Title: Folie à Trois 6

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 6

Previously: 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.


It was comforting to know that, while all three of us were getting wrapped up, carried away, in the temptingly delicious, sinful, dirty hot scenario that had unexpectedly presented itself tonight, I was not the only one who wasn't as blasé about it as we had seemed until then.

So I gave her a knowing and sympathetic smile, and kissed her answering smile off her swollen lips as I pushed the waistband of my shorts and underwear down the first few inches, allowing her to take care of them the rest of the way.

With Brennan crouched before me, I stepped out of my shorts and let it top of the pile of our clothes, leaving all three of us naked and very ready for more. Then Brennan slowly came back up and sent me into a dizzying spin of desire as her nose brushed the damp curls covering my aching center, and she stopped to inhale the scent of my arousal. My hand landed on her shoulder for support before she smiled into my abdomen and pressed a soft kiss there.

When she was fully raised again, she found herself in a sandwich of Booth and me. His hands caressed her hips and brushed up her sides to her shoulders. He began to stroke and kiss her shoulders and neck, clearly to her satisfaction, and produced another ice cube that he used to soothe the faint pink blush on her slightly sunburned shoulders. The tenderness of the gesture stood in contrast to the raw want I felt bubbling up, as I stood drinking her in from head to toe.

I swallowed another drink of beer and offered her another sip as well, before I tried to quench my desire by kissing her, pacing myself. I probed her mouth hotly and greedily lapped up her taste, delighting in her busy, supple mouth eagerly responding to mine.

Temperance Brennan was a woman filled with a multitude of contrasts, and this kiss was all the more delicious because of it; traces of the mildly bitter taste of beer mingled with the sweetness of her mouth, and the sensation of the coolness of the liquid with the heat of her desire was dizzying.

Oh yes.

I wanted more of her, I wanted everything.

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A little too wild, I kissed down her jaw, closed my mouth hungrily around her chin, sucked on her neck, biting and licking my way down as she moaned loudly in appreciation, until I reached the soft skin on her breasts and finally slowed.

Savoring the taste and the chance to explore it, I tried to fit as much of the pillowed flesh in my mouth as I could, and let my tongue read the landscape of the puckered aureole like Braille, until I reached the pebbled, peaked nipple.

Suckling and softly biting it, reveling the urgent moans and whimpers I was coaxing out of her, I had no idea what Booth was doing – and didn't particularly care – until Brennan jammed her fingers in my hair and forced out, "Cam…Uh…please."

That succinct message needed no further explanation for me, though apparently I was still ahead of Booth, who was still so lost in the wealth of skin that was revealed to him that he seemed to have momentarily lost the ability to remember what he was supposed to do with it all. Reducing Brennan to begging was a concept I couldn't quite grasp, but certainly couldn't let stand.

Considering my options, I stalled for a moment while I touched the cool bottle to her neck and dragged it between her breasts, feeling her shiver at the contrasting temperatures as I made my way down. I had traced a hipbone when I inevitably reached the neat thatch of curls that covered her center; the most secret part of her.

Suddenly I wasn't quite sure I was ready to touch her so intimately, and I cowardly willed Booth to get his shit together so he could do these honors, which seemed more appropriate anyway – and fair, considering I'd already stolen the premiere of putting my mouth on her breasts away from him.

As he continued to drag his heels, and Brennan was making desperate keening sounds to urge me on, I decided to do what needed doing and, that decision made, the prospect became instantly more thrilling.

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Feeling wicked tonight, I pushed the rim of the cold beer bottle against the heat between her legs and dragged it from back to front in lieu of my hand, not completely ready to deal with the reality of being allowed to touch her like this.

My clit pulsed in sympathy as she moaned, simultaneously gratified by the touch and frustrated by its inadequacy. It was time to replace the glass implement with the much more sophisticated instrument of my hand, and as I brought my fingers closer to her center, I felt the heat radiating onto my skin.

I tested with one finger and it came back dripping from arousal. That deserved attention – and relief – if not from Seeley, then from me. If I could get myself off, then I could damn well figure out how to get another woman off once I flipped the mental switch; I knew how the parts operated, and her responses would tell me all I needed to know about whether I was revving up the engine.

