He tries to play peacemaker

"Ah, gee, Wilma, what are you doing here?" Barney said in genuine shock. He was lucky that Betty had spent the day cleaning. Their cave was presentable for having an unexpected guess. Luckily, their little self-propelled mini-Mammoth vacuum was already scooting around the dinner table, slurping up any crumbs that he may have spilled.

Wilma's somewhat loopy grin faltered for a moment, "I just couldn't be in that house with such an unreasonable, lousy, jerk of an asshole like Fred. I wanted to come over and make sure that you were doing okay!" She stepped closer and stroked Barney gently on his arm. He recoiled just a bit. Did Wilma and Fred have an argument over him? He was angry at Fred, but well, sometime they got angry at each other. He didn't want Wilma and Fred to have troubles on his behalf. And why exactly was Wilma stroking his arm like that?

Betty seemed to have noticed Wilma's uncharacteristic show of affection just as much as Barney had, because Betty came over and slung her arm around Barney's shoulders, and practically draped herself off his side. She was being possessive of him. Ah, geez, there was no need for that. He wasn't going to cheat on his wife, even if Wilma was a very pretty cavewoman.

"One second, ladies, uh just one second," he said, throwing up one finger on his hand, and uncurling from Betty's hug. He picked up his spear, and started walking to the closet. It was bad manners to leave a weapon like this out in the open when you had guests over. There was going to be lot of feminine energy in the Rubble household for the next couple of days. "I hope that everyone gets along here for the next few days. That would great. Ah, I wish." Barney said, still trying to put the spear into the spear-rack. He didn't notice it, but the obsidian spear head let out a few green sparks.

"Listen, Wilma, I appreciate you being, uh, objective about this, I really do..." he said, turning back to them, "But, you know, my argument with Fred is between me and Fred. You really don't need to hound him for my sake." He had a slow twisting sensation of guilt in his stomach. He was used to Wilma and Betty staying above it, and treating their squabbles like the childish temper tantrums that they usually were. Now, all of the sudden, it seemed like Wilma and Betty were taking this more seriously and they were both on his side. Wilma, Betty and Barney vs Fred? Barney was starting to feel bad for the guy.

"Well, you're a very sweet, very decent caveman, Barney Rubble. One of the best cavemen I've ever met. If its all the same to you, I'd still rather not share a house with that thick-skulled husband of mine, at least for one night. I think maybe it'd be best if I stayed here with you."

"Oh, gee, Wilma, I don't want to send you packing if you don't feel comfortable, but uh, me and Betty, we only got the one bed, which is what gots the pillows. Uh, maybe you and Betty could share the bed, and I sleep out here, I guess?" He motioned to their stone-chiseled couch.

"Oh, Barney, please, don't sleep on something so hard on my account, I don't want to trouble you," Wilma gushed.

"Let's all be reasonable, and all take the bed. We don't keep a fire going overnight, so it'll be nice and warm, and the wind is getting awfully loud now," Betty interjected, "No reason why we can't all share and get along."

Barney sucked in air. Share a bed with both Wilma and Betty? He was completely devoted to his wife, but he wasn't blind. Wilma was smoking hot. "Uh, geez, if that works, I guess, there's no reason not to." Both women began undressing as Barney picked up the pelican, filled its beak with water and put out the campfire.

"Hey, its a living," the pelican said to no one as Barney put it back in its stand. He undressed and got into bed; they were still a few hundred years from inventing pajamas. It took a few moments for the three of them to bad around the bed and find a comfortable position. He wouldn't have guessed it, but the position the girls insisted was having him in the center with all the pillows beneath and behind him, and the two girls then saddled up and snuggled into him on either side. Betty on his right hand, laying her head on his shoulder, and Wilma the same on his left. Both of these paleolithic petites threw legs over his. They were were practically laying on top of him, and both women's bushes ground against Barney's wrist. He wasn't going to complain, and he tried not to think about it very hard as both Wilma and Betty slowly rocked against his body. He drifted off to sleep, the two cavewomen following shortly there after with big content grins on their faces.