Here is the final chapter to this story. I couldn't help it. I had to add one more that anchored the story back into the humorous vein it started with, despite the fun of the sex scene. Thank you all for the great reviews and sticking with me as I had so many delays after the first few chapters. Now it's back to the other stories I've been putting off while working on this one. Gregg.
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Special Agent Seeley Booth was beyond dead. He was in his office at the Hoover Building trying desperately to stay awake. The week before he had almost no sleep due to the constant nightmare provided by Bones driving him insane with all her detailed talks about sex and sex toys. Then he had to survive a shopping trip to her favorite sex shop where her agenda became known and then the weekend had really gotten started. Imagine! A whole weekend in bed with Bones! There were a few times he thought he'd actually have a fatal heart attack or stroke during the two days of almost non-stop sex. God he was wiped out. And to top it all off he had a veritable mountain of paperwork to get done by the end of the day. Shit!
And what about Father Mitch?! The guy is supposed to be compassionate and offer forgiveness and absolution when sin has been confessed with a penitent heart. What did Ole Seeley Booth get? A lecture on sexual perversion and the lamentable state of his soul! Then the dreaded penance had been meted out. Is it possible to appeal an excessive penance from a Priest? A thousand Hail Mary's and a few hundred Our Father's seemed a bit steep in his opinion. Booth was still in shock as he thought about it. Bones hadn't helped when she laughed at his stunned expression, or her offer to give him a bit of 'comfort' in the back of the Tahoe before they got to work.
Then there was Angela to worry about. On top of everything else she had shown up to check on Bones while Booth was in the kitchen, naked of course, getting some much needed juice for hydration purposes. Her gasp of shock, and the very pointed direction of her gaze to just south of his abdomen, had been the icing on the damn cake. He'd never hear the end of it! And Bones??? She only laughed at his discomfort and made a couple of comments about his so-called 'Puritan Modesty.' He was never going to hear the end of it from Bones, that was for sure.
"Bren doesn't look much better, Stud," Angela said from his door, reminding him of her visit the week before.
"That makes me feel so much better, Angela," he moaned, though the more ego-driven manly side to him was doing cartwheels over the fact that he had wore out the living female sex machine that was his Bones. Of course he'd never refer to her as his out loud, but in the quiet of his own mind, he knew it was definitely true.
"It should," Angela continued as she walked in and took a seat. She handed over a file. "That's from Cam. She wanted you to get the latest results from the blood screens."
"I'll look it over when I'm a bit more alive," he told her as he set it on his ever growing pile of files.
"So what'd you think of the sex shop?" she asked. Her smile told him that she thought it was pretty amusing.
Booth groaned. "I'd rather have my toenails ripped out than go there again with Bones," he replied.
"It couldn't have been that bad," Angela teased. "I mean what guy wouldn't love to help his girl pick out trashy lingerie and sex toys which are meant for his enjoyment, as well as hers?"
"It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been hell bent on her long winded, and rather loud, descriptions of every damn thing she wanted to consider," Booth groaned as he remembered a particularly embarrassing description of a clitoral stimulator that had turned him several shades of red as she went on and on about how awesome it was and how easily the one she had normally brought her to orgasm.
"She's happy, you know," Angela told him, turning serious for a moment. "She hated that line you made up, and hid from her feelings for a long time because of it. All her talk about how often she was having sex, and all the other details was her way to make you pursue her and end that line business. When you got all squeamish at that suspects home, she came up with the idea to use that to make a point and get what she really wanted. It worked, and while she's dealing with the after effects of a weekend of hot sex virtually non-stop, she's very happy."
"I'm happy, too," Booth replied.
"Good," Angela said as she got a wicked glimmer in her eyes. "So, Bren said there was more than enough of you to share, so what about tonight? Interested in a threesome, Stud?" she asked with a waggle of her brows.
Booth's jaw about hit the desk. "Huh?" he said in shock.
Angela laughed loudly. "Just kidding, Booth," she assured him. "I just couldn't resist seeing what kind of look I'd get if I said that!"
"You two are going to be the death of me," he groaned as he took a sip of his now almost cold coffee.
