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The Couch
Angela questions her best friend about her relationship with their boss and Brennan takes a trip down memory lane, recalling the first time she was with Cam. Brennan is afraid to go to sleep.
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Booth never reappeared while I was being examined which seemed odd and it indicated that something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. Angela came in to check on me at least though and Cam stepped out then to allow us time together. Angela updated me on Hodgins’ condition, but after that the room became silent until Angela could no longer keep silent.
“So what’s up with you and Cam?” She asked quite bluntly, yet enthusiastically. My face slowly contorted into a look of pure confusion. “Sweetie, why do you think Booth hasn’t come in to see you?” I honestly didn’t know why Booth hadn’t come in to see me, but obviously Angela knew so I sat there in silence allowing her to continue. “Everyone saw you guys kissing,” Angela finished, but I didn’t understand what that had to do with Booth. Why would he have a problem with Camille and me kissing? “Just a few weeks ago you and Cam were constantly arguing and disagreeing about everything and anything, and it wasn’t in that secret love kind of way Sweetie. I never saw this relationship coming Sweetie,” She added softly before closing her mouth and reopening it to ask one last question. “How did this happen, I mean what did she do pick you up and throw you into bed?”
“Not exactly,” I mumbled in response to her question. My cheeks were becoming a light pink and I could do nothing to stop them, as Angela looked at me, silently asking, “What do you mean, not exactly?” As I saw the words etched into her face I could feel my cheeks burning and I made to answer her question. “She threw me onto the couch in my office,” I admitted softly. Angela’s lips parted and formed an O shape and I allowed my lips to curve in a smile. Ange was completely shocked by what I had just told her.
Seconds later memories of that fateful evening flooded my mind. Camille had appeared in my office with a file in hand, a few lines were in need of my signature and as she made to hand it to me, our hands brushed together innocently and the file fell to the ground with a soft thud. Our fingers became entwined and we were both shocked to realize just how well they fit together. They continued to stay laced together for a few long minutes our eyes were locked on our hands for every second of that time. Her hands slipped from mine, and the moment they did I longed for the contact again. I looked into her dark eyes, softly pleading with her, until I felt her warm hands cupping the swell of my ass. She gave me a gentle squeeze before sliding her hands up to my hips, followed by a soft lift up, and soon my legs were tightly wrapped around her waist. My hips began to violently thrust in an attempt to get closer to Camille. I was so damn aroused and Camille’s soft touching did nothing but excite me more. My panties were soaked and I was sure that my jeans were too. Cam carried me a few feet over towards my couch and threw me down on it and made quick work of my jeans and my panties.
A single digit began parting my folds and Cam groaned before slipping a digit inside of me. The digit roamed my slick walls and as it did so I heard Camille groan yet again. “So wet,” She groaned, “And all for me,” She added, making me whimper. The digit gently stroked my walls in an attempt to find my weak spots, and the second after she found one, the digit left me, and I was reduced to whimpering and pouting at the loss of touch. Soon though the finger was replaced by her soft tongue, delving into the depths of my slick velvety walls, and I began screaming in absolute pleasure. I was close and Cam knew it just as well as I did, and as such she removed her tongue, leaving me to whimper in frustration. Cam took a great deal of pleasure in eliciting the sound from me, but in the next second she was taking pleasure in something else. Her tongue gently took control of my throbbing clit and I was helpless against her, and soon her lips were surrounding my swollen muscle and I groaned at the pleasure it caused. She continued suckling, enjoying the sounds that spilled from my lips, before she decided to nibble at my sensitive muscle, causing yet another groan to escape from my lips. I could no longer control my body as Camille ran her tongue over my incredibly sensitive clit once again, before delving back into my slit. The strong strokes of her tongue brought me closer to release as she continued to rub my sensitive walls. My muscles began to clench around her tongue, expelling the muscle from my vagina, as my orgasm came over me. “Camille,” I groaned and the sound I received was that of Angela’s laughter.
