PLEASE read Comfort first, this will make more sense if you do that
This is set during Yanks in the UK both parts from Brennan's POV I am planning to make this one 2 parts, the second part will be Cam's POV set in Part 2 of Yanks in the UK and at the end of Man in the Outhouse. Please let me know if you like with reviews
The opportunity to speak in the United Kingdom couldn't have come at a better time. The realization that things between Camille and I might be more serious than just sex scared me across the ocean. Dr. Ian Wexler had spent most of his time after my lecture hitting on me. He was an attractive man, I was interested, but I'd also been warned about him. He was a one night stand kind of man, and while I could respect no strings attached sex, I didn't want to be just another notch in his headboard, or bedpost or whatever the phrase Booth had used was, so I thwarted his attempts. Each time I claimed that it was because of Booth, but it was more Camille than anything else, I knew that our relationship wasn't an exclusive one, but I hadn't exactly been with anyone else since we'd started sleeping together.
There really wasn't a need to see anyone else, she left me feeling completely satisfied. Now that I thought I was really starting to feel something more for her, I had no desire to see anyone else. I thought that was logical. My reaction to the perceived seriousness of our relationship had sent me across the ocean, so sleeping with someone else would distance us further. I'd chosen flight at first, but now I was ready to fight. If I wanted things with Camille then I shouldn't pursue anything here in England, sexual or otherwise. I didn't know if it made any sense though.
I had even considered calling Angela, and spilling about my relationship with Cam, but I knew Grayson was there and she was trying to get her divorce. She was dealing with enough right now. I also had a feeling that she would be weird around Cam if I told her about our relationship, and I would be unable to do anything about it from my current location. I was almost reduced to asking Booth, but Cam was his ex, so I didn't think it would be a good idea, though if I worded my questions right he might think that I was talking about Ian. No, talking to Booth about this would be worse than when Zack had tried asking him sex questions. Things were really quite complicated in my head, but I really just wanted to be with Cam.
When she and I were talking on the phone, I'd wanted to tell her that I missed her, but Booth was there. She told me she was going to have her way with me when I returned, and I regretted accepting the invitation to speak at Oxford, and I regretted becoming involved in this murder investigation. I didn't want to wait until I got back home, I missed kissing her and seeing her smile, and I missed the way her fingers twisted in my hair while I went down on her, I just missed her. I kept asking myself why I had agreed to come over here, speaking at Oxford was an honor, and I'd known that when I had accepted, but I just wanted to go home. Then Ian died, and my flight back to Camille was delayed again. I'd called Angela when it had happened, because I couldn't handle telling Cam that I would be back later than expected.
The video chat with the lab was difficult, I couldn't look at Cam when she asked about a tox screen, I didn't want to be talking to her like this, I wanted to be with her. Cam had ended the conversation rather abruptly. I just thought that she was frustrated by our current positions, an ocean apart which I could understand, because that was exactly how I was feeling. Our conversations were all short and case oriented, and I didn't get the chance to say much to her. Hodgins didn't seem happy with her when we talked, and I was worried that things might not have been going well at the lab. When I told him that all requests needed to go through Cam, he had made a comment that even I could tell was sarcastic about her being our all powerful leader. I thought that maybe I should call her and ask if everything was okay after that, but I was quickly distracted by my work, and the knowledge that the sooner this case was solved the sooner I could see my lover.
When everything was finally over Booth and I were practically running to get out of there before anyone else was murdered and we were delayed again. The only thing on my mind as Booth and I took off for DC was how much I wanted to get home and ravish Camille.
