Okay, guys, unfortunately, we've reached the end of this story. Thanks to everyone who reviewed or even just read the story. I'm so glad you all enjoyed it, and I hope this last chapter doesn't disappoint!

Disclaimer's on the first few chapters.


Booth walked into Brennan's apartment and shut and locked the door behind him. Brennan was still wearing her pajamas and reading a book on her couch. She sat up as soon as Booth entered the room.

"Okay, we have to talk about this mistletoe thing," Booth said, taking his jacket off. He threw the jacket onto a chair and sat down on the arm.

"I agree," Brennan said, closing her book. She laid it on the table by the couch and placed her hands on her knees.

Booth looked around the room. "You cleaned up."

"Well, you and Parker didn't, and it was beginning to drive me crazy," she said. "It wasn't hard. I just threw wrapping paper in the trash can."

The wrapping paper had disappeared, the presents were neatly organized under the tree, and the bows from the gifts lay in a straight line on her table.

"I told you I'd do that," Booth said.

She shrugged. "I was bored. It was no problem. Anyway, you wanted to talk."

"Yeah, I think we need to," Booth said. Brennan pursed her lips and nodded in agreement. "I just don't know where to start."

"Okay. I'll start. I…may have…lied about the kissing my brother comparison," she admitted.

"Well, good, because if you kiss Russ like that, that would just be gross, Bones," Booth replied, causing Brennan to laugh slightly. "Okay, I have a question."

"Okay," she said.

"Why didn't you let me try to stop her?"

"I don't…know what that means," she replied. She was confused as to who the 'her' that Booth was referring to was.

"Caroline. Why didn't you let me try to talk her out of having us kiss?" Booth asked. "I said I'd talk to her and you said no pretty forcefully. Why?"

"Because," Brennan said, unsure of how to respond. Had she really wanted to kiss Booth that day? A little voice in the back of her head told her yes. "Caroline wouldn't have changed her mind, and that was the only way my father would get Christmas."

Wrong answer, Booth thought. He could tell she was lying. "A Christmas that you weren't even planning on going to. You were still going to go to Peru. My guess is you didn't decide to not go until the last second."

"Well, yes, but…" she said. He knew her far too well.

"Why were you so determined to get that trailer if you weren't even planning on being there?" Booth asked, cutting her off. His voice was slowly rising.

"Are you interrogating me?" she asked, beginning to get angry.

"No!" Booth replied.

"I'm not on trial here, Booth," she said.

"Of course you're not, Bones! I just want to understand what happened."

"Caroline gave me an ultimatum. I did what I had to do. That's all," she said.

"Stop lying to me," he said. "It was more than that, and you know it."

"Why don't you just tell me what you want to hear so we can stop fighting?" she countered. She stood up and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I want to hear the truth, Bones! I want to understand what happened between us this past week because I can't make sense of any of it!" he yelled.

"Why do you care so much?" she asked, matching his volume.

"What?" he replied, surprised at the twist the conversation had taken. Why was she yelling at him?

"Why do you care, Booth? The kiss obviously meant nothing to you!"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?" he asked. She had no idea how wrong she was.

"All the evidence points to that conclusion! You fought against us kissing the whole time!" she said.

"I had three seconds to process what was going on before Caroline walked in!" Booth said, defending himself. "I walked in to your office to update you on the case, you said we had to kiss, Caroline walked in, and you kissed me! That didn't leave a lot of time to process, Bones."

"It wasn't just the fact that you fought it, you hardly kissed me back! It was obvious that you didn't really want to be doing that, Booth."

"Is that what you think? Really?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"What am I supposed to think, Booth?"

"Oh, Bones," he said, speaking in a softer tone. "I wanted to kiss you back. You have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you."

"Then why didn't you?" she asked, lowering her voice as well.

"Why? We were in your office, anyone could've seen us, Caroline was standing right there, watching our every move, and…" Booth started.

"What?" she asked, wanting him to go on.

"Well, part of me thought you'd slap me silly if I tried anything," he admitted.

"And how'd you reach that conclusion," she said, copying his earlier words. The irritation was back in her voice.

"You told me it would be nothing. You compared it to kissing your brother both before and after the kiss. You told Sweets it was nothing. I was convinced that you were just kissing me to get that stupid trailer!" Booth explained. "I knew you wouldn't be kissing me if Caroline hadn't told you to."

"I suppose there might be a bit of truth in that last statement," she admitted. "But I definitely wouldn't have slapped you for kissing me back once it had happened."

"No?" Booth asked.

"No, of course not."

