"Jane, you can't be here!"
Well, that didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her into his chest.
"You don't want me here? Because I don't get the sense that's true, not with that quickening heartbeat. Or the fact that you let me in your motel room in the first place."
"I may have you let in on CBI matters?"
He thumbed the hem of her nightshirt. "CBI matters when you're already dressed for bed? It would seem you want me to put you to bed."
They hadn't been…seeing each other…sexually for long. Just a few months now.
"We're on a case."
"I'm aware of what we're doing in Nowhere, California. I'm less clear on why I'm in my girl's room and she is lying to me, especially when I noted all of the tell tale signs at dinner."
She tilted her head. "Your girl?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, clearly playing back his previous words. "I mean, not in the way of me owning you. You know. My girl in the sense that…"
She kissed him. She didn't need an explanation for what they were doing. It wouldn't be wise to spend too much time thinking about what dangerous territory they were in as colleagues conducting a sexual relationship and the messy feelings involved. Not to mention the elephant in the room.
"I'm sharing a room with Hightower."
"She's out in the field. It will be a while back. Though, it's interesting that you chose to room with her and not Van Pelt….or me."
She scoffed. "With you? No. That's so unprofessional!"
"Why not Van Pelt? I'm sure she would have discreetly scurried off to see Rigsby anyway."
"I don't want to know." Which also made her feel a bit guilty. These relationships were forbidden, and she wasn't clear where what they were doing fell into the scheme of things.
"Besides, isn't it quite the assumption that you and I would get up to something but you and Van Pelt wouldn't?"
She blinked for a moment. No doubt he knew that she had sexual preferences that ranged the spectrum, preferences that included an occasional girlfriend. However, he wasn't being serious. He wanted to needle her.
She just grinned. "Yeah. No. That would be inappropriate."
"So why Hightower?"
She sighed. "Van Pelt snores…but I swear to God if you use that against her!"
"I would never!" He glanced at her bed. "And I already figured that out. Just needed a confirmation. So, should we stop wasting time and take our tumble before Hightower gets back."
She bit her lip. "I don't recall agreeing to that."
"No, but you're biting your lip. You want me between your legs, and that's exactly where I want to be."
She shrugged. "I've been known to bite my lip from time to time. As far as I know, that's not a crime. You shouldn't be here!"
He shrugged, nodding his head. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then."
As he approached the door, her more primal needs got the better of her. "No! Wait!"
He turned with a grin on his face. Smug bastard just knew she wouldn't turn him away. Even before they were sleeping together, she had trouble standing her ground with him. Now, a quick, well placed grin and she was gone.
Quietly, he moved over toward the desk chair and started to take his suit off one layer at a time, making a show of it. She just watched him until he was naked. He had such a great body, and maybe she'd been turned on since before dinner.
He approached her, tugging at the hem of her nightshirt before pulling over her head and tossing it clear across the room. "Oh, it would seem you lost your shirt."
"You didn't have to toss it."
"Wanted to make a point."
She laughed. He was very confident and forward in sexual situations, which shouldn't have shocked her. She was just used to being the forward one in encounters.
He cupped her breast with his left hand, flicking her nipple with his thumb and causing her to shiver before he pulled her into his chest and began to kiss her. Within moments, they were lying on her bed. She ran her hands through his curls, snaking a leg behind his back and pulling him closer to her center, as they continued to makeout. He seemed to really like that.
"I should make you tell me what you want me to do to you since you wanted to give me such a hard time."
She shifted under his body, grinding their hips together and eliciting a groan from him. "It seems you already know what that is."
"I suppose that wouldn't be very gentlemanly."
She grinned at him as he flashed her one of his own. He had such a gorgeous smile. "Not at all."
Just then, she heard the sound of a key card. Their eyes met. His blue eyes filled with the panic that she felt.
"Get in the closet!" She whispered.
"The closet?"
"Yes!" She was pulling him off the bed. "Now!"
"How long am I…"
"Until she's asleep! Be quiet!"
