Home (Three Little Words Part 4)
Title: Three Little Words
Chapter 4: Home
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Cam/Brennan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: After this chapter you should know that if I owned Bones it'd have to be on HBO or Showtime or some other paid channel because there is no way FOX would allow this much sex!
A/N Reader Discretion is Advised
Summary: Picks up right at the end of chapter 3! Brennan and Cam go home, get a shower, and have some pizza
We sat there for a while, in silence, before she asked if I wanted to go home, and I nodded against her shoulder. “Or,” She began, “I could just take you on the couch, again,” She whispered, and I looked up at her instantly becoming a deep red. My lips slowly curved into a wicked grin, as she licked her lips. Memories of that evening, a few short weeks ago, flooded my consciousness, as Camille slowly began to press me into the cushion. My eyes slid shut as she began to unbutton my shirt, the same way she had the last time we were in this position. I could vaguely recall the light touches of her fingers as they brushed against my skin while unbuttoning my shirt. My skin was set ablaze by her hot touch.
“Not here Camille,” I whispered as her fingers were hovering about the clasp of my bra. “Home,” I whispered, and she slowly began to get to her feet, allowing me to sit myself up. I managed to stand up slowly and as I did my arm wrapped around her waist, and I startled her by lifting her up off the ground and throwing her over my shoulder. I began carrying her to the car quickly, leaving little time for her to protest my decision. Moments later I was placing her in the passenger’s seat of the car and speeding out of the parking lot, at a speed that I was sure could not be legal. We stayed silent throughout the entire drive, and before I knew it, I was pulling into my space in my apartment building’s car garage. Once again I lifted Camille up and threw her over my shoulder and carried her upstairs to my second floor apartment. I slid my key into the lock quickly and soon the door was sliding open and just as soon I was slamming it shut and relocking it. My legs quickly carried us to the bedroom and I threw Camille down on the bed, before attacking her neck with my lips. Every inch of exposed skin became victim to my blunt teeth and my swollen lips. Her breasts were taunting me beneath the tight fabric of her tank top. The two were dying to be exposed and I peeled her top off in one quick fluid motion before attacking her hardened nipples.
“Tempe,” She squealed, obviously pleased by my tongue’s ministrations. I continued to swirl my tongue along the surface of her hardened nipple, continuing to tease it, before taking it between my lips and suckling and nibbling at it roughly, eliciting a loud moan from Camille. Her soft voice interrupted my gentle ministrations, “Tempe, please,” She was begging, and the thought of Camille begging brought a smile to my face. My hands slid down to her hips as I parted her thighs with my knee, and I could feel her arousal seeping through her tight jeans.
“You’re all ready for me,” I whispered as I popped open the button and slid down the zipper, before tugging the garment off and tossing it to the floor. Her wet swollen lips were too hard for me to resist and I slipped my tongue between them. “So wet,” I groaned as my tongue began to draw patterns along her slick walls. The pleasured sounds I received in response only encouraged me to slip my tongue out of her slick walls and swirl it around her swollen clit. I took her clit between my lips and suckled at the sensitive bundle of nerves, as she groaned and writhed around on the bed. Her hands had become buried in my hair and now she was gripping my head tightly in a vain attempt to bring me closer to her needy clit. I used my blunt teeth to bit down on the bundle of extremely sensitive nerves and she screamed in pleasure. The sweet sounds she released nearly made me cum. I quickened my strokes around her clit, before delving into her tight pussy again. My tongue stroked her deeper and faster than before as my thumb roughly stroked at her very needy clit. I could feel my own clit throbbing with each stoke of my tongue. My arousal made me weak and I moved my free hand down to relieve myself. The button and zipper of my jeans were quickly undone as I moved my fingers under the hem of my panties to my wet entrance. I quickly began stroking my clit with my thumb and pumping my slick entrance with two digits and I groaned at the new sensation.
“Temperance,” I heard Camille growl, and I knew I’d been caught. Her hands released the tight grip they had on my head and she placed them on my shoulders instead, and pulled me up to her. When our breasts rubbed together gently she took her hand and grabbed my now frozen hand, that was dripping with my arousal and she placed the two digits into her hot mouth and she groaned as she tasted me.
“Oh fuck,” I cried as she grabbed my lips to her own, tasting herself on my lips. My hips began to buck uncontrollably and she met me with wild thrusts of her own, encouraging our clits to rub, and the friction created the most amazing sensations. I was so damn close and I knew that Cam was just as close if not closer to orgasm. I continued to thrust my hips to meet hers and the friction between us continued to increase until both of us were screaming. I collapsed against her, and she held me tightly against her chest, and she gave me a tight squeeze leading me to smile. I felt her lips gently press against my forehead, as our bodies finally were under our control again.
