Title: Folie à Trois 7 (FINAL)

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 7 (FINAL)

Previously: 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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She addressed him by name to draw his attention. "Let's switch places. I want to try something."

His response was automatic.

Anything she wanted. Anything at all.

Bless the woman for having the good sense not to threaten his fragile ego.

She flipped me against the counter, helped me hop on it and when she kissed me again, she thrust her tongue against mine in a very deliberate and promising manner, I felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over me. I liked the way the woman was thinking.

Hopefully, so would Seeley. When she released my mouth with a wet pop we shared a secret smile. Resting her hands lightly on my thighs, she let my anticipation build while she turned her head to capture Seeley's mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss.

I shivered as I watched her tongue lap at his mouth and tongue, in anticipation of what she might do with them when she focused her attentions on me next.

She backed up into him to make room and folded at the waist, rubbing her bottom in his groin in invitation.

He held her hips between his large hands as he moved to complete the moment he'd been looking forward to for too long, and I reminded myself that we had all entered into this knowingly and willingly, because for just the briefest moment I felt like I shouldn't be here to witness this.

Over the curve of her back, I watched his eyes slip shut and his jaw go slack. Deliriously happy, as if he'd just taken a hit of the world's most powerful drug.

His most powerful drug, for sure.

Her face melted into the picture of bliss the moment he entered her, a blend of their long, shuddering sighs and oohs audible.

Then she sought my eyes to reassure me that she wouldn't forget about me.

Booth was still restraining himself, though with increasing difficulty, until Brennan could fully concentrate on her own orgasm.

I was already so on edge when she turned her focus on her new goal – my orgasm – that I half-suspected I would come like a freight train the moment she touched me. All done for, in two seconds flat.

But she took her time working up to it, turning me on even more. Her hands skimmed lightly up my calves and stroked the back of my knees. The muscles in my thighs trembled in response to her feather light touch up the inside of my thighs. I felt almost pathetically needy, but refused to beg just yet.

I was quaking by the time she reached the apex of my legs, my center throbbing and aching. The feeling was only increased by the musical thrumming of her fingertips on my clit, which was stimulating but not enough to give relief.

I folded. "Please," I whimpered softly. Just as my eyes closed, her mouth was on me, mercifully.

I melted against her tongue as it flattened against the throbbing hot core of nerves below, and I wanted to scream but couldn't produce a sound. The exact same result happened when the heavenly sensation of pebbled wet softness suddenly left me again.

Thankfully, she returned just as soon and started an easy, almost teasing choreography with her tongue, first dragging it slowly around my clit, then a fast swipe but pulling away before the stimulation fully registered.

Meanwhile, Booth was mostly just lost in the sensation of moving inside her, until now. Standing behind Brennan, he opened his eyes for a moment and looked down but frowned at the picture in front of him, and I imagined it was kind of a shocker to see his partner like that (not for the first time tonight). And kind of a major turn-on too. Instant visual overload.

As long as he wasn't having second thoughts. So I tugged him in for a kiss over her head to help him remember how much this was turning him on. And how much it was turning me on. That big, sexy brain of hers had figured out the perfect arrangement for this, and she made sure to give both of us equal amounts of pleasure from herself.

Thank you, Brennan, for being the creative and giving lover you are.

We worked in perfect tandem, her rapt attention to my responses ensuring that my every wish and need was met almost before I aware of having it myself, and I moved with her instinctively to find the perfect amount of stimulation.

My arousal soared impossibly higher, my synapses firing like a Fourth of July fireworks display, as she doubled her efforts, making me lightheaded and creating a buzzing in my ears. I couldn't stand this much longer. I needed, I needed…

Sensing the right moment for it, she closed her lips and tongue fully around my clit and began sucking and grinding her tongue against it in earnest, her mouth ravenous as if she were eating the most succulent, ripe fruit after a three-day fast. Adding the absolutely perfect amount of pressure and movement and suction to make me…

Make me…

Suspended for one moment in that curious state before all hell breaks loose, I let myself soar through the sky and then free-fall.

With a low growl the orgasm ripped through me and delivered blessed, blissful release from the unbearable tension coiling within me. I bucked and thrashed longer than I thought possible, her lips still drawing wave after wave of exquisite pleasure out of me. When my body finally began to still, aside from the trembling of aftershocks, I was dazed but in awe.

I've had men go down on me and achieve very satisfying results – Seeley was no slouch either – but she was so in tune with precisely the kind of touch I needed, so…intuitive, it was insane. I wasn't sure I wanted to know how and where exactly she acquired skills like this, but then again, this was Brennan, who was just ridiculously talented at everything she did, so why not this, too?

