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With Booth gone for the week Camille had been the obvious choice to lead an interrogation. She was former police after all, served in the force for years. Stepping into the old shoes of a cop was odd but not uncomfortable, Cam thought.
Sitting in the FBI interrogation room Dr Saroyan should feel calm and collected, however, the person beside her prevented that from happening.
“Mr Lawrence, you cannot convince me that the earth is flat. It is a scientific impossibility and you thinking so is quite frankly a-“
Their witness or maybe possible suspect had walked into the FBI building wearing a t-shirt with the slogan “It’s Flat Bro” and Dr Temperance Brennan had not been able to let it go since. The forensic anthropologist had been snappy all day leading up to the interrogation. She’d chewed out that day’s intern, yelled at Angela when she turned on the overhead lights in her office and given Hodgins the evil eye when he dropped a titanium instrument on a steel tray, all before noon.
Going off on a tangent was not helping the questioning of their person of interest and Cam knew it.
Temperance scrunched up her face, eyebrows furrowing, “we have known the earth to be spherical since at least the 5th century BC. How’re you so sure that you’re right?” Mr Lawrence was becoming quite red in the face, trying and failing to get a single word in, a fact that Dr Brennan apparently wasn’t registering. His mouth formed a thin, straight line. He was clamping up, “the inkling that you could be right is so astronomically small that-“
“Dr Brennan,” Camille Saroyan was not allowed to finish that sentence as her colleague hammered on.
Closing her eyes, Cam took a deep breath through her nose.
Her hand landed on Brennan’s thigh before she had the chance to think twice about it.
“Mr Lawrence, if I could guide us back on track. Do you remember when you last saw or spoke to your brother in law?” Temperance’s thigh was warm under her palm. The brunette had not moved a muscle since it landed here, hadn’t spoken either. Camille let some of the tension bleed from her shoulders as Mr Lawrence’s face returned to a somewhat normal colour and let out a huff. He stiffly moved his attention from Dr Brennan and looked at the institute’s coroner.
”As I was trying to say before, we attended the Flat Earth Society convention together a week and a half ago-“
Cam shouldn’t have been surprised when Temperance opened her mouth once more. “I can never wrap my head around the fact that there are whole conventions dedicated to-“
Cam moved her hand up Temperance’s thigh, curling her fingers, digging her nails into the inside of the anthropologist's inner thigh.
It was now Brennan’s turn to turn a bit red as Cam fixed her with a warning glare. Hand hidden under the table she squeezed the jean-clad muscle and was in turn rewarded with intense, blue eyes opening further as Dr Brennan’s mouth closed.
Turning again to the subject at hand, Dr Saroyan refocused her attention on the man opposite them. “And there was nothing out of the ordinary then? No arguments or hostility towards him at the convention?”
Cam’s fingers started discreetly stroking up and down Temperance’s inner thigh. Toying with the seam of her jeans. Camille dared not look at her colleague, staring at the subject in front of them. Feeling Brennan’s thigh flex under her fingertips Cam had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
“Now that I think of it, I did see Kevin arguing with another man as I was coming back from the bathroom. The guy left when I showed up though. I didn’t ask him about it at the time.”
”Why not?”
Camille moved her hand higher up and squeezed the taut muscle there, earning her a short inhale from the forensic anthropologist before she shut her mouth again. Temperance was not living up to her name today and Cam knew her merely observing from now on would be crucial in getting the information they needed from this individual she’d already pissed off.
His nose scrunched in contempt before he took a calming breath and focused once again on Dr Saroyan.
“We were never like that, Kevin and I. We weren’t close. The only thing we really had in common was the society…”
Camille toyed with the crease where thigh met sex, willing Temperance to show restraint. Sneaking a peak at her colleague, Cam noticed how she was hardly breathing. Dr Brennan was fighting to keep her composure and as long as she was focusing all her attention on not to give anything away Camille knew that the rest of the questioning would go smoothly.
