a/n - not very proud of this one, but it did take me all day to write, so i might as well post it.

WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT! very very very very very very dirty. it gets super dirty towards the end with a jane that just can't stop running his dirty mouth...

enjoy xx.

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The water was scalding hot as it ran down his face in rivulets, but he wasn't bothered by the heat. He rested his head back against the shower wall, eyes shut tightly, trying to force a pair of huge, emerald green eyes out of his mind.

Teresa Lisbon was in his head 24/7, and he found it damn near impossible to get her out. Ever since he came back from his six month hideout in Vegas he'd been unable to stop thinking about her, from her expressive eyes to her tiny feet. She was taking up more space in his mind than Red John, and it was starting to scare him. He needed to focus on the bloodthirsty killer. He needed to get his head back in the game, which meant pushing any thoughts of a certain brunette away.

But no matter how much he tried to focus on the task at hand, she kept creeping up on him, flashing him her pretty smile that turned him to mush. He always found himself staring into her eyes, her beautiful eyes that held so much affection and love he almost couldn't stand it. Everyday he'd sit in her office on the couch he'd bought specifically to be close to her and he would wonder what it would be like to kiss her just once. What it would feel like to have her small, soft lips on his.

She cared about him way too much, he was well aware. She'd do anything for him. Despite being angry at him that he'd left for six months without as much as a phone call, she still loved him with her entire heart. He didn't deserve her. After all these years she'd stayed right by his side, comforting him, saving him, healing him. Why the hell did she have to be so perfect?

He groaned, running a hand through his sopping curls. He wished things were different, wished he were a better man so he could give her what she deserved. He wanted to be hers, but he was too damaged, and it would take ages before he could grasp onto the least bit of closure. She needed someone to make her happy, to elicit that sweet smile and give her nothing but the best. That someone wasn't him. It couldn't be him.

Although he kept telling himself that, another image popped into his head. An image of Lisbon on her knees in front of him, looking up at him with eyes full of innocence before she leaned forward and took him in her mouth, swirling her little tongue around the tip of his cock. He felt his cock immediately grow hard at the thought and he cursed under his breath.

He couldn't do this, couldn't imagine her sucking him off when he's trying to push her away. But he just couldn't help it. He wanted her, needed her, and if she couldn't be there herself at least he could wallow in these intimate, dirty thoughts of her.

He imagined curling his fingers into her thick mass of dark hair, pulling her closer and shoving the whole length of him down her throat. She wouldn't gag. Instead she would take him deeper, her cheeks hollow as she sucked him like crazy, all while keeping her pretty eyes on his.

He found himself gripping his cock with his eyes screwed shut, pumping it in his hand as he got off while thinking of her. He imagined shooting his load down her throat, imagined her drinking it like water and moaning at his taste. Her eyes would be swallowed by blackness and he would lift her up by her hair and crash his lips to hers, tasting himself on her tongue.

It was embarrassing how quickly he came, groaning hoarsely as the white cum shot from his tip. He was thankful he was in the shower so he could just wash himself off. His usual tan skin was glowing red from the heat and he switched off the water, panting heavily into the steam around him.

Lisbon. Lisbon, Lisbon, Lisbon.

Fuck.

He stepped out of the shower and groped for a towel, wrapping it around his waist, his cock still a bit hard from his vivid wet dream. He grabbed another towel and dried his hair as he left the bathroom, shaking his head in shame. He was a terrible man. She was an angel and he the devil— he couldn't corrupt her innocence with his evil ways. He needed to stay away.

But he couldn't. As much as he needed to, he couldn't stay away. He needed her like he needed breath in his lungs.

And he couldn't let anyone else have her.

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He watched her from the couch in her office, his eyes zeroing in on her lips as she bit them, brows furrowed adorably as she hovered over a case file. It was nearing lunch time and she hadn't eaten; she hadn't even touched the bear claw he'd given her that morning. She claimed she was too busy to eat. Damn if she thought he would let her go hungry.

"Lisbon," he sang, "let's go get lunch. My treat."

Lisbon didn't even look up from her file. "I can't, Jane."

"You can, and you will." He shot up from the couch and turned her chair towards him, yanking her away from her desk. A frustrated pout sat on her face and he fought the urge to kiss it away.

