A/n This was the result of being bored. Contains mature themes.

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The Best Mornings

Before Lisbon got into a romantic relationship with Jane, she could have probably counted all her great mornings on one hand. She used to hate them. Waking up with a cold space beside her, getting ready without communicating to another human and then there was the traffic on the commute to work. The only times there weren't traffic was if she had to get up before dawn to investigate a crime scene and not only that, she also had to be ready to take control when she got there. It has been a while since she has had to do that. Not being in charge definitely has its perks and besides if she were still in charge of the major crimes unit back at CBI then having a relationship with her consultant would be so sordid… but for some reason that makes her smile wider.

Now mornings are better and like today are much more fun. Some days he wakes her, already dressed, with a gentle kiss and a cup of coffee, other days he is spooning her whilst whispering sweet nothings in her ear that are always a little cheesy but not enough to stop her from feeling like jelly inside. Occasionally they act on that in the morning, but she is starting to sense time ticking and despite her wanting to continue with the sheer pleasure she is experiencing she also has a sense of duty. The groan she then releases makes her want to forget that duty entirely, but she can't, she is not wired that way. "Jane." She murmurs and tugs at his head of curls which are situated quite nicely between her legs. He moans at the action, the vibrations going straight to her heat and mentally she is kicking herself for putting a stop to this. "Jane." She says his name again, but not in the way that he would wish, and as she pulls harder, he moves away from her with huff, his blue eyes looking disappointed, the bedsheet resting on the back of his neck.

"Could you at least call me Patrick when we are in bed together?" He teases and ruffles his hair with his hand that she'd rather he'd put to a much better use if only work didn't beckon.

"I do call you Patrick in bed." She retorts, her expression serious but then it changes, a cheekiness getting thrown into the mix and he knows that he is going to love whatever she plans to say next. "In fact, I said it quite a lot last night, maybe too much."

The bed dips as he starts to move up her body, littering kissing while he goes from the inside of her thigh, his lips ghosting her navel and his tongue gliding skyward on her breastbone, the variety of textures causes her to shiver under his touch. He then hovers over her sizzling body, his lips mere inches from hers and he is smirking because he knows that he has her exactly where he wants her. Her chest heavily rises and falls in anticipation for what is going to happen next whilst his eyes flicker from her own green ones and down to her bottom lip being dragged between her teeth and then back to her eyes again so their attention is fused when he huskily utters, "I will never be tired of you moaning my name, Teresa."

Last night wasn't like this. He didn't have her at his mercy in fact it was more the other way around. He was cuffed to the metal bar of the headboard whilst she brought him so much pleasure that he thought he was going to black out. It was definitely something they both enjoyed, but there is something about the expectation hanging in the air right now that has her writhing on the mattress, powerless – the only powerlessness she appreciates.

Jane presses his lips to hers and immediately is pushing his tongue into her mouth so that she can taste herself on the muscle. His own mouth catches her moans, one escaping into the air when he starts to trail his kisses from her jawline down her neck, sucking at the sweet spot that he knows is one of her biggest weaknesses. With his hot lips on her skin and feeling his hardness against her thigh she recognises how close she is to losing control. "Patrick." She drawls, in attempt to pull him from his lust-fuelled haze. He peers back up at her with a pout in response. "We have work."

"They survived without us before, can't they survive now?" He questions although he understands that it isn't going to get him anywhere. She simply quirks her eyebrow in reply. "Besides, we have time. Give me fifteen minutes and I can give you another two bursts of pleasure…" He drags a fingertip over one of her breasts and downwards towards the spot where his mouth was just minutes ago, she bites down hard on her lip making it swell just so she can supress a satisfied sigh. "You know I am able to."

Lisbon knows that for sure, he has skills which she could only describe as magic but even though the clock on their bedside table is digital, in her head it is ticking so she gives him one last look as a way to almost ask for pity and he grants her it with a roll of his eyes. "Thank you." She murmurs and instead of continuing his path, he shifts to lie on the other side of her, his legs swiftly becoming tangled amongst the sheets.

Their fingers entwine, and he is pulling up her arm, so he is able to delicately kiss the pulse point on her wrist, relishing the sensation of it beating quicker than usual under his supple lips. "How do you feel?" He questions once placing their conjoined hands back on the bed.

"Wobbly, but in a good way." She praises and he softly smiles, an adorable look aided by the lethargy in his baby blues that morning usually brings him, and it makes that wobbliness soar. "The perfect way to wake up." There are no more lonely mornings where she wakes up cold thanks to her solitude, there is no more silence whilst she makes her coffee and although there will always be rush hour traffic on the roads, at least she can go through it with a genuine smile on her face. "We really do need to go but I promise that I will make this up to you."

"You don't have to make anything up to me. Okay?" He says and she can tell that he truly means it. "I love making you feel good."

"And I love it when you make me feel good."

"And I love you."

"I love you too."