Thanks to Kim for betaing!
Chapter 2: Silky weirdness
"Why did you ever let her near the stove if you can cook like this?" Hodgins asked, putting more rice on his fork and eating it.
"She never asked if I knew how to cook," Michelle shrugged but a small proud smile appeared on her face.
"Where'd you learn to cook chicken curry?" Cam asked and ate some more, clearly enjoying the food.
"The housekeeper we had for the last five years taught me. She cooked for me too because Dad was always at the hospital and then I asked her to show me," Michelle explained.
"You know that from now on you have to cook," Cam told her.
"If you want me to I can cook for you, but with the late hours you work I never know when you'll be home and the food would be cold," the teen said and put her fork down because she was done eating.
"I think we'll find a way. We just have to get together and talk about things like that and then we might find a solution," Cam replied, clearly refusing to talk about it while Hodgins was around. He had had enough of their drama and she felt a bit ashamed that he had to witness their troubles. Yes, she had known him for two years now but they'd only been romantically involved for a few days and he had already comforted her once and had suffered from Michelle's unfriendly behavior. Sure, dinner had been nice so far and it had been really cute of her to cook for them, but she wasn't willing to organize their days while Hodgins was with them. She wanted to enjoy the time they could spend together out of the lab and she had to admit that she'd love to just go to his place and have some alone time.
"Why don't you… I don't know... watch some TV or something while I clean up? I promised to take care of everything tonight," Michelle accepted Cam's decision and seemed to have guessed her thoughts as well.
"Ok, we'll be in the living room, just yell if you need help," Cam nodded and both she and Hodgins got up, this opportunity was too good to let it slip away. They sat down on the couch and switched the TV on while they waited until Michelle had cleaned the table that was standing in a corner in the living/dining-room.
"Finally alone," Cam sighed when Michelle left with the last of the glasses and crushed her lips to Hodgins'. He leaned back against the couch and pulled her towards him; one arm slung around her back while his left hand rested at the back of her neck and pressed her towards him. Their kisses were passionate, hard and hurried as they tried to make up for all the time they spent together without being able to kiss each other.
"Cam, where'd you put the sponge?" Michelle yelled from the kitchen and Cam broke the kiss.
"Under the sink are the new ones," she yelled back and then resumed kissing Hodgins senseless. He slid further down on the couch and didn't let go of her so she was lying on top of him, her arms slung around his neck, her legs tangled with his, their bodies pressed together.
"I feel like we're spending all this time together without being able to be together," Hodgins said, breathing hard, and pressed his forehead against hers so their noses were touching.
"I know it's crazy. Work, moving, Michelle… I'm really sorry," she replied and couldn't look away from his eyes.
"What are you apologizing for?" he asked her and stroked over her cheek.
"Everything, I guess," she said and was surprised when he shook his head slightly and kissed her softly.
"What do you think about a real date? We haven't been on one yet," he proposed then.
"A real date with dinner and a movie and everything?" she asked with a smile. "I don't remember the last time I was on one," she admitted.
"I'm not sure about dinner and a movie but I'll think of something if you're up to it," he grinned.
"Deal," she nodded with a bright smile.
"Deal," he agreed and pulled her back down to him so he could kiss her some more.
"Cam? Your cell phone is ringing, or vibrating actually," Michelle said from the kitchen and was wise enough to stay there and not walk into the room where Cam and Hodgins were making out again, his hands both on her butt.
"I don't believe it," Cam groaned and didn't want to stop kissing him. When she finally pulled back from him and sat up she placed one hand on his chest. "You better get comfortable because I'm sure this is my sister and it might take a while," she said and pecked him on the lips again before she got up and walked into the kitchen.
"Yes, and when is it?" she asked when she came back out a few seconds later, her cell phone pressed to her ear. Hodgins, who had taken off his shoes and propped his feet up on the couch, held a hand out to her and helped her to settle in between his legs. "Do they know cause of death yet?" she asked and Hodgins raised his eyebrows questioningly but she only shook her head and placed a finger over her lips, signaling him to remain silent. "Yes, Seeley I'll. What? Uhm, no that sounds good. When will you pick me up? Ok. Who else needs to be informed?" she asked and Hodgins understood that Booth was on the line which made him slip his arms around her waist. "Ok, I'll inform Hodgins. Brennan tells Angela?" she asked next and placed her free hand on his left leg and slowly stroked up to the middle of his thigh and then back down to his knee. "Alright, If he asks can he ride with us?" she went on and squeezed his knee. "Ok, Seeley, see you tomorrow," she said and ended the call before placing her phone on the couch table to her left.
