A/N: Hi everyone. This is my first ever Jisbon fanfiction, and I am super excited to share it.

I started watching The Mentalist earlier this year after a surgery that put me in bed rest for a week. I never expected to fall so hard for a show that ended almost a decade ago, but here I am, writing fanfiction and obsessing over Jisbon.

I am still in season 5, but of course I already know how the whole thing ends. This story is an attempt to explore what the dynamics of married Jisbon life would be like. It has a mix of everything: cuteness, romance, bantering, comforting, sexy times… No shortness of Jisbon here. Have at it!

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- The Gift -

All his life, Patrick Jane heard he had a gift.

He didn't necessarily agree with such a statement, but he could see why people would think so. His sharp intelligence, accurate perception, and excellent people skills made him stand out wherever he went. Some people spent years training to acquire a fraction of the skillset that came so naturally to him.

It wasn't as if he hadn't had his share of training, though. But now that he was much older and wiser, his ability to pick up on details that people often overlooked was already an integrated part of his being instead of a trait Jane could switch on and off.

"How was work, my dear?" He asked in a collected voice as he stirred up something in a skillet with his back turned to the kitchen door.

"Damn it, stop doing that!"

When Jane turned around to meet Lisbon's gaze, he saw that the exasperation he'd heard in her voice was matched by her less-than-pleased facial expression. He couldn't help it and let out a chuckle.

The way he was obviously having fun by once again startling her made Lisbon even more frustrated.

The FBI agent always hated it when she made a conscious effort to sneak into the house unnoticed, barely making any noise, but Jane somehow still detected her presence before she could verbally announce it.

"So?" He raised both eyebrows, expecting her to answer his initial question. Jane watched in silence as Lisbon took a glass from one of the cabinets above the sink and filled it with fresh water before drinking it in one go. "Rough day?"

"It was alright," she gave him a morose smile that told Jane everything he needed to know. He could tell her day had been awful, but he wasn't going to press it. "I didn't see you at the office. How was your day?"

"I spent all day here working on the garage," Jane dipped a ladle into the skillet and got a taste of the sauce he was making. He added a bit of salt to the dish before looking back at Lisbon. "My day was good, but it got even better now that you came home," he stared at her intently, flashing that wide smile that seemed to reach all the way to his eyes and always broke past Lisbon's defenses.

It was hard to stay mad at him whenever he smiled at her like that.

"Stop trying to flatter me," the FBI agent muttered as she took off her fitted dark blazer, trying to sound stern, but the timid smile on her face betrayed her. It was obvious she didn't want Jane to stop. "What do you have there? It smells amazing," she approached him and leaned forward to get a kiss.

Jane gladly indulged her.

"I am trying a new recipe for shrimp scampi," he noticed the approval on her face and puffed up proudly, "I used garlic and butter," he added, knowing she would approve of it.

"Oh, I love you, Patrick Jane," Lisbon bit her lower lip when she felt her mouth watering, unable to take her eyes off the food. "This is just what I needed."

"Yeah, I figured," Jane gave her an almost imperceptible wink that proved he knew more than she cared to share.

Lisbon remained silent, which also told him a lot. After a few minutes, Jane turned off the stove.

"Dinner's ready. Do you want to eat now?"

"Absolutely, yes," Lisbon used the kitchen sink to wash her hands while he quickly set the table.

They ate while talking about random topics that didn't involve work. Jane hadn't gone to the office that day, which wasn't unusual. Even though Lisbon missed having him there, she couldn't complain. In as much as spending the day working next to Jane was great, having him all to herself at night was even better.

Lisbon's career had improved considerably in the FBI. Over the past few years, the agent had gotten several job offers to move to more prestigious offices, such as New York and Los Angeles. But the truth was Teresa had grown to really like Texas, and she couldn't imagine trading the life she and Jane had in Austin to live in a busy city where work would demand even more of her time and energy.

Perhaps that would have made her happy in the past when she'd used work to fill the emptiness she felt in her heart but desperately tried to pretend that wasn't there. It was only after lowering her guard and admitting her feelings for Jane after he'd confessed he loved her that Lisbon had finally admitted to herself the truth she'd been denying for the past decade or so: she wanted a family of her own.