"I'm not hungry, Jane," she sighed, raising her eyes to meet his.

He knew that was a lie. If she wasn't stressing out over this case she'd be more than happy to devour a burger and fries from Charlie's. That was Lisbon for you— married to her work. He admired her dedication to her job, though.

"It won't take long," he tried to pursuade her. "We'll even go through a drive thru if you want. But you need to eat something. You don't have enough meat on your bones, woman."

She glared at him. "Are you saying I'm too thin for your taste?"

God, no. Her body was nothing but perfect in his eyes. Slim with curves and a little muscular from years of tackling men twice her size. Small, but able to flip him to his back if she had to. It was a huge turn on, though everything about her was.

"You're perfect the way you are," he replied honestly, showing nothing but truth in his eyes. A smile curled on his lips when her alabaster cheeks took on a soft blush.

She rolled her eyes but stood up, deciding to accept his offer. She seemed to like his flirtiness. He made note of that and escorted her out of her office with his hand on the small of her back.

She was so used to the gesture that she didn't even tense at his touch. They made their way to the elevator, but not before she let the others know she was going out for lunch. As the team bid her a short bye, Jane stepped into the elevator with her, still staking claim with his touch.

The elevator moved and he couldn't help but look over at her, drinking in her attire. She was wearing a black tank top beneath her typical black blazer, skinny jeans molding her legs to perfection. They shaped her ass beautifully, and he found himself swallowing a mouthful of saliva as he imagined bending her over and taking her from behind.

"Jane? You alright?"

Her concerned voice jolted him from his thoughts, causing his eyes to land on her face. Yes, focus on her face, he told himself. His pants were much too tight and he inwardly cursed. He could only hope she didn't glance down and notice the bulge.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I'm fine." He flashed her one of his charming smiles and she seemed to believe him because she nodded.

The elevator came to a halt and they walked out of the building, Lisbon heading straight for her SUV. He wrinkled his nose at the large vehicle. For just the two of them, it seemed highly unnecessary.

"Let's take my car, Lisbon," he said, falling into step beside her.

Now it was her turn to wrinkle her nose. "Your death machine, you mean? No way."

He rolled his eyes. She could be so dramatic sometimes. "Relax, Lisbon. You can drive if you want. I just don't think your huge car is necessary for a short trip to lunch."

She stopped in her tracks, looking to be in mid-thought. A few seconds later she sighed and gave in. "Fine."

He grinned and led her to his Citroen. Much to his surprise, she chose the passenger seat instead of the driver's. She must've felt too unsafe to drive it herself. Always the overthinker, his Lisbon.

As he drove, Lisbon kept fidgeting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, biting her plump lips anxiously. He glanced over at her with slight concern. "Lisbon, I promise I'm not going to be reckless with you in the car. Just breathe."

His words seemed to calm her a little, for she relaxed and uncrossed her legs for the final time. He chuckled under his breath, spending the rest of the drive in rather comfortable silence with her by his side.

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She moaned as she shoveled a bite of hot fudge sundae into her mouth, her tongue licking along the metal spoon, sucking every drop of fudge off.

Jane immediately stiffened in his booth, his pants growing tight as he watched her suck on the spoon. That mouth...he shuddered at the thought of her red lips around his cock, sucking him just as she was the spoon.

"This is so good," she commented, giving the spoon another sharp lick. "Do you want some?"

Swallowing hard, he shook his head. "No thanks, Lisbon. Enjoy yourself," he said hoarsely.

She shrugged and took another bite, giving another moan of liking. He sat on his hands, trying to keep his breathing steady. He was so hard it hurt, and if she kept making those sounds he'd have to go to the washroom to jerk off.

She quickly finished the rest of her ice cream and looked up at him, a smidge of fudge on her upper lip. He kept a groan in his throat and focused on reaching across the table to wipe it away with his thumb. As soon as he touched her lip she tensed, unsure of what he was doing until he pulled away.

While holding her gaze, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked off the fudge, watching the way her eyes dilated. So he did have an effect on her. Good to know.

"Jane," she said shakily, her beautiful green eyes now pitch black.