"So you wanted to kiss me?" he asked, grinning.

"I didn't say that," she asked, matching his grin.

"Tell me what you're feeling, Temperance," he asked, stepping towards her.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I want to know what you're feeling."

"About the kiss?" she asked.

"About the kiss, about us, about anything," he said.

"It wasn't nothing," she admitted, uncrossing her arms.

"No, it wasn't," he agreed.

"I still don't exactly know…what it means, but it wasn't nothing," she repeated, stepping towards him.

"I don't know what it means, either, but I do know that I haven't been able to stop thinking about it or you since it happened," he confessed.

They finally got close enough to each other for him to stare into her bright, blue eyes. She held his gaze and locked eyes with him. Neither moved; neither said anything; they just looked at each other.

This was it. Her moment. Temperance stepped towards him, placed her hands on his face and pulled his lips down to meet hers.

Booth instantly wrapped his arms around her when their lips touched. He felt joy in his heart when he realized that he'd finally get to show her just how much he had wanted to kiss her back that day under the mistletoe. He ran his fingers slowly down the length of her spine through her thin, cotton t-shirt. Brennan gasped at the sensation, and Booth took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth.

Brennan moaned when Booth's tongue met hers. She buried her hands in his hair as he tasted every last corner of her mouth. His lips roughly pressed against hers as they stood in her living room devouring each other. He withdrew his tongue, intending to break the kiss, but she ran hers along his bottom lip, eliciting a moan from Booth. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him as she began to explore his mouth.

They kissed with force and fire until air became absolutely necessary for survival. They broke apart reluctantly, gasping for air, and wrapped the other into a hug. Brennan was still breathing heavily as Booth's lips began to travel over the soft skin on her neck. She moaned softly, still breathing deeply, and titled her head to the side to give him better access.

"Right there," she moaned as his lips found the perfect spot on her neck.

Booth's hands traveled under her t-shirt and rested on her lower back as he gently kissed and sucked her skin. She tenderly massaged the back of his neck and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips and hands on her bare skin. After a few moments, she grabbed his face and pulled his lips away from her neck.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "Please don't freak out on me now." She shook her head.

"More," she whispered, bringing their lips together again.

Their last kisses were hard and passionate. These kisses were gentle, sweet, and filled with love. She sucked on his top lip slowly as he worked on her lower one. Both held the other tightly, not wanting to let go. Once again, they kissed until air became necessary. He pulled away slowly, and they let their lips linger near the other's face as their breathing returned to normal. They finally pulled far enough away to look at each other, and Booth instantly smiled at her. Brennan returned his smile and rested her hands on his neck.

"See? I couldn't have done that in your office," he said, grinning.

She laughed and buried her face in his chest. His hands rested on either side of her waist, below her shirt, and he began drawing small circles onto her stomach with his thumb.

"Mmm…that feels good," she breathed.

"You feel good in my arms, Temperance," he whispered to her. She smiled and nodded in agreement.

He continued his gentle movements against her stomach, and she closed her eyes in pleasure. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut and placed another quick kiss on her swollen, pink lips.

"Come here," he said, quietly.

He clutched her hand and sat down on one of her chairs. Once he was settled, he gently pulled her onto his lap. She smiled and began quietly giggling. Booth looked at her face and immediately thought about how cute she looked when she was laughing.

"What's so funny?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"I'm imagining Angela's reaction when she finds out about this," Tempe said.

"Please let me be nearby when you tell her," Booth said, joining in her laughter.

Brennan nodded. "That could probably be arranged." She leaned into his face and began placing light kisses on his cheek, ear, and jaw line.

"Temperance," he breathed, rubbing her back.

"Seeley," she replied, matching his tone. "Thank you for spending Christmas with me."

"Thank you for being so great with my kid. You have no idea how good you are with him."

"He's a great kid. It's easy," she shrugged.

Temperance rested her hand on his chest and kissed Booth's mouth gently. He held her tightly in his lap and returned the kiss.

"We still have a lot to talk about," she said, pulling away from him.

He nodded. "I know."

"Don't you think we should do that?"

"We will. I promise. We'll talk about everything tomorrow."

"What about today?" she asked.

"Today," he smiled. "I was thinking we could stay right here in your apartment, and I could spend the rest of the day kissing you."

She smiled back at him and shrugged. "Sounds logical to me."

He pressed his mouth to hers once again as snowflakes began to slowly fall outside her window.


The End! I was a little bit nervous about this chapter, so I'd love to hear what everyone thought of it. Please leave a review if you have the time, and thanks for reading!