Rating: T
Summary: Jane's irritating Lisbon. Like usual.
Characters: Jane/Lisbon
Prompts: from hoshinekoyasha: coffee tables, from Penelope Louise: pain, PhoenixWytch's prompts: 376: Stop enjoying this, Jane
(I'm obviously seeing how many prompts I can use in the shortest space. Hooray.)
Coffee Tables
"Nice place you have here, Lisbon," Jane stated. "A bit messier than I had expected, but nice. Homely."
"Stop enjoying this, Jane," she growled in response.
"Why?"
Lisbon ignored his question and stalked off to get changed. Jane really had some nerve; it was one thing walking into her office but another entirely forcing his way into her apartment without invitation. In fact, he hadn't even forced his way in, he'd picked the lock while she was in the shower and greeted her brightly as she had wandered through to the kitchen only wearing her dressing gown. Horrified, she had flushed a bright red and somehow, accidentally pushed him so he tripped over coffee table. And still, he managed to make the quick, witty remarks as he scrambled to his feet, completely untroubled by his fall. Anyone else would have mentioned their bruised pride, at the very least.
Once she was more suitable clothed for visitors and calmed down slightly at her sudden invasion of privacy, she made her way back through to the lounge. Jane was staring with interest at one of the few photographs she had up, from the wedding of one of her brothers. This was one of the many reasons she had tried to keep him from her apartment for as long as possible. She knew he would psychoanalyse her through her belongings. As she observed him, Lisbon made a mental note to get some more effective locks.
"Your family?" he asked and she nodded. "Not a very recent photo, though. Your hair was a lot longer."
"It was impractical," she shrugged. "Do you want a drink?"
"Nah. Don't want to get your coffee table involved in any more wars today."
"That was your fault. You surprised me," she replied, indignant. "Breaking into my property like that. That's an offence, you know."
"Arrest me, then."
"I'm off duty and you're a pain in the ass."
"Yeah, it does hurt actually," Jane remarked. "You could kiss it better, you know."
"Screw you."
"Well, you can if you really want to."
"Jane!"
end
A/N: ...and I used the phrase 'pain in the ass'. I have a personal vendetta against that phrase, dammit.
