Disclaimer: I don't own them, I didn't create them, and I certainly don't profit from them. However, I do so enjoy pulling them out and playing with them from time to time.

Author's Note: Perhaps this is just hopping onto the bandwagon of a few folks who have treated us with stellar stories of first kisses and "other" firsts between our favorite couple. This story is full of firsts too, but it's all about "Location, Location, Location". So with that said, I shall commence the first of what I hope will be many installments of this decidedly devoid of case-plot fluff filled story. Each chapter will be a stand alone. This first chapter is dedicated to Ashley in hopes that she truly will get to meet David Cook someday.


Desk

Mistletoe was for wimps and if there was one thing that FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth was not it was a wimp; a bit cautious maybe – something he had found to be rather valuable as a former sniper – but certainly not a wimp. Still as he walked towards his partner's office to see if she had any new bone stuff to report on the case they were currently working on he couldn't help but glance up to where the offending bough had been placed just before Christmas and inwardly shuddered. It wasn't as if he hadn't thought about kissing Bones about eight hundred thousand times, it was that the whole idea had been sprung on him when he wasn't expecting it right in front of Caroline Julian. What the hell good was a kiss when you couldn't really even let loose and enjoy it? Not that he hadn't enjoyed the soft feel of Bones' lips pressed against his, or the way her fingers had gripped his lapels and pulled him closer giving him a clue of just how feisty she was, or even the way he'd ended up with her gum in his mouth – it was just that he felt compelled to pretend he didn't enjoy it because she had compared it to kissing her brother. That in and of itself sort of sucked the enjoyment right out of it and he'd been thinking about how in the world he could rectify the situation ever since.

"Hey, Bones," He flashed her one of his trademark grins as he strolled into her office, puffing his chest out just a little bit in an unconscious effort to bring attention to his flashy tie.

"I'm still waiting on the results," Brennan had her brow furrowed and didn't even bother to glance up as she typed away at her computer. Her publisher had been after her for a few more chapters of her latest book in progress and since there was a bit of a lull in the case she and Booth had been working on, she thought she'd spend a little time with Kathy and Andy. Problem was, she was facing every writer's worst fear – writer's block and all she'd done for the last hour is type and retype the same paragraph.

"Are you working on your new book?" Despite his best efforts over the course of her three published novels, he'd never successfully gotten a preview of any of them.

Brennan snapped her laptop shut and momentarily gave him a look that could freeze vodka just in case he had any ideas about snooping, "My publisher wants another chapter by Monday; I don't do creativity under pressure very well." Of course that hadn't stopped her from churning out one best seller after another and garnering hoards of fans that had sometimes turned out to be a little too fanatical.

Booth lips slid into a mischievous smirk and puffed his chest out again, "Well if you need any pointers on Andy's performance, I could give it a read through to make sure it's believable." Where he got his bravado he wasn't sure since in his experience Bones had the ability to make him want to quiver in a corner when the subject of sex came up. Maybe because he couldn't afford having thoughts of Bones and sex in the same sentence.

Brennan rolled her eyes, pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest as she regarded her partner, "I'm fairly certain that since I've managed to become a New York Times best selling author three times over that I don't need your 'input', Booth," She knew that he just wanted to sneak a peak, so she was calling his bluff.

"C'mon, Bones, he's FBI and so am I – you're going to tell me that I can't give even a teensy weensy bit of insight into a character who is so obviously patterned after me?" He could see it, the squints could see it, hell even her publisher could see it – why then didn't the genius forensic anthropologist herself see it? He stood in front of her desk looking down at her with an expression that clearly implied that he thought she was blowing smoke out of her ears.

"How many times to I have to tell you that you are real person and Andy Lister is fiction?" She stood up and rounded her desk to help make her point and to keep him from peaking at her laptop ending up nearly toe to toe with Booth. She wasn't going to back down though; Andy Lister was in fact a fictional character no matter how much of him did resemble Booth – if she were to step back and approached it rationally that is.

"Fiction as in fiction, or fiction as in kissing me is like kissing your brother?" Booth regretted the words the instant they came out of his mouth no matter how true he thought they were.

Brennan's jaw dropped just a hair and then it seemed that a fire caught in her eyes, "That was mistletoe. Caroline made me. You were there." She had three Ph.D.s dammit, why in the hell couldn't she string more than three words together in a sentence in response?

Booth let out a scoff, "Yes, I was there, and if I recall correctly, I ended up with your gum in my mouth – definitely not a brotherly kiss there, Bones." He knew for a fact that she would never kiss Russ the way she'd kissed him – mistletoe or not.

Brennan felt her face flush, "Well…Caroline…she…well she made me do it. That was the only way I could get the trailer." She looked into his eyes in challenge, her heart beating a little faster as she found herself leaning back against her desk as Booth seemed to get a little closer, "You didn't seem to complain at the time." He had in fact seemed incredibly flustered about the whole experience and that was part of the reason why she'd said kissing him was like kissing Russ. She wanted to give him an out – especially because Caroline had been standing right there.

"I said I could talk to her – you insisted on kissing me instead," Booth was feeling pretty cocky because right now he was sure that Bones had let Caroline bribe her on purpose just so she could lock lips with him under false pretenses; steamboats my ass.

"I insisted on kissing you?" Brennan looked slightly horrified at the presumption even if it might actually be true – she was simply trying to keep things status quo. She thought that this was what Booth wanted too, but at the moment she was starting to have doubts. And why the hell couldn't she keep from looking at his lips?

"Yes, you did?" He wasn't going to let her deny it. She could spout squinty-speak that might make his head spin, but he knew the truth – that was something you couldn't hide in a gum swapping kiss no matter how many times you said it was like kissing your brother.

"You're the one who ended up with the gum. Logically I'd have to say that you wanted to kiss me," Brennan felt her heart beating wildly and she noticed a slightly predatory look in Booth's eyes as he inched even closer.

Booth leaned in, resting his hands on the desk on either side of her, his mouth was mere inches from hers, "And if I did, would that be a problem?" He had her slightly off balance and that was perfectly fine because she'd had him off balance for quite some time now.

Brennan shook her head as she considered just how wonderful his lips seemed, "No problem at all." She wasn't really sure how her hand reached out and gripped his tie closing the last little bit of distance as their lips came crashing together and she really didn't care either.

Booth's inner cheer squad was jumping up and down, doing tumbling runs and chanting out what a great kisser he was as he leaned in even more to deepen the kiss, effectively pinning Bones against the desk. He had half a mind to just clear the whole damn thing off in a blind sweep of his arm and have his way with her right there when a shrill piercing squeal cut through the most glorious moment of his entire partnership with Bones.

As the pair unwillingly came up for air, a wide-eyed, gape-jawed Angela Montenegro stood in the doorway to Brennan's office with a look on her face that rivaled that of someone who had just won the lottery. Brennan took all of this in realizing that if Angela knew there was no reason to hide it and then looked back at Booth, grabbing his tie a second time as she pulled him forward for another kiss and mumbled against his lips, "Definitely not like kissing my brother."


Next…A couch? An SUV? Or maybe some sand on the seashore? Tune in and find out.