When Lisbon had first joined the FBI at Jane's request, it had taken her a while to get used to not being the boss anymore. But that new reality hadn't changed the fact she was a natural leader who had always been competent in a position of power. Coincidence or not, her skillset and dedication to work added to the reputation she had acquired as a brilliant investigator had opened new doors for her.

It had all started with invitations to talk in seminars and courses, ultimately culminating with her taking a position as an instructor within the Bureau.

Her new job meant she wasn't on the field as much as before, but Lisbon didn't mind. She had always liked her being out in the streets, but she had to admit it was a huge relief to go to work in the morning without the threat of being shot to death hanging over her head.

Besides training new and experienced FBI agents, Lisbon also taught a criminology elective course at a prominent university in Texas once a week. Her lectures focused on the use of details that often went overlooked by detectives and forensic experts at crime scenes. Every now and then, Jane would join her as a guest.

Unsurprisingly, he was an absolute success with the students.

Lisbon's working hours were much less demanding now, which was also a tremendous upside to her current position.

Now, more than ever, Lisbon had every reason to want to focus on her personal life rather than concentrate her energy solely on her career.

She had a new home. She was loved. She was needed. And on top of all that, she was cherished.

After dinner, Jane got up to collect their dirty dishes.

"You want to go there, don't you?" He narrowed his eyes as if accusing her. He had caught Lisbon glancing over her shoulder twice in a minute.

Lisbon didn't bother denying his accusation. She'd already learned to accept that she was a terrible liar. There was no point in lying to someone who could see right through her, so she merely grimaced in response.

"Go," Jane sighed dramatically as he playfully rolled his eyes. "I'll clean up here," he said with a more serious expression despite his friendly voice.

"No. It's not fair," Lisbon said as she started to stack the dishwasher. "I'll take care of the mess. You go read a book or something."

They had an unspoken agreement that whenever one of them cooked dinner, the other took care of the dishes. Since Jane had spent a couple of hours in the kitchen preparing their meal, it was only fair that Lisbon let him relax afterward.

"Go," Jane insisted after glancing at the clock on the wall. It was nearly nine in the evening, and he knew soon it would be too late. "Give them a kiss for me."

"I love you," Lisbon replied cheerfully before cradling his face between her hands and standing on the tip of her toes to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Yeah, yeah, you do," Jane playfully tried to whip her bottom with a dishtowel, making Lisbon laugh as she dodged the hit and rushed upstairs.

She still had a smile on her face when she made it to the second door on the right, where she could spot a faint bluish light inside the bedroom. Careful not to make any noise, Lisbon opened the half-closed door to find two small figures sleeping so soundly her heart was instantly overtaken by a peaceful sensation of pure bliss.

The agent tiptoed into the bedroom, almost stepping on a few scattered toys. She picked up a couple of small cars and placed them next to the dinosaur-shaped lamp that illuminated the bedroom with the dim blue glow.

She stared at the angelical face of her sleeping son and carefully sat down next to him on his bed. Lisbon ran her fingers through the boy's hair to remove the rebellious golden strands from his face before she leaned forward and kissed him on the head.

She then pulled a fluffy white blanket and tucked the little boy in, making sure he wasn't cold.

Immediately after, she repeated the whole process on the opposite bed. As she tucked in her other son, Lisbon thought about how much the identical twin boys resembled their father.

They both had Jane's sunny disposition, effortless charisma, and propensity to get themselves into trouble. Lisbon smiled when she remembered that just yesterday, she'd had to return a plastic hook prop to the preschool's art teacher after one of the twins had stolen it thinking he was sparing Peter Pan from being pursued by Captain Hook.

Just like their father, the boys' hearts were in the right place. All they needed was a little guidance.

She caressed her son's hair but soon realized there was no point trying to smoothen out the disheveled locks. Other than his personality traits, the four-year-olds had also inherited Jane's full head of glossy blonde hair that curled at the ends.

Lisbon had always secretly found his hair to be an irresistibly charming physical trait in the man she'd fallen in love with, so she absolutely adored that their sons had taken after Jane.

"Mom loves you and your brother so much," Lisbon whispered into the little boy's ear before showering his head with kisses. "Good night, sweetheart."

She begrudgingly left their bedroom and went into her own, using the ensuite bathroom to take a long relaxing shower, hoping it would wash off the day she'd had.

