A/N: This is the second time I've started a new story because it didn't fit in with Office Hours.
Anyway, basically it's what Jane thinks of Lisbon through his five senses, and I've decided to do it in second person.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Sight
Every time you open your eyes and see her, you know that she is special. It was more fate that she was the first person you saw when you got your eyesight back rather than happy coincidence. You knew it would be her, you knew it had to be her because she was the sight you had missed the most.
You love the flutter of her eyelashes and the crinkle in the corner of her eyes. You love it when she raises one eyebrow at anything you suggest and you love her little nose and those miraculous lips.
You love looking of those lips of hers. You the love the shape and the colour of them. You love how she licks her lips before speaking, and how she bites her bottom lip when she's nervous. You love the shape they make when she speaks and especially the shape they make when she smiles at anyone, but even more especially when she smiles at you.
You know you should be able to help yourself but every time you see her you greedily take in the curve from her neck and follow over her chest, over her smooth, flat stomach towards her most sensitive part, a place she so willingly showed you.
Her legs are so appealing to your eye that you're surprised she hasn't flushed bright red and demanded that you stop immediately. You wouldn't anyway; when she's blushes you can't look away.
The way she looks at you through tired eyes drive you wild nearly every morning, what drives you more wild is when she looks at you with eyes that hold uncontrollable passion.
You love it even more when you see her face at the height of her uncontrollable desire.
You love her eyes, you love looking into them and seeing her shiver because she knows how deeply you are looking.
Will be doing another five chapters on this, with the other four senses plus Jane's sixth ;D