Bones decides to let Angela in on her strategy to get Booth. Here's the conversation that ensues. Let me know what you think.
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"Sweetie, where's Booth?" Angela asked as Bones hurried into the lab area to let everyone know she was back from the search. Booth always came in when he dropped off Brennan.
"He had to head back to the Hoover Building," Brennan replied. "Got a minute, Ange?"
Angela was immediately alert. Something was going on, and Brennan looked pleased with herself. "Sure," she told her friend and followed her into her office.
"I'm going to try and get Booth," Brennan said as soon as the door was closed.
Angela let loose a shrieking squeal that would shatter almost anyone's eardrums. "Finally," she said dramatically once the squeal was finished. Then she looked Brennan directly in the eyes. "How are you going to do it?" she asked.
Brennan smiled. "I'm going to make him so damn uncomfortable that he will be forced to eliminate that line he drew," she replied.
Angela knew all about the line, and had always been uncomfortable about how Bren had chosen to try and move on since Bren had believed that that was it. All the men who had graced Bren's bed since then, though, including Sully, had not been able to hold a candle to Booth, and both women knew it. Angela may have encouraged Bren at one time to go out and meet guys, but she had turned to trying to make Bren see what she really needed for some time now. Ange was not one to begrudge any girl some fun, casual sex, but Bren had been simply using it to try and blot out the real desires she had, despite all her protests about monogamy being unnatural and the relieving of biological urges. That was why some time ago Ange had told Bren that she needed to catch up to her own reality. It seemed that she finally had, and was going to be somewhat mischievous in achieving her long held desire.
"How?" Angela asked.
Brennan explained all that had happened at the home that they had executed the search at, and how she had come to the realization that it was time to once and for all get Booth to drop that line and for them to be together. She explained the basic strategy that she had in mind, and laid out the whole teasing conversation that she'd engaged Booth in at the house once the sex toys had been found.
"Oh my God," Angela smiled. She could well imagine how uncomfortable Booth would have been. Bren had been pretty clinical about her sexual preferences and also her method of masturbation with respect to the kind of dildo that she had been explaining to Booth. Even Angela would not have been brave enough to do that to a guy she was not already naked and sweaty with during a sexual romp for fun. "So what's next on the agenda?" she asked.
"I'm going to have a bit of fun with him during dinner at the diner," Brennan revealed. "I think a further conversation about sex toys may be in order."
"He's going to have a stroke," Angela chuckled.
"I'm sure he'll be stroking something by the end of the evening," Brennan said with a wicked gleam in her eyes. What she wouldn't give to see Seeley Booth doing just that. Watching a man masturbate had always been a serious turn on for her, and she was sure that Booth would be incredible to watch as he stroked what had to be a very impressive erection to climax. The obvious size of his "equipment" that she had seen as he tried to hide his arousal from her that afternoon had almost been enough to cause her to throw caution to the wind and jump him right then and there.
"You can be so cruel, Sweetie," Angela smiled widely. She began to think of her own sexual drought since she and Roxie had broken off their fling, and wondered if there was a chance of working things out with Hodgins. She missed him and was now deeply sorry for what she had done. The fact that he was willing to still be good friends with her spoke volumes as to the kind of person he truly was.
"Isn't it fun?" Brennan asked rhetorically. For some reason when she was joking about men with Angela, her normal confusion and distance disappeared, though she was still not up on pop culture and a lot of the slang that Angela used.
"Hey Bones?" Booth's voice rang out from the door to the office. "Ready to head out for dinner? I'm a little early, but I thought you wouldn't mind."
Angela winked at Bren before standing up. "Looking good, Booth," she said as she patted him on the shoulder. She had to admit that regardless of what the man was wearing, he looked HOT! "She's all yours, Stud Muffin!" she told him as she walked out the door.
Bones chuckled as she saw him try and shake off that particular term of affection coming from Angela. She couldn't help but agree in her own mind, though, that Booth was definitely a stud! If her plan worked, then the reward would be so worth it. She would most definitely be coming in to work late on a regular basis once they began a physical relationship.