Forty minutes later, Lisbon went back downstairs to find the house engulfed in complete silence. It wasn't exactly surprising, given as Jane hardly ever watched television.

As expected, she found him lounging on the largest sofa in the living room with an open book in his hands.

Lisbon noticed the impressive speed with which his eyes scanned the pages. She'd always known he had a brilliant mind, but his intelligence never failed to impress her. Jane could pick up on concepts and explanations so quickly - even the highly complex or abstract ones - that sometimes she wondered how much information actually fit inside a human brain.

"Hey, scooch over," Lisbon picked up the remote and turned on the television before sitting next to him. There was another perfectly comfortable couch and two elegant lounge chairs for her to choose from, but she didn't hide the fact she wanted to be next to Jane.

When she lay down on the couch with her legs folded, he didn't take his eyes off his book but silently pulled her feet to his lap, giving Lisbon what she wanted without her needing to voice it.

When Jane used her legs to support his book, Lisbon had to suppress a smile at his practicality. She scrolled through the TV channels hoping to find an interesting classic movie until something much more interesting caught her attention.

"The Bears are playing tonight!" She celebrated excitedly, quickly glancing at Jane, who appeared unfazed. Lisbon blinked a few times in his direction, hoping he'd take the hint and look at her. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Hm," Jane answered without taking his eyes off his book.

"I wonder what's so fascinating that you can't spare two minutes of your time to pay attention to your wife?"

That finally did it.

"Is two minutes all you need now?" He asked in a teasing voice after closing the book.

Jane's reflexes were quick enough that he was able to dodge the soft pillow tossed in his direction.

"Very funny," Lisbon answered sarcastically, spotting his signature grin lighting up his face. When the agent realized she had his full attention, she extended one hand in his direction, which Jane immediately took. Lisbon gave it a light squeeze before gazing at him. "Watch the game with me?"

Jane picked up on her melodic voice as she voiced her request in the sweetest of ways. They both knew Jane cared very little about football. But he cared a lot about Lisbon.

She clearly wanted his company. The notion made him happier than he cared to admit.

Jane put his book aside and let her use the hand that held his to gently pull him nearer. As he laid down beside her, Jane slid his free hand on the full extension of one of her shapely legs until he rested it on the curve of her waist, reveling in the sensation of her smooth, fresh skin against his palm. After showering, Lisbon had gotten comfortable in a pair of cotton pajama shorts and a white T-shirt that looked oversized for her. Jane was sure the piece belonged to him.

"Do we need to make a quick run to the store tomorrow?" He raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

Lisbon knew there was a catch there somewhere, but she refrained from showing her suspicion.

"I don't know, do we?"

"Well, we obviously need to get you some clothes," Jane smirked at her. The couch was large by traditional standards, but in order to fit both adults lying down, Jane had to pull Lisbon's back against his chest and hold her tightly. "Since you're wearing the kids' shorts and my shirt, I mean."

"These shorts are mine!" Lisbon protested, looking down at her legs to double-check what she was saying.

Jane knew the cute plaid item in tones of pink and grey did not belong to his sons, but he couldn't pass on the opportunity to pester Lisbon about how revealing her clothes were, no matter how much he enjoyed the sight of her in them.

"Where is the rest of it?" He asked, a glint of playfulness lurking in his eyes as he touched the hem of her shorts.

Lisbon resisted the urge to poke her tongue out at him.

"Very funny," was her sarcastic reply. "I didn't know you cared about my clothes."

"To be quite honest, I like you much better when you're not in them," he gazed pensively at the television.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"By the way, you're being all possessive, saying my clothes and all, but that shirt isn't yours," he whispered against Lisbon's ear at the same time he slid a hand underneath the piece, making her squirm and suppress a laugh when he tickled the flat surface of her stomach. "Do you know how we're always telling Andy and Matt that they must ask before borrowing each other's things?" Jane asked her in an excessively somber tone, looking at his wife as if he was really disappointed when it was obvious he was enjoying himself. "I am sorry, but you can't talk the talk and not walk the walk, my love," he added with a deadpan.

Jane prolonged the pause between his sentences to create some suspense.

"You didn't ask to borrow my shirt before putting it on," he finally gave his verdict. "I am afraid I'm going to have to ask you to take it off," he unabashedly made eye contact with her.

