Sweet

She tasted like strawberries and coffee with cream, with slight undertones of vanilla, honey, and something else. Something he couldn't quite name, but couldn't get enough of. Which explained why he was kissing her there, in his office, the door open, when she'd only dropped in to drop off lunch she'd picked up for him. He felt her smile against his lips and reluctantly released his grip on her arms, "Thank you…"

"That's quite a way to show your appreciation…" She whispered, smiling. She was beautiful when she was flushed from a mixture of enjoyment, embarrassment and a slight lack of oxygen.

"What can I say, Bones? I really like…" he opened the box and grinned, "Aw, you got me a burger and fries! Hey, what's this…" He found another container in the bag and pulled it out, his grin growing as he saw the contents, "You spoil me!"

She shrugged, "The waitress recognized me, mentioned that she had a freshly baked apple pie that just screamed of that 'hunky man' I always accompanied…"

After she left, as he bit into the still-warm pie, he couldn't help but think that she trumped the sweet taste of the pie. Moreover, she trumped nearly every sweet he could recall eating in his life. Without a doubt, she was the sweetest of all…