She leaned back against his chest before she told him," Hank Riley died yesterday and Booth just told me that the wake is tomorrow morning," she informed Hodgins.
"Oh man, Hank? Poor guy," Hodgins said and leaned his cheek against her shoulder. "But why does Booth know about this?" he asked then.
"Obviously someone called Brennan and Booth was still at the Jeffersonian. Because she had no idea who Hank Riley was he took it upon himself to inform us," letting him know what Booth had told her.
"What is it with the ride?" he wanted to know because he had picked up that detail during her talk.
"Booth said that he would pick me up on the way to Brennan's so we don't all have to drive. I asked him if you could come along as well if you asked," she replied, titled her head back and kissed him.
"So I assume I'll ask?" he grinned.
"Yes, you'll ask and tell me that you will come to my place so Booth won't have to drive to the other side of the town," she smiled.
"That's the official version. What's the unofficial?" he asked and wanted to know if he was reading the signs right.
"The unofficial version will be that you spend the night at my place and therefore it makes no sense for you to drive back to your place so Booth can pick you up," she said and he kissed her for her answer. Just when it got passionate he remembered something and broke the kiss.
"If I spend the night here I'll have to go back to my place now and pick up a suit for the wake," he said and she groaned in reply and pressed her forehead against his jaw. "I'll do that right now. The sooner I leave the sooner I'll be back," he sighed and kissed her temple before he untangled from her, put his shoes back on and left.
~*~
Jack was happily singing along with some oldies on the radio while he drove back to his place. He hadn't expected that Cam would really invite him to spend the night. He had surely hoped that she would do it, especially since her comment in the lab, but he had tried not to get his hopes up. Their first night together had been amazing and after the awkwardness that was always present the first time, it had been playful and fun, but tender and romantic as well. Cam was constantly surprising him. After she had told him that she didn't want their new status out in the lab, he had feared that she would be all work and no play, but as it turned out the longer this was going on, the more affectionate she became in the lab. He had always known that she was far from being cold but he couldn't believe how affectionate she was in private with Michelle or now him with him.
When he reached his house he hurried up the stairs to his bedroom and got the clothes he needed and some toiletries from the bathroom before he hurried back to his car to drive back to her. He shook his head when he remembered what he had called her when they had first met and decided that their date needed to be something special, something she would love and enjoy more than a simple dinner and movie date.
After he rang the bell at her door he could hear the muted voices inside arguing "You go"- "No, you go" and finally Michelle opened the door and let him in.
"I'm back," he said to Cam who was lying on the couch in the living room watching TV.
"You can put your clothes in my bedroom if you want," she replied and he nodded. He had been there once before when they had moved Michelle in and so he made his way over to her room and stepped inside. On the right side of the room was a large walk in closet that had the same cream- colored carpet as the rest of the room. The room had a balcony and large windows, mahogany furniture and an antique beauty table that had all kinds of necklaces slung over the mirror. Carefully he laid the bag with his suit over the armchair that sat in one corner of the room, put his bag down on the small table in front of it and then made his way back to the living room. Michelle was sitting in an armchair on the left side of the couch and had her feet on the table while Cam was still stretched out on the couch. When she saw him come back she made no move to sit up but instead lifted her legs up and put her feet in his lap when he sat down.
"What are we watching?" he asked and wrapped his fingers around her cold feet and started to massage them slowly.
"The Sixth Sense," Cam replied and looked at him quickly before her eyes were back on the screen.
"Don't you have enough dead people around you all day?" he grinned.
"They don't talk to me and I'm really grateful for that. It'd freak me out," she replied and wiggled her toes when he stopped massaging.
"Shush," Michelle said and rolled her eyes at their talking. They just looked at each other and grinned before they resumed watching the movie.
~*~
"How well did you know Hank Riley?" Cam asked Hodgins when the movie was over and Michelle was flipping aimlessly through the channels.
"He was responsible for the fantasy football league at the Jeffersonian that's how I knew him. I don't think we ever worked together though," he replied. They had changed their positions and Hodgins was now sitting behind Cam, their legs stretched out on the couch and their fingers entwined on her stomach.
"I only met him recently because of… well, you know," she said and he knew that she was referring to Michelle's smoking problem.
"Could he help?" he asked.
"Mmh, I'm not sure," she shrugged and let her head fall back on his shoulder. He nuzzled his nose against her temple and she pulled her hand out of his and brought it up to the back of his head and played with his hair.
"Ow," he complained when she softly tugged at one of his curls.
"Your hair is getting quite long again," she laughed and tousled his hair.