"Is that so?" Lisbon smacked her lips playfully, playing his game.

"I am sorry, but it is what it is," Jane nodded regretfully, the effort he was making not to crack up visible on his face. "We have strict rules in this house," he said, unable to contain a teasing smile that creased the corner of his lips. "Rules are rules, you know. And I didn't make them; you did. They're meant to be followed."

It was Lisbon's time to burst out laughing.

"You're lecturing me about rules?" She couldn't keep a straight face. "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black."

Jane didn't even bother defending himself. Instead, he opted to bury his face in the crook of Lisbon's neck. She settled back against him, quickly distracting herself when the Bears recovered possession of the football.

Lisbon watched her team's offensive drive while Jane split his attention between the TV screen and her much more interesting neck. His right hand was still underneath her shirt, his thumb idly stroking the area just above her midriff.

The agent remained silent for the following minutes, but she was aware of how good it felt to be in that position, snuggled up against her husband while he affectionately caressed her, looking like he was about to doze off.

Feeling the urge to reciprocate his displays of affection, Lisbon reached behind her shoulder until she cupped the back of his head with her hand. She then ran her fingertips through the hair on his nape, gently kneading and stroking his scalp, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of his soft golden strands against her fingers.

"Your hair is longer than usual. Are you going to get a haircut?" She asked distractedly.

"Should I?"

"No," Lisbon momentarily took her eyes off the game and immediately smiled for the split second their eyes met. Only when her gaze was fixed on the television again did she add, "I mean, only if its length is bothering you."

"But do you prefer it when it's like this?"

"I do," she turned her head back and used the hand on the back of his neck to pull him for a quick kiss. "You know I do. I love your hair, and I like it when you let it grow enough that it gets wavy."

"No haircut for me, then," Jane whispered charmingly while he ran his lips down the extension of her neck. "How much longer until the game is over?"

"The fourth quarter has just started."

His groan of disapproval made Lisbon laugh. They spent the following minutes lightheartedly bickering on the couch until the game was over.

Jane noticed that even though his wife was visibly happy about the Bears' impending win, there was still that shadow of sadness in her eyes. He'd first spotted it when she'd arrived home earlier that evening, but it had gotten particularly evident when his wife's face lost all traces of playfulness after a TV ad asked for funds for an organization that helped victims of domestic abuse.

As much as Lisbon tried to avoid dealing with negative emotions, he knew something was consuming her. And if they didn't talk about it, those feelings would just keep haunting her.

"Are you okay?" Jane asked considerately when he noticed Lisbon had turned her back to him again, choosing to face the television as a way to avoid his direct gaze and the position of vulnerability she was so uncomfortable with.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Lisbon replied by deflecting the question.

Jane kept silent on purpose, hoping that would encourage her to talk, but Lisbon didn't budge.

"I heard about your case… Cho told me today that the oldest sister didn't make it."

Even though Lisbon didn't say anything, Jane could tell she'd held her breath. Her whole body went stiff. He made an effort to remain completely still as well.

"Yes," she said after a few seconds. Lisbon had tried to sound neutral, but the slight changes in her intonation had never fooled Jane, and they weren't about to now.

At last, he placed his hand on her arm and rubbed her soothingly. "I am sorry."

Over the past couple of weeks, Lisbon had been supervising a case involving the disappearance of three children after the mother had reported them missing. As suspected, the abusive father had been the kidnapper. Almost two weeks later, the FBI agents had finally located the minors locked in a basement on the outskirts of Austin.

The children had been found in horrible conditions. After a quick investigation, it became clear that the oldest child, a brave nine-year-old girl, had sacrificed herself to ensure her little brother and sister were looked after.

Their drug-addict father had kept them in captivity, sometimes leaving them for days without any food or water when he was too high to remember they existed. The girl had barely eaten or drunk during the period, saving every resource she could get her hands on for her younger siblings.

The cold, dehydration, and malnourishment, added to the lack of medication for her underlying asthma, had made her sick. Even though the FBI team had found all three siblings alive a couple of days ago, the oldest girl was in a really bad shape. Earlier that morning, she had passed away from respiratory distress after the pneumonia she was fighting took a turn for the worse.

