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Unpredicted Marriage 2

One week later

His head was spinning because of the alcohol. There was a weight on his chest. He didn't pay attention. The weight was warm and comfy and he didn't want it gone. But suddenly the warmth moved. Strange he thought; he didn't think warmth moved. But if he grabbed it stronger, would it stop? His fingers curled to hold on to the source of heat and encountered something solid; something sooth, like skin. He followed the curve and was stopped in his progress by cotton fabric. Ah, cloth. When he pushed the material out of his way, he was rewarded by a soft sigh. A woman's sigh. He inhaled, trying to catch some new information with another sense. Cinnamon. The only woman he knew, smelling like cinnamon, was…

"Lisbon?"

The gentle response, a quiet moan, triggered a feeling he had not felt for some time. He liked it. He liked the sound she returned. He liked when she shivered under his touch. And he liked it because it wasn't any woman. This was Lisbon. This was Lisbon he was touching and from what he could hear, she liked it too.

"Jane."

When she whispered his name so softly, so lustily, something broke in him and he rolled them to rest on top of her. The curtains could not stop the faint glow that lightened her face, showing off the rawness in her eyes. It had been too long since he touched a woman's body, and truthfully he never did because he didn't feel ready. But with Lisbon, it was different. With Lisbon…

He stopped thinking when her fingers slipped in his hair, bringing his face closer to her and kissed him. As he expected, her lips were soft, pliant and warm, she tasted like cinnamon. His hands teased the edge of her shirt and pulled it up, leaving her skin uncovered. Her fingers attacked his buttoned shirt… he paused, a sudden thought crossing his mind. Why was he in his shirt, when they were in bed? A warm tongue licking his neck prevented him from thinking further and when she arched against him…

Jane straightened in his bed, mouth wide open and extremely turned on. Mental images of a naked Lisbon struggling underneath him invaded his mind and he had to breathe deeply to get rid of the delightful but forbidden sensation on his body. He closed his eyes, hoping it would be easier for it to go away, but it was in vain. Fake memories of her scent, her warmth and eagerness would hit him vividly again and again. Fake, because now they knew how they got hitched and how they ended in bed together and… naked. The last thought sent another unwanted message to his lower body and he groaned in desperation. One week. During a whole week these realistic fantasies had plagued his mind. And during a whole week he had avoided her, not being able to look at her without seeing her stripping out of her clothes with slow movements and a lazy smile on her face…

This stream of thought was NOT helping. And besides, this was LISBON for crying out loud! He did not fantasy about the closest thing he had to a best friend. His cute, smart, funny, charming, sexy and hot best friend. Erase those last ones he scolded his brain with a frown.

He sighed deeply and stepped out of bed. During the former days, he would indulge himself in daydreaming a bit. Today, he had to be at his best. So off he was for another cold shower…

-UM-

It was very serene afternoon, with a bright sunshine and peaceful atmosphere. The three agents of the SCU were working on the details of the previous case; yet from time to time, Rigsby's concentration would fail. From time to time, he would glance at the door of his boss's office -where she and Jane had been for at least fifteen minutes- biting his lower lip. Since their return from Vegas, there was that tension between them, heaviness Rigsby couldn't help but feel guilty about. The consultant would barely stay in the same place with Lisbon, and their boss acted awkwardly around him as well. It wasn't supposed to turn out that way. Lisbon and Jane were not supposed to stay behind.

"We should tell them" the redhead rookie shot, interrupting his thoughts. "We should have told them earlier" Her guilty conscience was evident in her voice. "This was a bad idea."

Cho shook his head and sighed. Despite his poker face, Rigsby knew he felt the remorse too:

"What is done is done. But this has lasted too long. It's chilly around…"

The Asian man didn't have time to finish his sentence. The room suddenly turned dead silent when a loud protest echoed out of the not-totally closed door of the office.

"Jane, it's not because we made a truce that you can make me do whatever you want… I mean I don't want to try this here, at work of all places! This is definitely not professional."

"Aw don't blush my dear" came Jane's cheerful and teasing reply. "I didn't know you'd be so against it."

"You get all the pleasure from watching me doing it; it's no fun for me. I don't want to... put my hand there. Zip it back and do it on your own, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself more."

The three agents glanced at each other uneasily. Sure they weren't talking about what they thought, right?

"You'll agree in the end and you know it."

