Chapter 2
Okay, so basically I couldn't wait to post this chapter, probably the last one. I might do a sequel.
Three days had passed since Lisbon had put her new plan into action. It had been three beautiful days at that. It wasn't easy to ignore all the cocky remarks Jane had thrown at her. It took all the good in the world and all in her to restrain herself from planting one on Jane. Not a kiss, a slap. That man really rattled her nerves.
Sure enough, he did all he could think of to get under her skin, there were twitches but nothing got through. How she kept herself composed was beyond him. Jane had been especially irritating for the past few days.
Lisbon was still in her office a few hours after the others had left. Her mind fixed on her work; she failed to notice someone came in and was standing at her door outside.
Three knocks brought her attention to the shadowy figure. She cleared her throat and hesitantly gave permission for whoever it was to enter. Who could it possibly be so late? She thought everyone had left.
A certain curly, blond head of hair poked his head through her door, and smiled slightly.
"Jane. I didn't think you knew how to knock," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. There was something wrong with her usually cheery pain in the ass; strangely he looked broken, like an old dog.
"You okay?" Lisbon asked slightly concerned. Okay, very concerned but he need not know that.
"There's something I need to talk to you about," he said carefully.
Lisbon took a seat and motioned for him to do the same.
"I love you."
Lisbon looked at him like he was insane, she probably misheard him.
"Um, sorry what?"
"I love you," he repeated, looking her in the eyes.
"Jane, I—" she started but was cut off as Jane started laughing.
She looked at him questioningly. Okay, so he really is insane.
"What's so funny?"
"You," he retorted. Now all she had to do was keep him busy so she could call the psychiatric ward.
"I can't believe you. I know what you've been up to Lisbon."
She glared at him, choosing to play along. That was cruel, saying he loved her when he didn't, but she wish he did.
"And what exactly is that?"
"You, my dear, are not as clever as you think. I knew that you were ignoring me all along, and so I chose to play along just to humor you." He had that stupid grin on his face, the one she hated, yet secretly loved.
Her glare intensified greatly. Damn! She thought she finally had one on him.
"You're an open book to me, Teresa. There's nothing you can hide from me." He smirked as he rested his feet on her desk. She shivered as he said her name, it never had sounded better.
She shoved his feet off and folded her arms as she laughed and got up.
"Really Jane, there's so much you don't know."
He got up also and gave her a wide smile. He then leaned in close, "Trust me, I know everything," he said barely over a whisper.
She took a step back, "Then tell me. What am I thinking right now?" she challenged.
He took a step closer.
"You're thinking, 'I wish Jane would shut up and kiss me already.'"
She took another step back, he took one forward. She was now backed up against the wall with nowhere to move. He was so close; she could feel his breath on her cheek. If she even nudged forward they would be pressed up against each other. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she sure she could hear his. Her eyes fell on his lips and she felt her knees drop. He was about to say something when she stopped him.
"Jane," she whispered, "Shut up and kiss me already.
He smiled sweetly before he bent his head and captured her lips in a sweet, soft kiss. She drew her hands to his neck and replied easily. Finally they broke apart for need of air. She looked up at him and he thought he had never seen her look more beautiful; flustered as blush crept to her cheeks.
"I wasn't kidding," he said, "I do love you."
He brushed his fingers lightly across her cheeks as she bit her lip, "I love you too," she whispered before he bent down again to capture her lips in another kiss.
A/N: VERY fun to write, hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think.