“I love you Temperance,” Camille whispered and I smiled once again at her sweet words. My stomach decided to release a loud sound as we were basking in post orgasmic bliss in silence, and I blushed. Camille slowly began to move underneath of me and I groaned in protest as she climbed out of bed. “I am going to get you something to eat,” She whispered, but I reached out to her and pulled her back into my arms where she belonged.
“Don’t leave,” I whispered sadly. The two simple words were laced with fear and I knew Camille heard the emotion in my voice.
“I won’t,” She whispered back. “I’m going into the kitchen to find something,” She added softly before jumping out of my arms and walking towards the door, leaving me with a very nice view of her ass. I grinned to myself as she slowly made her way into the kitchen. A few short moments later the sound of my blender startled me.
“Oh god Camille what the hell are you doing?” I mumbled to myself as the blender continued to sound. The sound finally stopped and soon Camille was returning to the room with a very large glass filled with a thick orange colored substance, and a liquid trail running between her breasts. My eyes followed the trail until it stopped just above her navel. She placed the glass in my hands, but I was watching the liquid that was continuing to drip down her body. The moment I noticed the glass in my hands I placed it on the bedside table and placed my hands on Camille’s warm breasts. I slowly began to run my tongue along the sweet mango flavored path until it was gone and I was licking my lips savoring the sweet taste. “Taste so good,” I growled and she offered me a warm smile in response before placing the glass back into my hands for a second time. I watched as she situated herself right next to me on the bed and I wrapped an arm around her as I swallowed the delicious mango flavored smoothie that Camille had made for me. I soon placed the half full glass back on the table as I grabbed Camille and held her closer to me.
“I need you,” My voice was so incredibly low and as I spoke the words I barely recognized the voice as my own, and I was quickly aware of her reaction to the sound. “I am so wet for you,” I added and she shivered at the sound of my voice, before I noticed the smirk she wore. “Are you going to punish me?” I asked, allowing the words to burn her ear.
“I want you to give me a show Baby,” She groaned huskily, “You should only touch yourself for me,” She added after a second. If Cam wanted a show I would not be able to deny her of that, and as such I slowly began undoing my shirt buttons. I threw the garment to the floor when all the buttons were undone and I made quick work of my bra, and it followed my shirt to the floor. Camille’s attention was on my recently revealed breasts, particularly my hardened nipples. I slowly managed to lay myself down on the bed as Camille stood watching as I took one of my very aroused nipples between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it around for a few moments before placing the bud between my lips and suckling. I released a deep throaty groan as I bit down hard on the puckered flesh, and Camille released her own groan as she watched.
“Oh God Camille,” I screamed as I continued to pleasure myself. The dampness between my legs was driving me insane, and I began moving my hand down towards my crotch in response. “I’m so wet for you Baby,” I groaned as I slid a lone digit into my wet folds. “Feels good Baby, so good,” I cried as I began pumping myself with the one finger. I allowed my thumb to roughly stroke my clit as I added another digit and the two began to curl inside my slick walls. I was so close to the edge, but I wasn’t quite there yet and I knew what could help get me there and so I started sit up, but as I hit my g-spot I collapsed back onto the bed. “Oh fuck,” I screamed “Right there Baby,” I shouted as I continued to stroke my spot. “Don’t stop,” I cried as I made a great effort to sit myself up again, and reach into the drawer of the bedside table. Camille was just standing there, watching my every move like I was her prey and her eyes were glazed over with pure lust as she stoked herself. My hand quickly grabbed the vibrant pink colored dildo and seconds after my hand grabbed it, I had slid it into my slick pussy. I squirmed at the sensation of the large object that was now stroking my slick walls. “Feels so good,” I whimpered as it rubbed against my sweet spot. My hand picked up the already quick pace while my thumb continued to stoke my very swollen clit. I was so fucking close to the edge, and my muscles were starting to spasm as I gave myself one final stoke. My eyes squeezed as I spilled everywhere, my orgasm coating the sheets. I panted for breath and slowly began to open my eyes as I came down from my high only to notice that Camille’s hand had stopped its motions and she was staring at me. I gave her a smile before slowly lifting myself up, and I held my hand out for her and she quickly took it.