There was a groan of protest, then a silence. A very tensed silence as a hushed "quiet, you're being too noisy" from Jane was the last thing heard before the door was pushed to be locked. The three agents threw each other embarrassed glances, not quite wanting to know what was happening behind the closed door. Of course they were wishing for a change in their behaviour, but this was… extreme. Unfortunately, a few moments later, Hightower stormed in, a file in hand. A new case, certainly.

"Is Agent Lisbon in her office?" she asked dryly, visibly annoyed. "Her intern line is still cut."

"Uh, I think she's busy ma'am" Rigsby replied cautiously, wanting to prevent her from irrupting in the room and catch any compromising position Jane and Lisbon might be at the moment. Behind the door, a loud yelp followed by a whimper and a low groan caught everyone's attention. The black woman froze on her tracks, frowned and asked, very slowly, tuning towards the tall man:

"They are not doing what I think they are doing, are they."

None of them answered; too embarrassed to voice such a thought. Hightower, being inwardly as curious as they were and taking advantage of her position of boss, ordered:

"Agent Rigsby, open the door. Now."

The tall man's face flushed immediately. His team-mates glanced at each other, wincing. They did not envy his position.

"But… I…"

"If Lisbon is breaking the CBI rules then she and Mr Jane will suffer the consequences. Now, Agent Rigsby, open the door."

It was evident to anyone's eyes that Rigsby wished to be anywhere but there. Then again, he didn't want to disobey his boss's boss direct order, so reluctantly stepped closer to Lisbon's office door and turned the handle. Another funny noise made him pause, wondering if had the guts to do this. He could feel his two colleague's dreadful gazes on his back, waiting for the unavoidable moment where their friends would be pulled into light and face them all. No-one dared speak as he pushed the door open and called tentatively:

"Uh… boss? Hightower wants to speak to y…"

His wary sentence was interrupted by a loud shout:

"Damn it Jane what the hell did you put in that Halloween Box? Something bit my finger!"

In the office, a huge black and purple box decorated with a pumpkin was set on the desk, still half-packed in an opened bag. Lisbon's arm was halfway through the opening, a disgusted expression on her face, while Jane was half-sitting on the desk, beaming proudly.

"I told you" he said, ignoring the newcomers of the room. "Kids are going to run away screaming when they try it and the candies will remain." He suddenly turned to greet them with a smile, visibly satisfied to have a new audience. And given the widening of his grin, he knew exactly that dirty thoughts had been going through their heads before the door was opened. "Hello people! Say, what's with the flushed face Rigsby? Afraid my wife and I would be making out inside doors?"

Hightower blinked, caught off guard. She repeated his words in disbelief:

"Your wife? What are you talking about, Jane? And what are you doing with a Halloween box?"

The black-haired agent pulled out her arm of the said thing, wincing in disgust when she caught sight of what looked like remains of cold noodles, crumbled biscuits and fruit juice on her skin. While Jane handed her a towel to wipe off the leftovers, he shrugged:

"Inside joke, Madeleine. Lisbon didn't believe me when I told her I make amazing Halloween Boxes. Do you want to try?"

The black woman narrowed her eyes:

"I will ignore what you did just now. Now Agent Lisbon, there is a new case. I need you in my office for a briefing."

"Yes ma'am."

The black woman turned heels, not without throwing a weird look at Jane, who was still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. When she and Lisbon were out of sight, he turned towards the rest of the team and narrowed his eyes. Rigsby felt like a kid about to be scolded by a parent.

"Unfortunately for you, we fell on Harry the bartender; right before he finished his sifts. He told us a lovely redhead woman asked if he knew where they could get a fake marriage licence and cheap, gold-like rings. And the staff of the hotel told us an agent of the CBI borrowed an employee's key to have access to any room. Anything to say about this?"

Van Pelt didn't reply a thing and looked away. Cho cleared his throat and declared:

"I lost my key and asked for another one. Things happen."

"And there was a redhead next to my room" Rigsby added quickly. "She seemed quite the kind of person who would pull stunts like that."

"Yeah" Van Pelt picked up immediately. "She was bragging about the way she set up her boyfriend and a friend and made them believe they ate rabbit while it was tongue beef. Disgusting, really."

The two others nodded their agreement hurriedly, but then, Jane had that expression. The small frown between his eyebrows deepened as he kept on staring silently, a knowing look in his eyes. It was that particular look, the one which, while innocently approving the suspect's words, also expressed he knew with certainty they were lying. Jane didn't even have to voice it; they all knew the quickly made-up lies did not work. They would never do. They were facing Patrick Jane after all. After a moment of awkward silence ; Rigsby was the first one to cave:

"It was my idea" the tall man confessed. "Or rather, we discussed about it before putting it in action."