My face became a deep red color at Angela’s laughter and she just smiled. I had been so lost in the memory that I had forgotten that it was only a memory. “What has that woman done to you Sweetie?” Angela asked in a joking tone, but I seriously began to consider her question as Camille appeared in the doorway and she was wearing a smirk that matched the one Angela was wearing. “I heard my name,” Camille whispered as she approached me. My face became flushed once again, and from the corner of my eye I saw Angela slip out of the door, leaving us alone again.
“What was that all about?” She asked gently, and in response I pulled her down to me and captured her lips. Her tongue quickly darted into my mouth and I groaned in response.
“Don’t worry about it,” I whispered into her ear as our lips parted.
“Come on,” She whispered after a long period of silence, “You’re going home with me,” She added, as she lifted me into a sitting position. I sat on the bed as she removed the hospital gown and began to put me back in my dirt covered clothes. She was gentle and the moment I was fully clothed again she lifted me up off the bed and helped me stand up. She pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before placing her arm around me and leading me out of the room. I usually hated to be treated as if I was fragile, but right now, just having Camille’s arm around me felt good and I was not going to argue with her. As we stepped through the doorway Angela and Booth came into view, and Camille told them that she was taking me home, before we took the elevator down to the exit. The fresh air burned my lungs, just as it had before, but it felt good nonetheless.
The car ride back to her apartment was made in comfortable silence. Camille held my hand in hers the whole time and that simple touch felt indescribable. She pulled into the parking garage at her building and slowly got out of the car and walked over to open my door and helped me up and for some reason I let her. She held my hand as we walked into the building and up into the elevator, and the gesture was innocent, and innocence was something that I rarely felt in a touch. She reached into her pocket for her key and I stood there still tightly grasping her hand while she unlocked the door. I sat down on her couch and she ran into the kitchen and my hand felt cold at the loss of touch, but the moment I felt her hand in mine again a my hand burned from the heat the touch caused. A cold water bottle was slid into my grasp as she once again left me alone on the couch. The sound of running water hit my ears moments later and she came back to me yet again, this time leading me to the bathroom where a tub full of warm bubbly water awaited me. Camille began to slowly tug my clothes off. The buttons of my blood red blouse were being undone by her slender fingers, she slid the material off of my shoulders and placed it on the side of the sink and soon she was unclasping my bra and laying it down on top of my shirt. My jeans and panties were added to the folded up pile of my clothes. I stood there completely naked for a moment just to tease her, before I stepped into the warm bath. I felt the dirt slip away as I washed my hair and body, and as Camille lifted me from the lukewarm water twenty minutes later, I watched the dirt go down the drain. Her hand reached out and cupped my breast, and as she wrapped a towel around me her palm brushed against my sensitive nipple.
“Stop it,” I whispered as she continued to run her fingers along my breast. She shook her head and continued to caress me with her skilled touch. “I mean it, stop,” I squealed, my attempt at being forceful, failing miserably, and she only smirked in response. I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me, before pulling her lips to mine. Her hand fell from its position on my breast and the towel slipped to the floor, and pooled at my feet, as I pulled her closer. “Baby I’m tired,” I said softly, the moment we pulled apart. She led me towards the bedroom and once we were there she began peeling her own clothes off, and I watched, enjoying the sight of her naked body. She reached out and secured her arms around me, keeping me in a tight embrace, as we headed towards the bed. We lay down together, her breasts gently rubbing against my back as she held me, and all I could do was smile at the light touch. “I love you,” I whispered as I snuggled into her embrace, under the warm blankets. A large part of me was terrified that if I fell asleep none of this would be real, and Jack and I would still be in my car buried alive and running out of air. There would be no Camille, and I would be left wondering how things might have been. In the end though, my exhaustion outweighed my fear and my eyes slid shut.
I was asleep or at least I think I was, when I began to thrash in Camille’s arms and she attempted to soothe me. “Temperance, it’s okay, I’m right here Baby, no one is going to hurt you,” She whispered in my ear as I shook with fear. Her attempt to soothe me had failed and I rolled over in her arms to face her so she could see the fear that I knew shown in my eyes. She didn’t try to soothe me again, instead she grabbed my breast and all I could do was smile at the affectionate touch. That was just like her and I should have expected the soft touch. She continued to tease my breast with her hand and I groaned as she pinched my nipple. She continued to tease the aroused flesh for a few more moments, before becoming serious, “The gravedigger will have to pull you from my cold dead arms, before that bastard ever lays a finger on you again.” She continued to hold me tight in her arms and even if it wasn’t rational I felt safe.
