Part 7: Wallowing
"Hey, why don't you come back in, it's cold out here?" Michelle asked Cam and wrapped her vest tighter around herself. She was leaning against the doorway that led out to Cam's roof terrace. Cam had been outside for quite a while now, still dressed in jogging pants and a T-shirt, while she stared off into space and smoked one cigarette after the next.
"In a minute," Cam replied and inhaled the smoke.
"You said that half an hour ago! Cam, please, you'll catch a cold and you're ruining your health more with every cigarette you're smoking," Michelle said and stepped outside.
"You're repeating my speech from three days ago. You didn't listen," Cam replied with raised eyebrows.
"I know and I'm sorry, but I'm worried about you. You're smoking too much," Michelle said, took the cigarette out of Cam's hand and put it out. "I'll make you a deal, I quit when you quit," the teen said then and held out her hand. Cam looked at her and thought about it for a second, but then her reasonable mind took over and she shook hands with Michelle and nodded. "Good, then let's go inside and start the wallowing, it's freezing out here," Michelle said, wrapping an arm around Cam's shoulders and led her inside without any further protest.
"Wallowing? I don't need to wallow," Cam muttered and gave in when Michelle pushed her down on the couch by her shoulders.
"Sure you do. After every break up the wallowing is a very important phase. I saw it on TV," the teen said in a serious tone. "All we need now are old sappy movies, some ice-cream and lots and lots of chocolate. You'll feel better afterwards."
"What soap opera did you see that on?" Cam actually had to smile.
"Doesn't matter but we'll try it now," Michelle grinned back and walked into the kitchen to fetch the ice cream, spoons and the chocolate. Cam looked around her living room and realized that Michelle had cleaned up the chaos she had made earlier. The tissues and wrappers were gone and her jacket and her handbag that she had thrown on the couch were gone.
"Thank you for cleaning up," she said when Michelle came back into the living room.
"No big deal," the teen shrugged and sat down beside Cam.
"It is. You shouldn't have to do this or see this. I'm a grown woman and I'm acting like a three year old because of some guy," Cam snorted.
"You were there for me when I needed you and now I am there for you, that's what families are all about, right?" Michelle asked and looked a bit shy.
"Right," Cam nodded and pulled the girl in her arms. "You called me mom earlier today like you did when you were a small girl. I'm not expecting that you will call me that or even think of me that way, but I appreciate that you did today, when I wasn't feeling too well," she went on quietly and kissed Michelle's cheek before she let her go.
"I didn't even realize I did. But I always thought of you as my mom, even when I told you you're not my mother. I never even knew my real mom, so you are, kind of, my mom," Michelle admitted sheepishly and looked down at her hands in her lap.
"Thank you," Cam replied, took the spoons from the table, handed one to Michelle and opened the ice cream container to start the evening of wallowing.
~*~
She looked into the mirror and saw his hands wandering over her body; from her hips over her stomach up to her breasts. His breath was hot on her neck and his hard chest pressed against her back. She followed his hands with her eyes in the mirror found it the most erotic thing they had ever done. She wasn't exactly sure where they were; the room was strangely familiar, but not enough to name it.
His hands wandered lower again, stroking over her stomach in hypnotizing circles. She saw his index fingers dipping repeatedly in her navel, shocks reaching her core every time. His hands wandered lower until all of his fingertips brushed against her curls. She heard him gasp quietly and she pressed herself more against him, smiled when felt the familiar bulge there, his loins throbbing against her skin.
Her hands glided up to her own breasts and she licked her lips unconsciously, her own touch and his touch on her exciting her even more. She could feel herself getting wet and hot and feeling his arousal made her giddy inside. She loved that she had that effect on him.
He shifted slightly against her and couldn't keep from moaning when she let her thumb and index finger dance around her dark, hard nipples, his eyes now following her hands in the mirror.
