Note: Apparently, my alphabet has two Ts.
Warning: This one contains a Booth/Brennan/Sully sex scene. If that isn't something you want to read, please skip this one and come back for U.
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Booth stepped off the plane and looked around for the sign marked "Baggage". When he spotted the sign, he took off at a steady pace, dodging slower pedestrians. He stepped onto the escalator and scanned the baggage area. As he descended, he saw his old friend leaning against a pillar near the doors.
He walked over and pulled the other man into a hug. "Sully! Good to see you, man. I cannot believe you're getting married."
Sully laughed. "You know how it is, when you meet the right girl, there's no point in wasting any time."
Booth looked around, anxious to meet the woman who had convinced his friend to settle down. "Is she here?"
"Nah, she had to work. Ready to go?"
Booth nodded. His carry on had a change of clothes and his shaving kit – there wasn't much more he'd need. After all, he was only here for the weekend. "Yeah, my tux should be at the shop, so I didn't need much."
"Great!" Sully led the way to the door. "Let's go. We're meeting Tempe for dinner."
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The two men walked into the restaurant and looked around. Sully shook his head in mock exasperation. "Looks like she's still at work. She's probably trying to clear their entire backlog single-handedly before she leaves for a week." He pulled out his cell phone and Booth tried not to listen to the one-sided conversation. When Sully hung up, he said, "She's on her way."
The two men made their way to the bar. When they each had a half-empty beer in front of them, a woman came rushing in. "I'm sorry, we got in 500 year-old remains, and I wanted to take a preliminary look."
Sully stood and took her hands in his before leaning over to kiss her while Booth sat there uncomfortably. "Hey, it's OK, babe. What matters is that you're here." He gestured at Booth. "Tempe, this is my old buddy Booth."
Temperance held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Booth. Sully was telling me that you're an agent out of the New York office."
Booth shook her hand. "That's right."
Temperance tilted her head and gazed at him appraisingly. "It must be difficult to make ends meet on an agent's salary in New York, especially with your gambling problem."
Booth couldn't believe his ears. Had she really said that? At a loss for words, he answered, "I get by."
Luckily, the hostess interrupted with news that their table was ready and the three of them moved to the dining room.
Dinner went relatively smoothly. Booth learned more about Temperance – apparently, she did some kind of work with bones, knew three types of martial arts, and had met Sully when she was called in to consult on one of his cases.
Just as they finished eating, Sully's cell phone rang. He excused himself to take the call. When he came back a minute later, he said, "That was my mom. She got in early – apparently she managed to miss the traffic. Tempe, can you go home and let her in? I'll drop Booth at his hotel and meet you there."
Temperance was shaking her head before he even finished talking. "No. No, Sully. She doesn't like me. You know what happened at Christmas."
"But I have to take Booth to his hotel."
Temperance looked around frantically before settling on the only real way out. "I'll drop Booth by his hotel. You go home and meet your mom."
Sully leaned over and kissed her. "That'll work. Love you." He stood and said, "Booth? See you tomorrow." With a wave, he was gone.
As they waited for the bill, Booth asked, "Does your family live in town?"
Temperance's nose wrinkled. "I don't have family. Well, I have a brother, but I haven't talked to him in years. We're not close."
The awkward silence lasted until the bill was paid. They walked outside and climbed into Temperance's old car. Booth laughed. "Does this thing even run?"
Temperance stared at him. "This is a very reliable vehicle. It is one of the best ranked vehicles for both safety and value."
"But it's, what, ten years old?"
"Eleven", she answered.
"Right, eleven. Got it." Temperance turned the key and seconds later they were on their way, weaving in and out of traffic. Booth found himself slamming on an imaginary brake pedal when they got closer to the car in front of them than he could handle.
When they were halfway to the hotel, Temperance observed, "You can relax, you know. I'm an excellent driver."
Booth turned his head to look at her. "That's not what it looks like from over here."
Temperance shrugged. "You don't let other people drive, do you? You seem like one of those guys who always has to be in control."
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The next day, Booth and Sully met up to pick up their tuxes. They played some one-on-one basketball, then ran a few errands before the rehearsal.
