Authors Note: Ok, so I know I promised smut in this chapter, but as I was writing it last nght two things happened. 1) it took on a mind of it's own, and 2) my kids wouldn't go to sleep and were in bed with me. It was kind of funny really, my daughter kept getting mad because mama was watching Simon Baker and she wanted to watch Jacks Big Music Show. I CANNOT write smut with my kids in bed with me, so I just kept typing and this is what came out. Sure i could have written on another one of my fics, but I didn't. That being said, this is not betaed, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Other than the a for mentioned errors, nothing in this story belongs to me, not even Nick and Lulu.
What the hell! Was her only thought as she fell into bed alone that night. This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend off, no cases, no stress, just her and the TV and a big bowl of Ice Cream, and now, Jane had gone and showed up and well, that didn't end so well.
Just checking something. What the hell type of excuse is that? What the hell was he checking? My reaction, to see if he really had feelings for me, if his equipment still worked. That last thought made her groan, that thought that she had just been some sort of, or experiment was not boding well for the whole sleep thing. She was frustrated and more than a little bit horny at this point, and it was all his fault. No, no I was there too. I should have never kissed him that second time; he's probably off somewhere laughing hysterically at the spectacle I made of myself. I can't believe it.
She eventually did fall into a fitful sleep marred with dreams of blond consultants and hot sex against her front door, and she woke up in a worse mode than when she had gone to sleep. A night dreaming about sex with a man who obviously didn't think the same way was never a good thing. She took a long shower, attempting to wash off the sticky sweaty feeling that her dreams had left her with and was disappointed to see that it wasn't even 8:00 am yet.
It's just not fair. It's my day off; I should be sleeping in, not getting up with the sun. This is not ok, it's not fair. Jane's supposed to be the one having problems sleeping not me. Realizing that she wasn't going to be able to get any sleep, especially as she had already showered for the day, she got dressed in casual, non work clothes, plain jean shorts and a t shirt, and not bothering to do her hair, she grabbed her keys to run some errands. She hadn't been to the grocery store for a decent shopping trip in over a month, and her supply of ice cream and bottled water was running low.
She opened her front door and had to jump back as Jane fell into her apartment. "What the hell Jane! What are you doing here, sitting on my front step, leaning against my front door, falling into my apartment, why are you here?"
Jane quickly scrambled up to a standing position, just inside her front door. "I don't think that last night ended very well, and well, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to come over and talk with you, but it was early still, I didn't want to wake you up, and well I guess you were already up."
"No kidding." Lisbon said whishing he was still outside so she could have the satisfaction of slamming the door in his face. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked moving aside so he could come further into her apartment and then shut the door.
"Well, about last night, I don't think…"
"Nothing happened last night Jane, so there's nothing to talk about." She walked into the kitchen, so much for getting a coffee at my favorite place down the street she thought as she started coffee brewing, if she was going to go 10 rounds with Jane this morning, she was going to need it.
"That's what we need to talk about. You wanted something to happen last night; you were disappointed when it didn't."
"No, I didn't want anything to happen, and as I recall, you started it." Lisbon turned to look at him shooting him a hard glare.
"I didn't mean anything by it; it was just a kiss, between friends." Jane said, trying to brush it off, she was obviously bothered by it, but he didn't know what to do.
"We're not that type of friends Jane, so let's just forget it, ok?" She turned away from him again to pour her cup of coffee. Even though it was still burning hot, she brought it up to take a cautious sip, she needed the distraction.
"But I want to be." Jane said coming up behind her and whispering in her ear, causing her to shiver and put the coffee cup down on the counter.
"I don't think you mean that." Lisbon said quietly.
"Sure I do." He was trying to keep his voice casual, but was having a hard time of it. He was going to say more, but instead settled for rubbing his hands up and down her arms, enjoying the feel of her warm soft skin against his hands.
"No you don't Jane. You just think you do. Really if we had gone any further last night, I'm sure we'd be having a much different conversation this morning." She was still facing the counter, she was afraid to turn around and see his face, afraid that she might see that same look form last night, the 'I want you now' look.
