AN: So, here's a little experiment for you. This is the first thing that I've written in 1st person. Thanks to redrider6612 who helped me keep my tenses in line. If you find mistakes, they're mine. There's a second part to the story which I'll post in a few days. Many apologies for the delays on Voyeur.

I follow you back into my office. "I just can't understand why he thought he could get away with it."

It's late and the lab is dark, except for the light in my office.

"Bones, there's a thrill that comes from breaking the rules. He probably started small – eating stolen candy when he was a kid – and it grew from there. Nobody ever caught him and he got addicted to that feeling. So he thought he could get away with anything."

I close the shades in my office as you speak. All open areas of the lab are under video surveillance, and during the day it doesn't bother me. But at night when I'm the only one here, I imagine the security guards have a lot of empty screens so they watch the one where something's happening. It kind of creeps me out, as Angela would say. So I close the blinds.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I turn around to put my purse in my desk and you're leaning back in my chair with a smirk on your face. "Rules exist to protect people and to maintain the structure of society. I bet Sweets would say he had an inadequate childhood."

"You mean to tell me you never broke a rule?"

"Of course I've broken rules, but I never did it intentionally. And afterward I was always worried about the consequences."

Your smirk widens.

"What rule did you break, Booth?"

"I took my Dad's car for a drive when I was fourteen. The fear that I would get caught kept me looking over my shoulder, but the freedom of driving made me feel like I was on top of the world. It was the best feeling ever."

Your words make me long to experience that feeling. And suddenly I know exactly which rule I want to break – your rule.

I smirk back at you as I turn on the desk lamp. I turn off the overhead light and move to stand in front of you.

"Arms, Booth," I say, raising my arms to demonstrate.

You give me a questioning look, but then comply. I reach for the bottom of your black tee shirt, the one that perfectly shows off your upper body musculature, and tug it over your head. All day I'd been trying to keep from staring. Now, I'm going to experience it.

"Bones, what are you doing?"

"Breaking the rules, Booth. It sounds interesting, so I'm going to try it." With that, I sit sideways across your lap. You gape at me and I seize the opportunity to kiss you, tongue and everything.

You tease me with your mouth every day, and I'm not just talking about the words you say. You smile at me, smirk at me, quirk your lips at me, frown at me. And I've wondered if kissing you a second time would be better than the first. Our mistletoe kiss was good, but it left me wanting more.

I smile a little against your lips as I move. You are still apparently in shock because you haven't responded yet. You taste of the coffee and pie you ate at the diner, and your teeth are sharp in comparison to the softness of your lips.

You're finally kissing me back. It's exhilarating. My hands explore your chest while my tongue explores your mouth. This is different from any other experience I've ever had. You're softer and yet more solid than any man I've been with; kissing you is more intense.

This kiss engages all my senses. I feel your hot breath in my mouth as your tongue slides gently across mine. When I open my eyes, I see your five o'clock shadow. Your muscles are hard and defined underneath my hands, and how much you like kissing me is clear from the hard lump pressing against my thigh. Your scent envelops me – a mix of aftershave, deodorant, and pheromones.

You groan against my lips, bringing me back to reality a bit, and I pull away from the fire we created between us. I still my hands and lean against you, resting my head on your shoulder.

"That was exhilarating. Imagine what Angela would say if she caught us." My voice is breathy, my words are triumphant. "Breaking the rules feels good."

"Bones, what rule was that breaking?"

I sit up so I can watch your face. "Yours and the FBI's. Didn't it feel great?" I can't hold back a laugh.

"Mine?" Your disbelief is clear.

"I guess you forgot about the line."

"Oh."

I smiled at you again, a wicked smile. I unbutton the top button on my shirt and move down to the second. "Would you like to break the rules again?"