Turn-Ons

"Okay, turn-ons, go!" The request is unexpected as they enjoy a lazy Sunday morning in bed, tangled amongst the sheets and it makes her cheeks turn pink, nearly as pink as her pyjamas that almost match his blue ones.

Lisbon laughs lightly, probably to try and hide her embarrassment, as one of her arms flails out to smack him on the chest with a soft thud. "No way!" She exclaims although he perceives from her tone that she isn't totally against the conversation, it is just going to take some coaxing out of her.

"What do you mean no way? I am meant to be your boyfriend." She will never tire of hearing him say that.

Their week has been… well like usual. Chaotic at times, tiring, sometimes difficult but sprinkled amongst those moments were instances of great fun. They wrapped up their latest case yesterday afternoon and they've hardly left her bed since. Even broke her no eating in bed rule when they shared a pizza from the Italian down the road. Domestic bliss. Originally their plan was to go out for dinner and then see a movie, but they both realised that they'd much rather do this. Absolutely nothing, but when it is with each other it feels like something.

They've not been awake long, Jane hasn't even had his morning cup of tea yet, but he's not overly bothered. He's been enjoying idle chat with his girlfriend and doesn't want it to end – especially now they're talking about fun stuff. "Okay I will start." He announces, wanting to continue in this particular line of discussion. "Your turn-ons are definitely slow dancing, probably to some smooth jazz. Any film starring Hugh Grant-"

"What?" She interjects with a gasp.

Her audible shock earns a chuckle from her partner who is finding this whole situation highly amusing. "Whenever we watch a film, it tends to include Hugh Grant and when it does, we usually then make love."

"That's so not… no… I-" She stutters and he's grinning widely.

"What else?" He interrupts her failed ramblings. "Oh." He remembers something else and shifts himself closer to her. Her brow is raised at the devilish glint in his beautiful eyes, and she cannot help but feel slightly wary. She's seen that look too many times before. "How could I forget this?" When he dips his head to her neck and kisses the pulse point there, sucking slightly, almost threatening to leave a mark, a moan escapes her lips, and she senses him smile against her skin.

It is so easy to melt into his touch when he's like this, but she isn't going to make things easy for him. So after finding some will from somewhere, she tenderly pushes him away from her. "You don't know everything about me." She comments, making him raise an eyebrow whilst propping himself up on his elbow so that he's still close to her, in hope to resume what he started soon.

"As I told you many years ago, you're translucent my dear."

"I'm obviously not that translucent because you've missed a big one." She taunts, trying to get one over on him but he is just finding the entire interaction entertaining. He cocks his head, hoping that she is going to put him out of his misery and with a roll of her eyes and an overly dramatic sigh she does. "Your three-piece suits."

"What? Really?" He cannot hide his surprise. "But I used to wear them, well, every day."

"I know..."

"Maybe I should bring them back."

He ponders but she's quick to quash his thoughts with a rash, "No."

"Are you worried that you won't be able to resist me when we're at work, Agent Lisbon?" She blushes once more, causing a realisation to hit him if his lips curling upwards into a smug smile is anything to go by.

"You like it when I call you Agent Lisbon." He flirts and subconsciously she drags her bottom lip through her teeth because he is right. She may hear it said frequently but there is something about how he says it that is all so alluring.

Starting to feel somewhat awkward, she nervously tucks a lock of her dark hair behind her ear whilst turning the conversation around on him. "What about you?" She asks but then recalls something. "I remember you once saying that you like it when I go all authoritarian on you."

"I'm not ashamed in being submissive."

"How submissive?" She may have said this in an innocent tone but it's obviously faux and the gentle touch of his chest gives a glimpse of her attempted seduction.

Jane licks his lips and fleetingly glances down to her hand stroking his torso before resuming to look right back at her when he temptingly queries. "Do you have your handcuffs with you?"

And just like that, they have plans for their Sunday.