Author's Note: I want to thank those of you who have added me to your list of favorite stories and story alerts. I'll admit that it was hard to convince myself to post this, and to continue posting, with only one review, but I hate leaving things unfinished and people did seem interested! I'd love to hear what you think thus far.

Setting: Not all of these will adhere to a particular episode or season. Instead, they take the basic dynamic between Booth and Brennan and put them in a situation I think of. This is one of those. There's no baby on the way. That's the important information.

Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Brash
Hasty; rash; impetuous.

The second the thought popped into her mind, she knew it would be ridiculous. She stared just to the left of his lips, considering her plan of action. Would it be awkward? Would he be offended? Would it be crossing the line so clearly drawn in the sand? Her gaze was interrupted when he waved a hand in front of her face.

"What?" He leaned his face a little closer to hers to fully gain her attention. "Earth to Bones, what's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, she went for it. Reaching across the table, she muttered, "You have something…" Her index and middle finger lightly brushed the small spot of the apple pie's cinnamon-y filling from the center of his lip. "That's better," she replied, clearly uncomfortable. She mentally beat herself up for doing something so impetuous as she wiped the goop onto the napkin next to her finger.

What had gotten into her?

Her long day had finally ended at work and she knew exactly how she wanted to decompress. Without thinking about what he might be doing, she drove to Booth's apartment. It was a decision she hadn't thought out before she turned her signal on to head his way.

She stopped at the store and picked up beer for him and wine for her. With these items in hand, she knocked on his door. She might have a key, but that was only as a precaution—she would never welcome herself in.

He heard him call "One sec," through the door, accompanied by the muffled sound of his footsteps. When he opened the door with money in hand, clad in a big hockey jersey, it was clear that he was not expecting her to show up on his doorstep.

Despite his budding confusion and surprise, he smiled. "Heya, Bones," he greeted. He saw the beer and wine, and asked in a cheery tone, "What brings you here?"

She had no answer, had not thought she would need one. They both stood in the doorway feeling a tad awkward. Her brain frantically searched for something to say. Her mind was consumed with pinpointing the exact moment when she had turned into an impulsive woman.

She heard men speaking in his apartment and everything clicked. "I'm sorry, I forgot you were going to have company."

He offered to have her come in, but she retreated with a "maybe some other time" and an excuse about having something to do. Her rash decision had clearly embarrassed her.

Booth closed the door and walked back into his empty apartment. It was the TV she heard—everyone had already left.

They were in danger and she would be damned if he was injured. Ignoring his instructions, she quietly veered away from the path they were walking together. It was dark in the warehouse, but she was still able to move quickly enough so Booth wouldn't notice soon enough. She stumbled over some metal scraps, but a few cuts were nothing in contrast to more serious injuries.

She knew he would be angry with her hasty, dangerous, and irrational decision, but she needed to distract the person after them. She had enough faith in Booth to find her once she captured the predator's attention.

She got lucky, not that she would ever put it that way, and found the man after them. He didn't hear her coming, and with a well-placed roundhouse kick, she knocked him to his knees. Using a large rod she found when she stumbled, she hit him at the base of his skull.

Booth heard the struggle and, once he noticed she was missing, moved towards the sound. Her hypothesis of his reaction to her hastily made decision was correct, but they were both happy the other was safe.

A little under a month after the pie incident at the diner and she once more had an irrational urge. It made no sense to her, especially with how normal the scene was around her, but she had the unexplainable urge to kiss Booth regardless.

They were compiling paperwork on the case they wrapped up earlier that afternoon, exchanging notes and signing where needed. This was a regular occurrence for the pair, but what she was feeling was not.

Much like the last time, he caught her staring and literally snapped her attention back into focus. "What," he asked in a slight laugh. "I know I'm ruggedly handsome, but—"

Lacking complete control of her body, she leaned over and kissed him. It was a quick peck on the lips, and they both almost didn't believe it occurred.

She looked back at the paperwork, unable to move, let alone physically retreat. He blinked a few times before overcoming the shock.

Before she could mutter an apology, his lips were on hers, one hand on her back to bring her closer, the other tangled in her hair. Much like their first kiss under the mistletoe, her hands tugged on his tie, as he had no suit jacket on to take hold of.

Seely Booth had made Temperance Brennan a brash woman yet.