"Your bantering with Lisbon was starting to be tiring" Van Pelt eventually muttered, still very embarrassed. "And we both know you are attracted to each other so…"

"Yeah, there was more than enough sexual tension between you two" Cho added, though Jane could easily say his tone held nothing of his usual confidence. "We thought giving you a little scare would help."

The easy admissions surprised the blond man a little. He and Lisbon had been shocked to found out that her team, their friends, had pulled such a stunt on them; but listening to their reasons, it almost seemed… legitimate?

"So you wanted me and Lisbon to have sex to cool down the tension between us?" the blond man added, rising a brow. When neither of them raised their heads, he added on an annoyed tone: "All right but I am curious; who thought it was a good idea to undress us during our sleep? Seriously perverse, but very good idea, I have to recon that… but never thought you would go that far."

The trio's eyes popped wide open at the same time. Van Pelt's cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, Cho's usual poker face betrayed him and left him bare with pure surprise and Rigsby's eyes were flying everywhere in the room, lips mouthing discreetly that it was the last thing he needed to know. A sudden uneasy feeling crept in Jane's mind; they weren't faking surprise. The Asian man answered, not as deadpan as normal:

"We just took off your shoes, socks and jackets and undid a few buttons. We arranged the place so that Lisbon was lying in your arms and closed the door with the staff's badge when leaving. We didn't undress you… why, you were naked?"

Jane tried his best to put on the mocking grin to keep up appearances.

"No, I was just teasing you" he beamed "by the way, did you really think Lisbon and I were doing something naughty?" he added with a smirk; and when none replied, he added: "I guess she is good in improvising innuendoes; I always knew she'd be a good actress. Now out of the office before mom's back!"

As soon as he had spoken, he didn't miss the mixture of relief and guilt on their faces. Once the door was closed though, Jane's fell in disbelief. They didn't undress them. Those hot dreams he had lately about the petite agent and him, if they felt so real…

Oh God, he had slept with Lisbon.

-UM-

One glance. One glance was enough to realise he knew now. Lisbon bit her lower lip and breathed deeply before entering her office. Jane was still staring at the wall in shock, shifting on his feet in embarrassment.

"How long have you known?" he asked, barely whispering. Her cheeks reddened uncontrollably as she muttered in reply:

"I had a few hickeys there" she mentioned quickly her inner left thigh "I figured I couldn't have done it by myself."

Jane's cheeks reddened slightly. Yeah, he remembered that. She panted heavy when, stuck between her legs, he tasted the sensitive skin. He wanted so badly to leave his print on her; brand her as his own, so he bit…

"Jane? You're zooning out."

Lisbon's voice brought him back to Earth and even if she kept her thoughts to herself, he knew she had an idea of what had just crossed his mind. The twinkle in her eyes showed she had the same idea…

"Uh… sorry" he muttered, looking away.

His awkwardness made her smile before she turned grim again.

"I still can't believe it happened" she mumbled, heading towards her desk. "I mean, the team drugging us and leaving us like that. I mean, we ended up sleeping together for real! Can you believe it?"

Jane was tempted to reply that the single memories he had of that night made him want to get her into bed again, but valuing his masculine… artefact, answered instead:

"Half of the bullpen could and, well, the team does consider the thing possible" and added with a small smile at her puzzled look. "What? You never read the polls? There is quite a list of people betting on us."

Lisbon shook her head, making him smile in turn. He loved the cute blush on her high cheeks and the way she glanced quickly at him. The team was not so wrong in the end. He could definitely see them together. It was a weird thought to consider, especially because one week prior, he freaked out at the idea.

"So, what do we do now?" he asked, more seriously.

"What do we do indeed" she repeated his words, casting a glance at him.

Her face was almost unreadable… almost; a small sparkle in her eye told him everything he needed to know. Lisbon wasn't against a relationship with him, but at the same time, did not want to jump into a short affair. She wanted something he wasn't sure he was able to give her, the reason why she had kept her mouth shut all this time. So knowing this was going to happen a moment or another –and that when it happened, they were going to take it slow- he took a deep breath and asked, almost shyly:

"I know we've skipped a few levels already but… once the case is done, I know a good Chinese place; if you are ever interested?"


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