Title: Crossing Lines
Characters: Lisbon/Jane
Genre: Romance
Spoilers: none
Prompt: Um, boundaries?
Notes: For tromana. (I know, it's only a drabble. But it is my very first one ever.)
Are you confused, love? It's not as if you didn't experience mornings like this before, but something is different, isn't it?
His vest, draped loosely over the back of your chair, is more confirmation of crossed lines than his arms embracing your naked body. Your gun, placed conveniently right next on the dresser, accentuates the indecency of the situation even more. He stirs, soon will open his eyes. You surprise yourself by not panicking, place a hand on his stomach to quicken his awakening.
This one, unlike the men before him, will be welcome to stay for breakfast, won't he?
ღ The End