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 5

Previously:

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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So far Brennan and Booth hadn't managed to stir up a lot of trouble between the two of them. They could both still back out and the worst they had done was a little making out.

Then Brennan tapped my shoulder, cavalier as if she were simply cutting in for a dance. Only this was a much more intimate dance, but her eyes betrayed both her eagerness to participate, and that she was fully aware of the implications.

As she lowered herself next to me, a look of silent agreement passed between us, before she produced another ice cube out of nowhere and followed my example, a spirit of experimentation on her face that was far less scientific than I was used to observing, far more sensual, yet no less intense.

Booth was still strangling the counter, and he had been keeping his eyes closed while he enjoyed the ride. Until, prompted by the desire to watch or sensing a subtle change in style, he opened his eyes to see his partner kneeling before him instead of me, her cheeks hollowing around his cock, and it was her mouth that was delivering the sensations that were undoubtedly propelling him straight to heaven.

He let out an unmanly squeak and jumped at the sight, spending a few moments in a distinctly uncomfortable pose before gradually relaxing and adjusting to the new reality. Of course this, minus me as the third wheel, had to be one of his number one fantasies.

As we took turns trying to make Booth moan louder and louder with the most skilled and thorough oral attention he could possibly hope to receive, the odd camaraderie between us touched something in me, although even now the competitive spirit between us didn't abate; the jury was still out on whether that was reassuring or annoying. But certainly, Seeley profited either way.

The perfect arrangement presented itself as I envisioned myself as the patient mentor to a prodigy of a protégé, and sat behind her while her mouth and tongue rendered him delirious and incoherent.

I kissed the elegant, soft, pale column of her neck in between whispered encouragements and occasional instructions into her ear, reveling in my new role and her willingness to take direction from me. "Knead his ass. Tickle behind his balls. Faster…now slower. And squeeze his balls…now."

Indulging myself in fondling her breasts again, telling myself how much pleasure it gave her, I ran my tongue along the shell of her ear until I was sure I had her attention and whispered, grinning wickedly, "Know what really drives him nuts?"

She slowed for a moment while I told her, and she immediately set out to prove the validity of my prediction. Booth's moans grew louder and more urgent.

As if she was the one receiving pleasure, she moaned, vibrating into him. A couple more of those and he'd be done for.

Countless hours we'd spent in the lab while her pretty lips spouted off clinical, scientific lingo, but somehow I always knew about the fire within. She tended to him with fervor.

And Seeley was a goner; she was too good, and the sensory overload of feeling and seeing his partner like this were driving him to the edge like a big-rig jackknifing at 80 miles per hour on a rain-slicked highway, wildly and unstoppably skidding out of control.

And Brennan knew it too.

He shuddered when her lips slipped from his length, then whined when he realized she wasn't returning.

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She tapped his chest and he opened his eyes, looking a little dazed.

"It's Cam's turn. We've been a little too selfish."

Thank you God!

She turned on her heels suddenly and held my eyes hostage, and my breath caught. The thought of all that intensity being turned toward me, and expressed physically, with her skills? I felt a fresh wave of wetness coating my center.

I released a breath in sheer relief when she released me from her intense stare to let her eyes wander down my form. Something Seeley had told me about her a long time ago came to mind unbidden as her piercing, meticulously observing eyes assessed me.

"You've seen the way she looks at human remains before she makes a decision."

"Yes."
"You're human remains and she hasn't made a decision yet."

She had decided, already.

She touched the tip of her tongue to the corner of her upper lip and ohmygod smirked. The woman looked into my eyes and smirked at the thought of what she was going to do me. I wasn't sure my knees wouldn't give out.

She cocked her head at me, and the corner of her mouth twitched in a half-smile that was decidedly sexy. "You're wearing too many clothes, Cam."

I dumbly looked down, as if only now realizing that I was a step or two behind them in the disrobing process. Even though she was irrefutably right, and there was no question anymore that this would end with all three of us naked, I was still a little peeved that it made me feel like a dolt in the company of far superior intelligence. Maybe this is how Booth felt a lot of the time.

She stalked around me, in a predatory half-circle, and I nervously licked my lips. I felt like a zebra, about to be brought down by a lioness.

As a woman who liked to stay firmly in control of her sexual encounters, what surprised me the most was how much that turned me on. I had put myself at the mercy of whatever she planned to do to me next, and I fucking loved the suspense of it.

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"Maybe I can help you with that," I heard her whispering from behind me, somewhere near the back of my head. She was leaning in close, making me strain to hear her and teasing me with her nearness.

Oh, Brennan loved the powerplay, that much was obvious. And I was enjoying it so much I gladly indulged her.

"Please," I told her, thankfully managing to keep an edge of neediness from my voice.

Booth was standing less than four feet across from me, his beautiful, hard body undisguised by even a scrap of fabric. Under any other circumstances, I would have taken my sweet time enjoying the view.

But right now, my entire consciousness was filled up with the anticipation of what the woman behind me was planning next, and the thrill of not being able to see what she was doing.

She splayed her hands fully against my buttocks and I was embarrassed to find myself instinctively pressing myself into them to increase the contact. Her hands left my ass as quickly and suddenly as they had landed there, and traveled across my waist to my stomach.