“Did you like the show?” I whispered in her ear and she just nodded and I smiled. “I love you,” I whispered before pushing her down underneath of me onto the sticky sheets. My hand was busy sliding between her thighs and the extreme arousal that awaited my hand brought a huge grin to my lips. “It looks like I should take care of you, Sweetie,” I whispered as I slid two slender fingers into her heat, and she only gasped in response. The dildo I had used earlier to please myself had fallen on the bed next to me and as I reached out for the sticky object I felt Camille squirm under my touch. She was so close to release now and I knew I couldn’t tease her, so I dropped the object and began to lean down close to her very welcoming entrance. My tongue picked up where it left off earlier and I felt her muscles tighten around me more with every soft stroke.
“Temperance please,” I heard her groan, and I complied. I allowed my tongue to dart out of her warmth and begin quickly stroking her needy clit. Her body was beginning to spasm as I began to suckle at the needy muscle, and moments later she was riding the pleasurable waves of her orgasm. I smiled as she began to still and I wrapped my arms around her as I collapsed next to her. Slowly her head cuddled into my chest, and my fingers began playing in her dark hair.
“I think we need to shower,” I whispered into her ear and I felt her nod before turning to look me in the eye and smirk. “No not like that,” I added with a smile, before attempting to lift her up, but she ended up straddling me instead. Her lips were curved into a grin at our position, but as I made the attempt to lift myself up I ended up on top of her. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers before getting up. “Come on,” I whispered tugging her hand and leading her towards the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later we were both out of the shower and getting dressed. Watching Cam search through my drawers for clothing was entertaining. When she was finally was standing in front of me in a pair of my boy shorts and a tank top, it was hard not to throw her back into bed. She gave me a look as I stood there in a pair of long pants and a tank top. Her arms slowly wrapped themselves around my waist and I smiled at her pleasantly.
“Are you hungry?” Camille asked and I only nodded in response. Camille leaned in quickly placing a soft kiss on my lips before pulling away from me. “Do you want to get a pizza or something Sweetie,” She asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed. I nodded before sitting down next to her and laying my head on her inviting shoulder. Her fingers began curling strands of my damp hair as we silently enjoyed one another’s company. She said something else to me after a few silent minutes, but I wasn’t paying any attention. “Temperance,” She whispered in response to my continued silence. “Veggies on the pizza or meat,” She whispered softly in my ear. The feeling of her hot breath in my ear made me perk up a little bit and smile.
“One of each,” I finally responded and she stood up slowly. “You order the pizza and I’ll change the sheets,” I whispered and she left the room while I took the sheets off the bed and threw them on the floor in a heap, before grabbing the clean ones from the closet. After a few minutes I had replaced the sheets with a clean set and I was headed down the hallway to start the washer. It took another few minutes for the washer to fill and I threw the bed clothes in, before walking away to meet Camille on the couch.
I situated myself next to her and we both sat there silently awaiting our dinner. Camille had placed two cold beers in amber colored bottles on coasters, on the table in front of us and once in a while one of us would reach out to grab their bottle. The minutes of silence did not drag by as if uncomfortable, but they flew by and soon there was a knock on the door signaling to us that our pizzas had arrived. Camille had place thirty dollars on the table along with the beers earlier and I reached out to pick it up as the door was tapped yet again. I stood and walked slowly towards the door and Camille followed me for some unknown reason, and as I turned the knob, I felt her arms wrap around my waist. The man on the other side of the door looked shocked as he gazed at us from the hallway, and I guessed that he had not been prepared to see two women answer the door.
“Um,” He stumbled, “Your total is 25.69,” He said regaining some composure. I handed him the money and he handed me the two boxes, and as I thought he was going to leave he began to speak. “Are you two,” He began and my eyes widened in surprise and Camille’s grip on me tightened, but only one arm was now around my waist, the other was reaching up towards by chest, and I soon felt her hand cupping my left breast protectively.
“We are,” She growled before slamming the door and leaving me completely startled. I turned to look at her questioningly, but she didn’t respond to my glance and instead grabbed the pizza from my hands and placed it on the table. “I’m going to get another beer, you want one?” She asked and I nodded as she turned and headed for the kitchen. The moment she returned I gave her yet another questioning glance, but this time she actually responded. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” She whispered and I smiled at her. I could take care of myself and that was something she already knew, and because of that she had thought that I would get angry with her if she said what was on her mind, but I actually did find her trying to protect me to be rather sexy.
The evening continued as we sat on the couch and nibbled at our pizza and took a sip of beer. Nothing needed to be said between us, we were comfortable sitting in silence and as we finished eating, we cleaned up our leftovers in silence. Everything was put away with care and then we turned off the lights and headed towards the warmth of the bedroom.
“I love you,” Camille whispered as we began to cuddle up together, and my lips moved to repeat her words, but she swallowed them with a kiss. “I know you love me too,” She whispered before placing her head on my chest and pulling the comforter up to cover us fully.