Cam's POV
I'd slept with Angela's now ex-husband Grayson, I wasn't proud of it, I actually felt guilty like really guilty about it, and Angela wasn't amused by it. Though Tempe and I weren't what you would call "exclusive" it was the first time in well over a year that I'd been sexually intimate with anyone other than her. With the things she did to me, there was really no need to see anyone else, I was completely satisfied with our arrangement. Our arrangement hadn't involved the cuddling that had definitely occurred after the thing with Zack though. I didn't want to admit to her that I had liked it, which worked out well because she had left town soon after that. Our arrangement was slowly turning into a relationship.
It had started out as a drunk night together, which had turned into a weekend in bed. It was one hell of a weekend in bed. I told her we should do it again. Then we had casually gotten together, usually for drinks after work, then we'd stumble into her place or mine, more because we were so intent on undressing each other, then because of the alcohol. Things had progressed from drinks to dinner, then planning weekends with one another. Dinners had started after she found out about my dinner with Booth, she'd told me that she could take me to dinner too if that was something I wanted. After a couple cases we had spent the weekend in bed together, which was probably how I'd come to have her clothes in my closet. I couldn't send her home on a Sunday night, and I couldn't have her show up late to work. We'd shower together on those Monday mornings, though the showering part had to wait. That's how her work clothes had snuck into my closet. That must have been why I slept with Grayson, to prove that Tempe and I were still having casual sex, nothing more.
I had told Sweets that I felt guilty because Angela was my friend, that was a lie. He bought it though. I mean sure I felt bad because Angela was a friend and a colleague, but the guilt was really all because of Tempe. I didn't know if I should tell Angela or not, but what about Tempe, if I told her would she be hurt, if I didn't tell her would she know I felt guilty? It was too complicated to deal with Temperance, so I tried to convince myself that I was just guilty because it was Angela's ex husband. I had others convinced but not myself, and to top it all off, I found out that she'd spent most of her time abroad thwarting the advances of an attractive male doctor, well until he was murdered.
She had even taken the time to call me one night when she couldn't sleep. Temperance told me she missed me, she just hadn't said so earlier because Booth was there yelling about his flat tire, and when she got back I wouldn't be able to have my way with her until she'd had her way with me. We never managed to ravish each other upon her return though. Things had gone south between Angela and Hodgins and Tempe had went straight into her comfort best friend mode. She was sweet like that when it came to Angela.
She must have found out about Grayson through Angela, because two weeks later, she had two men show up for dates. I knew she hadn't forgotten about them both because she was engrossed in the case. Temperance Brennan didn't forget things, it was intentional. She was letting me know that two could play at that game. She'd been having sex with the one I think his name was Mark, and she was seeing the other one intellectually. It was just a game though, because I knew that it only took one of me to stimulate her sexually and intellectually, and we could just cut out the middle man there.
"You're hilarious Tempe," She was grinning in response. I just rolled my eyes. "So should I stimulate you sexually tonight or intellectually?"
"What do you think?" It was clear that she was looking for sexual stimulation, and usually I would be happy to oblige, but tonight I was going for the other. I grabbed her hand.
"I will impress you with my knowledge of fine wines, after that display I think I need a drink." She chuckled and let me lead her out of the building. No men would come between us, I wouldn't let it happen. I cared about her. I'd gotten jealous, it wasn't just sex anymore, and I think after over a year's worth of sexual encounters I knew her well enough to say with certainty that she felt the same. Those men, were her way of dealing with what she felt. They were a deliberate attempt at making me jealous, and they had done just that. Things were definitely becoming serious.