He let his right hand glide between her legs, made her moan and close her eyes. She could still feel Jack's eyes on her, knew they were still focused on her hands. He spread the wetness between her legs, her breath caught when he glided over the protruding nub.
She opened her eyes again when she heard the rustling of fabric when he slipped out of his boxer shorts, not able to stand the tightness anymore.
She felt herself getting light- headed and spread her legs farther apart giving him an invitation to finally take her. She heard him release a noisy breath and felt that he pumped himself with one hand when his index finger dipped inside of her, feeling the wetness and the heat inside of her. She stroked over her breast in the same rhythm he was pleasuring himself and her. With the biggest effort, she took her eyes off his stroking hand and looked up to his eyes in the mirror.
He must have had the same idea, because their eyes met and the intensity of their gaze stilled their hands for a moment.
"Jack," she whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Don't stop," he replied and the sound of his lustful voice sent an electric shock through her body.
She felt like her legs would give in any second and leaned forward a bit to use the mirror to steady herself. She sighed, when he slipped a second finger inside of her and noticed with satisfaction that he started to pump himself faster and harder, his whole body rigid and tense.
She moved one hand down between her legs and worked with him. She rubbed over her clit while his fingers worked inside of her and she could already feel the welcome tingling in her belly.
"Oh", she moaned tonelessly and Jack knew that she was close.
She felt his hot breath against her right ear, his hard body pressed against her back and his erection resting against her inner thigh. He moved his hand to her other breast and worked on her nipple, pinching it gently.
He started nibbling on her neck, drawing wet circles against her skin and let his right hand tease her folds, working in sync with her own hand. While her fingers were now inside of her, he rubbed his hand back and forth over her own, setting the pace and teasing her clit with every movement.
She let the back of her head rest against his shoulder and just enjoyed the pleasure that was running through her body before she turned her head and kissed him. She opened her mouth wide to grant his tongue entrance and sighed blissfully; he was such a great kisser.
It never ceased to amaze her how he could make her knees go weak by nibbling at her lip or with the way his tongue teased hers. No matter if he kissed her slowly or aggressively, if the kiss was tender or passionate, it was always amazing.
His left hand slowly wandered over her body while he kissed her and when he reached her labia he gently nudged her hand out of the way and entered her with two of his own fingers. She moaned between two heavy breaths at the feeling and he pressed his lips to hers again.
She felt dizzy both from the pleasure and the lack of oxygen caused by his hungry kiss. She pulled her lips from his and gasped for air. She was able to take two deep breaths until he found that special spot inside of her and that was her undoing. She cried out and her knees buckled at the sensation, her eyes closed and her mouth hung open.
Jack steadied her with one arm around her waist, while his fingers kept rubbing her inner walls. He could feel her squeezing his fingers, how her walls contracted around him and how her wetness ran over his fingers and down his hand. Her whole body shook in his arms, but he didn't let up, didn't stop. Her sweaty forehead pressed against his left cheek and her fingers dug in his arm, which was wrapped around her waist.
She felt like she was never going to calm down, her body shaking and burning up. It was so intense that it nearly hurt and Jack didn't stop pleasuring her. What was he doing to her? Hadn't she been the one teasing him? That was the only clear thought she had before another wave of pleasure wracked her body and everything became blurry.
"Oh god," she gasped and moved her hips on his stroking fingers in a passionate rhythm.
Suddenly his fingers were gone and she thought she would crumble to the floor. He still held her though, while her body was still shaking slightly. He stroked soothingly up and down her thing and waited until she had calmed down a bit before he took her hands in his and placed them on the sides of the mirror, signaling her to hold on to it.
He pushed her slowly down with a hand on her back and smiled at her in the mirror. He could see her breasts in the mirror and her smooth back right in front of him. He caressed her butt cheeks for a moment, enjoying the feeling and the sight in front of him.
She was still moaning softly whenever he touched one of her soft spots; let his hand glide in the crevice or to her wet folds.