"Cam said you looked like Grizzly Adams when you first met," Michelle supplied and Hodgins snorted.
"Michelle! You know one of the main rules of girl talk is that everything said stays between the girls," Cam shrieked.
Michelle only laughed. "There's nothing on, I'm going to bed. Good night," she said, got up and walked to her room with a small wave.
"Good night," they both replied. "And then there were two," Cam smiled when the door closed behind the teenager.
"So Grizzly Adams, huh?" Hodgins asked with raised eyebrows.
"Only with curls," she laughed and tugged at his hair again.
"Ow, that hurts," he complained and grabbed her arm and held it down.
"Don't be such a baby," she teased him and was surprised when he flipped them over suddenly and started tickling her, making her howl with laughter.
"Oh please!" came an unnerved voice from the teen's room and they stopped, erupting in laughter.
"I think we should take this to the bedroom," she said when she could speak again.
"I agree," he nodded and kissed her before he got off of her and helped her up.
It felt somehow strange walking into her bedroom with her. Sure, they had spent a night together at his place already, but still it felt, well, strange. He was nervous and didn't really know how to act. Michelle was home and he wasn't sure if they would just sleep together or sleep together with the teen around.
"You wanna go to the bathroom first?" she asked him and walked into her closet to get her pajamas.
"Nah, you go first, I still need to unpack," he said and watched her coming out of the closet again.
"You need anything?" she asked him and walked up to him.
"I'm good," he nodded and pecked her lips softly. "And I know my way around here so I'll just help myself," he shrugged.
"Even better," she smiled warmly at him and left for the bathroom. He looked around the room once more and switched on the TV that stood opposite her bed. He sat down on the right side that was obviously where she didn't sleep, and flipped through the channels until he found some report about plants in Southern Australia. He got up again and started unpacking the bag he had brought. He found the T-shirt and the sweatpants for the night, his toiletries, fresh underwear and socks. He left the T-shirt and sweatpants lying on the table together with his toothbrush and stuffed the rest back into the bag.
He could hear the water running in the bathroom and wished that they had reached a level of intimacy yet where he could just walk into the bathroom and watch her getting ready for bed. See her apply the moisturizers, or whatever it was women put on their faces at night, and comb out her hair, see her change and laugh at each other with a mouth full of toothpaste. Small things most people didn't care about but he did.
They weren't there yet and he had to be patient. He really hoped that they would reach that state of intimacy, that they would really be a couple with an official status.
"Bathroom's free," she told him a minute later when she emerged and found him sitting in her armchair, staring off into space.
"Ok, thanks," he replied, took his things and walked into the bathroom. Their hands brushed against one another when he walked past her and he winked at her before he closed the door behind him.
Cam looked around the room when she heard the door close and pulled her bathrobe a bit tighter around her. Had her outfit for the night really been so wise? Was she too presumptuous? She shook her head. He was a man after all and wearing less was always better with men. Usually she wore oversized shirts and shorts to bed, but that wasn't really sexy and nothing the "what to wear with your new guy around" guide would advise. She had to admit to herself that it had been a while since she had been in a situation like this. The last guy she had cared about had been Andrew and she really didn't care what her one-night stands and random dates though of her outfits. Usually she hadn't even spent the nights with them, but had gone home after some more or less satisfying sex. Seeley had seen her in any state of dressed or undressed during the 15 years they had known each other. So Hodgins was the first guy who made her worry about her pj's in 10 years, and he spent the night at her place, which was a whole other kind of complicated. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she slipped out of her bathrobe, placed it on the recliner and slid under the covers.
She flipped through the channels and couldn't find anything that interested her. When he came out of the bathroom she had just started her third round of zapping. She looked up at him and could see by the way he walked that the situation must be as weird for him as it was for her. He wore grey sweatpants and a brown T-shirt that fit tightly and made her heart flutter. No wonder he always wore loosely fitting dress shirts to the lab, otherwise all the female employees would most likely stalk him. She had asked herself what Angela saw in Hodgins when those two had been together, but now she got it, absolutely.
"You found something interesting?" he asked her when he lay down beside her and pulled the covers up to his chest.
"No not really," she replied and rolled onto her side to face him.
"I have to admit that this feels weird somehow," he said honestly and mirrored her position. It was typical for Hodgins that he spoke his mind, no matter how vulnerable it made him.
"You know you don't have to spend the night here. I can tell Booth that you decided to…" she couldn't go on because he kissed her softly.
