I'm excited to say that I got to do another collaboration with AlphaGirl13. She's so talented at understanding Brennan's point of view. Be sure to check out her stories. This entry is from Santa in the Slush.

Brennan's point of view by AlphaGirl13

He's protesting, trying to talk Caroline out of the kiss. But I can't tear my eyes away from his face. It's going to be awkward, but it's just a kiss. A kiss does not mean anything. A kiss is not an act of love; it's just a kiss. I move in first, knowing he'll never start the act. My hands are on his shoulders and my eyes are closed. But as soon as my lips meet his, my hands immediately grab his collar.

Shit.

His lips are warm, soft. And I'm so screwed. This isn't awkward. It's a dream. My heart beats quickly and I feel the heat rise in my face. I tilt my head, but I have to stop myself from opening my mouth. I can't deepen this kiss. No tongue. God, no tongue. I'll never get myself back if I part my lips.

His hand lands on my hip, and my knees go weak. This effect he has on me, it was never supposed to get this far. He's my friend, my partner. I can not be attracted to him.

I lose count at 2 steamboats. I can't think. He's the only thing on my mind. I don't want to pull away. He's so warm. His lips are soft against mine, forgiving, accepting. He licks my lips and I feel a hotness flare in my core. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to turn me on. But God, it's a wonderful feeling. I part my mouth slightly, wanting so badly to deepen the kiss. Suddenly my gum starts to slip. I don't pull away fast enough, and it slides past my lips.

I look down awkwardly, trying to steady my racing heart. This isn't how I told myself it would happen. It should have been short, awkward, and clumsy. I was not supposed to pull away hungry for more.

"Was that enough steamboats?" I cross my arms, trying to calm my nerves. He shouldn't make me feel this way. I can't feel this way. I stare at the ground, unable to look Caroline in the eye.

"Plenty….a whole flotilla…" She says quietly.

Booth shifts from side to side. "I don't know what that means. But um...merry Christmas."

He doesn't make my heart race. No. That's just the endorphins from the kiss. A completely natural product of such close human contact. It was awkward. It had to be.

"It was like…" God what was it like? I try to tell myself it was awkward. But it wasn't. It was pleasurable. It was terrifying. It left me with unanswered questions that I had been avoiding for years. It's still making me confront the attraction that I know I feel so strongly.

""...kissing my brother." I finish. It had to be. It couldn't have been anything else. Surely Booth doesn't feel the heat that I do. He has no idea of the attraction.

"You sure must like your brother." Caroline says, somewhat cynically.

"She does." Booth assures her.

"I do." I nod and bring a hand to my mouth. I can still feel his lips. Mine are still tingling from the contact.

"The trailer's all arranged. You're good to go, Cherie. Merry Christmas." Her smile is forced as she walks out the door.

We stand awkwardly in silence for a moment. I'm searching for the right words to explain what we just did.

"I'm sure she feels really foolish right now."

"Yeah" is the only answer he can give me.

I look at him, trying to work through everything that just happened.

"Well hey I-I Um-I should- I should get back and see if um the forensic guy has got anything yet on Moussa-"

"Thats a good idea. Yeah I've got...stuff...to do...too. The- for- with bones." I can barely form a sentence but I cut him off. I need him out. I can't look at him. God, those lips.

"Alright. I understand. Completely." He rolls the gum to the front of his lips and leaves it there for a moment. And I think I'm going to lose all control over my body.

"Thanks for the- gum…"

I turn away from him and stiffen. He walks out quickly, and I sit tightly at my desk for a moment. When his footsteps fade away, I sit slowly back into the chair.

I'm screwed. I'm totally screwed. I could fight those feelings for him before now. But I don't know anymore. Before the kiss, I could tell myself those feelings could just be attracted friendship. But now I know it's more and I can't pretend. I enjoyed a very intimate connection with him. I won't be able to deny the attraction anymore. And I'm gone. Screwed. Absolutely, totally screwed.

