Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.
It began with a touch. A simple gesture, really, yet packed with meaning. An olive branch from one partner to another. She reached out. He reached back. Hands held.
It grew into a habit. His hand on her back, her pinch on his cheek, slap on his shoulder. Hands. Shoulders. Brushing. Lingering.
It blossomed into an instinct. Problem? Reach out. Giving. Reciprocation. Guy Hug. Comfort. Stability.
It exploded on a dare. Mistletoe. Lips pressed. Tounges met. Heartbeats raced. Feelings evolved.
"I've got, erm, stuff."
"Yeah- yeah. Me too. Thanks for the gum."