Hi everyone, this chapter has a bit of a sexual scene in it, however as my first time writing a scene like this I was a bit worried about how it would turn out. If you want less/more graphic scenes then please review and let me know :) I didn't realise how difficult it would be to write them scenes, so kudos to those who write extremely graphic content often!

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She couldn't help the small moan that escaped her lips when his hands glided down her body, slowly feeling every inch of her frame. She had never had someone handle her with such a firm yet tantalisingly soft grasp – it was mesmerising. She gripped at the collar of his shirt keeping him in place, his kisses altering from masculine and heavy to slow, languid deep strokes. She actually felt a little faint from the stimulation. Spreading her hands across the plain of his chest she gave him a little push to ease her from the wall, she had absolutely no intention of their first time having sex to be in her doorway. Catching on to what she was trying to do, he gripped her hips and began walking her backwards further into the house, until he realised he had no idea where her bedroom was. Slowly pulling apart for air, Lisbon's hands slithered down his forearms, catching his left hand in her right and turned, leading him down the hall to her room, fully intending to have her wicked way with him.

Without saying a word, she turned and looked deep into his eyes and stood on her tiptoes, pulling his mouth into a sensual kiss, unhooking the first button of his shirt. He sighed deeply and reciprocated, hands shaking as he unfastened the buttons over her breasts, feeling the rise and fall of her chest. Last one popping open, his hands examined the newly exposed skin and spread across the span of her back, aligning their bodies in the process so she could feel his excitement against her stomach. She succumbed to the desire rippling throughout her form and both became lost in a bubble of arousal.

At the exact moment he reached for her bra clasp, a shrill sound echoed throughout the home, bursting the bubble and bringing Lisbon back to her senses. Regaining her breath, she broke apart from him and span around, searching for her phone. Running out of the room, he could hear her attempt to answer the phone in her most professional voice. Alarmed that they were already going to be disturbed, he walks towards her slowly like a predator, and catches her waist, slinging his arm around her middle from behind, hands resting low on her abdomen.

"Okay Boss, see you soon" She hung up and turned in his arm, chewing on her bottom lip, wondering if she dared look him straight in the eyes. She could both see and feel his body deflate as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, realising the night was in fact, over. They had caught a case.

"Uhh…we need to go. I said I would be there in a half hour" He felt like he had just been doused with a bucket of cold water.

Whining back he said "don't do this to me Lisbon" He still had a perfect view of the blushed skin that was being held in place by black satin. He just knew Lisbon had a naughty side hidden underneath her professional demeanour. The black was a perfect contrast to her alabaster skin. Always the realist, she replied "We have to, it's our job"

"Abbott rang you, not me. I technically can stay put". A ringing was then heard from Janes back pocket and they both chuckled at the uncanny timing. Each let go of the other and Lisbon was straight back in her room fixing her blouse and running fingers through her hair, he leisurely dressed himself whilst chatting on the phone to Abbott, sneakily ogling the women before she buttoned her blouse. Within minutes they were out the door and not another word had been spoken, however a new blend of sexual tension and awkwardness had set in, and neither had any idea how to handle it.

This was going to be a long night.

Years. He had been waiting literally years to finally feel free of guilt to sleep with a woman. To be more specific, he had been waiting for a large amount of those years to make good on his promise to himself that should he kill Red John, he would seduce and make love to Teresa Lisbon. He could quite safely check off seduction; he was pretty sure she was thoroughly seduced. It wasn't that he even intended to seduce her; he only meant to take her out and cheer her up after all. The real problem was the lack of action following the seduction. Why did it have to be that moment that they caught a case? I mean, had he not symbolically repented enough now that he was allowed this one good thing to happen?

Albeit annoyed at the interruption of him undressing Lisbon, this wasn't what had caused such frustration and anxiety to creep into the forefront of his mind. In a way, he was relieved they had been interrupted. For one, he had wanted to make plans for such a spectacular seduction, she would be begging him to whisk her away and ravish her for days, not have some quick tryst the same day she had dumped her boyfriend. Sleeping with her held far more significance to him than that; he wanted her to know it meant something special. Secondly, once the arousal subsided, which took much longer than he had remembered it doing so, he was severely aware of the awkward air that surrounded them, and he knew Lisbon must have picked up on it too as he had spent less than 30 seconds in her presence since they left her house. Every time he would begin to walk towards her, she would conveniently find something more important to be doing than him. Be doing with him, he corrected the Freudian slip in his mind. He was only a man after all. The feeling of finally falling over the edge of friendship and diving straight for lovers with Lisbon was something he couldn't keep from clouding his mind, and he wanted to make sure the next step they took was forward, not back. Now he had a preview of what it would be like, he was more positive than ever that he wanted the whole thing. Now he had done the hard part of telling her how he felt, He realised Lisbon made him feel less scared about what would follow; it wasn't that he couldn't help but love Lisbon anymore, it was that he actually enjoyed the fact he did. His deep thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Abbott, who was chatting idly with Lisbon about the schedule for tomorrow.