"Come here," he said in a low tone of voice that gave her goose bumps. He held up the covers and she slid closer to him. He let the blanket fall back down and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm happy to be here and I'm happy you invited me over, it's just…"
"Weird," she finished his sentence and snuggled up to him.
"Yeah," he nodded and placed a kiss on her temple.
"Good weird or bad weird?" she asked and looked him in the eyes.
"Good weird, best weird possible," he smiled at her and saw the relief in her eyes. He kissed her and pulled her even closer to him. Both arms were wrapped around her neck so he could hold her as close to him as possible. When she was pressed against him he let one hand wander down over her neck to her shoulders and he opened his eyes and broke the kiss when he felt the silky material under his fingertips.
"Whoa, what is that?" he grinned and pulled the covers off of her and she rolled onto her back. He found her wearing a silky lavender colored nightie that ended mid-thigh. "Please tell me you're not just wearing that to sleep in," he said while his eyes roamed hungrily over her body.
"Hadn't planned on it," she grinned, placed one hand on his neck and pulled him down to her so she could kiss him.
"Ok, weirdness gone now," he grinned before he kissed her more passionately and rolled onto her. They explored each other's mouths with their tongues while their hands went on a journey of their own. Cam loved slipping her fingers in his curls, feeling his soft hair in her hands while she could angle his head the way she wanted. He followed her guidance easily and she made a mental note to tell him one day what an amazing kisser he was. His stubble was teasing her chin and her cheeks without hurting her. She smiled when she felt him placing a hand on her cheek, knowing that he would take the lead now, kissing her as deeply as he could while holding her against him possessively. She melted into his kiss when it got more and more passionate and slid her free hand down to the hem of the shirt and slipped it underneath. Slowly she let her fingertips glide over the skin of his back and tried to remember all the spots where he was especially ticklish. When she reached his neck she took notice of that one spot between his shoulder and his clavicle, the one that made him moan when she stroked over it with her fingertips.
She pulled his shirt over his head quickly so her hands had more freedom to roam. She felt him harden against her through his pants and smiled into the kiss. She didn't pay attention to his arm in her excitement and he flinched when she accidentally touched the bandage.
"I'm sorry. Does it still hurt?" she asked him breathlessly.
"Mmh," was the only noise he made and refused to stop kissing her. She chuckled because of his reply and let her fingers dance around the bandage on his upper arm.
She surprised him when she rolled them over and pinned his hands beside his head with her own. It wasn't as if he couldn't get out of it if he really wanted to, but he wanted to see what she planned.
"It's my turn looking," she told him grinning.
"Oh, just looking?" he replied and wiggled his eyebrows which made her laugh. She buried her head against his chest while she laughed and he could feel her laughter against his skin. When she looked up at him again her eyes were sparkling and he could feel himself reaching the next stage of his infatuation.
"You should be shirtless more often," she told him and trailed one finger down in the cleft between his abs.
"I always thought my boss would fire me then," he replied and his breath hitched when she placed a first kiss over his heart.
"I don't know about Brennan, but I surely wouldn't fire you," she grinned and placed another kiss on his chest.
"I'll keep that in mind," he smiled back at her and let his hands rest beside his head while she slowly kissed her way down. She showered his chest and abdomen with kisses and stroked her hands up and down his sides, driving him crazy. She let her tongue dance around his nipples and his navel and he groaned when she avoided those sensitive spots time and again.
He lifted his hips slightly when she pulled his sweatpants and boxer shorts down. She just pulled them below his hips and then her lips were back on his chest. Her hands wandered further down his sides and she teased his groin with her fingertips. She hadn't even touched him yet and Hodgins thought he would lose control any second because of her "attack and avoid" game.
He groaned when she circled his right nipple with her tongue then lightly sucked on it. With wet kisses she made her way to the other side and repeated the dance. His hands were gripping the pillow beside his head by now; his erection lay against his stomach twitching for attention. She got the note and kissed her way down and brought one hand to his shaft, stroked him just with her fingertips and nails.
"You're driving me crazy," he groaned when she kept up the light touches.
"You're ticklish right here," she grinned and barely touched his skin on his lower belly, avoiding his erection again.
"Believe me, I know," he said through gritted teeth and stopped her hand by placing one of his own over it. She looked up at him and smiled when she saw that his eyes were dark with lust now. When she dipped her head and placed a kiss on the middle of his erection he moaned loudly and his hips bucked upwards.
"Shh," she quieted him before she blew cold air on him, teasing him more. When she looked up at him again his eyes were closed and his free hand was clutching the blanket even tighter. Again she lowered her head and this time she licked over the tip, and then lightly sucked on it. He groaned, trying to keep quiet and his hands flew to her head, tangling in her hair.
