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Brennan smiled as she walked out of the lab; once again there was a case which Booth had just informed her of. Glad that she had convinced Booth to let them take Angela along with them in the car and explained that they needed Angela to help "reconstruct the murder" by seeing the scene but the truth was all she wanted to do was spend some time with Angela. Because of all their recent cases they had barely been able to spend any time together. "Booth I'm going to sit with Angela in the back, there's not enough room in the front with all my stuff and I want to keep her company." She explained before sitting next to Angela who sat behind Booth in the car. Temperance smiled to herself brightly, this was going to be a fun car trip.
Angela rolled her eyes as she made her way out to Booth's SUV. Why was she needed on this case? Seeing a person's bits strewn about in a scene of horror and mayhem didn't throw her at all that particular day. She knew Brennan had set this up, but wished she had done something more romantic than a crime scene. Oh well, the artist thought, it's better than nothing. Quietly, she greeted Booth with a Angela rolled her eyes as she made her way out to Booth's SUV. Why was she needed on this case? Seeing a person's bits strewn about in a scene of horror and mayhem didn't throw her at all that particular day. She knew Brennan had set this up, but wished she had done something more romantic than a crime scene. Oh well, the artist thought, it's better than nothing. Quietly, she greeted Booth with a grin and a 'Hello', and climbed into the back seat, knowing her friend would take the front. So when Temperance decided to take the back seat with her, Angela was both shocked and happy. She smiled widely and watched her friend climb in next to her. This was going to be fun.
Booth's eyebrows furrowed at his partner's sudden behaviour change. Usually she was one to sit up front and annoy the hell out of him. But not today, it seems. He thought back to the past few weeks. Why was she spending so much time with Angela. They always seemed to be together these days. He remembered when he'd caught them together in Brennan's office and was immediately scared.
Brennan smiled and got into the back seat with her friend, pleased with the seating arangements as Angela has aligned herself right behind Booth. This was all going according to plan and she stopped the slight smile that started on her face. At least with Angela right behind him he wouldn't be able to see what was happening, causing it to be a blind spot and hopefully he would be oblivious to what was going on. "So Booth, you didn't elaborate on the case. All you said was 'there's a case Bones' and dragged me out." she exclaimed, resting back against the car seat and buckling up her seatbelt pleased when the ignition started and they started to drive along. Secretly her hands moved to her sides, one slowly sneaking up to draw small circles over the thin material of Angela's skirt. Excited about her little plan.
Angela gasped. Knowing Brennan, she should have known this would happen. She shuddered silently and arched up in her seat, hoping Booth didn't suspect anything. She could feel herself getting turned on, and knew it was so wrong, especially in an FBI vehicle, with one of her good friends driving, but she couldn't help it.
Booth was thankful she'd raised the topic, glad that things wouldn't get awkward and silent. He took a deep breath and began explaining the case. "There was, apparently, an explosion on a farm out in the country while a fair was on, and many fatalities were burned from the fire that the explosion made, all quickly burned to skeletons, which is why they brought you. Hodgins is on his way too, I called him before I left, thought he might be able to help with the explosion evidence," he rambled, not noticing at all what was going on in the back seat.
Brennan stopped the smirk that threatened to cross her face at the small gasp that left her friend's lips, slowly turning the small circles into up and down motions on one side of her leg, nail slightly digging in through the material of her skirt and stockings not even reaching where Angela really wanted it at the present moment. "Wow, that's awfully strange a sudden explosion at a fair like that? Then again I've seen far more gruesome cases." she explained casually.
"Yeah, I guess. There was a lot of machinery and things around, so it could have been an accident, but I doubt it, considering the size of the explosion, and everything," Booth added, reminding himself of a squint, much to his dismay.
Angela was silent, keeping her lips clamped shut as not to make a noise. Her nipples were straining under her light blue blouse, and her eyes narrowed in arousal, her panties dampened instantly. She shuddered again, the movement becoming natural to Temperance's touch these days.
"So it was probably suspicious then? Maybe somebody had already planned something and because it's such a big fair Booth maybe they wanted to kill that many people. Were there any survivors?" she questioned her voice still at a reasonable tone, not giving away what was happening with Angela in the back seat. As her fingers slid up towards her knee again she slowly drew her hand discreetly under her friend's skirt, raking her nails up and down the thin material barrier of the stockings on her inner thighs. Feeling Angela jump at her touch she continued, not reaching the place where she wanted to be touched most.
Angela narrowed her eyes in annoyance at her best friend. Please. She mouthed, knowing Temperance would know what she was saying. Her body arched into her touches, and she let out a sigh so low, even she had to strain her ears to hear it. Her nipples were peering through the material of her shirt even more now, and her clit was throbbing madly.
