I haven't decided if this will be the last chapter or not, but it is a good location to end the story. I look forward to your views on that. Thank you for the wonderful encouragement on this story. It's been great! Gregg.
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Sweets was in his office (his haven, his sanctuary,...etc.) going over the files he'd been given that morning detailing what he'd be working on now that he was back. He'd been welcomed back with some good natured ribbing about his hair, or lack of in this case. Caroline had taken one look at him and laughed her ass off, but hers was the extreme end of the reactions. Most had been sympathetic and told him it was great to have him back.
"SWEETS!" freshly reinstated Special Agent Seeley Booth said loudly from the doorway as he entered with Dr. Brennan.
Sweets about jumped out of his skin. He had a 12 month excursion into Hell behind him, so he figured he would be forgiven for not being terribly charitable towards the two people in front of him. He'd hoped to have a week or two before seeing either of them, but apparently it was not to be.
"Hi guys," he said nicely enough.
"We're here for our session, Sweets," Booth said as he and Brennan took their usual seats in front of him
Alarm bells and red flags immediately sounded in Sweets' head at that. He grabbed his planner instantly and checked to see what was on there. Nope. No appointment. In fact he'd requested that they be given a different therapist for the initial months of their return.
"I don't see any appointment," he protested.
"Oh, I arranged all of the appointments," Brennan said with a smile and a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"What?" Booth said in shock looking at his best friend. He'd been under the impression that this was mandatory, so he'd reluctantly agreed to interrupt their reunion for it.
"Oh, no," Sweets muttered, recalling the hellish, grueling nightmare that was the flight home from Indonesia.
"We now have three one hour sessions per week for the foreseeable future," Brennan declared smugly.
"WHAT?" Booth bellowed.
"Three a week?" Sweets squeaked as he took in the thoroughly self-satisfied look on Brennan's face. It was difficult enough with only one session a week, but three?
"I believe that the three of us have a great deal to discuss," Brennan said, the evil glint in her eyes still there. She moved her right hand to Booth's left thigh and slid it up until it was just shy of a very important piece of anatomy. From the corner of her eye she could see the shocked expression on Booth's face.
Sweets saw the movement of Brennan's hand and his eyes widened. Oh, Man! In his office? Was nothing sacred?
"Uh, Bones?" Booth squeaked out as he frantically looked at his best friend and partner.
Bones looked over at Booth and grinned. "Yes, Booth?" she asked, putting a slightly sexy purr into her voice.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his eye movement making it obvious that he was very uncomfortable, not only about where they were, but also that there was an audience. He was also pretty shocked as he hadn't even made the grand move yet.
"I'm just giving DADDY what he's been craving for soooo loooonnnngggg, Boothy," Bones said as she drawled out the last words and cupped his now apparent erection.
"You TOLD her?" Booth shot an accusatory glare over to Sweets.
"Boothy?" Sweets asked, suddenly curious about the nickname that Dr. Brennan had apparently given Booth.
Bones made a quick move and straddled a very nervous Booth. "Sweets didn't tell me anything," she told the man whose lap she was straddling.
"Then how...?"
"Booth," she admonished. "Do you really think that an unsecured communication, or communications, to and from a project I am in charge of would escape my attention, or that I would not listen in once I discovered that you were contacting Sweets directly and only sending me e-mails?"
Booth glared at Sweets fiercely. "Remind me to rip your balls off for not securing the damn communications, Numb Nuts!" he hissed. Then he groaned as Bones shifted her weight down against his erection and slowly rotated. "Oh, God, that feels good, Bones," Booth moaned.
"First, though, Booth, there's the little matter of 'Daddy's Girl'?" Bones said as she ground down even further. She wished she could see Sweets' face right then as she knew it would be extremely humorous. "I am not a simple piece of sexual property, Booth," she told him firmly.
"Hey, it's just an expression, Bones," Booth pleaded.
"Uh, guys?" Sweets pleaded. "This is my office? You know. The place I work? At the FBI?"
"But Dr. Sweets, we have no secrets," Bones said with a look over her shoulder. "Do we, Boothy?" she turned to Booth, his eyes riveted to her cleavage.
"Is this for real, Bones?" Booth asked. He prayed that it was, despite what was happening in this place of all places.
"Of course it is," she purred. "Why else would I have remained celibate this long if it wasn't?"
"Then can we take this to someplace more private, like either of our apartments?" Booth pleaded, his self-control almost completely gone. "I'd rather not give the twelve year old over there a lesson in sex ed, with visuals."
"Uh, I already know plenty on the birds and the bees," Sweets offered up, also praying that this horror would end.
"Boothy and I need your office for the next couple of hours, Dr. Sweets," Bones said over her shoulder with a pointed look that told him that she was not joking around, though the sexy purr when she said "Boothy" was clearly evident.
Sweets knew he wasn't going to win, so he beat a hasty retreat. "Just turn out the lights when you leave," he said as he closed the door behind him. Thankfully the shades were already drawn. He decided to go to the lounge just across the hall and wait it out while having some coffee. After that he would check on his office to see what damage needed repair and if the place needed fumigated. This was HELL!
Two hours later Bones let poor Booth up off the floor in Sweets' office. She smiled, admiring the view of a very naked Seeley Booth. Very nice indeed. The prior two hours had been spent frantically making love, and to some extent just downright dirty, sweaty fucking to slake the mutual desires, urges, and raging hormones the two had been holding in for so long. Of course Booth had been somewhat reluctant, but she'd convinced him by pointing out that if DADDY wanted to actually get some, or even be able to physically have some, in this lifetime, then he'd better strip down and see to her long ignored urges and needs. THAT had caught his attention.
"I assume that this whole sex in a VERY public place is my punishment for the whole Daddy's Girl thing?" Booth prodded, wanting to make sure that his punishment was over and done with.
"No," Bones replied as she pulled on her panties and bra. "This was your punishment for what you caused Sweets to go through this past year. Your punishment for Daddy's Girl will be tonight at my apartment."
"I'm almost afraid to ask what that's going to be," he shuddered, knowing that Bones had a decidedly evil streak in her when she was pissed about something.
Bones' lips curled up in a wicked grin. "Do you know the phrase 'High Yo Silver!'" she asked smugly.
"Oh, shit!" Booth paled as he got his clothes on. Now instead of Sweets pulling duty in Hell it seemed like it was his turn. He looked at Bones, though, and ran his eyes over her clad only in bra and panties. Maybe his own time in Hell wouldn't be so bad. Then he recalled those sick fuckers at the pony play resort and revised his last thought. His own time in Hell would be worse!
"And Boothy?" Bones said as she finished dressing and opening the door to the office. "I plan on riding my stallion all night long."
Booth groaned, but followed her out and when they were passing a rather pale Sweets coming from down the other end of the hall, he hissed at the younger man "This is all your fault!"
Sweets entered his office and just knew that his time in Hell was only just beginning. Maybe Daisy would be interested in going back to Maluku for some follow up work. He'd have to ask her that night.
A/N: Just a short one. I am undecided, as I mentioned, on whether to end this here or continue on for a bit, thus I left this so it could go either way. Now Sweets has to deal with the duo from Hell three times a week! And Booth is going to find out what Pony Play is really all about. LOL. I hope you enjoyed this one. Gregg.