled but her eyes widened as well as Booth's as Brennan talked. "Booth, I want you to lick out Ange for me. Please, put on a little show while I regain my bodily functions." She explained and Angela looked between Booth and Brennan then back to Booth who gave her a small nod to approve and Angela just grinned. Moving back against the headboard of the bed she spread her legs as far as they could possibly go across the bed and Booth moved forward, his hands reaching behind to unclasp her bra before throwing it off to the side of the bed not caring where it landed on the floor. Within an instant his hands massaged her breasts, thumb flicking out to brush past the peaks as he rained kisses down her chest finally reaching her panties with the assistance of one hand he pulled them down and plunged his tongue into her heat, licking and nipping causing Angela to squirm and moan. Behind him he could hear Brennan mumbling encouragements, only making the two of them hotter. "Yes, just like that Booth. Angela likes it a bit rough, suck on her clit. Yes that's perfect." Another suck on the artist's clit and she screamed Booth's name, fisting the sheets violently as he swallowed her sweet juices.

Booth moved up off from Angela and grabbed Brennan's hand and pulling him towards them. An idea already forming in his head, as he instructed them. "Alright Bones, finger Ange for me and stick your ass up in the air." He explained and Brennan gave a nod, leaning down over her flushed friend and instantly inserting two fingers into her very slick folds and pumping in a steady rhythm her ass riding up in the air just like Booth had asked her to. A squeal left her lips as she felt Booth reach forward and pump his fingers into her own folds, coating his fingers in her juices and moving them towards her pert little ass, letting them drop in there before inserting the head of his dick and slowly thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm before picking up the pace. Soon the thrusts were all synchronised with each other and the three of them came, collapsing on the bed and almost worn out from their activities.

Angela stood up from the bed and smiled at the two of them an idea forming in her head. "Can I watch Bren ride you Booth?" she questioned, noticing the way both their eyes widened before they looked towards each other and with a simple nod of agreement Brennan had straddled Booth, Angela taking up the position behind the two of them as she watched, her fingers slowly snaking down to her own folds and pumping in time. Temperance slowly slid down onto his member, finding the right spot before starting a steady pace and rotating her hips to hit just the right spots. Her breasts bounced as she moved up and down, Booth moved his hands up to caress them, looking behind his partner to see an aroused Angela fingering herself. Booth continued to buck up to meet Brennan's body before he claimed hold of her hips and fastened the pace, knowing she was close as the two of them mumbled incoherent words and within seconds Brennan screamed Booth's name, her screams mixing with Angela's as her walls clenched around his dick. Just the sound of her screaming his name set Booth off and he released into her, filling her with his sticky seamen.

"That was… wow…" Brennan spoke, her voice shaky and a little breathless as she moved off from Booth to lay next to him on the bed, feeling herself slowly drifting off to sleep. "I agree…" Angela replied sleepily and let out a small laugh. "Do you think we'll be able to have round two after a little nap?" she questioned, Booth just let out a laugh and looked between the two ladies who looked at him almost adoringly, hoping he would agree. "Sure, I mean it wouldn't hurt. It was pretty hot after all…" The three of them laughed slightly before slowly drifting off into a small sleep.