A/N: Okay guys, I admit it, the timings of this fic make no sense whatsoever. I tried to think of a way to rectify it and failed miserably, so lets just ignore it and enjoy it.
The last chapter ended on a bit of a sinister note, so I thought I'd throw some fluff in now to make up for it, before everything goes pear-shaped for them. I've never written them as an actual couple before, it's very fun!
I hope you enjoy it anyways, and that the timing stuff doesn't make too much of a difference. If it makes you feel better, just pretend that Crowley has been searching for Lisbon for 10 years instead of 5…that slightly improves it.
Long A/N, woops…review!
Disclaimer: All I own is Crowley, my least favourite one too. Damn.
She awoke in his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was. As sunlight forced its way into the safe haven that was her bedroom, she watched it dance across his beautiful, sleeping face. A thought struck her; genuinely sleeping - wasn't that something!
She turned her head contently to gaze up at the ceiling, her hands absently tracing along his arm that lay comfortingly across her stomach. Her thoughts drifted to the past week and a half that had passed since the first time she woke up with him, on her couch, after spilling her heart at his feet.
The past week was filled with memories she would never forget. Stolen glances at work, secret kisses when no one was looking, subtle actions - like when he placed his hand on the small of her back. It didn't look as if it meant much, but they knew that it really meant more than anything.
All of these, followed by perfect evenings spent together. Time alone, where they could bear themselves as they were, and not have to hide their overwhelming happiness at finally finding each other.
Sometimes they just sat and talked for hours, about each other, themselves, or about anything in particular. It didn't matter, their lives had become an unrealistic blur of euphoria, and it didn't look as if it was ending anytime soon.
He began to call her Teresa all the time, much to the confusion of their colleagues. She was hesitant at first; she knew it was odd to hate the sound of your own name. Anyone who had ever called her "Teresa" had always let her down in some way.
She found however, that when Patrick called her Teresa, it sounded different. It sounded right. The sound of it reminded her that he was different, and that he would never let her down.
She knew that if he kept calling her Teresa, she would come to love her name, all because of the way it sounded when he spoke it.
By the standards of a normal relationship, they may have been moving too fast - spending every single waking moment (and non-waking, come to think of it) in each others company. But the fact was, as Patrick had rightly said, this was no normal relationship. Neither of them had ever particularly lived as society suggests they should, so why start now? Why not just do what makes them happy? It's not as if they haven't known each other for years.
"There's far too much exploring to do, to be able to take breaks" Patrick had said as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
She had laughed, but in all seriousness she knew he was right - they were discovering whole new sides of each other, seeing the other in a completely different light. They both found that the new aspects they were seeing just made them even crazier about each other.
Jane began to map every scar of Lisbon's, mental and physical, and to him, they made her even more beautiful. She shared things with him she would never dream of sharing with anyone, just because his arms were so warm and inviting, and she knew they would protect her.
They knew, they both knew, that it was too good to be true. Something had to ruin it, whether it be Red John or Crowley or something else - they were both well aware of how it feels when blissful happiness is ripped away from under you. They were both well aware that you don't get blissful happiness for long.
They just prayed that they would both make it through whatever life had to throw at them this time. Because this time, they would face life and the world together, and all they needed was for each other to survive. As long as they both made it through, their world was complete - not another thing mattered anymore.
Jane sighed gently as he sleepily opened his eyes. He rolled over slightly to bring himself face to face with Lisbon. He smiled and gently pressed his warm lips to hers for a few seconds, before breaking away slightly and mumbling something against her lips.
"God, you're beautiful in the morning."