A/N: Disclaimer: They’re not mine… Maybe for Christmas?Dedication: This is for Alana, who has written me many a B/B fic and who I’ve promised at least three fanfics to. Here’s one for ya hun

“Alright guys, it’s that time of year again!” The others in the lab groaned aloud at Angela’s holiday cheer. She walked over to the group, who stood around an examination table. “This year I’ve decided we’re going to draw names out of a hat to see who’s going to stand under the mistletoe.” She held up the festive plant and dangled it in front of everyone. The crew looked at each other in horror. Angela pulled a step ladder out of the corner and hung the mistletoe above her, then climbed down and stood with the rest of them.

“Angela, you can’t think that just because some societies choose to hang a species of plant which one stands under during the holidays that another person is going to express affection at will. It is highly illogical and absurd.” Brennan protested.

“Some theories state that the government hides tiny cameras in the berries." Hodgins offered.

“I have a girlfriend.” Everyone turned to look at Zach, who was now blushing. He folded his arms across his chest. “What? I do!”

“Alright, alright. Since the rest of you are all chicken, I’ll pick the name out of the hat and whoever’s name I pick has to kiss me, okay?” Booth walked up to Angela who grinned from ear to ear.

“Knock ‘em dead, Booth.” She whispered. Booth reached his hand into the elf hat Angela had been wearing and took out a folded piece of white paper. He looked up and saw Zach looking intently back at him. Booth shuddered. Please don’t be Zach, please don’t be Zach. Hodgins was crossing his fingers with his eyes closed tightly – which Booth hoped was because he DIDN’T want to kiss him. Finally his eyes rested on Brennan, who was staring down at her feet, shifting from one foot to the other a bit uncomfortably. He held his breath as he withdrew his hand from the hat and unfolded the paper.

In Angela’s handwriting, the name ‘Brennan’ was written in red ink. Booth looked up and cleared his throat. Was he actually nervous?

“Well Bones, it looks like we’re up.”

Brennan’s head snapped up. “Me?” Her eyes went wide. “But I –“

“Pucker up, sweetie.” Angela said smiling at her.

And before she could protest further, Booth was backing her under the mistletoe, his lips on hers in a soft, tender kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. If he had to kiss her, he was going to make sure it was a damn good one. He held her body flush against his and raised her up off the floor. He expected to feel her hands on his chest pushing him away, but was surprised when he felt her hands travel up to the back of his head. Brennan was kissing him back. Booth’s eyebrows rose in surprise before breaking the kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Booth.” Brennan said before she walked into her office, past the rest of the crew, whose eyes were wide and jaws were dropped.

END