Edited Chapter 1

This is set during Santa in the Slush. Yeah I know, I'm about 2 months late but who can get over the fact those two crazy kidz FINALLY kissed, I mean honestly. It was mistletoe, but who the hell cares. This is my first Bones chaptory, I usually do one-shots, but I decided to grow as a writer and actually put some time in it. The first few chaps are what I like to call "pressure chaps"; they build up to something everybody wants. A WHOLE LOTTA SMUT! And now I'm rambling, sorry. Check it out, you guys likey, I'll keep going. REVIEWS ARE LITTLE RAYS OF SUNSHINE. WHO DOESN'T LIKE SUNSHINE. Please review, good or bad (just don't be mean)

Rating: The M rating is a long time coming, but it WILL happen. Don't worry. But these first few chaps are T worst.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. If I owned Bones, I'd have her find out who killed Tupac, and if I owned Booth, I'd have him, well ya know.

Chapter 1

Booth

Damn Caroline.

'There's gotta be some kind of ethics inside that head.' Booth thought.

But then maybe there wasn't. She literally bribed Bones into kissing him under that mistletoe so she could spend Christmas with her family, and 'cause she was feeling 'puckish' (which according to Bones means playfull and impish or some crap like that) 'who does that?' "Her." he whispered to himself.

He wouldn't admit it to another soul, not even to HER but he loved every steamboat of it. The tip of her tongue lightly brushing over his, the way she grabbed his lapels to draw him in further, the best tasting gum in the history of the world that she slyly deposited in his mouth. These little things confused him more than listening to her scientifically explain something. Did she like it too? He barely wanted to spit out the blue gum that magically appeared in his mouth, no longer tasting like mint but still oozed Temperance. He subconsciously wanted to hang onto it, realized that would be boarder line stalking and disposed of the thought and the gum.

As he sat there waiting for the search warrant to be delivered to check Santa's bells, he tried to trick his mind to stop thinking about how bad he wants to boink his partner or how uncomfortable this boner was becoming. He wondered if he should be good FBI Agent or bad FBI Agent. He was still pissed he didn't get Parker this Christmas, but it was still the holiday season. He decided on semi-good FBI Agent. Somebody did kill Santa Claus after all.

While he sat there waiting, waiting, waiting his mind began to wander. It felt good to finally think these thoughts, having suppressed them for so long.

He hadn't thought about her in this way since around the first few months of being assigned together. His thoughts were anything but ethical when he first laid eyes on her, with her full lips, touchable milky skin and those breasts; God he figured he jacked off to those things for like a week straight.

But soon they built a report, a platonic relationship he didn't think he could function without. The sexual thoughts subsided once the trust in each other blossomed, but every now and then he would admit to himself he wanted more. He wanted to be her everything, but he knew and has accepted that it would never happen.

Temperance has been through a lot in her life, and most of it wasn't easy. Some kids never recover from losing both parents, even if one of them comes back. But Temperance had made a name for herself with her spectacular finds and he hated to admit quite addicting novels. 'Yup she's defiantly the most famous Forensic Anthropologist in like the history of Forensic Anthropology.' He thought as he smiled warmly as he still wandered to this day if the fictional 'Andy"' was just ironically similar to himself, or if it was intentional. He brushed it off as coincidence to everyone else, but deep down hoped it WAS him, and sort of envied the relationship those fictional characters had. It was basically the same, but with sex. Amazing, emotional, tender sex. The type of sex he's only had with one woman, and Parker was the result of that. 'Nuff said.

As Agent Branch alerted Booth the warrant was here, snapping him out of his unconscious stare straight ahead at the wall he contemplated if he could ever break down Bones' concrete wall surrounding her heart. He didn't know if he should try. He has tried not to cross any lines, but is now wondering if he wants to, if he can and if she's willing to cross them with him. If THAT line were erased, there would be no going back.

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Bones

Staring at her computer monitor, she was starting to question her logistics, and theorize why her equilibrium felt off. She wanted to blame it on her consumption of alcohol, but that was over 36 hours ago. "That's not it."

She whispered to herself.

She rubbed her eyes and the bridge of her nose to try and regain her normal concentration to no avail. She then licked her lips. 'Could this be why I'm being affected in this way?' She checked her pulse and found it was slightly faster than normal. 'But I'm not engaging in any sort of activity.' She thought to herself as she sat still behind her desk.

She glanced at the mistletoe still hung up in the center of her office and finally put 2 and 2 together.

"BOOTH?!?!?" She exclaimed to no one at all.

'Anthropologically, each individual carries their own distinct scent and even taste, and his is still lingering.' She concluded with herself.

But why was it affecting her?

She came to the realization a long time ago that Seeley Booth was DEFIANTLY a fine specimen of human adult male, with his amazing dental features, his taunt, well defined structure that Angela called "A Brick House" whatever that was supposed to mean. Plus she had to admit his facial features were very, VERY easy on the eyes.

There were a couple of nights after their initial partnering she found herself pondering how he was structured below the waist. 'I imagine he has an adequate penis, and he knows how to use it for optimal pleasure.' Bones thought as her original thoughts of her partner flooded back into her mind.

She suppressed these thoughts into the deep recesses of her mind a long time ago, and even though she occasionally gave herself the pleasure of the thought of her partner sexually. She told no one, and quickly abolished these thoughts back into the deep parts of her brain. They had been through so much. He's saved her life more times than she cared to remember. And she thought of him as a real friend, much like Angela who had become so close to her these last few years.

'But isn't that what you want in a mate?' she asked herself

She wanted to talk to someone about this predicament badly, preferably Angela, but she didn't think that would be very logical.

"That's your problem Bones, you're always thinking. Sometimes you just gotta go with your gut." Booth told her once. Probably more than once.

'Was that an indication of some kind?' She thought as her cell phone chimed a familiar ringtone.

HIM

She looked at the screen to confirm what she already knew.

HIM

She hesitated before answering, not sure weather or not her current mental state would affect her ability to hold a normal, casual, stutter-free conversation.

"Brennan." She said professionally.

"Hey Bones, we got the search warrant, I'll come and get ya to go back to the mall." He said.

Because of all these thoughts about Booth, she forgot she had some pressing questions for Sweets about this whole lying to children during the holiday's thing. She wanted to get that squared away before she went to see Russ and try and persuade him to let his stepdaughters visit him this Christmas.

"I'm going to visit Russ and try and convince him to let the girls come visit him, but I need to talk to Sweets first." She explained.

"Awww come on Bones. Look I hate to lie to Parker, but it's what's best. Sometimes you gotta lie to the people you love to protect them..... to keep things, normal."

'There was something different in the pitch of his voice while he said that.' She observed.

"I suppose you're right, but scientifically I would like a second opinion so I can hear possible negative repercussions this could have."

She heard him exhale deeply on the other end.

"Sweets huh?" He asked with frustration mirrored in his voice.

"Yes," She responded, "As much as I hate psychology, it might be useful in this situation."

Another deep exhale

"Well I guess it's cheaper for the FBI to pay him if we're both there. I'll be there in fifteen minutes, then once you pick Sweets for information, we'll go pay those mall Santa's a visit and wrap this case up, okay?"

She thought it over and concluded she would be just fine alone with him, having shared a kiss merely a half an hour ago.

'It didn't mean anything anyway, it was just mistletoe'. She assured herself.

"Fine, I'll meet you downstairs once I grab all my things." She said.

"OK." He chimed back sounding triumphant that he convinced her to let him drive as usual.

Their conversation over the phone was over, now all they had to do was make it through the car ride to the diner, with minimal damage.