He looks at her, and smiles. The only light, is from the moon, peering in her window. He rolls over, reaching for his boxers.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"I should go. You never know when your mother may pop in."
"That only happened once, and not to you."
"Are you still caught up with the one that got away?"
"I am tired of looking for mister right."
"You know that this is going to come back, and bite us in the ass, don't you?"
"I don't care."
"You know that we've stayed up, way too late," he reminds her.
"The morning wake up call is going to be hell," she adds.
"I'll bring you coffee."
"You're so good to me."
"How is it, that I always end up here, in your bed? We shouldn't be here, not together. It's against the laws of nature."
"Against the laws of nature? How do you figure?"
"Because it can't always be this good."
"But, it always is," she argues.
"Until tomorrow morning, when you make me blush, and you pray that no one notices."
"You blush all of the time," she points out.
"This is a bad idea."
"You say that every time."
"Jane, that is because it's true. It is a bad idea."
She pulls the sheet up, around her, naked body. Her toes touch his leg. She rolls onto her side, to look at him. Her elbow rests on the mattress, and her hand rests on her palm. She flips her hair out of her face, and smiles, devilishly.
"I don't like that look on your face," he admits.
She reaches over him. She opens the drawer, to the bedside table, next to him. She pulls something out. He catches a glimpse, of something shiny.
"After being handcuffed to a bed, by a pervert, you're really willing to..."
She cuts him off, with a stifled laugh, "They're not for me," she reveals.
"Oh."
Before he can protest she has him handcuffed, to her bedpost. She laughs.
"No," he argues.
"I like to be in control."
"I always let you be in control. I'm just not sure how I feel about being handcuffed to your bed."
"I'll leave you one free hand."
"Jane..."
"Don't be such a baby."
"I should get going. I've already stayed too long."
"Are you afraid that we're going to get caught?"
"Aren't you?"
"It's part of the game," she points out.
"I am tired of playing games."
"So what are you going to do about it?"
He leans forward, and grabs her, with his free hand. He kisses her. She falls on top of him. The sheet is barely between them.
A couple of hours later, she stirs, when she feels him crawl out of bed. She reaches over, and grabs his arm.
"Not yet," she argues.
He sets on the edge of the bed, with no shirt on, wearing his boxers. The moon has moved, and the room is now very dark. She wraps the sheet around her. She scoots closer to him. Her knees rest on the mattress, and she wraps her arms around him, from behind. She kisses his shoulder. He touches her hand.
"It's almost five o'clock. I've got to go."
"You always go."
"You know that we can't do this, forever. Eventually, one of us is going to meet someone, that we want to be with. And then, this charade is going to be over."
"Stay."
"I can't."
"But..."
"If I stay, I'm just your dirty little secret."
"And if you go?"
"I'm still your dirty little secret, but no one else will know."
"You're no fun," she whines.
"Don't make me tell our little secret."
"Who would you tell?"
"Who would make you squirm, the most? Korsak? Maura? Your mother?"
She gives him a playful push, "Ok, you can go now."
"My place, next time?"
"We'll see," she plays with him.
He leaves the room, and she rolls over, and falls back asleep. She doesn't bother to cover up. The alarm rings, too soon. She's barely hit snooze, when someone knocks on her door. She ignores whoever is knocking. Her phone starts buzzing. She reaches over on the nightstand. She grabs the hand, and silences it. The knocking starts up again. Now, it's louder.
"Open up!" a voice calls.
Barely awake, Jane pulls on the first thing that she comes in contact with. It just happens to be a pair of boy-shorts, and a tank top. She makes her way to the door, in bare feet. She doesn't look at the peephole, she just opens the door.
Maura looks at her, in disbelief. She shakes her head.
"Morning, I brought coffee," Maura offers, in a chipper tone.
"Too early. Not awake yet."
"Get awake, we've got a case."
"But..."
"Go get in the shower, we have a murder to solve."
Jane groans, as she walks away. "I'll be out in a few," she reveals, from the bathroom. She takes a quick shower, making sure to scrub any scent off of her. She washes her hair, and then gets out of the shower. She pulls her wet hair into a ponytail, and quickly gets dressed. She returns to the living room, and takes her cup of coffee, from Maura.
"You look exhausted."
"I was up late last night."
"Couldn't sleep, again? Are you having nightmares, again."
"Yeah, something like that," Jane lies.