When they arrived at the park where the wedding would be held, a brunette with flashing eyes greeted Sully with a hug. "Good to see you, Sul. I dragged Bren to the spa today and she's a little antsy to go play with her bones, but I'll keep her on track. I can't believe you're getting married tomorrow!"
When she finished her monologue, she turned to Booth. "And you. You must be the best man. I'm Angela, the maid of honour?" She threw her arms around him. '"It's good to meet you."
Temperance walked up to them. "Oh, good, you're here. Let's get this thing over with."
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The rehearsal was over and the participants were talking in small groups. Booth found himself beside Temperance, and he couldn't resist asking the question that had been bothering him. "You don't seem very excited about the wedding."
Temperance shrugged. "I don't really see the point. I mean, I won't be any more committed to this relationship tomorrow night than I am right now."
Booth frowned. "But don't you want to get married?"
Temperance tilted her head to one side and studied him for a second before saying, "It's important to Sully – and it's not that important to me. What's the harm?"
Booth replied, "I always thought that marriage was a way of telling the world that you are crazy in love – enough that you're sure you want to spend the rest of your life with one person." They stood in silence for a few seconds before he asked, "Do you love him?"
Temperance nodded decisively. "I feel the appropriate chemical reaction when he's around, yes."
Not sure whether he should be relieved or terrified, Booth nodded and walked away.
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The day of the wedding started with rain, but by 9 am the skies had cleared and the sun was shining. There were a flurry of last minute details to take care of, but by 2 pm the wedding party and the guests were assembled at the park. Booth walked down the aisle with Angela, enjoying her commentary on the guests as they went. When they reached the front, they split up and turned back to watch Sully and Temperance walk down the aisle together.
When they reached the front, Booth turned towards the officiant and watched as his best friend married the weirdest, most annoying woman he had ever met.
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Booth stared at the glass of scotch in front of him on the bar. It had been a long day of training. The next two weeks would be the same, and he wanted nothing more than to lie on his hotel room bed and watch the game. He couldn't do that, though - it had been five years since he had been in DC and two years since the man he considered his best friend had last been in New York, so instead of drinking a beer from the minibar in his room, he had agreed to meet up tonight.
Idly, he wondered if Temperance would join Sully. Somehow he doubted it – she was probably spending the evening with old bones of some sort.
When Sully walked through the door, he was alone. He came over to the bar and the two men exchanged a one-armed hug before sitting back down on their bar stools.
It took a moment to break the ice, but by the time the bartender slid the ice-cold beer across the bar to Sully, the two men were reminiscing about old times and laughing about a mishap in Booth's course that day.
When they stopped laughing, the mood became more serious as Sully said, "Hey, man. Sorry to hear you broke up with Cam."
Booth shrugged, his attention focused on the ring of condensation on the bar. "It happens. We're just in different places, you know?"
Sully chuckled. "I remember those days. I'm so glad I'm not part of the dating scene anymore."
Booth looked over at him. "Things are going well with Temperance?"
Sully nodded, a goofy smile on his face. "Yeah. I mean, she's … she's so great, Booth. I know she can seem a little odd when you first meet her, but once you get to know her? She's so caring and funny and smart. Great in bed, too. God, the things she can do ..."
Booth held up a hand. "Leave it there, Sul. I don't need to know."
Sully chuckled, his gaze on the beer bottle in front of him. The men sat in a companionable silence for a moment, then Sully looked over at Booth and asked, "You and Cam, did you ever talk about fantasies?"
Booth scoffed, "What, you mean like props and costumes? No, why?"
Sully concentrated on peeling the label off his beer bottle as he said, "Tempe and I were talking about it a while ago, and I was just wondering …."
Booth looked at him anxiously. "I get the feeling I don't want to hear the end of that sentence."
Sully chuckled. "She said she has fantasized about being with two men at once. I was just wondering if that was, you know, normal. I mean, I know it's normal for men to think about being with two women, but I just didn't know, you know."
Booth examined the water stains on the bar in front of him. "Hey Sul, you said it's a fantasy, right? It doesn't mean she'd ever really ..." He glanced over at Sully as Sully turned to face him.
