Just to be warned, this will be in the same format as Her Beauty Cannot Compare, you could consider this as the sequel as you will. Hope you enjoy it.
Lisbon woke up from a peaceful dream. She's been with Jane ever since he confessed his feelings towards her. It still felt strange that he loved her. Not because he was heartless, but because he was so damaged from the last time he was in love. A love that he believed would last forever, but a petty egotistic man cut it short when Jane offended him. Even though Jane can be cruel, he didn't deserve to have his family ripped away from him like that. From the tidbits she heard, Angela was a beautiful woman that was quite stubborn but extremely patient.
Lisbon knew that she may not be able to measure up to Angela. But maybe Jane's different from when he was with Angela. Lisbon knew that she had changed whilst being with him. Before Jane, she would have never considered covering for someone so that they could act out their revenge.
She turned around in the bed to face Jane. She loved waking up before him. It allowed her time to see him without any masks on. It was pure Jane. He always looked cute in his sleep, but more so now that they share a bed together. His curls were all over the place. She loved to run her fingers through them, but she didn't want to wake him just yet. His face was relaxed with a hint of a smile showing. He had slightly drooled on his pillow sometime throughout the night. But, it added to the picture, rather than ruining it. He looked angelic in his sleep, but he was definitely a devil when awake.
Staring at Jane sleeping, her mind wondered to the letters that he wrote her. They were all beautifully written. Some made her laugh, others made her cry knowing that he felt lonely when he wrote them. Often when Jane was working late whilst being paired up with Fischer or Cho, Lisbon would come home, make dinner and then sneak in a quick minutes of rereading his letters before he got home.
Jane probably knew that she did it, but never mentioned it. Instead on those nights, he would bring a bottle of wine and a little present that would make her smile. It would be something like a decorative frog or a bag of the fancy coffee she likes but never could find.
She ran her eyes down his body. she was still surprised that he was reasonably fit considering he spends most of the day lying on his couch. His shoulders were broader than they looked. But no one could blame her for thinking that because he used to hide them under many layers. She liked seeing him in waistcoats, but they would be another layer, she had to get off him before they got into bed. That would be wasting precious time. He looked like the Greek sculptures, you see in the museum.
Their anniversary was coming up in a few months, but she didn't know what to get him. He wasn't a materialistic man any more, so a shiny watch wouldn't work. Socks isn't intimate enough as a gift, no matter what Jane says. She already had to buy him more pairs as kept rewearing the first pair she bought him. Apparently, he didn't need to buy himself any more because he washed them every night. Fat chance that she would do laundry every night, so that he had a pair of socks to wear in the morning.
She had no idea where he bought his cologne, so that idea was out the window. She thought of doing a collage of their time together, but he liked to keep his favourite photos somewhere hidden from her. He doesn't wear ties, so couldn't even do that. But, she bets that he would probably wear one if she bought it, because he's a silly man that thinks that she wouldn't love him if he didn't wear it. He may even repeat the same thing as he did with the socks. He would probably wear it to bed as well. She liked the thought of buying him a scarf to remind him of the time when they went undercover as a couple. But that would also remind him of nearly loosing her to another man, which is still too raw to mention.
Jane's still quite insecure about her feelings as he believes that he doesn't deserve her and never will. She can see it in his eyes every time that a reasonably handsome cop, witness or relative tries to flirt with her. It's like he's waiting for her to tell him that she regrets leaving Pike for him. That's when inspiration hit. She's going to write him letters telling him how lucky she feels with him. Then hopefully, he can finally let go of the fear of her leaving him for once and all.
Till next time. :)