Oooooooooo

Booth's point of view by 5546Laura.

I guess I've been a very good boy…

I walked into Bones' office today to tell her about Moussa's check being cashed into crisp fifty dollar bills. I was pretty excited, because I thought we had our guy, but she wasn't even listening to me. She was too busy hanging mistletoe from the ceiling of her office.

That's right...she was hanging mistletoe, and she doesn't even celebrate Christmas. I was thinking that was really strange, and then she tells me why….

She has to kiss me. In order to get the conjugal trailer for her family, Caroline told Bones she has to kiss me...on the lips...under some mistletoe. She says it's the only way to get what she wants.

All because Caroline is feeling 'puckish'. What the hell does that even mean? Playful and impish? Yeah, those are two words I would never associate with Caroline.

And I about fall over. Now, I know Bones might have thought I was upset because I didn't want to kiss her, but I'm here to tell you...that wasn't the problem at all. The problem was that thinking about kissing Bones on the lips under the mistletoe leads me to think about all sorts of un-Christmasy fantasies, mostly starring her and me lying naked on a warm beach somewhere...or maybe her and me lying naked on the sofa in her office, or her and me lying naked...well, you get the idea. Is it getting really warm in here? I'm starting to sweat like crazy. Shit...I think my pants are feeling snug under my zipper...

I know I'm sputtering and not making much sense when Bones tells me we're gonna kiss like French people meeting on the street, and I'm trying to slow my heart rate. I'm a sniper, dammit...I'm used to stressful situations. Then Caroline comes in and acts all innocent, congratulating me on finding a suspect in the Santa case as she practically pushes us closer together under the mistletoe. I look over at Bones, and I swear she looks like a cat getting ready to pounce on some poor unsuspecting mouse...but God, she is so beautiful, looking at me with those bright blue eyes. I forget about everything else but her.

She grabs the lapels of my jacket and plants one on me, and I've died and gone to Heaven. She smells so good... Her lips are so soft, and they taste so good, and I want more...so I gently lick her lips and she opens her mouth for me...so soft, so sweet, so tentative...her tongue gently caressing mine...she pulls me closer and my hands slide down her back to her hips as I caress her gently. I know we were supposed to be counting steamboats but I don't give a damn...I don't want this moment to ever end, but she finally pulls away. My heart was pounding so hard the blood is rushing through my ears and I can't hear a thing...I realize Caroline is telling me something, but I have no idea what. My lips are all tingly, like an electric current is running through me. My brain is just too addled to work right. God, I want Bones so bad...what the hell? A flotilla?

I shrug my shoulders, knowing that I should say something, but I have no idea what. "I don't know what that means, but Merry Christmas…." Are my feet touching the ground? God, I must be walking on air. Now my pants are really feeling tight. I just hope she can't see aroused I really am. That would be really embarrassing….

"…..like kissing my brother…" Bones says.

Caroline gives her a stunned look. "You must really love your brother…."

My mouth says, "She does…" but my heart and brain say, "No way!" She felt something besides brotherly love when we kissed. I know she did. The way she leaned into that kiss...the way she tilted her head to get a better angle at me...the way she reacted when I caressed her...she was enjoying that kiss as much as I was...and I know I should take a chance and tell her how I feel about her….

Except my brain won't form coherent sentences. "I need to...um...go…talk to...the forensics guy about...Moussa…" What the hell am I even talking about?

And she says she has to do stuff with bones. Really? That's all she can say? I know she felt something with that kiss...look how flushed she is…she probably couldn't even identify a femur as flustered as she is right now...not that I'm in any better shape...

I start to leave and then I realize she gave me a souvenir. "Uh...thanks for the gum…" and I go charging out of there like I'm on fire, and I try to find something to do so I don't spend the rest of the day thinking about kissing Bones….but what the hell am I gonna do for the rest of my life?

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