The warm press of her hands on the sensitive skin of my lower belly made my clit pulse in anticipation, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to feel those hands travel lower, below the waistband of my shorts and…

But they traveled upwards instead, drawing whimsical patterns on my stomach that made my breath catch. I gasped when she found my nipples and tweaked them between thumb and forefinger undermy shirt.

Booth was doing that thing again where his eyes almost bugged out of his head, and gave his erection a rough tug, moaning gruffly. His raw desire flamed my own. God, I wanted him. His cock, his hands, his mouth. Touching me. Everywhere. And if there was a God, and he was kind, maybe both of them, him and her, at the same time.

"I think Booth wants that, too."

What? Had I been so caught up in the pleasure of being touched like this that I had missed part of the conversation? Oh. You helping me undress. Got it.

Suddenly I was ambushed by doubts and insecurities that had no place if I thought about it. Unexpectedly they reared their ugly little heads nevertheless. Doubts about being able to compete with the picture of feminine perfection that Brennan presented – the only one Booth truly lusted after – and even about being out of practice enough on the technical aspects of sex that this night would somehow turn into a total flop.

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My eyes slipped shut, tired all of a sudden. "I'm not sure he still does, now that he's finally gotten his hands and his mouth on your spectacular rack," I sighed, suddenly deflated.

Oh God. I hadn't meant to say that. Oh Lord, why did I have to say that out loud?

The humor was evident in her voice when she retorted, "Hearing my boss tell me I've got great tits? Another thing I wasn't expecting when I walked into this kitchen earlier…"

Amused by her frank language, appreciating the humor in her observation, and thankful for her defusing a potentially uncomfortable moment – whether it was her intention or not – I couldn't help but close my eyes and grin. "Yes, Brennan, you have great tits."

She responded with a sincere and upbeat, "Thank you."

I could picture the self-satisfied look on her face even without seeing her, and shook my head enjoying the absurdity of it all.

She crossed her arms in front of my chest before pinching the hem of my tank top and lifting it over my head with surprising ease, after I obligingly lifted my arms. She dropped the garment to the floor and her fingers returned to my ribs, brushing the underside of my bare breasts.

"Well, personally, I've always felt…" she whispered seductively, and I couldn't help but wonder just how much personal experience was underlying her opinions on the subject.

"…That more than a hand full's a waste," she concluded as she cupped my breasts with both hands, encompassing them fully and expertly kneading the flesh underneath her palms and fingers. My eyes slipped shut in bliss, while I was beginning to see her point of view.

Usually the one to try and keep the squints on a tight leash, now I got to experience what wonderful things their big brains were capable of when given free reign, letting her be in charge for once. And when I didn't have to plan or be responsible for deciding what happened next, all I had to do was concentrate on how good it felt.

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When I opened my eyes again a few moments later, it was to the sight of Booth stroking himself in time to Brennan's rhythmic squeezing of my breasts. Turning my head a little, I noticed Brennan's eyes fixed on Booth's in a very intense stare.

Following her line of sight back to Booth, his eyes were boring into hers with a hot, liquid come-fuck-me-look, until he noticed my curious gaze. His eyes started flicking back and forth between Brennan's and my own in my first ever eye sex threesome, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip in anticipation as the full extent of his desire to participate played across his handsome features.

I was impressed with Brennan's savvy yet again as it sank in that she was giving me the attention I'd craved – and liked to think I deserved, by now – while at the same time keeping Booth entertained by giving him a titillating show. Ridiculously brilliant woman.

Booth reached beside him for the beer bottle that rested there, nearly forgotten, and took a long swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as a loud sigh of sublimated satisfaction escaped him.

"Aren't you going to be gracious enough to share that? It's only fair. We're thirsty, too. And tonight is aaaall about sharing, isn't it, Booth?" Brennan cooed at Booth.

He had a dangerous look on his face as he pushed off the counter and moved towards us, with that treacherous, coiled languor of a cougar again.

Sauntering over and stopping just short of us, he looked at Brennan over my shoulder, and challenged, "You want to talk about fair? How is it fair that I'm already naked and you two are still wearing shorts?"

Brennan and I exchanged a look over my shoulder.

"Fine. You hand over that bottle to me and Cam in exchange for both our shorts," Brennan bargained, cool and matter-of-factly.

Bargaining a prize for something we had been about to give up willingly – ridiculously brilliant woman.

When he handed her the bottle she lifted it quickly and wrapped her lips around the rim, gulping greedily. His eyes were instantly glued to where her mouth surrounded the neck of the bottle, and it wasn't hard to imagine what images his mind was conjuring up.

She passed the bottle to me, and by the time I'd taken the first swig Brennan had already worked her shorts around her ankles and was swiftly kicking them away, along with her panties. Then she startled me with her quick grab for my waistband to remove mine. I reflexively covered her hands with my free hand and saw a flicker of hesitation, of uncertainty, in her gaze when it flashed up to my eyes.

Note: *gasp* That won't be the end of this screen-meltingly hot ménage à trois, will it? WILL IT???
Don't worry darlings, you won't have to wait *nearly* as long this time to find out in the next update. Looks like--2 more chapters, so...I'm not worried about how this will play out. You? ;-p