"Yeah, it was a big fair, and the explosion and fire only took out a portion of it. So we have loads of witnesses. Perotta's down there already interviewing them all. I've got Sweets on the way with Hodgins to help out," Booth told them and pulled into another lane, hoping to avoid the traffic build-up on the highway. Their case was on the other side of the city, and the only way to get there was to go THROUGH the city, unfortunately. Cursing low, he honked the horn at the impatient driver trying to overtake him and slammed a fist down onto the steering wheel. "Great. Just great. Traffic jam," he muttered.
Brennan smiled at her friend's pleading, growing even more pleased when the car paused during a traffic jam. Slowly her hand snaked its way up, her smile suddenly turning into an arrogant smirk at the feel of how wet Angela's panties were and how soaked through they were. As Booth was honking the horn she leant closer to Angela, knowing Booth was too distracted by the traffic jam. "What colour panties are you wearing huh Ange?" she whispered in her ear, hot breath raining down before sliding her panties to the side and sliding one finger into her friend's slick folds and pushing it in and out, waiting for Angela to continue to beg for what she wanted. "Huh, yeah what colour are they?" she whispered against just to tease her, flicking her thumb over her clit as she questioned.
Angela's heart was pounding inside her chest. Not only from the fear that Booth could hear them, turn around and see what they were doing, but also from the overwhelming arousal making her stomach contract, and her knees shudder, and her throat go dry. She finally got the voice to mumble ever so low directly into her friend's ear; "They're hot pink. And trust me, sweetie, they're not the only thing that's hot right now."
Booth was fiery with anger. He shook his head in annoyance at the man who had just cut him off and was plotting along ahead while he was stuck waiting. Just as he thought he had enough leeway to move, another car cut him off and his fist immediately found the horn. "BASTARD!" he exclaimed, knowing he probably shouldn't in the Bureau car, but he couldn't help his anger. He heard the girls whispering about something girly or another, but ignored it, choosing instead to stew in his anger.
Brennan felt her face flush at Angela's words, adding another finger discreetly to the mix and her movements became more rapid but not enough for Angela to gain satisfaction from them. She leant closer to whisper again in her friend's ear, almost flinching at Booth's loud yelling. "Oh I wish I could see them Ange, you know I love you in that colour. If Booth wasn't in the car I could make you feel so good but for now I'll have to settle for this." She teased back, feeling her own nipples straining against her white blouse and shifted her legs crossing one over the other to press them together to try and sate her own arousal.
Angela let out a moan that she just couldn't hold in, and gasped immediately, her bottom arching up off the seat to try and thrust Brennan's fingers deeper into her core, but to no avail. Her nipples were aching in her blouse, and her pussy was dampening more and more every second. She sent a pleading look to her friend, being unable to form any coherent thoughts, let alone words, in her current state.
Booth was beyond angry, and was sure he could feel steam coming out of his ears at his rage. Booth had never been calm on the roads, and was one in need for anger management classes, not that he was willing to admit that. In spite of his rage, he found the time to look back into the rear vision mirror, and took a look at Angela. "You alright, Angela? You seem a little... flushed. You feeling okay?" he asked, concern evident in his tone.
Angela groaned, and swallowed, trying to find her voice to answer Booth as her friend pumped her fingers in and out of her dripping core. "Mmm? I-I'm fine, Boo-oth," Angela said, her friend intent on making it torturous for her.
"I concur Angela, you do look flushed, surely something is wrong. Then again it is a little hot in here.." she exclaimed, pleased when Angela was the only one who got the "hot" reference. Brennan smiled to evilly to her friend and slowly dragged her fingers out from Angela's core, the fingers on her juices spreading along her thighs as her hand slowly moved out from under her friend's skirt. She wanted to make sure that Booth wasn't watching when Angela came and now that his concern showed it would be risky. "Booth how has Parker been lately?" Temperance questioned innocently, her hands now resting on her crossed legs as she tried to sate her own arousal at the needy look on her friend's face moments before she had dragged her fingers out. From the corner of her eye she could see Angela shooting her a dirty look and returned it with a sly smile, before mouthing when Booth's attention was drawn away from the two of them in the backseat. "If you want it, you've got to show or beg me to show what you want."
Angela groaned, aggravated, and squeezed her legs together at the loss. She glared at her friend and gave her the cold shoulder as she tried to ignore the throbbing between her legs, trying to also prove she didn't need it, but of course she did. She looked out the window, her eyes glazed over from arousal, but she was determined not to give in though she needed it so badly.
