He was starting to appreciate the sweet taste of her lips – strawberry lipstick mingled with her morning coffee – when her fist connected to his nose.
"Ouch. Always so romantic, aren't you?"
Lisbon only rolled her eyes and strode out of the bullpen; he managed to sneak into the elevator behind her nonetheless.
"What the hell were you thinking, Jane?"
"I wasn't thinking. Haven't you ever acted on an impulse?"
She seemed to consider his answer for a moment. "I just did."
"That's low."
"The next time you feel the urge to kiss me," she grinned a little. "You'd better ask."