"She is scary, Bones," Booth said as he shook off the memory.
"Just be lucky she didn't grab your ass while she was saying it, Booth," Bones said as she stood up. "Let me shut down my computer and gather my things together so we can leave. Are you coming over to my place after dinner and watching a movie like we talked about?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied easily. He may still be worked up about the short sex toy conversation that afternoon, but any excuse to spend time with Bones he would latch onto instantly.
They sat at their usual table at the diner, and had ordered their usual meal. It made sense that their meals would be as regular as their other routines. Stick with what works. Bones continued her usual pattern of stealing his fries, and he kept pestering her to try some pie. The diner was pretty empty compared to usual, and that played into Bones' plan perfectly.
"What's your opinion of flavored massage oils and lubricants?" she asked all of a sudden.
Booth almost choked on his apple pie. He turned a bit red in the face and wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor in embarrassment. Apparently she wanted to continue that mortifying discussion from earlier, and now she was progressing to flavored lubricants and oils. His hard on from earlier returned full force. "Bones," he pleaded in a small groan.
"It's a simple question, Booth," she replied, pretending to be oblivious as to how he would be uncomfortable with such a question. "Oral stimulation is a wonderful form of foreplay, and massage is a perfect way in which to arouse a woman, or a man. Combining the two makes sense from a sexual standpoint. Add the stimulating sight of watching ones partner masturbate, and it becomes even more important to ask ones opinion of flavored oils and lubricants."
"Bones, do you have to ask about that stuff here?" he asked in a somewhat higher pitched voice then normal.
"I don't see what the problem is in asking a perfectly acceptable question on a topic of significant interest in surroundings that are not too invasive of anyone's privacy," Bones' commented. "And there are no children present, either. Do you find the idea of oral stimulation, or masturbation offensive?" she questioned.
Booth's head dropped in utter defeat. There was no stopping Bones' when she got like this, and the last thing he wanted was a major argument that would tank any chance of enjoying a movie with her that night. "Of course not," he answered.
"Then perhaps its the image of a woman masturbating that makes you uncomfortable," Bones' pressed. Inside she was greatly amused and enjoying the flustered expression that was so obvious in Booth's body language. Her plan was to make him very flustered for the week, and then on Saturday make her move. So far he was walking right into her trap. "Or perhaps not a woman masturbating, but using a sex toy to aid her in achieving orgasm. Is that it, Booth? Does the idea of me or any other woman using a dildo, vibrator, or any other sex toy to sexually gratify ourselves offend you in some way?"
"Bones!" Booth hissed. "Is you have the slightest bit of compassion for me you'll drop the questions until a more appropriate place and time," he was actually pleading. He was sure that he was going to be spending some serious time in confession the next morning before going to work. The images of Bones masturbating using the sex toy that she had been holding that afternoon that were running through his mind at the moment were sure to earn him a few dozen Hail Mary's.
"Certainly," Bones agreed graciously. Best not to go too far the first night of her offensive strategy.
"Thank you," Booth said in definite relief. "So what movie did you get?"
"One that Angela said was really good," Bones replied as she gathered her purse and laptop. "Something called American Wedding."
Booth closed his eyes and prayed for strength. "Sounds great, Bones," as he mentally thought of all the scenes in that movie that were sure to embarrass the hell out of him. He made a mental note to have a little chat with Angela about her movie suggestions to Bones since he was the only one that Bones ever watched any television or movies with, and Angela knew that full well.
"Coming?" Bones asked as she stood up and waited for him to join her. She had an innocent look on her face, but a wicked gleam in her eyes as she saw him almost have a heart attack when he heard the sexual pun.
"You're killing me, Bones," he said as he stood and led her out of the diner after paying for the meal. He didn't see the wide smile on Bones' face as they left the diner.
A/N: There's the conclusion of stage two of Bone's new strategy. Stage one was the conversation at the suspects home, the second stage was this conversation. Stay tuned for stage three soon. Let me know what you think. Gregg.