Homeward Bound
Chapter 4
Jane woke up at five o´clock.
He jumped up immediately, whistling a happy tune. What a wonderful day.
He showered and decided to skip the shave today- his stubble was just right to give him a certain roguish look, he rather liked that, and it fit his purpose just fine.
He dressed carefully…the perfect shirt, the perfect suit. Finally he watched his reflection in the mirror and was content with the effect. He looked good. He opened another shirt button, though- his lady seemed to like that.
Poor Lisbon. She didn´t stand a chance. He smiled and left his house, humming happily.
He arrived at CBI headquarters well before six o´clock and found the bullpen still deserted. Perfect.
He laid down on his couch, closed his eyes- and waited for the object of his desire to arrive.
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Agent Lisbon stood in her office door and watched her consultant, who was sleeping on his couch.
Her eyes were wary and tired.
She didn´t want to wake him up. She´d rather ignore him completely- pretend he wasn´t there at all. But she…needed his help with this stupid case. She met one dead end after the other and had no idea how to solve the puzzle.
She groaned and strolled closer, stopping in front of the couch.
She looked at him, and her feelings hit her full force.
She still remembered her anguish at the trial- how she had longed to touch him, how she had missed him every day, how all the tears she´d swallowed had threatened to suffocate her.
Through her shock, the feelings of anger and betrayal, part of her had always wanted him to get free.
Prison was no place for him.
She shook her head. Damn her for this soft spot she still had for him- it made her vulnerable to his little games. But she wouldn´t give in.
If this…obnoxious pest thought he could still charm her after all he´d done, he was dead wrong.
She sighed.
But hell if he wasn´t pure eye candy on display, stretched out on his couch like that…
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Jane could almost hear her thoughts. He pretended to be asleep and carefully contained the smile that threatened to blossom on his features. He enjoyed the turmoil of emotions she endured standing next to him.
He would so have her…he felt her body heat, small waves of warmth that made his skin prickle with anticipation. He had missed her so much. Now he was whole again, no matter how much she glared and scowled at him.
He knew she wanted him. And it felt sooo good….
When she kicked against his couch, none too gently, he rejoiced inwardly. Let the games begin- brace yourself, sweet Lisbon, you´re in for a hell of a show…
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Jane yawned and stretched heartily, his back forming a perfect arch, slim hips pressed into the worn leather…he absentmindedly rubbed his legs together, the lower part of his body undulating, a lascivious sigh escaping his lips.
Lisbon gritted her teeth.
Jane stretched both arms out over his head which caused his shirt to slip from his waistband, so Lisbon caught quite a glimpse of his taut abdomen.
"Oops," he giggled and pushed the shirt back, which was even worse…his hands (damn, those beautiful hands) slid slowly over his body and inside his pants, shoving the shirt back with soft, sensual movements…
Lisbon involuntarily pressed her legs together.
"Jane!", she snapped, "Are you awake now? Can we get to work, dammit?"
He sat up slowly, moving his body like a big cat, tensing his muscles deliberately- his lips curled into his best, most blasting smile.
"Of course, Lisbon dear", he drawled, his voice low and raunchy, "I´m quite rested. And I had some interesting dreams…"
Again he rubbed his legs together, then spread them slightly, sighing softly.
Lisbon closed her eyes. Life suddenly felt like a journey to hell. Damn, she could already feel the heat…
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Jane looked at the file once and already had a strong hunch about the killer. Boring case- but almost over, just his luck.
Much more interesting were Lisbon´s reactions to his physical presence- she all but squirmed in her chair, wriggling her delectable little bottom while he studied the file…he decided to intensify her obvious discomfort and rubbed his chest casually, causing the collar of his shirt to diverge even further. He let his fingers dip beneath the fabric and moistened his lips with his tongue- very slowly.
Lisbon whimpered slightly, her breathing accelerated considerably.
Jane pushed his hand through his hair- Lisbon´s wide-eyed stare told him that this was exactly what she´d love to do.
"And?", she growled.
He smiled sweetly at her.
"Bring Finnegan in for interrogation, give me ten minutes to get a confession and", he snapped his fingers, "your precious case is closed."
"You skim through the file for about two minutes and know who did it?", she asked incredulously.
"That´s what you pay me for, isn´t it?", Jane beamed, pushing both arms up on the backrest, displaying his pectorals, "By the way- those photos in the file are great. You´d just have to look at them, and they would help you a lot- believe me."
Lisbon scowled at him.
"Cho leads the interrogation," she snarled, "you can assist, if you have to."
"Whatever you wish, Lisbon", he said amiably, flashing her another blinding smile.
He gyrated his hips against the couch, just slightly, but he saw her swallow visibly. When she walked away, he let his head fall back and sighed in triumph.
Well, that one was fun to write- I hope they get back to the funny part of the show in season four…fast. Thank you so much for your reviews and alerts. They mean so much to me!