The first thing that Lisbon experienced the next day was a horrible aching sensation in her head. What on earth had happened last night. She could remember certain aspects of it... she had definitely not gone to sleep immediately.

Yawning deeply, she raised a hand to her forehead and rubbed it profusely, trying her hardest to recall the events of the previous night. Then, horrified, she sat up straight. Still bleary-eyed, she turned her head slowly to the side of her and observed the man in the bed next to her. Sure enough, Jane lay there, half a smile on his smooth face.

Lisbon gulped loudly. This was so innaproriate! They worked together didn't they? Being in a relationship with a colleague was too unprofessional for her.

In addition... Jane was one of the hardest people to have a relationship with.

Lisbon flopped herself hopelessly back onto her pillows. What was she going to do at work around him now?

Things were never going to be the same between them. Yes, they'd flirted before; but she'd never expected this to happen. The worst thing about this whole situation was though that, beneath all of the guilt and the shame, Lisbon felt a slight, tiny drop of pleasure within herself.

She felt annoyed at herself. This probably wasn't anything anyway. By the next day, Jane would go back to acting mysterious and independent like he always did again.

whatever this was, it probably had nothing to do with genuin feelings. It couldn't...

At once, Lisbon rolled out of bed only to realise that she was completely naked. Gasping with embarrassment, Lisbon hurriedly grabbed some clothes from her wardrobe and dragged herself into it.

She observed her reflection in the mirror: she was a mess. Her hair was scruffy and all over the place and her cheeks were a vivid red.

Absently, Lisbon ran her thin fingers through her hair. In the mirror, she spotted Jane stirring. She decided to leave the house for work before he properly awoke. She couldn't face him.

Jane walked into Lisbon's office at work later that day. Lisbon was already sitting on the couch. Jane staggered slightly as he approached her gracelessly flopping onto the couch beside her. She tried to relax in his presence but the tie on her stupid suit was bothering her intensely. Suits were so stupid… and uncomfortable. Lisbon regretted putting them on.

She tried to take it off but couldn't quite manage it.

'Need some help?' a mild voice asked. Jane leaned slowly closer towards her.

'Jane I'm not a child,' she grumbled. Jane laughed, it wasn't everyday he saw Lisbon in a sexy black blazer, it was actually quite erotic.

After a couple of seconds fumbling with the tie, she resigned t sighing, 'Could you help me please? I need to get this tie off. It's irritating the crap out of me.'

'Okay,' he said gently. He carefully undid the knot while Lisbon tried not to look at him. "There you go," he carefully detached the tie.

'Thank you,' she whispered.

'I could take you to the closet if you want,' he offered, grinning.

'No, I'm comfortable here,' replied Lisbon coldly.

'Have I done something?' Inquired Jane, his tone changing into that of curiosity.

Lisbon didn't answer immediately. Instead she just stared at her feet for a few seconds before mumbling, 'is this all a game to you?'

'A game?'

'You are using this whole job, all of us. You're hearts not in this. The only thing you want is red John. You'd do anything to get to him. And when you do. You're just going to leave. You don't care about hurting me.'

'No,' frowned Jane, 'you're one of a kind. It was never the prospect of catching red john that kept me going; it was you. And I know I could never leave you.'

Lisbon looked up at him in surprise.

'You mean that?'

Jane chuckled, 'I wouldn't lie about something like that.' He pressed a soft kiss onto her forehead. He stood up to leave but Lisbon caught his wrist.

"Don't' go," she whined. 'Stay with me.'

Jane was sorely tempted, "I don't know…"

'Please. I want to love you.'

'Okay, move over,' he smirked mischievously. She settled back down on top of him. Jane couldn't help wrapping his arms around her, caressing her body chastely. Lisbon arched and purred like a cat.

"Mmmm this feels good," she burrowed her face in his neck, passing a hand over his chest. Jane had to hold in a moan, good was an understatement. She was so soft, so warm, it felt like nothing else. The only light was the moonlight. Lisbon got up on her elbow and lowered her head to kiss him. She pulled back just a little and went for another, then another. They immediately went from sleepy and peaceful to hot and fiery. Lisbon maneuvered herself on top of him as Jane grabbed her hips and pushed her down on him. Moans erupted and their movements sped.

"Jane more please," Lisbon pled. She tried to move but he was effectively pinning her down. The build-up was intense, she had to come, she was losing her mind. "Jane please, fuck me Jane!" Finally he moved again, she felt she could cry with relief. He splayed one hand on the side her head, keeping her ear to his mouth.

"Yes," he sped up, the onslaught of sensation was unbearable. The blanket trapped the heat, fueling her already overheated skin but there was nothing she could do to escape. She was helpless, she was his, the thought alone turned her on.

She clamped down on him and he felt himself releasing but didn't slow down. Their cries echoed throughout the room, occasionally muffled by a kiss until the highs ebbed away to be replaced by exhaustion. Panting and gasping, Jane managed to pull himself up to see her face and cupped her cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked. Lisbon nodded, her eyelids already half-closed. She pulled him down and they held each other as they kissed gently.

A gasp of horror sounded behind them and they both turned around to see Van Pelt in the doorway of the office, her mouth wide open in shock. Behind her stood Rigsby, who appeared to be suppressing a grin.