“Would you be willing to sit down with our sketch artist? Describe the man you saw?”
”Sure thing. Anything you need.”
Camille removed her hand from Temperance’s thigh and stood, noting the shaky breath that escaped her partner. Cam could not help the small smirk that slipped onto her face as she looked down at Temperance still in her chair. Temperance met her gaze, a glare evident on her features that only broadened Dr Saroyan’s smile.
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Cam heard the door slam. From her desk she didn’t need to turn her head to know who it was.
”What was that, Cam?” Temperance questioned, stopping a few meters from her boss. “Why would you not let me speak during the interrogation? I’m excellent at conducting interrogations and questioning subjects! If you’d let me get a word in I could’ve helped!”
Cam finished typing out the sentence and looked up at her lover from her office chair. Without saying a word, Camille stood and walked past the brunette, calmly locking the door and closing the blinds.
Temperance was now showing signs of confusion, as well as anger and arousal. Camille looked at her calmly, trying and failing to bite back a self gratifying smile.
“You, my darling, were agitating the witness,” she took a few steps towards the forensic anthropologist, coming to stand in front of her, “I couldn’t have the man clam up just because you can’t let go of the fact that he’s a conspiracy theorist.” Cam placed her hands on Temperance’s hips, digging her fingers into the soft flesh there, like she’d done to the brunette’s thigh just fifteen minutes ago.
Cam could see Tempe’s brain short circuit just for a millisecond before she regained her composure.
“So you decide to touch me in the middle of questioning the guy? How’s that fair?”
“It’s not,” Cam used her leverage to guide Temperance backward until her ass hit the side of Cam’s desk. Boxing her in, Camille leaned in, breathing in Brennan’s scent, earning a little shiver from the woman in her arms, “but it’s the only way to effectively shut you up. You’ve been agitated today, and I couldn’t have that,” Camille bit down on Temperance earlobe as her hands worked their way under her shirt. Dr Brennan reached behind her, gripping the table as Camille traced the underside of her bra, “and it’s a proven fact that if I touch you, your pretty brain just shuts off.”
”That’s not true!” Tempe’s protest came out a bit weaker than intended but as Camille pulled back she saw a determined look on the brunette's face.
“No?” Camille let the amusement on her face shine. She always did enjoy being challenged, to prove her expertise. And something she enjoyed even more was proving someone wrong, especially someone of Temperance’s intellect. Temperance was a genius, granted, but Camille had her skill on her side. Skill that could dumb down her lover into a empty headed mess.
Temperance fixed her features and maintained unwavering eye contact with Cam. “No.”
It was all Camille needed. Without a second thought the ravenhaired woman surged forward, claiming Brennan’s mouth in a searing kiss. She gave the anthropologist no time time to adjust to the intrusion as she swiftly unhooked her partner’s bra and cupped a breast in her hand.
“You, know exactly what I can do to you,” her other hand found Temperance’s jaw, forcing blue eyes to meet brown, “just look at you, already having a hard time focusing your eyes.”
“I-“ and that was all she could get out before Cam took a hold of her sentive nipple and twisted. Temperance could not not help the yelp that escaped her lips but Camille punished her for it anyway, slapping her sentive breast.
“You have to be quiet for me, Tempe.”
Temperance let go of her bottom lip and executed her best frown. “You- you’re being unfair, Camille,” she took a deep breath, “and you know it.”
”Of course I do, darling. That’s why I’m having so much fun,” Temperance had to admit that the smile Camille flashed her was adorable. Damn that smile and damn her partner's ability of being adorable when she was being exceptionally cruel.
The black haired woman patted the other woman’s cheek with some force, dimples becoming more pronounced as her smile widened. “You can’t be gone already, darling. We’ve barely stared.”
Brennan blinked several times, trying to refocus her eyes.
“I am not!”