"Hm, you were right." He licked his lips. "That is good."

Sexual tension hung in the air between them for a few seconds with Jane watching Lisbon shift in her booth. Her cheeks were flushed and he could only imagine how wet her panties must've been. Soaked, he would say.

Much to his disappointment, she straightened herself and cleared her throat, taking on a professional tone. "We need to get back to the office."

"Must we, though?" He pouted. "Surely no one will notice if we just take a few more hours for ourselves. I say we take a drive together— how does the beach sound?"

She shook her head. "No, Jane. I have to work. You can go if you'd like, but I'm heading back to the office."

His body slumped in defeat. Well, he couldn't get everything he wished for, he supposed. He'd been lucky enough to convince her to take some time to eat. Nodding, he stood up and followed her out of the diner wordlessly.

The drive back to CBI headquarters was much too silent for Jane's tastes. He missed bantering and bickering with the brunette in the passenger seat like he used to before he left for Vegas. As much as he hated to admit it, things weren't the same between them. She didn't despise him, but her guard was up more than usual. She clearly didn't trust him. Not that he expected her to. He sure as hell wouldn't if he were her.

When he pulled into the parking lot, he found his normal parking space and locked the car doors before she could get out. Startled, she turned toward him with wide eyes. "What the hell, Jane?"

He gave her a pleading look. "Let me come over tonight."

Now she looked even more confused. "What?"

"Let me come over tonight, Lisbon," he repeated earnestly. "We need to talk about things. You know that as much as I do."

"I'm busy, Jane." She tried to unlock the doors herself but he blocked her from doing so. Shooting him a glare, she said, "unlock the car, Jane."

"Not until you agree for me to come over."

"This isn't up for negotiation. You can't force me to let you come over!"

He resorted to begging. "Please, Lisbon. I just want to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"There's plenty to talk about." He gave her a look that dared her to say otherwise.

With a frustrated sigh, she tossed her hands in the air. "Fine! Fine, you can come over tonight. But you're not staying long."

He smiled at her gratefully and unlocked the car. "Thank you, Lisbon."

"Whatever," she muttered, getting out of the car and stomping for the CBI doors. He wasn't far behind, eyes locked on her ass in those jeans.

Somehow he had a feeling they wouldn't just be talking tonight.

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Smoothing out his suit, he waited patiently for Lisbon to answer the door. He was eager to see her, some parts more than others. God, he was a mess.

The door was whipped open five seconds later, revealing Lisbon clad in her night clothes. She must've changed as soon as she got home. He definitely didn't mind her new look— she wore a white tank top and black cotton shorts, her long, pale legs on display. Her freckled shoulders were bare and he wanted desperately to taste them. His eyes roamed lower and found that she was barefoot, her toenails painted a pastel purple. She was adorable.

"Come in, Jane, since I have no choice in the matter," she said sarcastically, stepping aside to let him into her home.

He smiled and did as she said, and as he walked past her he could detect the strong sent of cinnamon wafting to his nose. She smelled delicious, so delicious he wanted to devour her.

"Do you want tea?" She asked, already padding into the kitchen while he plopped down on her couch. The sarcasm had left her tone and was replaced with defeat, as if she'd finally realized there was no way to get rid of his presence.

"If you have it," he replied. She nodded and began fixing his tea. He knew she kept the tea bags for him and him only, just in case he were to come over at some point. His Lisbon was a coffee kind of girl. She wouldn't drink tea unless she absolutely had to.

A few minutes later she brought him his tea and sat down beside him on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. She was only inches away, yet it was still much too far for his liking. He wanted to grab her hips and pull her onto his lap so that the only things separating them was their clothes.

He refrained himself though, just as he always did. He took a sip of his tea and set it down on the coffee table. "We need to talk."

"We've established that."

"Right." He cleared his throat, turning his body towards her. "I want to applogize for running off to Vegas and not telling you beforehand. It was shitty of me and for that I'm sorry."

She stilled, surprised by his apology. He rarely ever apologized for doing the things he did. She tended to just forgive him easily. He'd give her a boyish smile and all was well.

Shoving her surprise down, she swept her hair over her shoulder. "Oh. Well, thanks for the apology."

