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Thank you to Hazmatt for reviewing, it's very much appreciated, I hope you guys enjoy this, for Jisbon shippers anywhere!

Queen Em xxx

All these years have taught me,

There is always a second chance.

It's forgiveness that I seek

And not romance.

-Show of Hands

Lisbon awoke in the early hours of the morning to a strange rustling sound and the notion that there was someone in her bedroom with her. Needing a moment to regain her senses, after all it was not often that she woke up at 3AM, naked after a night of passion, especially with her maverick consultant. Would it be awkward now? The night itself had been far from awkward, thrilling, sensual and downright good. Jane knew how to touch a woman, and indeed how to make them moan, how to lay them down and push them over the edge. Lisbon sighed contently, allowing herself to remember the pleasure for a moment. However, when she recognised the sound to be of someone dressing, she had a moment of inner turmoil. To speak or not to speak? To pretend it never happened, blame it on the tough case and use some sort of female related excuse to justify her horniness. Yet part of her didn't want to do that, part of her wanted to slap him, but after that throw him down on the bed and hold him, tell him it was all right to feel again, it was all right to be with a woman again and it was all right to love again, because, although she swore she never would, she was falling for him. Her heart in her chest she turned over swiftly, "Don't go." Her voice was hoarse and she reached for a sip of water knowing this was going to be a long... exchange... she didn't want to call it a discussion as that would imply calmness...

"I have to." Jane replied quietly.

"No you don't." Lisbon sat up and looked at him, he was sat in the edge of the other side of the bed doing up his trousers, his movements brisk.

"I do Lisbon, you know I do."

"You weren't calling me Lisbon last night." She said, her churlish tone initially unintentional but she couldn't help herself.

"No." Jane agreed softly.

"Please," Lisbon swore she wasn't going to beg and she wasn't. She was too proud and he didn't deserve that, but she couldn't keep the pleading edge out of her voice. "Please stay, we can talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about." He snapped as he scrambled around looking for his discarded shirt.

"There's everything to talk about. We slept together Jane, deal with it, it doesn't mean we're together, it doesn't mean things have to be different, especially at work, but it means something."

"I can't let it mean something!" Jane's voice was shrill, on the verge of cracking. "I can't. If it means something then you mean something, we are something. And I can't have that something again I can't do that to myself, to her or to you."

"She'd want you to be happy Jane."

Jane turned around to face her, his face had a pained expression, he looked angry like he would shout at her, but he also, more noticeably, looked distraught, like he would break down at any moment.

"I don't deserve happiness."

He bowed his head, giving up his conquest for his dress shirt.

"Yes you do," Lisbon sat behind him and wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, although he didn't react she carried on talking, "you deserve a second chance, I'm not asking you to forget your wife and daughter they are a part of you and always will be, like they should be. But do you think they would want to see you like this, ruining your chance at happiness because of your own guilt, pride, fear, I don't know. I'm not saying what we have, what we did is love, it's not even a relationship, it was sex. But I think it could turn into something and I don't want you to throw that chance away."

Jane's shoulders shook and as a lone tear rolled down his cheek Lisbon kissed his cheek softly, running her fingers through his tousled hair.

"I don't think I can." Jane whispered, "Last night was incredible, you're incredible but I'll hurt you Teresa, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me, I know you're scared, I am too, but I want us to try, I want us to try and have something." She kissed his neck softly and he let out a small gasp when she nipped his skin, soothing the area with the gentle caresses of her tongue.

"We can do this, Patrick."

"I want to, I want you, I want us." He trailed off and turned to kiss her, the sheet she had wrapped around her bare body slowly slipping down, Lisbon made no effort to stop it and their kiss got more intense as Lisbon ran her hands down Jane's body. Jane took her hands and brought them to his lips, "Let's just lie here together until morning. Is that okay?" Lisbon smiled, blinking back the tears in her bright eyes, "that's perfect." He slipped his trousers back off and she untangled herself from the sheet and the lay back in the bed, arms wrapped around each other, both scared as hell but both willing, both longing to turn it into something beautiful.