Camille’s nimble fingers forced open the brunettes pants as Temperance tried to control her breathing. Tugging them down to her knees, then righting her posture. Camille wasted no time in caressing the outside of Temperance’s boxers.
Temperance’s efforts to take even breaths were immediately abandoned.
“Oh, I know you’ve been worked up since the interrogation,” Tempe whimpered as Camille's other hand snaked its way up to the nape of her neck, “you’re so talkative all the time, aren’t you? So many thoughts running around that pretty head of yours. You feel so much all the time. Can be crowded, can be a lot, huh? Unless I’m touching you that is.” She punctuated the end of the sentence with a light tug on the soft hair at the nape of Temperance’s neck, causing her mouth to open in a small gasp.
“Do you need me to quiet down that genius mind of yours? Slow it down. Get your body to only focus on one thing for a bit,”
”Cam- Camille, please.”
“Oh I’ll touch you properly. I want an apology first.”
Temperance’s brows furrowed, like she was about to ask what for but the question never came as Camille slapped her wet cunt through her undergarment.
”Think about it, Tempe. I’m sure you can figure it out.”
Camille knew it was unfair, what she was doing. She’d moved her hand into Temperance’s undergarment, caressing and circling the coarse hair she found there. But God, she couldn’t help it. She’d managed to slow Temperance’s brain down to a snail pace with just a few calculated words and touches. Camille had never experienced an addiction but she was sure this feeling of euphoria was it.
“I’m sorry, sorry for,” Camille let her hand sink lower, letting her finger tips barely grace Brennan’s clit, “mouthing off in the interrogation room.”
Temperance let out a groan as Camille’s hand dipped into her waiting heat. The coroner wasted no time as she coated her fingers and brought them up to her lovers aching clit. She repeated the motion several times over, loving how Tempe’s hips would jump ever so slightly every time Cam gave her clit an extra hard circling.
“Hey,” Camille took a hold of Brennan’s jaw and adjusted the angle of her jaw, “open your eyes for me Tempe. I want to see your pretty eyes.”
Camille let her teeth show as she smiled at the unfocused gaze that met hers. “Look at you, reduced to mush already, huh? Dr Temperance Brennan, strong willed, rational, fiercely independent. What would people think if they knew you’re actually just a submissive little slu-“
“I am no-“ The bratty response died on the spot as Camille inserted two fingers into Temperance’s dripping heat, not letting her adjust much before moving in a steady pace.
“What was that?”
“I-“
“Sounded to me like you were about to lie straight to my face.”
Curling her fingers, Camille watched as Brennan’s eyelids fluttered and knees shook. Adjusting her grip to the brunettes throat she leaned in and claimed Temperance’s mouth, forcing her lips open and licking into her colleagues mouth. Squeezing the other woman’s throat lightly she was met with a fresh wetness coating her fingers and swallowed the moan that followed it.
Temperance could feel her lovers hand speed up and broke the kiss, no longer able to keep up with Camille’s hungry pace. Through her teary vision she let her chin fall.
Just as she registered seeing her stomach tense and legs shake Camille’s open palm collided with her left cheek. It startled her more than it hurt and she looked up again. Whining, she registered Cam’s dark eyes, pupils blown wide.
“I did not say you could look down,” her boss did not slow her pace one bit as she chastised the other woman, “and look who’s crying,” fake sympathy dripped from her words, “does it feel good, my love? Are you feeling overwhelmed?”
Temperance nodded feverishly, or at least tried to, with Camille holding her jaw in place.
“Would you like to cum? Make a mess of yourself right here in my office?” The nodding continued and Cam chuckled and added a third digit, speeding up her pace and curling her fingers.
Temperance’s blue eyes expanded, become huge, tears spilling from her eyes as Camille hit the spongy part inside her.
“Ple-“ Tempe blinked several times and swallowed, “please, pl-please-“ her whole body was practically vibrating with its effort to stay upright, to not cum without permission, to not scream out in pleasure.