"Jane, I was just telling Lisbon you can go home, there's really not much more we can do here until the morning and I don't know about you, but I am dying to go home and get into bed. I'm beat" Just at that moment Lisbon eyed Jane and he immediately knew the word 'bed' had made her recall this evenings past events in her mind. It fascinated him how she could be so closed, yet such an open book all at the same time.

"Excellent. I agree with you there Abbott. There are things I can think of that I would much rather be doing right now than sitting here" He responded cryptically. He could sense Lisbon's discomfort immediately; she was practically pulsating with nerves. He knew she wasn't sure whether to leave or wait for him. They had been together before they were called in, so was it just politeness that you leave together as well? Or was that just presumptuous? The moment having well and truly passed from earlier, they both felt like they were now in a state of limbo. The room grew extremely silent, and Abbott noticing the sideway glances constantly being passed between the two, made his move to leave.

"Okay then, I'll see you guys tomorrow"

"I'll walk out with you!" Lisbon said abruptly grabbing her bag and calling "night Jane" as she strode towards the lift, a confused Abbott in tow.

Jane watched her retreating form and couldn't help but feel both slightly amused and bitter that once again his evening was ending with him on his battered couch, watching the sway of her hips as she walked away. Amused as her reaction was exactly what he expected from the agent who was tremendously awkward in any kind of emotionally charged situation, and bitter that he was finishing his night the same way he had been for the past decade.

Well that concludes my night then, he thought; awkward.

It was noon the following day and they were currently driving on their way to conduct a follow up interview with the victim's family. Lisbon couldn't help the constant fluttering of nerves in her stomach as she sat next to Jane, trying to fathom what to say to him. She could tell he was frustrated. He had tried multiple times this morning to talk to her but every time she would busy herself with some other task. She sucked at dealing with this kind of thing, that's why she had always been so against work partners getting together. At least he was trying, right? He clearly wasn't put off by what had happened and he had been casting her admiring looks all day. She just needed the right time to bring it up, that's all.

Jane could practically hear Lisbon's thought she was thinking so hard, and he rolled his eyes as he was beginning to really tire of the unusual silence between them.

"Talk to me, Lisbon"

"what? I am talking to you"

"…no, you're talking to me in your head, but not actually saying anything aloud" he stated. After a moment's silence, he softened his voice so she could hear his sincerity and asked "what's wrong, huh? Is it about the other night? Don't worry about it, we can pretend it never happened, start again". She blushed furiously at his statement, remembering how far her mask had slipped last night, and just how much he had seen. Who was he kidding? Forget about it? She would have the image of him from last night imprinted on her brain for the rest of her living days. Did the guy not realise how good he looked without a shirt? She hadn't realised how in shape he was considering he wasn't a gym bunny like the rest of the men she was surrounded by in the FBI.

"nothing's wrong, Jane. I'm just tired because we had to work late last night and now were working on the weekend, that all. Nothing more nothing less"

"Liar"

"I'm not lying!"

"high voice" he sings, and she can't help a smile spreading across her face as some of the tension between them diffuses.

She had successfully avoided him all day excluding the quick visit to the victim's family's house. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him, not that at all, but she just needed time alone to think of what she wanted to say to him. Slumping down onto her couch she turned on the TV and flicked aimlessly through the channels, settling for something easy going. After an hour of sitting there, her initial relief at being alone turned into irritation. She wanted to see him. Every time she closed her eyes memories of him declaring his love intermixed with the memory of his lips sliding over hers. She debated for another half hour, alternating between chastising herself for being so weak, and melting at the understanding and kind Jane she had witnessed all day. Maybe it was her turn to reach out to him – she didn't want him to think she wasn't interested. Texting him, she felt like a school girl with her first crush as she impatiently waited for his reply.

Lisbon: hey, you busy?

Jane: Missing me already Lisbon?

Lisbon: Yeah right! I'm starving, want to order take out with me?

Jane: I'll be there in 20. Ham and Pineapple on your pizza?

Lisbon: Yeah

Lisbon: wait. How did you know I wanted pizza?

Opening the door, she saw Jane stood there balancing a pizza in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"If I tell you how I know, then it will no longer be fun, Lisbon" he began immediately, answering her last text. She smiled as she takes the wine, walking into the kitchen to find a bottle opener, "go figure!"