“So what’s up with you and Cam?” She asked quite bluntly, yet enthusiastically. My face slowly contorted into a look of pure confusion. “Sweetie, why do you think Booth hasn’t come in to see you?” I honestly didn’t know why Booth hadn’t come in to see me, but obviously Angela knew so I sat there in silence allowing her to continue. “Everyone saw you guys kissing,” Angela finished, but I didn’t understand what that had to do with Booth. Why would he have a problem with Camille and me kissing? “Just a few weeks ago you and Cam were constantly arguing and disagreeing about everything and anything, and it wasn’t in that secret love kind of way Sweetie. I never saw this relationship coming Sweetie,” She added softly before closing her mouth and reopening it to ask one last question. “How did this happen, I mean what did she do pick you up and throw you into bed?”
“Not exactly,” I mumbled in response to her question. My cheeks were becoming a light pink and I could do nothing to stop them, as Angela looked at me, silently asking, “What do you mean, not exactly?” As I saw the words etched into her face I could feel my cheeks burning and I made to answer her question. “She threw me onto the couch in my office,” I admitted softly. Angela’s lips parted and formed an O shape and I allowed my lips to curve in a smile. Ange was completely shocked by what I had just told her.
Seconds later memories of that fateful evening flooded my mind. Camille had appeared in my office with a file in hand, a few lines were in need of my signature and as she made to hand it to me, our hands brushed together innocently and the file fell to the ground with a soft thud. Our fingers became entwined and we were both shocked to realize just how well they fit together. They continued to stay laced together for a few long minutes our eyes were locked on our hands for every second of that time. Her hands slipped from mine, and the moment they did I longed for the contact again. I looked into her dark eyes, softly pleading with her, until I felt her warm hands cupping the swell of my ass. She gave me a gentle squeeze before sliding her hands up to my hips, followed by a soft lift up, and soon my legs were tightly wrapped around her waist. My hips began to violently thrust in an attempt to get closer to Camille. I was so damn aroused and Camille’s soft touching did nothing but excite me more. My panties were soaked and I was sure that my jeans were too. Cam carried me a few feet over towards my couch and threw me down on it and made quick work of my jeans and my panties.
A single digit began parting my folds and Cam groaned before slipping a digit inside of me. The digit roamed my slick walls and as it did so I heard Camille groan yet again. “So wet,” She groaned, “And all for me,” She added, making me whimper. The digit gently stroked my walls in an attempt to find my weak spots, and the second after she found one, the digit left me, and I was reduced to whimpering and pouting at the loss of touch. Soon though the finger was replaced by her soft tongue, delving into the depths of my slick velvety walls, and I began screaming in absolute pleasure. I was close and Cam knew it just as well as I did, and as such she removed her tongue, leaving me to whimper in frustration. Cam took a great deal of pleasure in eliciting the sound from me, but in the next second she was taking pleasure in something else. Her tongue gently took control of my throbbing clit and I was helpless against her, and soon her lips were surrounding my swollen muscle and I groaned at the pleasure it caused. She continued suckling, enjoying the sounds that spilled from my lips, before she decided to nibble at my sensitive muscle, causing yet another groan to escape from my lips. I could no longer control my body as Camille ran her tongue over my incredibly sensitive clit once again, before delving back into my slit. The strong strokes of her tongue brought me closer to release as she continued to rub my sensitive walls. My muscles began to clench around her tongue, expelling the muscle from my vagina, as my orgasm came over me. “Camille,” I groaned and the sound I received was that of Angela’s laughter.
My face became a deep red color at Angela’s laughter and she just smiled. I had been so lost in the memory that I had forgotten that it was only a memory. “What has that woman done to you Sweetie?” Angela asked in a joking tone, but I seriously began to consider her question as Camille appeared in the doorway and she was wearing a smirk that matched the one Angela was wearing. “I heard my name,” Camille whispered as she approached me. My face became flushed once again, and from the corner of my eye I saw Angela slip out of the door, leaving us alone again.
