A/N: So this is going to be a collection of fluffy one-shots, so that I have a place to put all of them. Some will be their first kiss, or just cute moments between our favorite non-couple, or maybe a few where they're already together. It's pretty loose. If you have any ideas of chapters you want me to write, just suggest them in a review, they are always helpful! Enjoy, and don't forget to REVIEW! No new chapters unless I get reviews! )

Disclaimer: Yep. That'll be the day.

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Music pulsed through the dimly lit club; pulsed through her veins. Temperance Brennan sat alone at the bar, watching her best friend move to the music, dancing easily with her boyfriend. Angela was the epitome of a free spirit, and this was exactly where she belonged.

It was not, however, where Brennan belonged.

Angela had dragged her here, promised her a good time. And Brennan wanted to like it—she really did! She wore the costume Angela had picked out, the tight jeans clinging to her shapely calves, her tank top showing just enough skin.

But she just couldn't let loose like Angela could. She couldn't just…stop. She couldn't forget everything and lose herself for a night. Ordering another drink, she sat at the bar, sulking, head resting in her free hand.

Suddenly a hand was in hers, pulling her up off her feet and onto the dance floor.

"Booth," she breathed, wondering how he knew where she was.

But then, he always knew, didn't he.

She was greeted with Special Agent Seeley Booth's famous Charm Smile. "Hey, Bones. What did Angela have to do to get you to come here?" he asked, a small laugh escaping his lips.

"It was this or shopping," Brennan admitted, to which Booth's smile just grew wider.

"Well," he said as he twirled her around, "might as well make the most of it then, eh?" His deep, chocolaty brown eyes glimmered with hope and flashed with desire. Brennan just smiled, shook her head, and laughed.

With Booth by her side, she felt free. For once, she let herself go. She danced.

"Excuse me, but I couldn't help noticing how hot you looked." Brennan, confused, looked up to meet the greasy smile of a tall, scraggly blonde man. Tequila was practically oozing out of him, and Brennan had to take a step back to get away from the smell. "May I have this dance?"

Brennan gave him a quick once over, and, her tone flat and even, replied with a simple "No."

"Awww, come on pretty lady, just one dance, don't you worry, I'll be a perfect gentleman…" he slurred, a sticky hand pulling at her arm, smiling a toothy grin. Before Brennan has a chance to use her finely honed martial arts skills on the cocky man, a large, tanned hand fell across his arm.

Booth.

"Sorry, but I believe she said 'no'".

After that, it all happened in slow motion. A laugh, a yell, a punch. A cry of pain. Another punch.

The next thing she knew, the blonde man was on the floor with a bloody nose. Booth was standing in front of her, beads of sweat dripping from his face, running a nervous hand through his mussed hair and looking at her with caring, worried eyes.

She smiled.

Without a word, she took two steps forward, closing the gap between them, and threw her arms around his neck. Never one for patience, Temperance pulled his head down to hers, her lips meeting his in a pent up, passionate, soul-shattering kiss. Desire flamed through her closed eyes, his initial surprise melting away into pure content.

This was as it should be.

Pulling away just enough to rest her forehead against his, she whispered, her voice ragged and deep. A hint of danger sparkled in her eyes and a sly, sexy smile playing across her lips. "That," she whispered, images of the fight flashing through her mind, "was so hot."

And he found her lips again, kissing her hungrily. Music pulsed around them as the song changed, but neither noticed. Brennan had let loose—and finally, finally, she had all she had ever wanted.