"You have to stop," he panted but she just sucked harder, taking more of him in her mouth.
"Baby, please," he begged and pulled her up to him by her shoulders. When he opened his eyes he saw the disappointed look on her face and kissed her passionately. "I don't want it to be over yet," he said when he pulled back and rolled them over so he was on top again.
Before he turned his attention to her he got rid of his sweatpants, underwear and socks, then lay down beside her. When she saw that he was completely naked she made and attempt to pull off the negligee, but he stopped her and pulled it back down, smoothing it.
"Leave it on," he said and adjusted the straps on her shoulder, placing a kiss on the birthmark on her neck.
"You like this nightie, huh?" she smiled cockily and tilted her head to the side to give him better access.
"I'm gonna show you how much I like it," he whispered in her ear and made her shiver. His hands wandered over the silky fabric while he nibbled on her neck and her collarbone. He could see the outline of the hard buds and sucked the left one in his mouth, then the right one. The wet fabric was darker and he paid her back for her earlier teasing by blowing cold air onto the wet spots. When she moaned he grinned proudly at her, then did it again and again. He pulled off her matching panties, pushed the negligee only as far up as he had to. He found her folds glistening with wetness and he pushed her legs apart. He kissed around her opening, making sure not to touch her clitoris. He tasted her quickly before he kissed her inner thigh and left her aching for more. Her frustrated moans where getting louder while he kissed her anywhere but where she wanted the most and he got worried that Michelle would hear them. He tested her by lightly kissing her clitoris and had to cover her mouth with his hand when she nearly screamed.
"We need to be quiet, remember?" he smiled at her, his head resting on her stomach.
"I can't be quiet when you're torturing me," she replied breathlessly and caressed his cheek with her left hand. He looked at her for a moment, then pushed her negligee further up and placed kisses on the newly exposed skin. He pulled it over her head and it followed the rest of their clothes onto the floor. He hovered over her, kneeling in between her legs and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. He broke the kiss after just a few seconds but stayed so close that she felt his breath on her skin.
"Turn around," he whispered against her mouth and his lips descended on hers. When he let her go she turned around and kneeled in front of him. After letting his hands wander over her butt cheeks and placing kisses on her back he gently pushed her upper body down onto the pillows. She stretched her hands out and held onto the bed rail, gripping it tightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck, then he slowly slid into her, making them both moan. He moved slowly but deeply, pulling nearly all the way out before he slid back in. Cam had buried her face in a pillow, her moans and groans muffled but still loud enough. He was past the stage of worrying about getting caught though and sucked and nibbled on her neck with abandon, his own sounds muffled against her skin.
When he picked up the pace, their bodies dictating the rhythm, he leaned forward and interlaced his fingers with hers on top of the bed rail. He had his face buried in her hair, breathing in deeply the scent of her, his hips moving frantically against hers. She gripped his hands so hard her knuckles turned white; her eyes squeezed shut against the pillow.
"Let go, let go," he repeated like a mantra against her neck when he felt her muscles contracting around him rhythmically. They let go at the same moment, groaning loudly, twitching helplessly against each other.
Their gasping breaths were the only sounds audible for the next minute until she slowly turned around, lay down on her back and pulled him down on top of her.
"Oh my god," he gasped huskily before he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and rolled them over.
"You really like that nightie," she smiled up to him when she found her voice again.
"Next time when we're alone, it'll stay on," he nodded his head and grinned back at her.
"Sounds good," she agreed and adjusted her position, pulling the blanket over them. When she had covered them both he kissed her lazily and with a lot of tongue.
"You are an amazing kisser," she said when they broke apart and placed a kiss on his chest and nuzzled her nose against him, suddenly feeling really tired.
"When will Booth pick us up?" he asked her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Around eight thirty," she replied and placed another kiss on his naked chest and snuggled more into him.
"Great that means we can sleep in," he smiled and played with a strand of her long black hair.
"Yeah, getting up at five thirty every morning is something I'll never get used to," she replied and closed her eyes. She was getting sleepy and his chest made for an excellent pillow.
"Why do you get up at five thirty? I get up at six thirty and we usually arrive at the lab around the same time," he asked and kept playing with her hair.
"Straightening my hair takes a lot of time," she mumbled.
"So you have curly hair naturally?" he wanted to know.
"Have you seen my sister when she was at the lab? That's what my hair really looks like," she said.
"I can't picture it," he chuckled but didn't get an answer. When he looked down she was asleep so he placed another kiss on her forehead, switched off the light and closed his eyes.
TBC