This chapter has a warning for sexual situations. I don't think it's enough to raise the rating, but I just wanted everyone to be aware! I think this is my favorite chapter in the whole story and I hope y'all enjoy it too! It makes me smile just thinking about it! Thank you for all the reviews from the last chapter. I'm posting this first and then I'll respond to everyone! Y'all made my day and I hope this makes yours!!!!

He grinned as he watched her fly toward him armed with pancake batter and egg shells. She managed to dump most of the batter over his head before he could spin away and find refuge behind the table. With an evil grin, he picked up the half used stick of butter that lay by the uneaten toast. She grabbed a plate for a shield as she hid behind an open cabinet. The next few minutes were spent flinging any item within reach at the other.

She crept closer when she realized he was out of ammunition. A slightly fearful look crossed his face when he realized he was cornered and Lisbon was stalking him with an open bag of flour. Raising his hands in surrender, he quietly accepted his punishment as flour rained down across the kitchen. They each took a good look at each other then and burst into laughter at the destruction of the kitchen. With a smile, she stuck out her hand.

"Truce?" she asked as a glob of jelly dripped from her hand and onto the floor.

"Truce," he agreed as he grasped her hand. Then, with a playful smirk, he pulled her into him so that she would be equally covered in flour. He tightly held her as she gasped at the unexpected movement. He was surprised when she didn't fight his grip, but instead relaxed in his arms. Releasing her, he raised his hand and gently wiped a smudge of batter from her cheek.

She smiled shyly as she raised her hand and ran it through his hair which was slightly spiky from the pancake mix. His eyes darkened as her lips parted slightly. She could feel her heart pounding and she wondered if she had ever felt this nervous before. They had danced around each other for so long. What if all the anticipation led to disappointment? Her thoughts were broken when she felt his hands cup her face. His thumbs caressed her skin as he pressed his forehead to hers before gently pressing his lips to hers.

This was nothing like their first kiss. The living room kiss was full of passion and lust. This kiss was tender and loving and conveyed so much need that it took her breath away. He pulled back gently as he lightly ran his finger down the side of her face. She blushed at the love in his eyes, and began to lower her gaze. She was stopped when he raised her chin and lightly kissed her forehead. She sighed softly as his mouth trailed lightly across her face, before she pulled his mouth to hers in urgent need.

Her hands trailed down the front of his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt that were now sticky from jelly and other condiments. She could feel him smiling as he deepened the kiss and pulled her close to him while he ran his hands down her back. She moaned as he cupped her backside. She could feel his growing arousal against her thigh. She softly pulled away and shot him a serious look.

"Are you sure?" she murmured softly.

"I'm more than sure about you. More than anything else in my life," he said softly as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

"You do realize that sleeping with the boss will not grant you any additional leniency," she said with a wry grin. He chuckled.

"It never crossed my mind," he replied as he passionately captured her mouth with a smile. He lifted her in his arms and staggered towards her bedroom as she wrapped her legs around his waist refusing to break the kiss. As he started to set her down on the bed she stiffened and pulled away.

"These nasty clothes are not touching my bed," she exclaimed as she remembered their previous activity. His eyes twinkled as he reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head in one smooth move as she started to remove his shirt. Quickly shedding out of their pants, they took a moment to look at each other taking in the image of forbidden skin. She walked toward him with a predatory gleam in her eye as he fell back onto the bed. She quickly joined him and their mouths met in a fiery embrace once more as undergarments were removed and bare skin met bare skin. The rest of the afternoon was filled with soft touches and whispered words of love, before they drifted off into a light sleep.

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He awoke several hours later to find a warm female body curled into his side. He smiled at her hair which was still tangled with various ingredients from the fight that morning. He knew his own looked no better. Her head was tucked gently under his chin, and his arms were wrapped around her. Their legs were in a tangle and the sheets had somehow ended up scattered haphazardly on the floor. He pressed a kiss to her temple when he felt her start to stir. She lifted her head and looked at him with a sleepy smile, and it took all his control not to take her right then.

"Hey there," he said softly as he traced light patterns on her skin.

"Hey yourself," she answered with a husky voice. The doorbell rang, startling them both out of bed. Teresa grabbed the nearest shirt as she pulled on some jogging shorts and left Jane in her bedroom with a sheet wrapped around his lower body.

"Stay there," she hissed back at him as she unlocked the door and was met with the smiling faces of her team. They looked shocked as they took in her disheveled appearance and the destruction of the kitchen which was just visible from the front door.

"Jane blew up my kitchen," she said with an innocent shrug as they stared back at her mutely.

"You know what," Cho started. "I think we'll just leave. Have a good weekend boss!" They left in stunned silence before breaking out into smiles as they reached the car.

"Did you notice she was wearing Jane's shirt?" Van Pelt said innocently as they piled back into the car.