She was completely exposed to him and he could see her wetness shimmering in the light of his nightlight.
Finally he couldn't stand the anticipation anymore, her moans driving him further to the edge. He pressed his erection to her folds and rubbed against her. He teased her clit with his tip and slid inside of her when he saw her lust clouded eyes in the mirror.
"Oh Angela," he groaned when she enveloped him tightly, her walls still twitching from her orgasm. Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped. She felt her heart breaking, knowing that he was thinking of her while being inside of her body. She wanted him to stop, wanted to push him away, but his hands moved to her dangling breasts. He cupped them and fondled them while he moved in and out of her. She moved her hips slightly from side to side, wanting them both to come so it was over.
"Angela, oh god, I love you," he groaned and she squeezed her eyes shut, tried to keep the tears at bay. She wasn't succeeding; felt them running over her cheeks. She opened her eyes again and looked in the mirror and at her face for the first time since they had started. It wasn't her though; it was Angela who looked back at her, her brown eyes dazed with pleasure.
Suddenly she was standing beside them, fully dressed, watching them making love in front of the mirror in Angela's living room. She screamed, but they did not hear. He moved faster and bit Angela's neck lightly and kissed his way up to her right ear, like he had always done with her.
"Come for me, Angela," he whispered and she heard it as loudly as if he had whispered it in her own ear. She cried harder, the look in his eyes telling her that he was close. Again she opened her mouth and tried to say something, tried to stop them. Her legs wouldn't obey either and she was rooted to the spot, forced to watch.
"Ange'," he gasped when he tumbled over the edge.
Cam woke up with a hoarse scream on her lips and tears running over her cheeks. She blinked into the dark and found herself in her own bed, alone, his side empty. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the pictures that were still playing there. Furiously she wiped her cheeks, although the tears kept coming. She took a deep breath to calm herself, but it only made her inhale his scent that was lingering on the pillow beside her. She moved closer to it, rested her head on it and breathed in again. His shampoo, his aftershave, the scent of his skin… it calmed her. I'm pathetic, she thought but buried her head deeper in the pillow. She missed him. Only one day and she already missed him. Pathetic, she thought again and drifted off to another sleep full of nightmares.
~*~
That evening Hodgins wondered why he had asked Angela on a date for the next night and not today. It was Friday after all, and Friday was just as good a date night as Saturday. He didn't have any other plans and wandered aimlessly through his mansion, not really sure what he was looking for. It had just seemed so sudden that Angela had agreed to try again and when she had said yes he hadn't been happy, but more kind of scared and unsure if this was really the right thing to do. There were so many things to consider: Angela was still on her celibacy kick, and judging by her invitation earlier that evening she wasn't too keen on continuing it. She had asked him once already if he would help her to get rid of her sexual frustration, and he hoped that this wasn't all she was looking for. Then there was Cam, and although she had ended it with the argument that he still wanted to be with Angela, he couldn't just forget their time together, forget her. For him it didn't feel like the end of some unimportant fling, but like the end of a relationship; albeit short one, but a relationship nonetheless.
He stopped in his office where he found a black and was hit by the memories of how it had got there.
"Jack?" he heard Cam call and held a hand over the speaker to reply so the accountant on the other end of the line wouldn't go deaf.
"In here," he yelled back and waited until she found him in the study. She rolled her eye at him when she entered and he knew it was about his precise description of his whereabouts before.
He was sitting at his desk, doing some work for the Cantilever group and she gave him a sign that she didn't want to disturb him, but just when she turned to leave again he held out one hand and so she walked into the room and took it. He pulled her down so she was sitting on the armrest of his chair and put his phone on loudspeaker so she could hear what he had to deal with. Cam laughed when she heard the accountant talk about statistics and profit while Hodgins looked so bored, and she doubted whether he understood anything at all. She listened to them talk for a while before she got up to take a look at the books on the shelves. Mostly books about bugs and plants, soils and stones but when she found one about solved criminal cases she took it out of the shelf and sat down in the armchair to flip through it.
