A New Bed

The convenience got her into his bed tonight. It is a rare occasion, them sleeping in the Airstream but after a case which had them travelling in the trailer anyway, they decided to park up and spend the night in it instead of her condo. Usually she is reluctant, his mattress isn't the comfiest and she would much rather use a fully functioning bathroom, but it isn't too bad when she is with him. Tonight, he made them pasta in his little kitchenette before they cuddled up in his bed to watch baseball on her laptop. He doesn't really care for sports, but he knows that she loves it and is glad to make her happy – he doesn't mind what they do as long as they are together. "I'm thinking of getting a new bed." Lisbon comments during a commercial break, voicing something that she has wanted to broach with him for a short while.

Jane's brow furrows at her announcement, he didn't realise there was anything wrong with her bed and he believes he would have noticed considering how he sleeps in it most nights. It is more suitable for sure than his own but enjoys how they lounge on his, she is currently lying between his legs with her back on his chest and his arms are bound around her torso. "Do you not like your bed?" He asks in response and despite not being able to see her face thanks to their position, he senses her hesitation in replying.

"It isn't that." She mutters, her voice very small. Hoping to coax whatever is on her mind out of her, he reassuringly rubs a hand up and down her arm, trying to persuade that whatever it is, is okay. "I was reading a magazine and there was a discussion about whether it is weird or not, sharing a bed with a new partner which you have had an ex-partner in." He frowns at this. Not once when he has carried her to bed has it even occurred to him that Pike may have done the same thing because what is the point of dwelling on something so insignificant. She is with him now and he isn't at all begrudging that she had that relationship with Marcus, relationships are a part of life. He was married for crying out loud! "I didn't think anything of it at first, in fact I dismissed it entirely but then it begun to fester."

"It doesn't bother me." He is quick to say as soon as she stops speaking and his soothing tone has her relaxing under his touch, sinking lower against his body.

"It bothers me." She admits and then sighs. "Is that strange?"

"Hm, I'm not sure." He replies, pondering her question but not really getting close to an answer. If he weren't so drowsy from a long day of chasing bad guys combined by his love fuelled lethargy, then he would be able to dissect what this could all mean. Almost like a therapist would but without the creepiness and homicidal urges… yes, he has definitely not had the best experiences with psychiatrists. It then hits him that it doesn't matter really what he thinks because if she would be more comfortable buying a new bed then that's what she should do. "But if that is what you want then go for it."

When she starts to move into a sitting position, he briefly wonders if he has said something wrong and has upset her in some way, but the small smile on her face says otherwise and how she peers temptingly at him through her lashes. "You will come and choose with me, right?" Her smile turns into a fake pout in attempt influence his following response but that just makes him chuckle.

"It is your bed!"

"Yes, but I'm hoping that you're going to spend a lot of time in it." She proclaims with a faux innocence which makes something stir within him and she watches his eyes turn dark with lust.

"You're so hot." He comments barely above a whisper, his voice slightly gravelly and that – as he knows – always flicks a switch in her head.

With one foot she closes the laptop and the swiftly shifts to straddle him, feeling his obvious heat beneath her. It is amazing how much she can suddenly melt for him as she becomes overcome with need and she makes her desires abundantly clear when she connects their lips and kisses him deeply, a hand in his hair yanking softly at his curls. He moans into her mouth but that just urges her on. Their evening of idle chitchat whilst chilling in his bed has been forgotten and replaced with a much more fun night filled with not-at-all lazy activities. "I thought you were tired." He murmurs against her lips, his bottom one having just been nipped with her teeth.

"Maybe you will have to do all the work." Patrick Jane is generally allergic to any kind of work that means he will have to use up energy but once she seductively utters these words, she can tell from the smirk on his face that he doesn't have to be told twice.

His arms snake around Lisbon's back to pull her closer to him and consequently her face is then nestled into his neck but when she goes to tongue there she is taken by surprise because he is abruptly rolling them over so that she is underneath him with her legs wrapped snuggly around his hips, drawing him tighter. She is beginning to become impatient; she knows what she wants but if the slow, tender kisses that he is littering down her jawline and neck are anything to go by, he plans to take this steady and to tease her in the process. The sucking at the pulse point on her neck has her gasping and she senses his mischievous smile against her skin.

But then he halts his movements when a fresh thought hits and she releases an unsatisfied huff as he leans back minutely to get a look of her flushed yet still gorgeous features. "Wait a second, how do you know that I have had no lady friends in this bed?" He questions and she can't stop the derisive scoff that she then elicits, but that makes him raise an eyebrow. "You are really going to scoff when I have you in this position?" He suggestively enquires whilst swooping a loose lock of her dark hair behind her ear but then runs the back of his index finger down her cheek, discovering how hot she is under his touch. He loves being at her mercy, having her take control and feeling things he did not think were possible, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy having her at his mercy too. Patrick brings a finger to her lips and runs it over their suppleness, noting how her breathing changes and how her pupils blow. "I could leave you here now…" He playfully threatens and catches her chin with his fingertips, watching her uncertainly swallow at his words. "…all frustrated."

"You wouldn't dare." She breathlessly states, hoping that he really wouldn't because she doesn't know what she would do if he did. Expire perhaps.

It is tempting, he deliberates, because he is also contemplating what she would do if he did. However his own want trumps that curiosity, and she is panting when she feels his fingers on his other hand dip into the waistband of her pyjama shorts – giving her the answer that she was yearning for.