A/N: This was just a little something that was inspired by this post on Tumblr in which some fans were talking about the moment after Jane and Lisbon's first night together... and my fingers were tingling to write it so here you go!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
'Bright morning light'
Bright morning light shone through the drawn curtains, slowly putting a sleeping Patrick Jane in the spotlights. He had never been able to continue sleeping while it was light, although he pretended to. That was simply for his own amusement. In order to properly sleep, it had to be dark and he had to be bone-tired.
He was wide awake now. He sighed and got up slowly, rubbing his upper leg and yawning a bit. As he walked downstairs, he smelled rather than heard someone making coffee in the kitchen and, ready for some beverage to wake him up as well, he followed his nose and found the kitchen. There, he saw a tiny, slender woman leaning against the kitchen counter with her back towards him – and he saw she was wearing his shirt. Her dark hair was draped over her shoulders, all messy and disheveled.
He was reluctant with his smile, contradicting his reactions in previous scenarios similar to this one. What if it was simply a beautiful dream but nothing more? And this would just be another woman he picked up on the streets to fill in a gap only one woman in his life could fill? He would only hurt himself.
"Morning," he said, trying to sound casual but deep down, he was anxious. The lady turned around and he couldn't even experience the first stages of a build-up to his 1000-watt smile because it hit him from behind, and so did the tears that were already streaming down his cheeks.
She smiled sweetly at him and crossed the space between them, slipping her arms around his waist as though she had been doing this for years. She held him close, burying her head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, occasionally brushing her hair, learning its texture and remembering how it felt to run his fingers through the long, dark strands while they were making passionate love.
"Morning," she replied, her beautiful voice like satin in his ear.
She wasn't a dream. Their beautiful night together hadn't been a dream – it was real.
And he had finally woken up with the right woman.
A/N: Okay, so let me know what you think, please!