Hodgins watched her closely and only having her nearby now kept him from biting into his desk because of the pointless conversation with the accountant who had dared to call him late Friday night. He saw her flipping through his book, stopping sometimes to read a paragraph here and there. Her hair was wrapped in a ponytail and she obviously hadn't straightened it as perfectly as she usually did as some of the curls were visible. In her grey shorts and blue shirt she looked like she belonged there. He also noticed that she started to rub her arms and get goose bumps from the cold. While still talking to the accountant he slipped out of his hoody, walked over to her and wrapped it around her shoulders. She looked up at him, smiled and wrapped it tighter around herself before she went back to her book and he back to his call.
Fifteen minutes later he was finally done and walked over to where she was still sitting. Her head leaned against the side of the armchair and for a moment he thought she was asleep, until she opened her eyes and blinked.
"Tired?" he asked with a small smile and wrapped his arms around her waist when she got up.
"Tired and hungry. You promised me dinner like an hour ago," she complained teasingly.
"I'm so sorry, how can I make it up to you?" he asked and raised his eyebrows suggestively, making her laugh. He pulled her closer, kissed her softly and when he pulled back she laughed again.
"Cooking might be an option," she said and together they walked into the kitchen while the hoody fell into the armchair without either of them noticing.
He had to tell Angela, he decided, while he brought the pullover up to his face and buried his nose in it for a second. He realized that it still smelled like Cam, even thought she had only worn it for a few minutes. He couldn't start something with Angela again and not tell her what had been going on between him and Cam. He knew that Cam would probably kill him, since them being out at the lab had always been her biggest problem. Also he wasn't really sure what Angela's reaction would be. Would she mind at all? Be jealous? Angry? Surprised? Would she say something to Cam about it? And what should he say when she wanted to know how it ended and why? Should he admit that her earring had ruined everything, that Cam had ended it and that he had asked her to think about it again?
Usually he never talked to his new girlfriends about his exes, but this time the break up had been so recent, they all worked together, and he also felt the need to talk about it with someone. When he and Angela had ended he had talked with Zack and later with Cam. She had been the one he had admitted to that he had still been thinking about Angela. He had asked her for advice about the Angela and Roxy thing. However he couldn't call her now and talk to her about their break up.
He placed the hoody back on the armchair and left his office again, making his way back into the living room. He poured himself a glass of Scotch, which he kept in the bar and sat down on the couch in the semi-dark room. He sipped it slowly, concentrating on how the liquid warmed his tongue, then his throat, and leaned back against the couch and stared off into space.
"Cam?" he called when he left his office that Saturday afternoon, when his accountant had called him again.
"Upstairs!" he heard her yell and followed the echo of her voice up the stairs and into the bedroom, but found it empty.
"Cam?" he asked again.
"Bathroom," came her reply and he opened the bathroom door and stepped inside.
"Hey," she smiled from the bathtub.
"Hey" he smiled back and kissed her hello. It was meant to be a short kiss, but she slipped her hand around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and slipping her tongue into his mouth. This never got old, their tongues playing and caressing.
She grazed his lower lip with her teeth and then playfully bit in it, causing him to moan. His hands had found their way in her hair, which was slick from the hot and dusty air in the bathroom.
"Happy to see me, huh?" He grinned when he pulled back, trying to catch his breath.
"Come on in," she breathed and started to unbutton his flannel-shirt from the top and he continued at the bottom of the shirt. When their hands met in the middle of the shirt he took her hands in his own and placed a kiss on each hand. "I thought you'd be stuck in your office all day," she complained.
She smiled at him and unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down, while he pulled his T-shirt over his head, which he had worn underneath his flannel.
She placed a kiss on his navel when she had finished her task and pushed his jeans down to his ankles.