Jane watched her closely. She was shocked and even a little confused about where this was coming from. She'd already forgiven him a while ago for running away without telling her, but he felt that an apology was necessary. After all, he'd been gone for six months. He was supposed to be her friend and he'd left. An apology was the least he could give her.

"And I want— no, I need you to know something." He inhaled then exhaled slowly, feeling her curious eyes on him. "Lorelei means nothing to me. She was just a means to an end. I...I slept with her to get to Red John. You know that, right?"

Lisbon stared at him with those big green eyes, her lips pressed together in a thin line. He knew the mention of Lorelei repulsed her, but he needed her to know the truth. He felt absolutely nothing for Lorelei. She was a mark, nothing more.

Lisbon was the one he truly wanted.

"It's none of my business who you let into your bed, Jane," Lisbon responded eventually with a tight shrug.

He felt a pang in his chest because of her words. She cared, he could see so in her eyes. But she wouldn't admit it. She thought she had no reason to be jealous of Lorelei. She was so sure that he didn't want her, and it pained him. He wanted her so much, he couldn't even begin to explain how much.

"Lisbon," he said steadily, inching towards her while continuing to gaze in her eyes. Hesitantly he laid a hand on her cheek, expecting her to pull away as if she'd been burned, but instead she did the opposite. She lent into his touch. "I don't want Lorelei. I don't want anyone...except you."

Her eyes widened at his sudden confession. He couldn't help but chuckle at her surprise. Lisbon could never tell when someone wanted her and it showed. Tons of men show their interest and she assumes they're just being friendly, not believing anyone could want her.

A lot of men would kill to have her, but she was his and his only. He would make sure of it.

"Jane…" she breathed. "Jane, what?"

"You heard me." His warm breath ghosted over her lips and he felt her shudder. "I want you, Teresa. Only you. No one but you."

"You're not being serious," she said breathlessly, shaking her head. "You don't want me. Don't be stupid, Jane."

"Are you saying I'm stupid for wanting you?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're the stupid one for believing no one could want you. God, Lisbon, you're fucking phenomenal. Stop doubting yourself."

She swallowed hard. His words were honest but he could tell she still didn't believe him. He had to show her somehow. That, and he'd tell her how phenomenal she was until she was forced to believe it.

"You're selfless," he began, stroking her cheek with his thumb down to her jaw. "You're brave. You're caring. You're kind. You're strong. You're beautiful. You're fucking perfect."

"Jane…"

"No, please listen," he cut her off, now cupping both of her cheeks in his large hands. Her lips were so close, but he'd hold back from kissing her for now. He needed to make sure she knew how amazing she was. It was his top priority at the moment. "You're the best person I know. I want you to stop putting yourself down and thinking that nobody loves you or wants you because that's not fucking true. I want you. I love you." He ran his thumb along her lower lip, noticing that her breathing had gone ragged. "I know I said that before I shot you. I didn't forget. I have a memory palace, remember?"

He blew out a breath. "I was just scared at the time. Terrified, actually. Still am. But I can't keep it from you any longer. I love you, Teresa. More than anything. Without you, I'm nothing. You make me want to be a better man. I don't deserve you, but fuck if I let anyone else have you."

Her eyes were wet with her tears, and he caught one with his thumb as it rolled down her cheek. She was so beautiful. He loved her more than words could explain.

"I love you too," she whispered finally, and those words were all he needed before bringing her lips to his.

Her lips were even more perfect than he'd imagined. They were full and soft and tasted of chocolate. He groaned and pried her lips apart with his tongue, swooping it and claiming her mouth.

He couldn't get enough of her. He doubted he would ever be able to. With sudden force he pulled her onto his lap until she was straddling him, their tongues dancing to a song only they knew.

His fingers slid into her hair, bringing her as close as possible to collect more of the addictive taste of her mouth. He almost didn't want to pull away, but he wanted to taste the rest of her, too, so he wrenched his lips from hers and trailed them down her jaw and neck.

Her back arched as he kissed and suckled on her neck, her skin so delicious it made his head spin. His lips brushed over her freckled shoulder and he promised himself that one day he'd count every single one, no matter how many there were. He's count thousands of freckles if he had to and make constellations out of them.

