A/N: So I should be updating my other stories, but I couldn't stop thinking about the awesome promo pics for 6x16. I'm so excited! This is what I imagine happening even though I have no idea what is actually supposed to happen. Please let me know what you think!
1:00pm, Tuesday afternoon, Hotel Rio
"Jane, there are people watching us," Lisbon whispers into her champagne glass. She puts it to her lips and takes a sip to cover up the comment from prying eyes. She and Jane are sitting poolside on a cream-colored sofa. It's large enough to fit six, but they are the only current occupants. They're posing as a rich couple looking to buy high-end artwork. Jane is a rich business man, while Lisbon is his beautiful partner. There have been a string of art-related murders, involving a man named Gabriel Ortiz as the FBI's main suspect. Abbot assigned Lisbon and Jane to pose as art dealers looking to spend a whole lot of money and make friends with Ortiz.
Lisbon looks around, scanning the crowd. Three men are sitting at the bar fifty feet across from them, glancing not so subtlety in their direction. They might as well put blinking lights above them, they stick out like sore thumbs. Besides the men, all Lisbon sees are groups of half naked, rich women walking around carrying alcoholic beverages.
"Ah, yes I see them", Jane says with a fake smile plastered on his face. He wraps an arm around Lisbon's shoulders and pulls her closer to his body. Her already short dress has now hiked halfway up her thigh at the movement. Her bare leg is pressed flush against Jane's suit-covered leg. She can feel the heat radiating from underneath the fabric. It was already a hot summer day and Jane chose to wear a suit and scarf in order to look professional. He wanted to seem like an approachable business man, he had said. Yet, he suggested that she dress as some kind of arm candy. Lisbon basically felt naked, the dress barely covered anything.
"They're getting suspicious", he whispers into her ear. His breath is hot on her skin. Lisbon places her hand on his thigh and starts to rub it back and forth suggestively. The hand he had resting on her shoulder clenches in surprise. She feels his leg muscles tense under her touch. She tilts her head slightly to sneak a peek at his face and can instantly tell that he's uncomfortable. They've never touched so intimately before. She removes her hand and reaches across his body to take his drink. Her chest accidentally brushes his and he twitches in surprise. Lisbon has never seen him so jumpy before. She continues to stretch across him when their hands touch. His is warm and a little wet from the glass' condensation. She leaves her hand lingering for a couple of seconds, then removes it and pulls her body away. Lisbon leans down to place the glasses on the table set up in front of them. She can feel Jane's eyes following her every movement. She's still leaning over the table when she feels his palm tentatively touch her lower back, almost possessively. The heat from his hand spreads up her back. She feels it moving to her face, causing a slight blush on her cheeks.
Suddenly, she turns back towards Jane. She raises her arm and let's it fall across his shoulder in an intimate gesture. Then moves her head towards the side of his face. She whispers seductively, "are they still watching?"
"Even more," he says back.
She pulls away from his ear, but keeps her face close to his. They are only separated by a couple of inches. She can't believe what she's about to do, but sees no other way around it. Without warning, she swings a leg around both of Jane's, pushing both of her knees into the couch. She's completely on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands naturally come to rest on both sides of her hips, gripping tightly. Her arms wrap around his neck and her wrist can feel his pulse skyrocketing. She hesitantly meets his eyes. His pupils are completely dilated and his mouth is hanging slightly open. His breathing is quickened and hot on her face. His eyes continuously glance from her lips to her own eyes, waiting for her to make a move. She catches herself doing the same thing. Lisbon's mind has forgotten all about the undercover mission. The only thing she can focus on is him. His handsome face, warm hands, and inviting eyes. She thinks that she actually sees desire in his eyes. He couldn't want her. Could he? She wants to taste his mouth and run her hands through his thick curls. She's always dreamt of doing it. Her fingers have already started to run up and down the back of his neck, gently combing through his hair. She takes one last look at his lips and dives in. She presses her whole body flush against his own. She feels his hands tighten around her tiny waist, pulling her closer. Their kisses are slow at first, little samplings of one another. Lisbon can feel the building passion between them. She's overcome with explosive lust and love for Jane. She's daydreamed about what he would feel like, but the reality is so much better. Her hands slide to his face. She grabs his head and gently combs her fingers through his hair. This seems to ignite a fire in him. He pulls her impossibly closer, one hand squeezing the back of her dress, while the other comes to rest on her face. His thumb rubs her cheek soothingly. It makes her feel comforted and loved. Their mouths are now fighting for dominance, giving each other hot, openmouthed kisses. Tongues dueling, teeth biting, both panting. She feels desire burning within her and also in him, evidenced by the bulge in his pants pressing against her.
"Well I guess we should buy you two a room as a welcoming gift," a man's voice calls out to them. Lots of chuckling follows the comment.
Lisbon's hands freeze on Jane's face and then they fall into her lap. They pull their lips apart and Jane runs a comforting hand along her arm. He trails all the way to her hand and gives it a tight squeeze for reassurance. They briefly look at each other, then pull away. Lisbon extracts herself from Jane's lap. She sits in her original seat next to him on the couch. She takes a few calming breaths, while pulling her dress back down to her thighs.
"That's a pity. We already have a room, but thanks for the offer," Jane bites back. He throws his arm back around Lisbon's body, resting it on her hip.
Lisbon freezes internally. Damn it, he is going to get us killed, she thinks. She looks at the men in front of them. It's the same ones that were watching them from the bar. They are all wearing sunglasses and expensive suits. All three are clean cut, visibly packing, muscular, and look to be Hispanic.
"Funny man," the middle one replies with a smirk. He's the shortest one out of the bunch, but appears to be the one in charge. "And who might you be beautiful?," he questions looking to Lisbon as he blatantly checks her out.
"Someone who's on vacation with a friend. And who're you?," Lisbon replies dismissively.
"Wow, you two are something. You should show a little respect. We run this hotel. I like to get to know people who come into my territory." The man fold his arms defensively.
"I'm a business man. Looking to make some deals. Heard this was the place to visit," Jane intervenes. He leans forward, picks up his drink, and tosses the whole thing back in one go.
"And what kind of business would that be?," the man questions.
"High end items," Jane replies.
"Ahhh I see. What makes you think I'd want to do business with you?"
"I don't want business with you," Jane says with a laugh.
At this point Lisbon is screaming internally. She wants to punch Jane.
"What did you say? Are you loco in the head?", the man moves forward threateningly pointing at his own head.
"I want business with your boss. And that would be...," Jane trails off for a few seconds. "This gentleman, to the left of you", he says while pointing at the other man. The man that Jane points toward is the tallest and least built. He doesn't react to Jane's accusation.
The middle man keeps talking. "You don't know what you're talking about. I should gut you right here and now. You disrespectful-"
"Hector! That's enough," the man that Jane pointed out interrupts.
Jane smirks and Lisbon relaxes into his side.
"Very good," the new man steps forward, praising Jane. "Gabriel Ortiz...call me Gabriel." He extends his arm to shake Jane's. "And you are?"
"Patrick," Jane says, sitting up to shake the man's hand.
So thanks for reading. I'm going to continue it. I have no idea for how long. Hopefully just a couple more chapters, but that's what I always say. Pleaseeeeee review if you enjoyed it! Thanks :)