When the white spots in front of my eyes began to dissipate, the roaring in my ears quieted a little, and conscious thought slowly returned, I was filled with a strong sense of purpose. Brennan deserved at least as much pleasure as I had just enjoyed. And in a stroke of pure, post-orgasmic clarity, I knew the perfect setup.

I scooted back on the counter and motioned for her to join me. She sat between my opened legs, my still-throbbing sex nestled against her bottom, after she had maneuvered carefully to the edge.

After positioning himself in between, and bringing her knees up to his hips, Booth kissed us both deeply, bringing us together once again as partners in crime.

His face scrunched up in concentration.

Brennan had instantly realized, I knew, the appeal of this position. She could surrender herself completely to our joined attentions, Booth with his throbbing cock in front of her, and from behind her my hands caressing her, pinching her nipples and with her clit in reach of my fingertips. I'd shed all my inhibitions about touching her, and was willing – yearning, even – to do whatever it took to make her feel as good as she had made me feel.

Booth was still trying to go slow, but I could feel her body quivering against me, more than ready.

I sucked on her earlobe and whispered hotly, "Temperance. What do you want?"

Booth pushed into her once more. She moaned, her head lolling back for a moment. Then she raised it again, sought Booth's eyes, pinned him, and they were instantly lost in each other.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

He growled and his hips slammed against her.

Her request grew bolder and louder. "I want you to fuck me with all you've got, Booth."

Thank god. There was the dirty talk, finally.

Firm-voiced as her need for release quickly grew desperate, she commanded unabashedly, "You will hold nothing back."

She probably squeezed down on him, because his jaws ground together, fighting for control.

She rolled her hips. "Fuck me!" she growled again, as if he needed more encouragement.

Booth was like heavy machinery; he rolled into motion slowly but once in gear, after her feral growl, he would be roaring to life, unstoppable, pounding, thumping.

It was a good thing the old lady upstairs was deaf as a post, because her ecstatic cries as he finally pistoned into her, sweat-slicked, his hair plastered on his brow, could wake the dead.

Their eyes were glued together and the intensity in Seeley's eyes was awe-inspiring – I couldn't remember ever seeing him like this before.

And, as it so often happened when the two of them were together, they forgot that anyone else, including me, was even there. But…I was there, and I didn't forget that, thankfully, because I could make myself quite useful.

When her moans grew desperate I pinched a nipple with one hand and flicked her clit with two fingers of the other hand, and within minutes that seemed like seconds, she was coming hard, with an unearthly sound.

Booth yelled her name, and yelled for help – the divine kind – while his eyes rolled back into his head.

As Brennan was thrashing and bucking wildly in the throes of an almost frighteningly intense orgasm, I anchored her to me prevent her slipping off the now-slippery edge.

As she slowly came down and recovered, I could feel her heart hammering under my hand, where it still rested on the slope of her breast, and her rapid panting was ragged and raspy.

She had come undone so violently that I instinctively began calming her the way I would a hysterical child, softly cooing and stroking her forehead.

When Seeley looked at me his pupils were the size of saucers under eyelids that barely managed to stay open.

"That was…" he croaked. But he had no words.

"Fucking amazing," I finished, utterly sincere; slightly more coherent, but no less blown away.

"Bones, you alive?"

"No," she rasped, still breathing heavily.

She cracked a joke. Oh my word. The ever-literal Doctor Brennan just cracked a joke.

She swallowed. "I stand corrected. There is a heaven after all. I am nothing if not an empirical scientist, and I have just witnessed it personally, with my own powers of perception."

She giggled. Booth giggled. We all laughed, breathlessly, giddy with euphoria.

Eventually we sobered up enough to realize we needed to do a little cleaning up, and we needed to sleep, and some time to ourselves to process what had happened between us.

Two minutes later all traces of what had transpired in that kitchen had been erased – except the ones in my memory; those would be etched in forever.

I threw a smile over my shoulder when I reached my bedroom door, but it turned awkward by the time it reached my lips.

Booth shared a look with Brennan, giving her some sort of unspoken permission to let this be and just go into her room. She nodded her understanding.

Perhaps the creaky floorboards not much later, when I was already half-asleep, exhausted and sated, meant that he was sneaking into her room.

Perhaps it was just a figment of my imagination.

I didn't care anymore. If there was anything I learned tonight, it was that I never was, or ever could be, more than playtime for Seeley Booth.

THE END