A/N: My first fan fiction. Thanks to encouragement from nattylovesjordy and the "Relationship in the Medley" challenge she set for herself. These are a couple of songs on MY iPod (gee, can you tell I like country?) and whenever I hear them I can't help but think they were written for fan fiction! Thanks, too, to NatesMama for her quick betareading and encouragement. I do not own Bones or Booth or either of the songs cited. I'm guessing life would be vastly different if I did.

Chapter I – You shouldn't kiss me like this

Everybody swears we make the perfect pair,
But dancing is as far as it goes,
Girl, you've never moved me,
Quite the way you move me tonight,
I just wanted you to know.
They're all watching us now,
They think we're falling in love,
They'd never believe we're just friends.

Toby Keith

She has caught him off guard again. One would think he'd have learned by now, she's been doing that all evening. If he was honest, he'd admit that she's been catching him off guard since they met, but with her in his arms he's lucky that he can even focus on this evening let alone anything before.

He won't admit it if asked, but he enjoys the annual FBI gala. He doesn't mind getting dressed up, but this event is one of the events during the year where he enjoys wearing his tux, but more than that, it is always a delight to bring Dr. Temperance Brennan. She never fails to amaze him with the transformation from the forensic anthropologist with her hair pulled back in a pony tail to the strikingly beautiful woman he is walking in with on his arm.

He'd met her at the Jeffersonian earlier this evening and when he first caught a glimpse of her he felt his breath catch in his throat. The blue of her silk gown accents her eyes and her ivory skin and he can't help but notice that the dress hugs her body in ways that should be declared illegal. Her hair is pulled back, not in her usual pony tail, but in some upsweep that just screams to be taken down pin by pin while he's kissing the nape of her neck.

Of course, they are noticed when they arrive. He sees heads turn and partners whispering to each other. He knows how lucky he is to be her escort for the evening and that several of his fellow agents think that the "just partners" line is just that, a line.

They sit with the others from the Jeffersonian, chatting, laughing, and joking through the meal. He loves sitting back and observing these people. Who would have ever thought that he would find himself so comfortable and at ease with them? Yet, when he looks around the table, he finds that they are some of the people he holds most dear and trusts almost unconditionally.

Even before the music starts, he wants to hold her in his arms. As they move toward the dance floor, his hand on the small of her back, he spots Caroline across the room with her ex-husband. It always surprises him that those two are such fierce opponents in court and so friendly in social situations. He leans his head down to whisper a comment to Bones just as she turns to say something to him. Their lips brush and they both pull back for a second as if hit with a spark of electricity. He wonders if she caught the skipping of his heart. Then, he feels her hand cupping his cheek and suddenly her lips are on his. As their kiss deepens he thinks that she shouldn't kiss him like this, unless she means it like that.

I've got a funny feeling,
The moment that your lips touched mine,
Something shot right through me,
My heart skipped a beat in time.
There's a different feel about you tonight,
It's got me thinking lots of crazy things,
I even think I saw a flash of light,
It felt like electricity.
You shouldn't kiss me like this
Unless you mean it like that
Cause I'll just close my eyes
And I won't know where I'm at

-Toby Keith