Her silky wet heat felt simultaneously strange and yet familiar too; not entirely unlike having my own body surrounding my finger, but still with its own unique, different texture and feel to it. As I added another finger and slowly pumped up into her, my thumb finding and briefly skimming her clit at regular intervals, her hands were tightly gripping my hand and wrist, controlling the amount of pressure she wanted.

She was rolling her hips against my hand, mouth open and eyes closed in pleasure, quaking and moaning low in her throat. It was possibly the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. A day ago, the thought of being up to my knuckles in her body would have been ludicrous and unthinkable, and yet here we were, completely lost in the pleasure of it.

It was the increased pitch of her moans that finally alerted Booth that we were moving forward without him, and made him to come to his senses. His eyes widened as he noticed the movements of our hands. He gasped, and stuttered breathlessly, "God. Bones… That's… Shit, that's hot."

Her muscles contracted around my fingers at that, and she could do nothing more than hum in acknowledgement. His fingers trailed up over her ribs and sought out the sensitive skin of her breasts, massaging with a firm, confident touch, and skill. She leaned back into the solid bulk of his body as he pressed himself more closely against her back, and she surrendered to his touch. Our touch.

"Are you feeling good, Bones? I hope you're feeling good. I think you are. I'm glad Cam is making you feel that way, even though I wish it were me making you feel like this. I want you to feel so good. You deserve that."

At that, her eyes flew open and met mine with a startled expression. "No!"

My busy fingers stilled, as I failed to immediately comprehend her reaction. Neither did Booth. "Of course you do."

"No," she insisted, removing my hand with obvious regret. The wetness coating my fingers cooled to the air. "I promised Cam it was her turn now," she explained, "and this felt so good I let myself get carried away, but I shouldn't."

"Bones… What about you?" Booth continued to argue against his better judgment. Brennan with her mind made up was an unstoppable force of nature, if anyone knew that, it was him.

"I can wait. I told you, I promised Cam it was her turn now." Her mouth was talking to Booth, but her eyes were talking to me.

And oh holy crap now she was going to turn that force of nature on me.

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One slim finger dipped into my wetness and curled into me; precisely, expertly. For a brief moment I thought I might come right there, but then the intensity of the pleasure receded. God, I needed it back, and I craved it tenfold.

"More….I need more."

She smiled in approval of my assertiveness and promptly added another finger, slowly pumping in and out, every few moments with her thumb rubbing my clit.

Damn she was good at this.

But I still had an ache much deeper inside, that her fingers couldn't reach.

"I need…" I forced out. "Uh. I need…" And I bucked desperately against her hand before I could finish the sentence.

She studied me like a specimen, while her fingers continued their stimulating gymnastics.

"Typically, at this stage of arousal, I require penile stimulation," she deadpanned.

Seeley and I exchanged a look – this was her idea of dirty talk? Lord, I hoped she could do better.

"Do you require penile stimulation?" she inquired, all business.

"Oh! Yes," I ground out, squirming around her fingers, my brow coated in sweat.

She turned to Booth, letting her fingers slide out of my body – leaving me in rapidly increasing panic – but continuing to massage the outside of my center slowly.

"Booth? What are you waiting for?"

Booth stood watching, stroking himself to give himself some relief. I imagined what he had just witnessed from his perspective and didn't know whether to cheer for him or feel sorry for him.

He returned her look, taken aback. "What? You want me to…?" He gestured to me with his hand.

"Yes!" she confirmed impatiently. I had witnessed that bossy, pissy "I don't understand why you don't understand this" tone and facial expression a million times on the forensic platform. In this setting it was more amusing, but still equally effective.

Yes, ma'am.

"But if you come, I'll kill you," she added. And I was fairly certain she wasn't kidding. A small measure of territorial urges wasn't foreign to her after all, it seemed.

Brennan leaned back against the counter with her arms on either side of me while Booth stood behind me. She put me in a sandwich of Booth and her.

I kissed her while Booth was thrusting into me from behind, his thick girth filling me deliciously, but the position was awkward because we were both upright, and he was holding himself back for fear of not doing Brennan any good once it was her turn.

I was going mad with the frustration of staying just out of reach of an orgasm that teased me with its force, but wouldn't deliver yet.

Brennan must have recognized my frustrated whimpers and – bless her heart – wouldn't let it stand. But her solution surprised the hell out of me.

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TBC...

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