The wait seemed age but it was merely seconds.

Lisbon was sleepy, confused, and mentally tired. So, she did what her trusted instincts said.

She leaned back, forcing him to do as well then turned her head to press her lips against his waiting ones.

She discovered her drunk assessment of his skill was right. Jane pressed his hand against Lisbon's cheek to turn her head for a better angle. She obliged, deepening the kiss by exploring his mouth. His tongue tangled with hers which made her moan in pleasure.

She was conscious of his hands on her front rubbing her stomach.

When she wanted his hands higher and he started to caress up her senses came to her. She broke the kiss and moved so she could face him. "We can't so this."

For once he was confused. "Teresa--"

She held up a hand to interrupt him. "I mean now. If we do this..."she waved her hands between them "...then it needs to be slow."

Jane looked at her for a moment. "I believe you're right." He reached his hand out to take her arm. "Come here."

She let him settle her with her back to his chest, his arms just around her. It was nice- too nice but she struggled to relax against him. Against Jane. "You smell good," she admitted.

He chuckled and she could feel it through his chest.

"And nothing at work," she warned.

"Understood."

Lisbon finally able to relax. Her eyes were batting, battling sleep.

"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright," he said in a low soothing voice.

"What?"

"In the forests of the night. What immortal band or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?"

Lisbon recognized the poem and his intent to put her to sleep. She thought about moving to go to her bed but her body refused to cooperate.

She fell asleep when the stars threw down their spears and had a dream that zombies had picked up spears and tried to reach for the sky.