Superman had straight hair.
The Lone Ranger had waves in his long locks.
Teresa Lisbon's hero had curls that he tried to tame with lots of brushing while they were still wet from his shower.
He failed miserably – one of the few times he didn't get something he wanted.
Lisbon stared at the cute blond strands as her hero explained some obscure point of truth to their boss Abbott. As Jane's arm gestured and his head bobbed, those adorable circles of silk bounced joyfully, as though his enthusiasm for his plan was trying to escape the confines of his magnificent brain.
Maybe he stored some of his smarts in those curls, she thought playfully.
That very morning, she'd taken that hair by the handful while she moaned and tried to remain on earth while his tongue sent her to the stars. More fantastic talent of a brilliant lover. He always knew…
But when they were at work and he was dressed in his self-imposed uniform of three-piece suit and dress shirt, mostly it was the hair that got her thinking about making love to him. It was always there, looking sexy and touchable. The memories of her fingers tangled in those golden locks took her -
"Lisbon? Are you alright?"
She jumped as her boss's voice, full of concern, interrupted her thoughts.
"What?"
Her gaze darted from Jane and his knowing smirk, to Abbott, who looked slightly worried.
"What?" she asked again.
"I asked if you're alright. You looked so far away."
She started again. "No, no, I'm hair…I mean…here."
Abbott glanced at Jane who attempted a look of innocent confusion as he shrugged.
"Okay," Abbott said. "Let me know if I need to get you a paper bag. You seemed on the verge of hyperventilating."
Lisbon swallowed hard. "No, really. I'm fine."
For a moment, her boss smirked at Jane and then he shook his head as he stood up from behind his desk.
"I'll give you a minute to gather yourself, while I fetch a bottle of water."
Abruptly he left the office. Jane looked at Lisbon again as he burst out chuckling.
"I'm going to have to get you dark sunglasses if you're going to keep staring at me like that."
As her mouth dropped open, he chuckled again.
"Good move, Miss 'Let's-Keep-Our-Affair-On-The-Downlow'. No eye sex hair…I mean, here."