"I don't know; I make a mean omelet. I think you'd like it."
She could hear the smile in his voice and couldn't help but smile as well; it was contagious, even when she couldn't see it. "What, are you going to cook me breakfast now?"
"Well, yea, breakfast in bed. But first, we'd have to be in the bed." He bent down and let his lips cares her neck, nuzzling it slightly.
She was having a hard time concentrating on the conversation, with what he was doing to her neck. "Don't start something you can't finish Jane." She said in a hushed tone, knowing that if he started again, she wouldn't be able to stop, but afraid at the same time that he would just pull away again.
"I'm sorry about last night, truly I am. I never meant for that to happen." And as he said it she felt the anger and humiliation that she had been feeling last night bubble over again. Pushing back against the counter and shoving him away from her she turned around.
"Never meant for it to happen! You never meant for it to happen? What the hell Jane, what were you thinking showing up at my apartment last night, uninvited, weaseling your way into my relaxation routine just so you could accost me for some experiment then leave me high and dry? Were you thinking I was going to just slam the door in your face, or tell you off or threaten you with my gun? Is that what you meant by 'just checking something?' Because if you wanted to know if I'd kiss you back all you had to was ask."
"Oh like you would tell me the truth. Yea right. You would lie through your teeth, and then you would deny it."
"If you didn't always point it out I wouldn't feel the need to deny it. Just let me think I can lie to you once or twice, give me an ego boost. You are such an insufferable little prick."
"Well you could try telling me truth every once in a while, then I wouldn't need to trick it out of you." He was trying to stay calm and collected, but the way her eyes flashed when she was angry at him, it made him want to do some very inappropriate things to her, with her. It was almost too much.
"Ok, you want the truth. The truth is that I think you are one of the biggest pains in the ass that I have ever met. You're an egotistical, arrogant, know it all who doesn't know when to stop. You use people like pawns in your little games, you think we're only here for your amusement. You're really just using us all to get at what you really want, Red John, and the second you have him you'll throw us all away like pieces of trash. And you won't care who you leave in your wake. You won't care that we care about you; that I care about you, you'll just do what you do and you won't care."
Jane looked at her in shock. He'd had no idea she kept all that bottled up inside. "Wow, Lisbon, I had no idea." He just stood there looking at her, not sure what to say to make it all better, that's what he always did, and now, he didn't think he could do it. "You know I care about you. That's why I came over last night. I knew that this last case had been hard on you, hell, it was hard on all of us, and I wanted to make sure you were ok. I just, we were sitting there, talking about that show of yours and Nick and Lulu going at it like a couple of teenagers, and I looked at you and you were just so gorgeous. Your eyes light up when you argue with me, even when it's just a silly argument, like is your TV crush going to have sex with his girlfriend. You get so animated, I just couldn't help myself, I had to kiss you. I had to see if it would make it go away."
"Make what go away?"
"The over whelming desire to…to just well, to do this." And without warning he took a step forward grabbed her arms and pressed his lips to hers in a hard, crushing kiss.
She broke it off, not wanting to get caught in the same trap as last night. "It's not funny to mess with people's emotions Jane. I know it's some sort of game to you, but please, just leave me out of it."
"You still think I'm playing you? That I don't care for you?" He looked searchingly into her eyes, causing her to look away. "You think I am only using you. I'm not. At least, I'm trying not to. That's why I left last night; I didn't want you to think I was just after pity sex, or sympathy sex or whatever. I wanted our first time to be special, to be memorable, and not after a horrible day following a horrible week. I wanted to give you a chance to think about it, to make sure you really want it."
"No you didn't. You were just being selfish. Obviously I wanted it. Any idiot could have seen that."
"I'm sorry." This last part was said in barely a whisper.
Lisbon looked at him with her head cocked to one side, studying his face, he did look truly sorry. Wither it was an act or not was not important right now. Without warning she threw her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers for a hungry kiss, pouring into it all the emotion, want and need she had been feeling. It didn't surprise her one bit when he started to hungrily kiss her back.