Woven Together

Limbs tangled, sheets ruffled and the smell of sex in the air – Lisbon believes that waking up like this will never get old. When she woke up to his lips on her neck she immediately wasn't bothered about the early time because the heat she was exhibiting told her exactly what she wanted, more specifically, who, she wanted. Now her head is resting on his heaving and slightly sweaty chest whilst his fingertips dance down her arm, making the skin tingle, and it just gets her fired up once again, but they can't stay in bed all day. Abbott certainly would not be impressed. "We need to get up, we have work." She reluctantly tells him but that just makes him wrap his arms around her. She pointlessly rolls her eyes because it is not as if he can see them, but he's so used to her doing just that, he most likely now expects it.

"Meh." He dismisses her worries, and she has to stop herself from rolling them again. "We have dedicated so much of our time to being the pillars of law enforcement, can't we be a little late?"

"Being late because you're horny is not a good enough reason."

"You're horny too."

"Oh hush."

This isn't the first time that they've had this conversation. Since they have been couple, there have been quite a few mornings which have started with them making love and then him trying to persuade her that the FBI will cope without them for today. Maybe one day she will actually agree but he doubts it, she is a true professional and although that's one of the things he finds so attractive about her, he sometimes wishes that she would allow herself to let a bit looser. At weekends, they could easily stay in bed all day, not necessarily having fun but simply enjoying each other's company… whilst naked.

It would probably be fair to say that they are very much relishing this different type of relationship they have, it has allowed them to act on feelings that have been building and building exponentially over time. Their first night of that nature together, was hasty, needy, full of desire and when they awoke the next morning, they went through it all again but that time it was slower, tender yet still brimming with passion. Sex isn't a requirement in their relationship but a definite advantage. "You know that thing I did to you last night? I would love to do it to you again." He sultrily flirts whilst his index and middle finger perform a walking motion across her stomach and upwards, starting to graze the underside of her breast.

She smirks whilst pushing away his hand, even though it was massively tempting to let him do what he craves, because deep down it is what she craves too. "You are going to get us into trouble."

"They will never know."

"Us both being late is a bit of a giveaway."

"Fine." He huffs and removes his arms from her, and she doesn't have to turn to face him to know that he is pouting – which he is.

Lisbon pushes herself up and gathers up the sheet to wrap around her body, suddenly feeling the chill thanks to the distance between them. She turns on top of the mattress and sends her partner a raised brow instead of pointing out that he is being childish. He gets the message, and his face breaks out into a smile. How could he possibly ever stay upset with her? He is the luckiest man alive to get to wake up with her, anything else is a bonus. "Come on, let's get up and go to work." She gently persuades and she detects the slight nod of his head in agreement. "And I promise that later I will do that thing you like…"

"Which thing?" He eagerly questions, already knowing that whatever her answer is, he is going to love it.

"The thing."

"Oh." He grins, a cheeky glint in his blue eyes. "That thing." Without wasting another second, he is quick to reach forward and pull her into him by the sheet wrapped around her before initiating a deep kiss. One of his hands gather in her dark hair, his nails slightly scratching over her scalp making her elicit a moan into his mouth. Fleetingly she wonders if they could sack off work and spend the day doing this but giving Patrick Jane exactly what he wants after telling him no would set a dangerous precedent. So instead, she entertains his kiss for a little while longer, loving the feeling of his lips on her own, before tentatively pulling away with a lopsided smile. "Can we at least shower together?" He probes and knows immediately from the lustful yet somewhat coy expression on her face that he is going to get his wanted response.

"Of course, let's save some water…"