Jane knew the toll that particular case had taken on his wife and why. She had also been the oldest child in a dysfunctional home once. Lisbon had been just like that little girl, sacrificing much of herself to keep her brothers safe. Jane knew that even though she didn't voice it, his wife felt responsible for not finding the children in time to save the oldest.

"I love this job, but sometimes it really, really sucks," Lisbon summed up.

Jane could perfectly understand her.

"You did everything you could, you know," he rubbed her arm affectionately, trying to be supportive without making her feel worse about the situation. He knew that Lisbon had a tendency to blame herself whenever her team failed.

Longs seconds of silence followed until Jane heard a muffled sniff.

"Maybe if I had spent more time helping Cho with the case instead of attending a stupid meeting about courses, we would have gotten to her in time."

"It wasn't your fault," Jane assured her, moving closer. "There were qualified people out there doing the work, and unfortunately, they couldn't get to her in time. It's not possible to save everybody, Teresa."

Upon hearing those words, Lisbon gave up trying to fight off the tears that had been accumulating in her eyes.

"I just keep thinking that if I had just talked to Cho and gotten involved in the case sooner, perhaps I might have—"

"Don't," Jane gently interrupted her. "Don't lose yourself in the trap of what ifs," he wisely advised her. "You didn't do anything wrong. No one did," he tightened his grip around her waist as Lisbon finally allowed herself to feel the emotions she'd been bottling up. "It's okay to be upset about this."

They remained in silence for long minutes. Lisbon hated breaking down like that, but even she had to admit that she felt a lot better after sharing her emotions, even if she hadn't spoken that much. It turned out that just the process of accessing her feelings and allowing herself to shed a few tears had a healing power.

When she seemed okay again, Jane kissed her on the head and wiped a remaining tear off her face. He looked proud of her, and the notion made Lisbon more emotional than his support.

"Feeling better?" Jane asked, a kind smile deprived of any malice on his lips.

She nodded yes.

"You knew all along I was upset over this," Lisbon affirmed after a few seconds, correctly interpreting Jane's actions. "That's why you cooked scampi tonight. It's also why you insisted on doing the dishes and told me to go upstairs after dinner."

"I figured you'd want to see the boys after the day you've had," Jane humbly admitted.

Lisbon finally turned around to face him.

"Thank you," she touched his face with one hand, her heart heavy in her chest. She was deeply upset about the life they'd lost that day, but at the same time, she couldn't help feeling blessed for her family. "I know I am closed off, and I have a hard time sharing…" she broke eye contact with him, looking slightly embarrassed. "That just makes me extra grateful that you never need me to voice a single word to know exactly how I am feeling."

"Well, sometimes you do complain about my ability to read your mind, but I am glad to know sometimes it's useful," Jane said with good humor, succeeding in relieving some of the tension.

"Oh, so now there is such a thing as reading minds?" Lisbon leaned forward and touched her forehead to his before gently nudging his nose with hers.

Jane closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. His lips automatically parted, but before he could do anything, Lisbon gently kissed him.

She remained snuggled up against him, completely ignoring the game on the television. It felt amazing to relax against the comfortable warmth of Jane's body. Being in his arms made Lisbon feel the safest she'd ever felt in her whole life.

"The Bears won by ten points," Jane announced after the broadcast was interrupted, raising an eyebrow in her direction. Lisbon knew he couldn't care less about the game result, so it was obvious he had an ulterior motive to point out the final score. "Let's celebrate," he winked, confirming her suspicions.

"Come on," Lisbon got up and used the remote to turn off the television. "Let's go to bed."

When Lisbon left the bathroom after brushing her teeth, she found Jane already under the covers. The agent turned off the lights, engulfing them in total darkness before she crawled into bed.

"You know what I just realized?" Jane asked with excessive casualty, stealing a glance in her direction.

"What?" Lisbon smiled, staring at the ceiling.

"You're still wearing my shirt," he pestered her with mischief in his eyes. "Give it back, Teresa."

Lisbon chuckled and rolled over in his direction.

"I've stolen this shirt from you years ago. I am sure it's not the first time you've caught me wearing it," she guessed correctly. "You don't care about the shirt. You just want to have sex," she affirmed, shaking her head despite being completely on board with her husband's schemes.

"Wrong," Jane answered with conviction, almost fooling her.

