Helloooooooooo! I haven't written for a while, probably because I've been swamped with college applications and school work, both of which are sucking the creative juices straight out of my skull. But there's no denying this last episode, and I had to write up a quick little snippit from Bones' POV about the kiss with Booth. Hope you enjoy it! And review it!

Disclaimer: No Bones until January. Would I be behind this?

You were far too into it. You'd suspected as much beforehand, but the moment that he leaned into you, you knew it for sure. And what's more, you think that he knew it too.

Dammit.

The problem was—the real problem, the one that you couldn't avoid any longer—was that both of you were past the point of denying it, and yet there you were, denying away. The fact that your heart skipped not one, not two, but about ten billion beats when he said "I love you," (even though he was reading it off of some rock you'd found clutched in the hands of a badly-decomposed dead girl in a shopping cart—that's romance for you) meant absolutely nothing except that you were nervous about…

You don't even know. Angela and Hodgins' wedding? Your missing criminal father?

You could have argued with Caroline, and further down the road, she might have relented. But as soon as she walked onto that elevator, leaving you staring down onto the scummy surface of that half-rate coffee, you found yourself smiling shyly in a way that had nothing to do with seeing your family together for the holidays, or with the Christmas spirit at all.

It wasn't logical, and you knew that better than anyone, but that didn't change the fact that you may or may not have fantasized about Booth kissing you under the mistletoe for…oh…years now. The man activated your imagination in a way that no one else could ever have, and it was a part of you that was used rarely enough as it was. But…

Well, there was no denying that one time last year when Ange dragged you to see that movie "300" and spend the entire length of the film cooing over the chiseled abs of all the men onscreen. And you hadn't joined in because (as you'd pointed out to Angela) they weren't even real abs—they were CGI abs, digitally enhanced for the viewing pleasure of the audience. And Angela had said that was the entire point.

But when he'd walked up the next day at work and asked how the movie was, all you could do was stare at his shirt and wonder whether he was hiding a set of CGI abs underneath there because you could certainly see it. And that was when imagination kicked in and you had to be poked in the shoulder by a smirking Angela in order to be able to pay flustered attention to your surroundings.

So yes. Perhaps you did go a bit over-the-top with the whole setup—the gum and everything. You'd re-done your makeup before he'd walked in the door and all the while you were talking, you were obsessing over whether or not your hair was okay. You! You never care about your hair!

And when he kissed you (or you kissed him—you can't really say he made the first move on that one)…well, you lost it a little. Grabbing his collar was a sign that this wasn't exactly a "just so my father can get the conjugal trailer for Christmas" kiss. But honestly, it wasn't your fault because pressed up against him that close, you could just tell that he had a set of abs that, while not exactly CGI-material, were incredibly impressive nonetheless. And you're only human.

Just had to get that out there. And if you made it this far, why not review? And if you're going through Bones-withdrawal (as I'm sure we all are), why not check out some of my other stories (blatant attempt to market self).