Her fingers danced along the nape of his neck, urging him closer. His own fingers roamed her body and cupped one of her small yet firm breasts through her tank top, earning a delightful little moan from the woman in his lap.

He squeezed her clothed breast and felt the nipple pebble at his touch. He stroked his thumb across the little bud, wanting to taste it. In one swift motion he yanked her tank top over her head and tossed it somewhere across the room carelessly.

A growl erupted in his throat as he was bared the sight of her creamy breasts, dusted with the prettiest of tiny freckles. They were just big enough to fill his palms. Without hesitation he leaned down and took one of them in his mouth.

She gasped suddenly, her fingers diving into his curls for a hold of something. He licked around her nipple and sucked it abruptly into his mouth, nipping softly while she grinded herself against his growing erection. She wriggled her bottom and he hissed, nudging his clothed cock between her legs.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, releasing her breast from his mouth to look into Lisbon's eyes. Her eyes were filled with lust, a devilish smirk playing on her lips.

He grunted in displeasure when she slid off his lap only to drop to her knees in front of the couch, her little fingers groping for the zipper of his pants. Once he realized what she was doing he released a low moan, his head falling back against the couch cushions.

This little minx was going to be the death of him.

She slowly unzipped his pants and tugged them down his legs, gasping at the sight of his huge cock almost portruding from his boxers. He smiled smugly at her reaction. She'd obviously never been fucked by a big guy before. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever even had a good orgasm. If not, that was going to change tonight.

He'd give her so many orgasms she'd forget her own name.

"You like what you see, little one?" He teased, his voice guttural.

He watched her swallow harshly. Then she nodded.

"Don't act so innocent now," he taunted her. "You were so eager to suck my cock before you saw my size. Go on. Open your pretty little mouth for my cock. It's begging for you, you know."

His dirty talk seemed to spir her on because she yanked his boxers down and took him in her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip as if savoring his taste. He immediately hissed and thrusted into her mouth, forcing his length down her throat, relishing in the pleasure she was giving him. Her mouth was perfect. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of her mouth on him, sucking him like a thirsty little kitten.

"Fuck, princess. That's it. Suck me dry...you're so good at sucking my cock. What a good little girl you are."

She whimpered around his cock, and his eyes dropped to where her hand absently drifted inside her shorts, wanting to touch herself. Before she could, he lifted her up and planted her on the couch, hovering over her with his lips just millimeters away from hers.

"You're not allowed to touch yourself," he growled, sliding his hand down the length of her body until he reached the band of her shorts. "This is mine. Mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to fuck. Your pretty little pussy needs some attention, does it? Don't worry, my love, I'll take care of you."

"Jane," she whined, bucking her hips off the couch. "Hurry."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Are you giving me orders? I think you forgot who's in charge here. All I want to hear from you is pretty moans and gasps as I fuck you, do you understand?"

She nodded in response, biting her lip as his hand slipped beneath the band of her shorts and panties. He found her soaking wet core and she gasped, arching into his touch, her pussy throbbing with need.

"Your pussy is so wet," he murmured in awe, stroking a finger along her slit. "So soft. My princess must be aching, hm? Do you need to cum, little one? Would you like that?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, please."

He hummed, slowly guiding her shorts and panties down her legs until she was fully exposed. She spread her legs automatically and lust exploded in his chest just from the sight. She was glistening for him, her clit swollen with need, her folds soaked.

"Fuck, Teresa." He couldn't look away from the beauty that was between her legs. "Such a pretty little pussy. The prettiest I've ever seen."

She mewled with want, and he was unable to deny her any longer. His hands slid up her thighs and as her heady scent hit his nose he went feral, launching forward and attaching his lips to her core.

Her hips bucked into his mouth, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. His tongue brushed over her clit and she whined, wanting more, but he took his sweet time pleasuring her, already addicted to her taste. He planted his hands on her hips to keep her in place and slid his tongue into her, eliciting a loud moan from her lips.

He suckled on her pussy until she came like mad into his mouth, panting and writhing on the couch like a cat in heat. He lifted his head and kissed her body up to her lips, but before kissing her he murmured, "suck on my tongue and taste yourself for me. You need to know how good you taste."