He leaned over and untied the shoes he still wore and kicked them in the farthest corner of the bathroom together with his socks, before he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them towards his shoes.
She grabbed the hem of his boxer shorts and pulled him closer to the bathtub, closer to her.
Again she pressed her mouth against his stomach, drew circles with her tongue around his belly button, causing him to groan when she slipped the tip of her tongue into it.
His hands played with her hair, and massaged her foam-covered shoulders and caressed her skin.
Slowly she pushed his boxer shorts down.
"Step," she said, her command to him to step out of them.
His shaft was not yet fully erected, but his excitement was clearly visible nonetheless.
"Happy to see me, huh?" she repeated his former words and winked at him, before she placed a kiss on the tip of his shaft and held her right hand out for him.
He took it and stepped into the tub and waited for her to move a bit so that he could sit down behind her. Instead she tugged on his hand and signaled for him to sit down with his back towards her.
He was reluctant leaning his full weight on her, but she pulled him close and slung her arms around his neck.
"Is it crazy when I say I missed you today?" she asked him and rubbed his chest, letting his chest-hair glide through her fingers, feeling it underneath her fingertips.
His right hand found its way out of the water and took hers, brought it to his mouth and kissed her fingertips.
"I missed you too," he mumbled between the kisses. He turned her hand around, placing kisses all over it.
When he kissed her on the lips it was more passionate than the one before and their mouths both opened wide immediately, their tongues gliding faster over one another. They kissed passionately for several minutes before they had to break the kiss. She took his head in her hands and turned it back around so that he was looking the same direction she was. She raised her legs and stood them on the ground of the tub, so that her knees left the water, then she slung them around his waist.
"You know, this here is like in Pretty Woman. But you are way hotter than Julia Roberts," he grinned while she nibbled on his earlobe. He glided his fingers up her thighs and down her legs to her feet on his stomach and started to massage them, knowing they hurt from the hours and hours on high heels. She moaned and leaned her head against the tub, enjoying the feeling. When he had finished his massage, he stroked her legs, loved the feeling of her wet, smooth skin under his fingertips.
He turned around and lay on top of her. He felt her hard nipples pressed against his chest. He stroked over her legs, up to her stomach and teased her nipple with his thumb. His other hand lay on her cheek, pressing her face and her lips more to his own. Her hair was wet by now, the water splashing up against the sides of the bathtub.
Slowly his lips wandered from her lips over her cheek to her throat. He wanted to kiss and caress her more, but the tub was filled to the rim with water and everything under her shoulder was in the water.
"Let's get out of here," he mumbled against her throat.
"Why?" she asked between the random kisses she placed on his hand, which still lay on her cheek.
"Then we can take this further," he answered and he moved against her, pressed himself against her sex.
"We can do that in here," she replied, dipping her hand into the water and stroked her fingernails over his stomach until she reached his shaft. She wrapped her hand around him and pumped slowly. His moan echoed through the bathroom and she grinned wickedly at him.
"See, it works!" she told him, her eyes sparkling. Their eyes locked and his lips crashed down on her own before she could say another word. He wrapped his arms tightly around her wet body and her legs wrapped around his waist, locked them on his back. Slowly he sank into her…
Hodgins snapped out of his memories when a tear dropped onto the back of his hand, the hand he held the glass with. He hadn't realized that he was crying. Men shouldn't cry, but he was a guy who wasn't good at hiding his emotions. No matter how painful they were, no matter how vulnerable they made him, no matter how foolish he looked. Yes, maybe she was right and he was still in love with Angela, but right at that moment he was missing Cam and not Angela. It had been months since he had last cried over Angela and now here he was crying over the woman who had said they had had nothing more than a fling. She was wrong, he decided and let the tears come, needing to get them all out. Maybe part of him still loved Angela, but another part of him, perhaps the bigger part was in love with Cam. Maybe he had another chance with Angela now, but Cam would remain the woman who got away. And it hurt.
TBC