"I love her."
Booth nodded. "I know you do, man. That's why you have to forget this. I'm sure it doesn't mean anything."
Sully laughed. "You don't understand, Booth. Her birthday is next week, and I want to make her fantasy come true."
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Booth stood at the bottom of the steps and stared at the brick townhouse. All he had to do was walk up the steps and ring the doorbell.
He thought his best friend was out of his mind, but he had been unable to say no when Sully had asked for this one favor. Besides, surely Temperance would refuse when she found out what her husband had planned for her birthday. Sure, it would be embarrassing, but it's not like he had to see her every day. The humiliation would fade in time.
Taking a deep breath, he walked up the steps and pressed the doorbell. He could hear the chimes echoing through the house as he shifted nervously from foot to foot.
He was expecting to see Sully, and he was surprised when instead the door was flung open by Temperance, wearing nothing more than a short, flimsy robe. "Can I help you?", she asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
His throat dry, he croaked, "Is Sully here?"
"No", she replied, shaking her head decisively. "He should be here any minute." He could see the moment when recognition dawned. "Oh! You're … you were at the wedding. Booth, right?"
Booth nodded, somehow surprised that she hadn't remembered him. She continued, "Sully will be home soon, but we have plans tonight."
Booth had opened his mouth to protest before realizing that this was the out he was looking for. He took a step back, saying, "Can you just tell him I stopped by? I don't want to intrude." He turned to flee, but stopped at the sight of his best friend standing at the bottom of the steps.
Sully took the steps two at a time. He clapped Booth on the shoulder and swept Temperance into a hug, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed her as if they had been parted for two years instead of the better part of a day. Booth stood uncomfortably on their front step, trying not to notice how much creamy skin had escaped Temperance's robe and wishing he were safely back in his hotel room. He made one last attempt to escape, saying, "I'll just be going."
At his words, Sully broke off the kiss and set Temperance back down on the ground. As she straightened her robe, he said, "No, man, you have to stay. Come inside."
His feet leaden, Booth followed them into the townhouse.
When the door shut behind them, Sully stopped and looked at his wife. "Happy Birthday, baby."
Temperance's nose wrinkled. "We've talked about how that term is inappropriate before, Sully. I am not a baby."
Sully stepped in closer and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "Sorry, Tempe. You are definitely not a baby. In fact, you are an amazing woman, and today is your birthday."
Temperance nodded. "I know, Sully. And we could be having sex right now if you hadn't invited your friend in."
Sully grinned. "Do you remember when we talked about fantasies, Tempe?"
Temperance looked puzzled. "You mean about that thing you have for ..."
"No!" It was almost a shout. Getting a hold of himself, Sully continued, "I mean how you said you'd always wondered what it would be like to be with two men at once."
Temperance nodded. "Yes, I think it's normal to be curious about different sexual experiences."
Sully smiled. "That's what I'm giving you for your birthday."
Temperance's head whipped around to look at Booth, then back to Sully. "You mean …?"
Sully nodded. "If you still want to."
Temperance's eyes met Sully's. "And you're sure you're OK with this?"
"Yes."
She turned her head to look at Booth. "And you're OK with this?"
Booth nodded, terrified, fascinated, and aroused at the thought that she might actually agree.
She turned her attention back to Sully. Tenderly, she kissed him. She whispered, "Thank you", then took the hands of both men and led them to the bedroom.
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The bedroom was simply decorated and filled with a flickering light from the candles she had lit in anticipation of her evening with her husband.
It was hard to believe this was really happening. Sure, she'd fantasized about it, but she had never actually expected it to happen. After all, she was in a monogamous relationship with Sully, and she had never expected him to do this for her.
It was happening, though, and as the door shut behind them, Temperance couldn't wait any longer. She dropped the hands she was holding and reached up to kiss Booth, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders.
It had been years since she had kissed anyone other than her husband, and she found herself a little nervous. She knew Sully so well, it was disorienting to be kissing another man. Her lips met Booth's, and she felt a surge of desire run through her body as the initially tentative kiss turned passionate. Sully was behind her, his tongue tracing patterns on her neck as his hands fumbled with the belt of her robe.
