Warmth. Almost too warm. Covers pulled in around her as she gradually drifted back to awareness. She became aware of something, a tickle on her nose. It was an irritating sensation, one she attempted to bat away. Only for whatever was causing it to let out a deep rumbling chuckle and murmur, "Come now Lisbon, I've brought you coffee."

Her eyes opened automatically, the promise of coffee waking her up far quicker that any temptation she could have offered her tired lids. Patricks smiling face filled her vision, and she doesn't try to fight the gentle smile he brings to her lips. She'd dreamed of mornings like these.

"Hey you." Her voice is tired, thick with sleep.

But it made his eyes sparkle when he looked at her, which wasn't a bad thing. It made his face, though blurry edged from sleepiness, seem so much more beautiful to her now.

"Hey you." His voice however was far more alert than it had any right being.

"Coffee?" she sighed, half pleading, half demanding. But she couldn't smell it, which was odd.

"Well…about that…you have none in the house, and I didn't want to leave and get you some. With our luck you'd have woken all alone. And then hunted me down."

Probably true. but still.

"You lied to me?" though she can narrow her eyes, she can't quite get the same dangerous edge into her tone.

"Well how else was I going to wake you up?"

"Why do I have to be awake?"

"Because you have to get ready for work?" his tone is impish, and she instinctively checks the clock. She needn't have worried however, it was a full two hours before she was supposed to be awake.

This time when she glares, all of the appropriate sentiment is transmitted, and he draws back reflexively.

"Why do I have to be ready two hours before I'm supposed to get up?"

"I believe the proper question is, what does getting ready entail?"

His grin widens and it takes her a moment to understand. She's caught between a need to slap him and a deep need to take him up on the offer.

"You did not wake me up for morning sex."

He pretends to think about it, hand sweeping idly down her side. In a mock serious tone he replies, "Why I do believe I did. Well, morning sex, shower sex, car sex –mmph"

She interrupted his little monologue and pulled him down to her, kissing him soundly. It seemed the only way to get him to stop talking. His skin under her fingers is warm, smooth and soft. Softer than it had any right being. Just as he starts to respond, as he begins to deepen the kiss she pulls back and grins at him.

"Sex fiend. I want to sleep, for another hour at least."

His disappointment is clear, lower lip sticking out in a slight pout. It was utterly adorable. She nipped it gently, and continued, "Then I am going to take you into that shower, have my wicked way with you till you can barely see straight let alone walk, then get ready for work, sound good?"

He grins and nods somewhat emphatically. So she pushed at his chest, guiding him onto his back so she could rest her head on his chest. If he minded he certainly didn't say anything. The sound of his breathing lulled her, the gentle flutter of his heart beneath her head was comforting in ways she couldn't even begin to understand.

He sighed, muttering half to himself, "Because I'm in a great place to sleep right now."

She bites her lip, trying not to laugh at his apparent distress. But laughter bubbles out of her, she can't help it. She pats his, admittedly well-toned, stomach. And he huffs, stroking her hair gently, "Cruel woman, laughing at my discomfort."

If it were designed to stop her laughing, it didn't takes a few minutes to calm down, to let the sleepy energy back in.

For a few moments everything is silent, her breathing begins to even out, he begins to relax. She considers it for a moment. Considers the way her body just naturally falls beside his, the utter rightness she feels in this moment. Things aren't perfect, he's still an idiot and she's still going to be mad at him. But she'll take a hundred of those moments for just one of these.

She has, however, come to a decision.

"Jane?"

"Yes?" his answer is slower, but still coherent. He seems to be drifting off, sliding back into slumber with her body pressed against his and the sheets wrapped around them both. With a glint in her eye that he is unable to see, she sneaks her hand beneath the covers. Trailing a delicate touch across his abdomen towards a more intimate goal. His breath catches delightfully, muscles under her flexing as he starts to wake back up.

"I'm not really that tired after all."

He laughed and rolled her onto her back in a startling motion. His smile is beautiful, wicked and exactly what she wants.

"Well Lisbon, let's just see what I can do about that."

Authors note:

Well that's it i'm afraid :) at least for this story :D

Thank you to those that reviewed, i apologize if i didn't respond, a friend of mine recently lost her brother, so i haven't been checking as often as i should :)

Even though this story is complete, please do take the time to review. even if i dont get to respond it certainly makes my day seeing them :D

Anyway, let me know what you think :D

Ta ta for now

~MadamRed