"At least with Bren it'd be a great way to go, considering how she'd bring on your heart attack or stroke," Angela chuckled as she stood up to leave. "See ya later, Booth."
"Later, Ange," he said as he reluctantly pulled another file to him to work on.
When Angela arrived back at the Jeffersonian, Bones was working on some notes in her office. Movement at the moment was not a good thing as she had sore muscles like she couldn't believe. It had been more than worth it, though. Not only had the sex been incredible, but the emotional impact had been staggering. She couldn't help the short chuckle that escaped her lips as Angela walked into her officer when she remembered one incident during the weekend.
"What's so funny?" Angela asked curiously. "Booth's pretty wiped out, by the way."
Bones felt a strong sense of pride in herself knowing that Booth had been drained by a weekend in bed with her. With his stamina, build, and also the military background which allowed him to be on the go for long periods of time, it had been a question in her mind about whether she could wear him out. She'd tried very hard to accomplish that.
"I was just thinking about how I scared Booth this weekend," Bones smiled.
"Oh?" Angela asked. "I thought nothing could scare our FBI Stud Muffin."
"When I went to clean up yesterday morning while he stayed in bed, I put on a leather bustier, leather garter belt, leather panties, fishnet stockings, knee high black stiletto heeled boots, a brimmed leather cap, topped off with a leather riding crop and gloves," she explained. "He fell asleep while I was doing that and when I got back to the bedroom I slapped the crop against the boot and asked if he'd been a good boy or bad one lately." She laughed at the memory. "He almost lost control of his bodily functions."
Angela laughed. "Were his eyes bugging out?" she asked, enjoying the mental image that Bren's description evoked.
"Yes," Bones answered. "I let him off the hook, but told him we'd work on role playing in the near future."
"I bet he loved that," Angela smirked. She remembered Booth's reactions to the pony play case and wondered how much against role playing he really was.
"Actually he wasn't too disappointed in that," Bones told her. "I think it depends on how extreme the role playing is that gets him upset. He did, after all, try and initiate something on the plane to China when he wanted me to role play a librarian and an errant patron." Granted she hadn't recognized it at the time for some reason, but Angela had almost keeled over in shock when she'd told her about it, and then had explained it to her.
"Oh yeah," Angela remembered now. "Maybe he'd enjoy the classic Catholic schoolgirl scenario."
"I don't like that idea, but maybe I can use the outfit and do a stripper routine for him one evening," Bones replied. She would always have a problem with the submissive aspects of that particular role playing in that it favored the man too much. Doing a strip routine with the outfit, though, would be fun.
"I teased our favorite G-Man a bit when I was over there," Angela chuckled. "I told him you said there was enough to share and asked if he wanted a threesome tonight. His totally flummoxed look was priceless!"
Bones laughed. "He's so easy to tease," she said to her friend. Then she lowered her voice. "But it sure is fun," she added. "Especially when we're in a session with Sweets."
"Can you imagine what Sweets would say if he found out about your naughty weekend with Booth?" Angela beamed in amusement.
"Booth would have a coronary," Bones replied with a wide smile. She looked at the clock. "I've gotta finish this and then meet Booth at the diner for lunch, Ange."
"You know, maybe I should tease Hodgy like you did Booth last week and snare him once and for all," Angela mused as she stood up to leave.
"Just don't make the same mistake this time if you two get together," Bones warned. She loved Angela dearly, but she had to admit that Angela had seriously damaged Hodgins with her antics.
"I've learned my lesson," Angela said as she walked out the door.
"What kept you, Bones?" Booth said with a yawn from his place at the booth that they normally used at the diner. He was so damn tired he almost didn't stand like a gentleman when she came towards him, but he managed.
"I got sidetracked by Angela who has a new facial reconstruction on a Bronze Age skeleton that was recently discovered," Bones replied as she took in Booth's haggard appearance. She probably didn't look much better, she had to admit. "Having fun with your paperwork?" she asked.
"It's a million laughs, Bones," he replied sarcastically, a bit surprised she actually understood the phrase.
"Are you coming over tonight?" she asked as she stole one of his fries. He'd ordered while waiting for her, so he had his food already.
