This is what I get when I listen to too much christmas music and watch way too many christmas movies. Tempe-muse and Booth-muse start on the hamster wheel of ideas.
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"What... what is that?" Brennan pointed to the leaves that were hanging from the center of her door frame.
Booth followed her finger. "Mistletoe."
"Why is it hanging from my door frame?" She tilted her head quizzically.
"Bones, don't you know what mistletoe is for during the holidays." Booth stared at her.
"No."
"Sweetie, it's fun. You kiss someone, or get kissed by someone, when standing under it." Angela grinned and winked as she passed by.
"O...kay. But what's the point in that?" Brennan called after her.
Angela laughed and called back, "Ask Booth!"
Booth glared at the back of Angela's head, willing her to feel it. When he turned back to Brennan, she was looking at him expectantly.
"I need to get you out more, Bones. Okay, it's been a tradition for as long as I can remember. I don't actually know when it started - probably in the 18th or 19th century, but any two people who meet under a hanging of mistletoe are obliged to kiss." Booth watched Brennan's quickly catch on.
"Hey, did you know that the Norse god Buldur was killed by a weapon made of Viscum album, or more commonly known as mistletoe?" Hodgins was always full of strange facts.
"Interesting." Brennan half smiled as she continued into her office.
Booth looked sharply at Hodgins, but Angela smacked him on the back of his head. "Nice going Hodgie. Way to kill the mood."
"How can you kill a mood? Moods just consist of a combination of emotions." Zack walked up next to Hodgins.
"Hon, it's just a... You know, why don't you, Hodgins, and I have this conversation in my office?" As they started walking towards Angela's office, she turned her head and winked at Booth.
Booth chuckled to himself and turned back to walk into Brennan's office, but there was a body standing in his way. "Uh... hey Bones, wanna grab some lunch at Wong Foo's?"
Brennan nodded, the half grin still on her face. "Yes, but aren't we both standing underneath the mistletoe?"
Booth looked up, and sure enough - they were both standing under the leaves. "It looks like it. Alright Bones, pucker up."
"I don't know what that mea-." She was cut off by a feather light kiss brushed against her lips by her partner.
"Merry Christmas, Bones." Booth smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Merry Christmas, Booth." She leaned into his chest, and the two of them stood in her doorway - enjoying the peace that the other brought to their lives.