"I want you to kiss Seeley Booth on the lips for...one steamboat, two steamboat, 5 steamboats!"
You are concerned at first, not wanting to ruin the carefully created partnership you have worked so hard to achieve. You protest. Can't I take you out to dinner or something? No, no! She has a puckish side, Brennan, didn't you know?
You wring your hands in worry. Your brain starts to formulate plans. What was that plant that is commonly associated with kissing? Holly? Mistletoe, that's it! You go to the nearest store and buy some. While checking out, you notice peppermint gum. Might come in handy.
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You're in the middle of hanging the mistletoe when he walks in. He starts to talk to you until he notices what you're doing.
"What is with the mistletoe???"
You explain calmly, but your stomach does that flip it does when you get nervous. He looks shocked. Do you think he's gonna pass out? He can't, Caroline is coming! You have to give your family Christmas! Just as you are thinking this Caroline walks in, congratulating him.
"What about your end?"
You point to the mistletoe meaningfully. Show time.
Wrapping your hands around his jacket, you pull his lips onto yours. You automatically start to count.
One steamboat. Two steamboat.
But suddenly, the steamboats don't mean anything anymore. You are kissing him, and you realize something. No matter what they were called, "guy hugs" or not, they will always be something you look forward to. A time when your bodies are touching each other. And then it hits you that you aren't hugging, you are kissing and you need to cherish this moment and make this last as long as possible. You need to stop counting steamboats.
You always imagined what kissing him would feel like, calling upon all your knowledge on it and past experience to create some sort of simulation of you kissing him. But it's not how you thought it would be, it's much, much, much better.
And then you remember you aren't alone as you thought you were. You pull apart, and look nervously at each other. You look at Caroline, is that enough steamboats for you?
"Yeah. A whole flotilla"
He glances at you quickly. "I dunno what that means, but, uh, merry Christmas."
Merry Christmas indeed.
Hello everyone! I had this fic in my head for a while now, and after it started to get annoying in there, I wrote it down. Hope you enjoyed it! I appreciate any comments you may have! If you want to look at my review policy, i suggest looking at my profile. Basically, it says you read, you comment. Simple. [i've also written this on all my other fics, getting quite repetitious, right? Sorry]
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