Without giving her a chance to reply, he slanted his lips over hers and transmitted her sweet taste to her tongue. He kissed her for a few moments before pulling away and shedding the rest of his clothes, his cock pulsing with the desire to be inside of her dripping cunt.

"Tell me, little one," he started breathlessly, "do you want my cock inside of you? Do you want me to stretch your pretty pussy until you scream for me, begging to fill you like the little whore you are? Don't be embarrassed, love, I know you love being degraded just as much as you love being praised. Let me give you what you want. Let me fill your gorgeous pussy with my seed, so much seed you'll feel it trickle down your thighs for a week."

"God, yes," she sighed. "I need you inside me. Fuck me, please. Fuck me good."

"That's a good girl." He pressed the tip of his cock to her core, making her whine for him. "You want it? You want my cock, princess? Beg for it."

"Please," she said, her voice shaking with need. "Please, Jane. I want your cock. I want it so bad. I want it inside me. Please."

"I love when you beg for me," he breathed before shoving himself into her to the hilt, knocking the breath out of her lungs as she felt his cock go deep. "Oh, fuck, your pussy is so tight for me. You're not used to the big boys, are you? Don't worry, I'll change that. I'm going to pound you so hard, little one. You'll feel it for weeks. Whenever you rub your pretty thighs together you'll think of me inside you, fucking you, branding you as mine."

"Oh, Jane," she cried as he thrusted in and out of her at full force, his cock filling her until she felt like she would burst at any moment. "Fuck me harder, please. I can take it. Just give me more."

"My little princess wants more cock? Does it feel nice in your cute little hole? I bet it does. I bet you've never felt something as good as this. You've never been fucked right, I assume. I'm so grateful to be the one to fuck you right now. I'll fuck you everyday, give you as much cock as you want for the rest of our lives. How does that sound?"

"Fucking perfect," she moaned, spreading her legs wider so she could take him in deeper. He chuckled and gave another harsh thrust, his eyes rolling back at the intense ecstasy he was drowning in.

He slipped a hand between them and found her clit, rubbing and pinching it to build up her orgasm. She was so close. "C'mon little one. You're close, I can feel you. Cum for me. Cum on my cock, baby."

His words finally sent her over the edge, her cum bathing his cock. He followed suit not even seconds later, and soon she was filled to the brim with his seed, saw it trickle down her legs and onto the couch beneath them.

As he panted, trying to catch his breath, Lisbon peppered his face with short little kisses down to his neck and chest, nuzzling her nose against his golden skin. She already wanted more, the insatiable little witch.

"Can I ride you?" She asked so sweetly it made him melt.

"You know I can't deny you anything," he replied hoarsely. "You're too adorable to say no to."

She beamed and pushed him onto his back so she could climb over him, bracing her knees on either side of his waist before sinking onto his cock. He was hard again, which was no surprise. She was much too sexy to resist.

He placed his hands on her hips and she started to move, guiding him deeper inside of her hot sheath. He hissed through clenched teeth at the sensation, shutting his eyes tightly. She rode him slowly before picking up the pace, rocking back and forth while one small hand searched for a breast. She sighed in pleasure as she tweaked the nipple and Jane's eyes darkened.

"You feel so good," she whimpered, tossing her head back and closing her eyes. "Your cock is so big."

"It's been waiting for you," he whispered, gripping her hips tighter when she started to bounce. "Fuck. You're beautiful. Keep riding me, princess. You're doing so good."

"I'm close," she panted.

"Me too. Cum for me, pretty girl."

She did as she was told and collapsed on top of him, her head resting on his bare chest. He circled an arm around her waist and held her for a while. When he began to pull out, she stopped him.

"Don't. I want to feel you soften inside me."

He smiled softly at her and nodded, sealing the deal with a soft kiss. She grinned and laid her head down again, loving the feeling of his fingers caressing her spine.

"I love you," he murmured into her hair. "You're the only one I will ever want."

"I love you too," she mumbled sleepily, her eyes fluttering shut. Her steady breathing let him know she was asleep and he smiled to himself, pressing a kiss atop her head before falling asleep himself.