Title: Folie à Trois
Timeline: pre-season 4 (late season 2 or season 3)
Summary: Was I seriously going to try and seduce both my ridiculously attractive co-workers at the same time?
CHAPTER 4
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Previously: "Kiss her? You got it. "
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All my misgivings about intimacy with a woman went right out the window during that kiss. Not slow and sensual, not soft and tender. Because that wasn't us. Our kiss was determined less by gender than by who we were. Brennan and I were both highly charged and passionate, and our kiss was no different. We pulled no punches with each other; whether we were crossing professional opinions or tongues.
It occurred to me that this could get terribly out of hand terribly fast when she didn't wait for my or Seeley's hands to start undressing her. She just unceremoniously yanked the tank top over her head – which graced us both with a delicious breeze – and flung it to the ground.
Her actions shouldn't surprise me. This was Doctor Brennan, Champion of Independence. Didn't need help from anyone, she could do everything by herself. Well, I'd show her just how helpful I could be.
Flipping her so she rested against the counter, I framed her breasts between my hands, admiring the artwork before sampling it.
Before my mouth descended on her I snuck a glance at Booth. A scowl. Fine. A smirk. A rueful smile. Between the two of us, I was going to be the first who got to touch her like this. That had to make him a little jealous. Good. That might provoke him into doing more than standing there like a dolt, eyes bugging out of his head, with his hand mindlessly rubbing the raging erection tenting his shorts. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
Whether or not Booth would participate, and how, was not my concern. I had a beautiful woman in front of who had bared her ridiculously perfect breasts for me, and her whimpering and straining was the closest thing to begging me to give them some attention.
I feasted on her skin, dropped kisses and licked along the pale slopes, tasting the saltiness of sweat and cooling her by blowing on the moisture left by my mouth. Inexperienced in this, I started with the stimulation I was sure would be appreciated by any woman, and planned to let her responses guide me from there.
A brief thought crossed my mind of the risk of being walked in on like this, which would have been highly compromising and embarrassing.
But I knew the old lady who ran the bed and breakfast wouldn't hear us: she had retired for the night, and presumably went out cold, after the four glasses of sherry she'd rather rapidly consumed during dinner. Moreover, she was as deaf as a post, which was something of a nuisance earlier, but would be a blessing in disguise tonight. Which was thankful, because Brennan and I both passed the point of no return a little while ago – we would ride this out as far as it would take us.
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When I finally closed my mouth around the darker aureole, I heard two moans – hers, and his in sympathy.
I would have laughed if I didn't the very serious business to attend to of sucking the rock-hard nipple into my mouth to hear her moan like that again.
"Camille!" Seeley burst out after only a few moments of this. I ripped my lips from the nipple I'd been making love to and scowled at him.
I knew what he wanted, but – to my surprise – was enjoying it way too much myself to let him have it.
He scowled right back. He resented me for keeping to myself what he had desired for so long. Too bad. At least I went after what I wanted. But, rather than turning this into a nasty territorial battle, I reluctantly surrendered my position. I stepped aside so he could take over my place and my breast-laving duties.
Before he did so, he kissed her hungrily, reclaiming her as his. I almost snorted. Idiot. She would never be his, never anyone's but her own. Before I understood or respected anything else about her, I respected that.
I shook myself out of an envious daze as I realized that I had stood by idly for too long, since Seeley had replaced my mouth with his own on her breasts. I had just mentally scolded him for it and now I was doing the very same thing.
Brennan barely cared anymore who was affording her this pleasure as long as someone did. She was incredibly responsive to his touch, her head tossing in her neck as she gasped and moaned her enjoyment.
I stood behind his back, giving me two advantages. His broad shoulders obscured the sight of what his mouth was doing, and I had the luxury of indulging myself in touching every inch of that sculpted wall of muscle, bone, flesh and skin.
I pushed his wifebeater up over it, briefly catching on his chin and mouth. A soft, wet pop and a second later it went flying. Then I could spend some time showing my appreciation for all his hard work at the gym, with my fingers and lips. He, too, tasted salty, but more masculine. And equally delicious.
I indulged myself generously, before I jammed my hands into the waistband of his shorts, and curled my fingers into the firm flesh of his buttocks. Whenever I squeezed, he flexed his muscles in time with my wet, open-mouthed kiss across his shoulder blades.
But I wanted more, and I suspected he did too. And when he started thrusting his hips forward more and more I knew exactly what to do.
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Standing on tip-toe, I whispered hotly in his ear, "Seeley."
It worked.
He stopped what he was doing and raised his head from her breasts, glistening with saliva, the nipples swollen and dark coral from the attention we'd given them.