She closed the closet door before diving into her bed, thankful she had the one near the closet. Too late, she realized she was ass naked with her nightshirt across the room. So, she buried herself to her shoulders under the covers.
Hightower came in, looking down at her phone. "So, that was a bust! Can you believe…"
Her boss's voice trailed off, and she just knew she caught sight of her. When she looked up into her brown eyes, she wasn't sure she'd ever felt such shame. She could tell she was naked and probably thought she had caught her in the act of some self-love thing. Well, she'd certainly been caught in the act. Just not that one. She groaned inwardly hoping she wouldn't have to do sexual harassment training over this.
Hightower shook her head. "Lisbon, why are you naked?"
"Um, well…" Think quickly! "I don't have any clothes to wear. Forgot my bag with the clothes in it. Thought I should save what I have for tomorrow!"
Hightower furrowed her brows. "I see."
With a sense of purpose in her step, Hightower walked to the closet. "Boss!"
"Just seeing if maybe someone left something here you could put on." Of course, her clothes were hanging in the closet near her naked…well, she wasn't sure what he was...but next to Jane's naked body.
Hightower opened the door wide. There was Jane, just standing there, cupping his hands over his groin. "So, here's a shirt, some pants, and ah! Mr. Jane! Mr. Jane is also here. It seems he also forgot his clothes."
She could've sworn the woman gave him a once over, and it awoke some serious territorial urges. Only, she knew she didn't really have the high ground here. In any case, the idea of another woman catching a glimpse of her man was a bit much and quickly made that a moot point.
"You can shut the closet door!" She felt a stab of guilt at commanding her boss to do something, but was she supposed to just let her gawk at him?
Hightower huffed before she started laughing. "This has to be the most botched booty call I've ever seen!"
"I didn't…"
"Oh please. If no clothes is the best you could come up with, I know you have nothing else up your sleeve. It's clear you didn't sneak many boys home as a teen. His clothes—along with what seems to be your nightshirt—are in the desk chair." Shit.
"Boss, I can explain…"
"And as fun as it would be listening to you attempting to explain how you and Jane are not having sex, it's now well after 5pm, and that doesn't seem like something that's any of my business. I think I'm going to go grab dinner. Perhaps you'll be finished—or at least dressed—by the time I return."
She averted her eyes. There was no way she could make eye contact with her now...or really ever again. "Sure."
Hightower stopped just short of the door. "You know, Lisbon, I do believe it's customary to put a sock on the door if you have company."
She turned and grinned at her before walking out of their shared room. Lisbon buried her head in her hands.
"Oh my God! I can't believe I let you talk me into that. So reckless! I can't imagine what she thinks of me now!"
Jane laid on the bed near her. "She's an adult woman. You're an adult woman. I'm sure I know what she thinks of this."
"You don't understand! She's my boss. She probably thinks I don't take this job seriously, and my list of what she could be thinking only gets worse from there."
"Then, don't bother!"
"Don't bother?"
"Yeah, I mean, the way she reacted. She didn't seem bothered by it. She looked almost relieved."
"Yeah, because she probably thought I was some sex pervert right up til the moment she found you."
He grinned. "From the look on her face when she saw me, I'd say you're not the only sex pervert. She seemed to be open to a few different things."
He wiggled his eyebrows, as she slapped his chest. "I don't share."
"Now, that really doesn't surprise me. Though, it is curious that I was only joking while you were very clearly marking your territory. That's very interesting to me."
He reached over to kiss her lips. She pulled back. "You can't be serious!"
Their eyes met. "I'm very serious about you. Always."
He leaned in for a kiss again. This time, she didn't pull back.
When they broke their kiss, he grinned at her. "I'll get dressed."
"Thank you."
He tossed her shirt to her, and she slid it over her head. When he was dressed, he came over to kiss her goodnight.
Before he left, he stopped at the door. "Hey, Lisbon?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure you pack enough clothes next time, especially socks."
She chucked a pillow at him as he exited her room, laughing.