A/N - I'm new to the posting part of this game though I have spent many late nights and lazy Sundays reading the works of some pretty talented folks on this site. Hopefully, I can inspire them and others the way they have inspired me.

This is going to be a series of One-Shots. Some go together, others stand alone. Some may be inspired by songs and others are just the product of my hiatus troubled overactive imagination.

Mama always said if your friends jumped off a bridge, would you jump, too? Well, in terms of throwing my two cents in on what I would have liked to have seen happen at the end of the infamous 100th Episode, my answer to that is yes. Everybody else is doing it, so why not?

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. I just borrowed some of their dialogue in the spirit of good fun. No copyright infringement intended.

The Feelings in the Kiss

As they walk out of the Hoover Building and into the chill of the spring evening, he finds himself looking at her. He feels the poker-face he's used to hide his feelings slipping. He hasn't wanted to rush her, but maybe Sweets was right to call his bluff. Maybe it's time he goes all in.

He stops in his tracks. "I'm the gambler," he says softly.

Her mouth curls up in the little half smile that she uses more often with him than with anyone else. Her eyes are dancing.

"I believe in giving this a chance," he advances toward her. His voice is unsteady; the cocky, self-assured FBI agent taking a backseat to the man in love. "Look, I wanna give this a shot."

Confusion floods her face. "You mean us?" The confusion turns to sadness. "No," he can tell she's trying to retreat behind her walls. "The FBI won't let us work together as a couple..."

He reaches out to her. "Don't do that, that's no reason..." He pulls her to him, crashing his lips over hers in a kiss filled to bursting with hope for his, no their, future; well aware of the consequences and not giving a damn. It's as if this is the only way he can convince her.

One hand comes to rest in his spot on her lower back, effectively pulling her close to his body while the other slides up to her neck and slips into the silky curtain of chestnut hair that falls loosely to her shoulders. She stiffens briefly and her hands slide up to the lapels of his overcoat. He steels himself for the push and slap he's got coming to him for this not-so-little stunt, but it doesn't happen.

Instead, she clings to him and her lips open slightly beneath his. He takes the advantage and angles his mouth over hers using the hand in her hair to tilt her head ever so slightly. His tongue teases the corner of her mouth before tracing the soft pillow of her lower lip. He opens his eyes as he kisses her cheek and then her forehead with a sigh.

"I'm not a gambler," she mumbles softly. "I'm a scientist, I don't know how to change."

He keeps his hold on her, but moves to look into her eyes. "Bones, I don't want you to change." With a calloused hand he traces down over her hair line until he's cupping her chin. "Don't you get that? I love you. I love everything about you - from the way you wreck pop culture expressions to how you love your friends."

"But what about the FBI?" she asks quietly.

He holds his breath. It isn't perfect, not yet anyway, but he's finally getting somewhere. "We've got the highest solve rate the bureau has ever seen," he says as he begins to maneuver her toward the SUV. "I highly doubt..."

"But you can't be sure."

He chuckles. "You do realize that half of them think we've been sleeping together for years, right?"

She shoves him. "Booth, this is serious. If I'm going to consider this..." she trails off. Stopping in her tracks, she waits until he's facing her. "Would you be willing to keep this under covers, at least for now?"

He smiles broadly at her. "It's under wraps, Bones," he teases. "Under wraps. And yes, we can keep it between us for now."

She returns his smile and reaching for his hand she repeats the words he's said to her so often, "Because what's between us is ours."

He wraps his arm around her and she leans into his shoulder. "Yeah, Bones. What's between us is ours."

A/N - So, not perfect, but I didn't want to muck with it too much.