I pulled him to the side so he was next to Brennan – who looked almost comical with her flushed face, messy hair, swollen lips and glassy eyes. Except she looked absolutely radiant and, god help my battered heterosexuality, fuckable.
High time to remind myself why I liked cocks. So I fixed a heated gaze on Seeley again and I cupped him boldly in my hand, roaming familiar territory, while I sucked on the pulse point in his neck. The one I knew would drive him crazy. I wanted a few of those raw, masculine groans out of him.
I could feel Brennan's curious gaze on us, observing my actions and cataloguing Booth's reactions. Learning. Reaping the benefits of my experience with him. Curious as ever. Ever the scientist.
He groaned deeply while I worked on his neck, stroked him through his shorts, and rhythmically pinched his nipple with my free hand. The loose curl of his hands on my waist belied the restless, erratic jerking of his hips against me, teasing me with the pressure of his rock-hard erection.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Getting a little too hot and bothered, Agent Booth?"
He snarled at that, and I remembered how cranky it used to make him to be reminded of the limits of his own control.
"I think I have just the medicine for that."
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While I reached beside him to grab another ice cube he threw a muscular arm around Brennan's waist and yanked her in for a hungry kiss.
Somehow the bizarre circumstances of this night, the heat, and the raw hotness of our spontaneous rendezvous conspired to make both of them lose their inhibitions and any self-consciousness about their lust for one another – which had been obvious to anyone but them so far.
I briefly wondered why they even tolerated me around anymore. They could just say something that amounted to 'Thank you for giving us a boost, Cam, we'll be off to one of our rooms to fuckF like bunnies now.'
But maybe the simple reality was that we not only clearly desired each other, but we all needed each other there, in various ways. To Brennan, I was a means of indirectly provoking Booth into action, and to a lesser extent of learning about his preferences. I didn't kid myself about Booth: while he surely found me attractive and appreciated my skills as a lover, to him, I was primarily a catalyst and an alibi of sorts, to pursue his real desire.
For me, getting physical with Brennan like this was a pleasurable way to resolve my complicated and conflicting reactions to her, and my intimate knowledge of Booth as lover served us both well. And of course, it also gave me one more chance to be with the man who had told me in no uncertain terms we couldn't be lovers anymore. We'd said that several times before, but often fell back into each other's beds at some point or another. But I would have to savor this night, because I had a growing feeling this time might really be the last after all.
I fought the desire to have his attention all to myself, while he didn't interrupt his wet, urgent kisses with the woman next to him for even a second, not even while I worked his shorts down his hips and dragged them over his sensitive erection. Merely a hiss in between luxurious tugs at the lips of the woman he'd desired for so long.
Kiss-swollen and stubble-burned as she was, she gave as good as she got. But then again, I had expected no less. And before the night was over, I was going to make damn sure I got another taste of that for myself.
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But first, I wanted a taste of something else. I purposely startled him by closing my hand around the heated, engorged flesh of his cock.
Booth's cock – like its owner – was a sculpted thing of beauty, and I would take almost as much pleasure in the attention I was about to shower it with, as Booth would. He'd be like butter in my skilled hands – and mouth – just like always.
He sucked in his stomach when I closed my mouth around a pert, masculine nipple and sucked hard, warning of my intentions. The ever-chiseled muscles in his abdomen flexed and twitched under my lips and swirling tongue as I descended.
I gave him just enough time to step out of his shorts completely before he'd need both feet planted firmly on the ground to steady himself. His Adam's apple jumped convulsively as I stroked him again before I struck.
But it was not the moist heat of my mouth he felt on him first, as he had expected. He let out a guttural groan and his knees buckled at the feel of the ice cube I dragged along his length, and back on the other side. Goosebumps, giving tiny shadows against the moonlight, raced across his skin.
His knees couldn't quite find their strength again. Especially when I soothed the icy sting with a quick slide of my warm lips around him, all the way to the base. He took hold of the edge of the counter and gripped it like a lifeline, whimpering.
I held him in my mouth, slowly teasing circles with my tongue, until I could feel his skin grow warm again. Then I released him slowly, despite his murmured protest. What I saw in Brennan's face, when I peeked up, amused me to no end. Intrigue. Curiosity. Lust. Eagerness to learn what pleased him the most.
Not a trace of apprehension, or jealousy, which somehow did not surprise me: Brennan was a virtual stranger to censoring one's sexual fancies, and to irrational possessiveness. And on some visceral level she had to know that I might be playing with him for a while, but he was all hers. Same as he'd told me: 'I'm with Bones, Cam, all the way. Don't doubt it for a second.' I didn't.
But I had found a winning combination that kept his attention tethered to me for a moment longer, at least as long as I kept applying it.
Ice, heat, rinse, repeat.
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