“My little genius,” Camille cooed, showing no mercy whatsoever, “go on and ask me properly. I know you can do it.”
“You fu-cking sadist-“
Camille slowed her fingers and a panicked sob escaped Brennan’s lips.
“Cam- Cam, please, plea-se, please let me cum-“
Dr Saroyan grinned, added her thumb to circle Tempe’s clit and slaked her arm around Dr Brennan’s middle.
“You may cum now, sweetheart.” She said and leaned in to kiss her lover, muffling the sounds Brennan could not.
Temperance was thankful for the arm around her and the desk behind her as her legs buckled. She closed her eyes extra hard as she felt a warm spray leave her cunt, knowing she’s made a mess of herself, Camille’s hand and her clothes still bunched around her ankles.
Temperance panted as Camille fucked her through it, leaning in to whisper in the brunettes ear. “There you are, sweet girl. Breathe for me.”
Temperature let go of her iron grip on Camille’s desk and threaded them behind Cam’s neck, collapsing forward and subsequently pulling her partner into a tight embrace.
Cam hummed in sympathy, hearing Brennan whimper as she pulled her fingers out of Tempe’s still dripping cunt. Taking both her hands she placed them across the brunette's back and squeezed tightly, knowing that closeness and deep pressure was what her partner needed right.
“My darling. My sweet girl,” Tempe let in a shuddering breath and relaxed further into Camille’s embrace, “I am honoured that I get to see you fall apart, and even more honoured that I get to put you back together after.”
Temperance tightened her grip on Camille’s neck, needing to be as close as possible to her partner. Cam did the same, taking deep breaths in and out through her nose, knowing that Tempe would copy her.
As Brennan’s breathing slowed, coming back to normal, she placed her lips on Camille’s neck, kissing her there first, then moving down and placing another kiss and another. Lastly she placed her lips on the other woman’s exposed shoulder and exhaled.
When she was ready, Temperance slowly loosened her grip and looked upon her lover’s face.
Camille smiled. Long gone was the sadistic smile she’s worn earier. No, this smile was gentle and full of admiration and it made Tempe all warm inside.
”Are you alright, my love?”
Temperance nodded, slowly blinking at her partner, feeling her eyelids grow heavier.
”Would you like to rest for a bit? And then we’ll talk?”
Temperance nodded once more. Camille did not expect verbal answers from Tempe after such an intense session. It did not scare her, they could communicate in other ways for the time being. Lifting her hands, Cam wiped the brunette’s tearstreaked cheeks with her thumbs, then smiling as the other woman took hold of her wrists and kissed the palms of her hands.
”You can take a nap on my couch, as long as you need, alright? I’ll be here the whole time.”
Temperance’s sleepy gaze met hers as she snuggled into Camille’s open hand, looking very much like a cat.
Cam led her lover to the couch, watching as she got comfortable while picking up the blanket she kept on one of its armrests. She spread it over the sleepy woman, then crouched down to her eye level.
Camille gently kissed her girl on the temple and watched as Brennan nodded off.
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”Dr Saroyan, I cannot find Dr Brenn-”
Hodgins burst through her door, sample in hand, stopping in his tracks as Cam harshly shushed him, a finger to her lips.
”What? What’s going on?” He at least had the decency to whisper.
Scanning the room he landed on the person he’d been searching for, head barely peeking out of the top of the thick blanket she’d made into a cocoon.
Hodgins turned back around and fixed his boss with a look of pure amazement.
”You got her down for a nap?? How’d you manage that?”
He must’ve caught something behind the glare Camille shot him because his expression quickly changed from shock to pure delight. As his eyes twinkled Cam sighed in defeat.
“Hodgins, get out of my office.”
“Dr Saroyaaan~” He said in his sauciest voice.
“Out!” Camille whisper screamed.
This of course did not deter the shit eating grin he sported but it did get him to leave, practically sprinting in the direction of his wife’s office