"Sure," he told her trying to sound nonchalant about it.
She smiled. "Good," she said with a glimmer. "I have a few more toys to show you, and then we have some art work to do with the body paints we bought on Saturday."
Booth was once again wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never come out. Bones was bringing up sex toys and kinky activities in a public place once again. "Bones," he hissed, knowing that his protests wouldn't do a damn bit of good. "This is a public place, you know."
"I still don't see how that has any bearing on what we're discussing, Booth," Bones doggedly countered. She knew he was getting flustered, and why, but she enjoyed it too much to stop, despite the fact that she'd already got her prize. "There's nothing wrong with discussing sexual activities between consenting adults. You enjoyed the weekend, didn't you?"
"Of course I did," Booth told her with a lowered voice. "I have a boatload of Hail Mary's and Our Fathers to say as a result of it, so you can damn well bet I enjoyed the weekend. Do we have to talk about that now?"
"Well I suppose we could discuss something else," she conceded, though the smile was still on her face.
"Thank you," Booth sighed.
"I was thinking we could take Angela up on her offer of a threesome," Bones said suddenly, having timed the joking comment just right as he took a sip of coffee, and watched as he choked and spluttered.
"Are the two of you trying to kill me???" he gasped.
"Oh come on, Booth," Bones continued teasing. "I thought it was every guy's fantasy to be with two women at the same time."
"Fantasy being the operative word, Bones," Booth managed to croak out. The mental image of being with both Bones and Angela worked its way into his mind, though, and he wanted nothing more than to shoot Angela for causing this. There was no doubt that this was coming from her.
"But sometimes it's fun to make fantasy a reality," Bones commented, this time serious, though not necessarily talking about this one. Personally she really didn't want to share Booth with any other woman, friend or no friend. Ever. "Like when I put on that leather outfit last weekend," she said quietly as she leaned over to make the comment. She was curious to see his reaction.
Booth closed his eyes in frustration. "Not funny, Bones," he ground out. He almost had a stroke when she waltzed into the bedroom wearing that leather get up. Not fun in his opinion, though the thought of her possibly having whipped Sully's ass in that stuff made for a humorous thought. He didn't think he'd ever really be able to forgive Sully for going out with her, and then if that wasn't bad enough, leaving her. An ass whipping with a riding crop, courtesy of Bones, was just what the little bastard deserved, even if he was a pretty good guy otherwise.
"It was only a joke, Booth," she smiled as her eyes twinkled.
"Can we really just talk about something else, Bones?" Booth was reduced to pleading. It would be so nice to leave the diner without battling a raging hard on, or extreme embarrassment for once after last week.
"Okay," Bones decided to let him off the hook. "What did Cullen say when you told him about us this morning?" she asked.
"Oh shit," Booth exhaled in misery as he recalled what he had forgotten to do when he got to work.
"It looks like you have something that needs to be dealt with this afternoon," Bones calmly remarked as she understood right away what he meant.
Booth just wanted to crawl back into bed and hibernate until it was all over. His life was a living hell at times. Last week it was constant sexual frustration. This week it was going to be simply trying to survive his Boss' wrath. 'Why me?' he silently asked the Big Guy in Heaven. He looked over at Bones and cursed silently as he saw her calmly sitting there as if absolutely nothing was wrong. "You really are killing me, Bones," he told her as he cut into his piece of apple pie. He ignored her wide smile. He mentally bowed to the master strategist: Bones. In less than a week she had tortured him mentally, broken his iron control on his emotions, calmly goaded him into submission at every stage, and then shattered his line that he foolishly drew long ago. That was something that not even his fiercest interrogators had managed to do while he was in enemy hands. Did he mind? Hell no. He finally had the best prize of all, and he had actually lost the battle. Ironic, huh? The one person who seemingly doesn't get it when it comes to people, understands him so well that she manipulates him and seduces him like a Chess Grand Master playing a masterful end game strategy.
A/N: I have an idea for a story where Angela entices Hodgins back to her that is similar to this one, but has it's own enticing elements that draw on the expertise and talents of the two involved. If there's enough interest through reviews, I'll write it in the near future. Gregg.