“What was that all about?” She asked gently, and in response I pulled her down to me and captured her lips. Her tongue quickly darted into my mouth and I groaned in response.
“Don’t worry about it,” I whispered into her ear as our lips parted.
“Come on,” She whispered after a long period of silence, “You’re going home with me,” She added, as she lifted me into a sitting position. I sat on the bed as she removed the hospital gown and began to put me back in my dirt covered clothes. She was gentle and the moment I was fully clothed again she lifted me up off the bed and helped me stand up. She pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before placing her arm around me and leading me out of the room. I usually hated to be treated as if I was fragile, but right now, just having Camille’s arm around me felt good and I was not going to argue with her. As we stepped through the doorway Angela and Booth came into view, and Camille told them that she was taking me home, before we took the elevator down to the exit. The fresh air burned my lungs, just as it had before, but it felt good nonetheless.
The car ride back to her apartment was made in comfortable silence. Camille held my hand in hers the whole time and that simple touch felt indescribable. She pulled into the parking garage at her building and slowly got out of the car and walked over to open my door and helped me up and for some reason I let her. She held my hand as we walked into the building and up into the elevator, and the gesture was innocent, and innocence was something that I rarely felt in a touch. She reached into her pocket for her key and I stood there still tightly grasping her hand while she unlocked the door. I sat down on her couch and she ran into the kitchen and my hand felt cold at the loss of touch, but the moment I felt her hand in mine again a my hand burned from the heat the touch caused. A cold water bottle was slid into my grasp as she once again left me alone on the couch. The sound of running water hit my ears moments later and she came back to me yet again, this time leading me to the bathroom where a tub full of warm bubbly water awaited me. Camille began to slowly tug my clothes off. The buttons of my blood red blouse were being undone by her slender fingers, she slid the material off of my shoulders and placed it on the side of the sink and soon she was unclasping my bra and laying it down on top of my shirt. My jeans and panties were added to the folded up pile of my clothes. I stood there completely naked for a moment just to tease her, before I stepped into the warm bath. I felt the dirt slip away as I washed my hair and body, and as Camille lifted me from the lukewarm water twenty minutes later, I watched the dirt go down the drain. Her hand reached out and cupped my breast, and as she wrapped a towel around me her palm brushed against my sensitive nipple.
“Stop it,” I whispered as she continued to run her fingers along my breast. She shook her head and continued to caress me with her skilled touch. “I mean it, stop,” I squealed, my attempt at being forceful, failing miserably, and she only smirked in response. I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me, before pulling her lips to mine. Her hand fell from its position on my breast and the towel slipped to the floor, and pooled at my feet, as I pulled her closer. “Baby I’m tired,” I said softly, the moment we pulled apart. She led me towards the bedroom and once we were there she began peeling her own clothes off, and I watched, enjoying the sight of her naked body. She reached out and secured her arms around me, keeping me in a tight embrace, as we headed towards the bed. We lay down together, her breasts gently rubbing against my back as she held me, and all I could do was smile at the light touch. “I love you,” I whispered as I snuggled into her embrace, under the warm blankets. A large part of me was terrified that if I fell asleep none of this would be real, and Jack and I would still be in my car buried alive and running out of air. There would be no Camille, and I would be left wondering how things might have been. In the end though, my exhaustion outweighed my fear and my eyes slid shut.
I was asleep or at least I think I was, when I began to thrash in Camille’s arms and she attempted to soothe me. “Temperance, it’s okay, I’m right here Baby, no one is going to hurt you,” She whispered in my ear as I shook with fear. Her attempt to soothe me had failed and I rolled over in her arms to face her so she could see the fear that I knew shown in my eyes. She didn’t try to soothe me again, instead she grabbed my breast and all I could do was smile at the affectionate touch. That was just like her and I should have expected the soft touch. She continued to tease my breast with her hand and I groaned as she pinched my nipple. She continued to tease the aroused flesh for a few more moments, before becoming serious, “The gravedigger will have to pull you from my cold dead arms, before that bastard ever lays a finger on you again.” She continued to hold me tight in her arms and even if it wasn’t rational I felt safe.
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