He couldn't keep the grin from appearing on his face when she walked out carrying two wine flutes and the bottle. He honestly hadn't expected her to speak to him tonight, and so just when he had reached his airstream, thinking he was going to be left alone for another night with only his thoughts for company, he couldn't help the warm feeling that exploded in his chest when he saw she had texted him. He was surprised, that was for sure. He thought he was going to have to think of an elaborate plan to spend some time alone with her, so he could convince her there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Having been reminded the night before at just how bad at talking to one another they are, he had made a mental note to not bring anything up unless she initiated it first. They had never been one for actually sharing their feelings with anyone, and they had spent the good part of a decade in extremely close proximity to one another, yet contained how they had truly felt. He had always preferred to show his affection for her through gestures rather than having to reveal the dark, ugly truths of himself with words. And she had always understood that. He knew she did by the way they would look at one another. They could understand what the other was thinking or trying to do just by looking at their eyes, instead of having to ask. Whether it was that they were in perfect tune with one another or just insane and emotionally lagging, he wasn't sure, but he liked to think of it as their own mysterious language that no one else could possibly recognise; they were in sync.

Spending the next hour eating, drinking and talking about the case, they both relaxed and felt more at ease with each other again. There was still a tension, but Lisbon had sensed it was more of a sexual tension than awkwardness now. The lights were dimmed with a single lamp lighting the room by the couch and the lights flashing from the television screen. Having been to dispose of the pizza box, Jane slipped off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair, flopping his body back down onto the couch making sure to leave little room between himself and Lisbon. She had clearly caught onto what he was trying to do, as her body had shifted ever so slightly to be leaning in to his, and he took it as a positive sign to place his arm round her body, bringing her in close to his chest. He began stroking her arm softly when he was caught off guard by a sound he had never before heard pass her lips – a full on girly giggle.

"What was that!?"

"You're tickling me Jane, what do you expect!"

"Hmmm…interesting. You didn't strike me as the ticklish type, I must say. But now I know…"

"JANE!" Lisbon erupted to a fit of giggles as he attacked her body from both sides, hands tickling up and down her ribs until she couldn't breathe and she found herself tumbling off the couch and crashing onto the floor, bringing a relentless Jane with her. He was clearly enjoying the light hearted fun, and it seemed cathartic to be laughing so hard after the tension that had surrounded them for so long. He didn't let up, and it was only when she worried for her safety of being able to respire that she used her strength to push him off to the floor next to her, both lying flat on their backs and out of breath.

Jane turned his head sideways, glancing down at her with a look of awe. He spoke lowly, as he didn't want to break the pleasurable atmosphere they were cocooned in "it's nice to hear you laugh Teresa, if only I heard it more often"

"You can hear it more often; you just have to actually say something amusing first!"

"I want to kiss you" her eyes shot up at him, "W…Well that's not amusing" She whispered.

"No" he shook his sideways. Both still lying side by side on the floor, he bent his head down to slowly capture her lips, kissing once, waiting for her to respond. Eyes fluttering closed she opened her mouth to him, and he deepened the kiss with his tongue. He bent his body so he was resting against one arm, body leaning over hers and his right hand relaxing on her stomach. He was warm and strong, and she found it totally irresistible. As if reading her mind, he released her lips for mere seconds whilst he pulled her to her feet and back against his body, lips merging together again as he made his way for the bedroom – he knew exactly where it was now.

Hands grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head before pushing her lightly onto the bed, where he then settled on top of her, making sure not to crush her small frame. She tried to wrap her arms around his body but before she had a chance to succeed he had trapped both wrists above her head with his left hand, right hand cupping her ass as he trailed wet kisses down her neck and lower between her breasts, softly biting between kisses. She didn't think she was any longer coherent, his movements plunging her deeper into the abyss. She knew he would make a good lover; he was a 'fake' psychic after all. He knew what everyone was thinking, all the time, most of the time before they even knew they were thinking it. It figures his skills would transfer into the bedroom as well. What surprised her was just how dominant he was. He wasn't the kind of man who was hell-bent on being the most macho man in the room, the top-dog. But he was currently doing all kinds of things to her insides; he was completely overpowering and in control and she loved it.

He had managed to work his way down, unclipping her bra in the process and was now standing over her, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down her legs. She was suddenly very aware she was near naked and he was very much clothed. Just as the thought entered her mind however, he began unbuttoning his own shirt and pants, kicking his shoes and socks off in the process and throwing it all haphazardly onto the floor before hovering back over her and capturing her mouth in a soaring kiss. His hand leisurely roamed lower, until it rested underneath her panties, and she couldn't help the strangled moan that forced its way from the back of her throat when he hit the exact spot she wanted. Next thing it was all hands and kisses everywhere and she was at the point where she wasn't sure where she ended and he began; he was clearly big on foreplay.

Sometime later, she had completely lost all semblance of time, he looked into her eyes and whispered "Are you sure you want to do this?" "you can't do what you just did and then ask me that, of course I do". She could see a flicker of relief wash across his features, and then it only occurred to her that it had been literally years since he had done this. He was probably more nervous than she was, and she was now glad she had said what she did – he needed his ego to be stroked a little.

That was the last thought she had as they pushed together, moans mingling in the dense air, Jane setting a slow, torturous pace as they both finally dropped the masks they had been holding for so long.