Booth was distracted by his partner's voice snapping him out of his reverie. "Yeah, he's fine. I have him this weekend. Takin' him to the Steelers game," Booth replied, setting his jaw as he looked out onto the road with fury still bubbling in his stomach. The thought of his son, however, made his mood lift.
Brennan wore an arrogant smirk as she watched Angela squirm needily on the side of her seat just begging for satisfaction that Brennan wasn't giving her and she realised Booth had replied and turned her attention towards him. "Oh that's interesting Booth, is it football or baseball?" she questioned, her eyes flickering towards Angela again and grinning. "Booth would you be able to turn on the air conditioner?"
"It's football, Bones. And sure. You hot?" he asked, flicking the switch on the air con, and looking back into the back seat. "Ange sure looks flushed," he commented.
Ange grinned up and Booth, hearing her name mentioned, and grimaced as the cool air hit her already hard nipples and core, making her spine tingle and she shuddered. "Hmm," she mumbled in agreement, and grinned at her friend, letting her know she wasn't going to crack.
Brennan noticed her friend's grimace and knew she was so hot for it, a slight sly smile crossing her face. "I concur, Ange are you sure you're okay? Not too hot?" she questioned, adding emphasis to the word hot, pleased when Booth was oblivious to it. Her hand slowly started a slow caress of her friend's thigh through her skirt and decided to keep it there just to tease her, right out of the reach of where she really needed it. "So Parker has a broad interest in football then Booth? Does he play the sport well?" Temperance asked curiously, trying to distract Booth and fire up Angela knowing her friend would get payback sooner or later.
Angela regained her voice, knowing she was teasing her friend just as much as Temperance was teasing her. She ignored her friend's hand, not letting it affect her in any way. She grinned and replied. "I'm fine, Brennan. I think you're the one that's hot. Are you feeling alright? She said, lifting her hand up and feeling Temperance's forehead with the back of her hand. "Oh, you have a bit of a temperature. Would you like some water?" Ange asked, a grin on her face, but concern in her tone.
"You alright, Bones? Would you like me to open the windows? Get some fresh air?" Booth suggested, not being able to take his eyes off the road due to the increase in traffic movement, still remaining totally oblivious to the activity in the back seat.
Brennan shot her friend a scowl, knowing Angela was playing her game and feeling her nipples protrude slightly through the thin material of her blouse. "Actually I am a bit hot, but no fresh air is needed thank you for the offer." she replied plainly before biting her lip. No she wouldn't let Angela win, not this time. Carefully she removed her jacket and rested it next to her and pursed her lips.
Booth let out a puff of hot air with a sigh. Traffic had slowed again, and they were getting nowhere. "Well, I'm hot, so I'm going to open a window for a bit if you don't mind," Booth said, hitting the button to open his window a few inches.
Angela gasped as the cold air hit her nipples through her thin blouse, and shivered. She looked at Brennan pleadingly, hating that she cracked so soon. She grabbed her friend's hand, and pulled it towards her, sending Temperance a look saying, "Please. I need you."
Temperance grinned that she had won and gave her a small nod, breaking her hand from Angela's grip she slowly inched it under her skirt not making any sudden movements to arouse Booth of what was going on in the back seat. Finally reaching her destination she slipped her fingers past the barrier of the stockings and slid the extremely damp panties to the side and thrust two fingers deeply into her friend's soaking wet heat not wanting to leave her unsatisfied as she continued her actions Brennan's sped picking and every few seconds her thumb brushed against Angela's clit. Her own arousal was heightening and wishing she could gain her own release, realizing how tempting it was to unzip her jeans right there and shove a hand into her saturated panties but Booth was in the car and he would notice their little charade. Adding another finger to the mix her hand pumped vigorously, thumb brushing against her clit even quicker anticipating her friend's release and she knew she was close herself and she knew that she was going to come in her panties at just the sight of that.
Angela moaned in her throat, hoping to god Booth didn't hear it. The next thing she knew, her muscles were contracting and she was letting her juices out onto her friend's fingers. She shuddered and pushed herself back onto the seat. She breathed out, trying so hard not to make any sound.
She looked over at her friend, and knew Brennan had released into her panties, just by the aroused look on her face, and smiled at her as she came down from her high.
Booth let out a deep sigh of relief as they pulled into the crime scene, the lights around them flashing blue and red and crime scene tape covering the perimeter. He slammed the car into park and unbuckled his seatbelt, pulling the keys out from the ignition as he turned in his seat to look at his partner and her friend. He looked them both up and down, taking in their flushed expressions and their lopsided grins. "You girls okay?" he asked, eyeing them suspiciously.