"Oh, really?" Lisbon raised both eyebrows, visibly not buying his attitude. "So you don't want to have sex?"

"Hm," Jane answered mysteriously. "You are wrong about the shirt, my love. I do care for it. It's one of the few items I have from our old days in California. I let you have it because you look much better in it than I ever have," he said flatteringly.

"I see," Lisbon's frown wrinkled her nose. "You want to have sex, but then you don't," she shook her head, giving up trying to understand him. "You're a mess."

"No, I am not," Jane explained, his smart-ass grin making another appearance. Lisbon was just as annoyed as she was dazzled by it. "I do want to have sex, but this sentence alone doesn't fully convey the extent of what I want."

"The extent of what you want?" Lisbon narrowed her eyes.

"Yes."

"And what would that be?" She asked impatiently after he was silent for what felt like long seconds.

"I want to have sex with you."

"Yes, I picked up on that part," Lisbon's face showed her total confusion.

"You don't understand. I want to have sex with you," Jane emphasized, looking at his wife with his most charming smile. "I am saying that I don't want sex just for the sake of having it. For example, the idea of going solo or doing it with someone else doesn't appeal to me at all," Jane leaned in her direction and let his breath hover over her ear before whispering seductively, "what's most interesting in the thought of having sex with you is that it is with you. You're what I want."

Lisbon melted.

"Oh, you're good," she grabbed the collar of his pajama top and pulled him in with a big smile on her face, not even bothered by his confident smirk. "You're really good…"

Jane looked proud of himself when she kissed him. But just as he imagined his wife would break apart, the innocent peck on his lips was followed by an open-mouth kiss that seemed to instantly ignite all the circuits in his body.

When Lisbon captured his bottom lip between hers and nibbled on it, Jane lost all capacity to form a coherent thought.

He rolled over her, his lips immediately trailing down the side of her face to her neck and then the soft curve of her breasts. Lisbon took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, anticipating what she knew was to come.

Every now and then, her husband's ability to easily pick up on her body language and read her made her furious. But if there was one place where his abilities served to fully satisfy her was in bed.

They had been married almost five years now, but it hadn't taken Jane more than a couple of weeks to fully figure her out. Lisbon had never needed to voice what she liked or wanted him to do because Jane could easily find out from her reactions. He was also great at matching her mood with what kind of sex would satisfy her on any given day. Sometimes, he acted more romantic and sweet, and other times, he made things wilder and more heated.

He was an amazing, generous lover who always seemed to know exactly what to do to please her. He was by far the best partner Lisbon had ever had in every sense of the word.

While he kept busy stealing a kiss that left her breathless, Lisbon slid her hands on his shoulders down to his arms, feeling the toned muscles tensing under her touch. Years of working on their house and building stuff from scratch had contributed to putting Jane in the best shape he'd ever been.

Jane had always been a handsome, attractive man, but Lisbon reveled in knowing he'd never looked better or been happier than now.

"I love you," Lisbon absentmindedly confessed when he kissed a spot below her ear. She only realized she'd said the words after hearing them.

"I love you too," Jane moved his face up to meet hers and grinned before playfully kissing the tip of her nose. When Lisbon opened her eyes and saw his loving gaze, the smile she instantly gave him was all the encouragement Jane needed to want to please her in every way he possibly could.

After brushing his lips on hers, he soon disappeared under the covers, starting a downward trail of kisses from Lisbon's neck. He then hooked his fingers on the waistband of her shorts and panties and slid them down at an agonizing pace, kissing every bit of his wife's flesh that he slowly exposed until he got rid of both pieces at once.

Wasting no time, Jane resumed his initial task, starting a new path of kisses. This time, he covered her ankles, her legs, and the inside of her thighs until he…

"Oooh," Lisbon dug her fingers into his hair, mercilessly pulling on it as a wave of desire assaulted her.

"Now I get why you didn't want me to get a haircut," Jane's voice sounded muffled under the covers.

"Oh, shush!" Lisbon chuckled, wondering how in the world he was able to make her laugh at a moment like that.

Jane held the back of her knees with each of his hands and gently pulled her legs apart.

"Right here?" He asked in a seductive voice, even though he already knew the answer.

"Right there," Lisbon panted, shivering when she felt him nibbling on the skin of her inner thigh before he finally touched her where she wanted him to.

