Insomnia
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Chapter Two
They share a bed one night. It's perfectly innocent, a convention in town, a mistake with the reservations. It happens more often than Lisbon would like. They're both mature adults. It's just one night. The bed is big enough for the both of them. Jane makes a flippant suggestion about putting a pillow down the middle. Lisbon returns quickly, questioning his mental age. She wakes up before the alarm goes off, with Jane's solid warmth pressed against her back, his face buried in her hair. His free arm curls around her waist, his hand resting just below her breasts. Her first thought is that it's the longest she's ever known him to stay asleep. It's intimate, and delicious, and the temptation to just fall asleep again is overwhelming. But she's his boss, and he still lives in the house his wife and daughter died in.
The end
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