AN: This (Like many of my other stories) Is the product of random ideas. Hahaha. So tell me if I should continue this. If I continue this it will be just a collection of one shots with different scenarios about their first kisses. Reviews are always welcome

"Are you sure you're OK Bones?" Booth asked, scooting closer to her on her office couch.

Brennan ran her finger quickly under her red rimmed eye and sniffled "Yeah," she said quietly.

Booth placed his hand on her back and rubbed her shoulders comfortingly "Bones, you don't have to put on your brave face around me."

"It's irrational," Brennan whispered "She's dead. It shouldn't hurt this much."

"She's your mother," Booth stressed yet again "It's perfectly normal for you to miss her, especially when it's the anniversary of the day when you buried her. Have you been to see her yet?"

Brennan nodded "Yeah."

"Come on," Booth said standing up, his heart withering when she looked up to him with pathetic eyes.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to pick up some take out, and take you home and we are going to eat," Booth said, offering her his hand.

"I'm not hungry," she said plainly.

"Come on," Booth said, bringing his hand closer to her "Please?"

Brennan timidly took his hand, her fingers still wet from the tears she wiped away. Booth smiled and pulled her up, gasping slightly when she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you Booth," she whispered, pulling away too early for Booth's liking. She gave him a weak smile and slipped her lab coat over her shoulders, walking over to her coat rack, depositing the blue lab coat for her light black coat.

She pulled it over her shoulders and freed her hair, giving him another weak smile before grabbing her purse and heading out of her office.

Booth followed, turning off her lights and closing her office door before catching up with her and placing his hand on the small of her back.

They went through their usual routine. Booth opened the door for her, and she accepted his chivalry reluctantly. He called Sid, and stopped to pick up their food. They bickered throughout the ride, stopping when he finally pulled into the parking garage of her building. She jumped out of the car before he could help her out, and they walked in silence up to her apartment. She unlocked her door and stepped through depositing her keys and coat on her counter before walking to her fridge "Beer, water or soda?" she asked.

"Well it wouldn't be smart for me to drink and then drive home, and that soda is probably from Africa," he said sarcastically.

"South America," Brennan corrected, pulling out two bottles of water "Brazil to be more specific."

Booth chuckled and set the take out down, walking up behind her and reaching over her head to pull out plates.

She straightened slightly, taking a secret, longing breath, breathing in the scent of his cologne. She pulled out utensils and handed them to him over her shoulder, avoiding eye contact.

Booth smiled to himself, and took the utensils from her. He placed the food on the plate and set them on the coffee table in front of her couch.

Brennan brought the water over and sat next to him, their legs and arms brushing lightly.

They ate in comfortable silence and when the plates were cleared and piled on her coffee table, Brennan stood and looked out the window. "Delphinius looks amazing from here," she said sadly, playing with her mother's ring on her finger.

Booth stood, rolling his neck. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders "Don't do that to yourself," he said, giving her a light massage.

"Do what?" she asked, closing her eyes and cracking her stiff neck.

"Make yourself cry," Booth said "I hate it when you cry."

"Yeah I hate it too," she said, her stomach flipping at his words.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest comfortingly, her hands coming up to grasp his strong arms "Don't make yourself upset, think of happy thoughts, not sad ones."

Brennan nodded "I remember when I was 7," Brennan said with a smile "My mom helped me play this prank of Russ. We set up this huge contraption and when he walked through his room, he ended up being covered in honey, feathers and whipped cream."

Booth chuckled, his laugh vibrating into her back "Really?" he asked.

"Yeah," Brennan said "You know what. If she was still alive, she would really like you."

"Why's that?" Booth asked.

"Because you are a lot like her; you're strong, you're compassionate, you're loving and lovable, and you are very loyal and protective," Brennan said.

"With warm, reassuring brown eyes?" Booth asked.

Brennan laughed for the first time that night "Yes, with warm, reassuring brown eyes."

They spent the next 2 hours talking. Brennan sharing child hood stories about her mother, and Booth listening, along with laughing and commenting when necessary. Booth smiled to himself, glad to see that she was finally smiling, but when the clock hit 1 in the morning, he decided it was time for him to go home.

"I should probably be heading home," Booth said, standing up and slipping his jacket of his arms.

"Yeah, probably," she said quietly, standing up to walk him to the door.

Booth opened the door and turned suddenly, he ran his finger under her eye "Get some rest ok? I'll call you tomorrow, and its Saturday, you better not be at the lab."

Brennan shivered and blushed "Alright. I promise I will try and relax."

"Good," he said with a smile "I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

Brennan turned her head slightly, and instead of his lips making contact with her cheek, they made contact with her own lips.

Even though they were both in shock, their eyes fluttered closed.

They were both desperate for more when Booth reluctantly pulled away.

"I-I'm sorry," he said stepping away from her.

"It's ok, it's my fault," Brennan said, stepping further into her apartment.

"Let's not worry about it, it's was an accident, I'll call you tomorrow," he said, turning and walking away.

Brennan nodded and closed the door, pressing her back to the cool wood and bringing her fingers to her still swollen lips.