The bedsheets got creases where Lisbon's fingers could reach. She couldn't focus on anything other than the pleasure Jane was giving her.

His wife's throaty moans fed Jane's desire to give her everything, so he kissed her even more passionately, using his lips and tongue to touch her where she was most sensitive.

Lisbon arched her back and writhed beneath him, unable to take the familiar sensation that threatened to make her lose control over her own body, to take her spiraling down to that promised land that was so mind-blowing. She felt a wave of warmth flowing to her every cell, igniting the passion that already burned in her heart.

Lisbon had never quite understood how Jane could make her surrender to him so easily, but none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was that he didn't stop.

And Jane didn't stop.

He kept on touching her and kissing her until it finally happened.

Lisbon felt a build-up of ecstasy gathering on her inside, that delirious, euphoric, tingling sensation that started somewhere deep inside her core and exploded in an uninhibited release of control throughout every inch of her body.

When she finally caught her breath again, Jane was already lying by her side. He smiled at her with a mix of pride and tenderness when he saw how flushed her skin was. Unable to resist it, Jane moved his head to kiss the light freckles that made her beautiful face even more alluring.

"That was wonderful," Lisbon affectionately caressed his hair with her fingertips before she pulled him by the nape to give him a long, lazy kiss. "Do you want your shirt back now?" She asked suggestively, flirting with him.

"I very much do, yes," Jane replied, eager to see her fully undressed. He was torn between lying by her side to enjoy those lingering kisses or getting on top of her again to start things over, but Lisbon made the next move before he could make up his mind.

She rolled over and straddled his hips. Jane's hands immediately went to her waist, holding her firmly at the same time she seductively pulled the white shirt over her head.

The enticing smile on her face left him mesmerized. Jane wasn't able to say a word as he ran his appreciative gaze all over her petite figure.

Lisbon felt a boost of confidence. She loved it when her husband looked at her like that, as if he couldn't get enough of her. Lisbon wasn't arrogant about her looks even though she had always been conscious that men usually found her attractive. But the way Jane's blue eyes smoldered whenever he stared at her made Lisbon feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

The thought only increased her determination to reciprocate the love he'd given her and see him drowning in pleasure.

That wasn't exactly hard, Lisbon thought with a provocative smile on her face. Jane had always been easily susceptible to anything she did to him, and now it was no different.

After his clothes formed a pile on the floor, Lisbon took over again and got on top of him, kissing him everywhere her lips could reach. His low groans showed the effort he was making to contain himself. Whenever they were in bed, Jane was more comfortable in a position of control, which was fascinating considering his calm and easygoing nature.

Lisbon had noticed that on the very first time they'd slept together, but what surprised her the most back then was realizing that even though she liked to control things and boss everyone around, she didn't mind giving Jane this kind of control.

She'd once read somewhere that strong women liked men who were dominant in bed because nothing gave more power to a woman than knowing her guy couldn't control himself or keep his hands off her. After sleeping with Jane for the first time, Lisbon finally understood the truth in those words.

It was amazing to watch how he struggled to remain in charge of himself. Sometimes, Jane looked at her like a predator about to sink his fangs in his prey before taking her down. At other times, his eyes were overflowing with affection and tenderness when he held her in his arms and kissed her as if Lisbon was the most precious thing in the world.

She loved how he could oscillate between both forms and how he somehow managed to keep a balance. With each passing second, each breathtaking kiss, Lisbon only wanted him more.

She wanted Jane in every way she could have him. On top of her. Against her. Inside her.

Lisbon whispered that confession in his ear, and it looked like she'd finally taken him to his edge.

Jane rolled over her, keeping her captive underneath his body before he finally gave her what they both wanted.

Soon after, Lisbon ascended into heaven again. This time around, Jane went with her.

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I have a confession to make: this story has a part 2. I actually wrote it in one go, but it got too long so I split it in 2 chapters. The second part is basically more fluff, romance, and Jisbon spending some quality time with their boys. And it has the gift that gives the story title any sense. I haven't gotten around to edit it yet but I probably will if you guys are interested.

Second PS.: English isn't my first language, so I am sorry if there are any horrible mistakes that might have compromised your reading experience.

No one has the obligation to do anything, but if you want to leave a shoutout or review, I will deeply appreciate it!