Booth's hands had been clenched at his sides, but as she teased his lips with her tongue, they moved and settled on her hips.
Encouraged, she slid her hands down his torso until they reached the hem of his t-shirt. She pulled his shirt up, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head.
When Booth's shirt hit the floor, Temperance shrugged out of her robe and turned around. She reached back and took one of Booth's hands, guiding it to her breast. As Booth began to caress her, she wrapped her arms around Sully's neck and kissed him.
The kiss was comfortable and familiar, tinged with the memory of the thousands of other kisses they had shared over the years. She felt her arousal grow and pulled back. "You're overdressed", she said, smiling.
Sully chucked and pulled his shirt over his head. "Better?"
Temperance's eyes swept down his chest to his belt buckle. "Better, but it would be helpful if you removed your pants as well."
Sully grinned at his wife and unbuckled his belt. Temperance pulled away from Booth and turned to face him. "You too", she said.
Temperance sat on the bed and watched as the two men traded an awkward look before proceeding to remove the rest of their clothing. She had always found Sully attractive, but she was surprised at how much she was also attracted to Booth. Idly, she wondered what would have happened if she had met him first.
When the floor was littered with piles of clothing, Temperance could wait no longer. She walked over to Booth and trailed her fingers down his chest. "Very nice."
Without another word, she sank to her knees and ran her tongue along his cock. He groaned, clenching his fists as he rocked his hips towards her. She smiled and wrapped her mouth around him, enjoying Sully's choked, "God, Tempe. This is so hot."
Temperance released Booth's cock and stood. She handed him a condom and murmured, "It's time for you to fuck me, Booth." He nodded wordlessly as he fumbled with the wrapper.
As he placed his hands on her hips, she leaned forward and put her hands on Sully's waist. Booth entered her and she lowered her head and took Sully's cock in her mouth.
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Sully's hands tangled in Temperance's hair as he watched his best friend thrusting into her. Every thrust pushed her towards him, and she took him deeper into her mouth with each one.
He had to admit that he had wondered how he would feel about it when it was actually happening, and he was surprised how much he was enjoying it. It didn't feel like a betrayal at all – after all, it had been his idea. Instead, it felt like a gift – a way to show his wife how much he loved her by giving her something many men wouldn't have been comfortable with.
As he watched Temperance stiffen as her first orgasm hit her, he knew it had been worth it.
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He felt her clench around his cock and he bit his lip, fighting the urge to come. Her knees buckled, and he wrapped his arm around her waist as his friend's hands moved to her shoulders. Seconds later, she was in his arms as he carried her to the bed.
He lay her diagonally on the bed. As he slipped inside her again, she wrapped her legs around his waist. When he was fully inside her, he paused, letting the fluttering aftershocks of her orgasm caress his cock. By the time he began to move, she had wriggled her head to the edge of the bed so that she could again take Sully in her mouth.
He set a fast pace, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stay in control much longer. By the flush on her breasts and the way her legs tightened around his waist, neither would she.
It didn't take long before he came, his one regret that he couldn't see the look in her eyes as his orgasm pushed her over the edge again.
He pulled out of her and Sully took his place, pulling Temperance's legs over his shoulders as he drove into her. Fighting a sudden surge of jealousy, Booth stumbled into the bathroom.
When he walked back into the bedroom, Temperance was gasping. Her eyes met his and she cried out as the third orgasm of the night hit her. Seconds later, Sully came.
The couple collapsed onto the bed together as Booth pulled on his clothes. By the time he found his socks and pulled them on, Sully had pulled on his jeans, saying, "I'll walk you out."
Booth nodded, and looked at the exhausted woman lying on the bed. "Happy birthday, Temperance."
She smiled, the very picture of satisfaction. "Thank you, Booth."
The men left the bedroom and walked to the front door. As Booth walked out, Sully clapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks, Booth. It means a lot to me that you'd do this. I'll never forget it."
Booth met the eyes of the man who had been his best friend for years.. "Neither will I." Feeling more alone than ever, he walked into the cool night air.
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U will be next, so I'm still open to suggestions for it.