Good evening all. I'm back again. Due to the horrible weather i've spent the whole of today either reading or writing fan fiction. And, i missed to the lunar eclipse because it was just too cloudy to see.
Anyway onto the next chapter, it kind of ran away from me a little if i am honest. It's an odd mix of flirty, fluffy, romantic and heart breaking. I hope i did a good job, enjoy.
Of Many Things
Chapter Nineteen
The simple, and some what childish game of Frustration that was currently being played by Jane and Lisbon had turned into an altogether stronger battle of the wills. There had of course been heart felt flirting chatter and immature chatter to begin with; well for the most part really. But now Lisbon was one killer role of the dice away from beating Patrick Jane, something that she was sure would go down in the history books. However, rolling anything other than a five would mean that he himself was only a single role of a six away from winning. He was currently returning the glaring look that she was giving him, no doubt trying to put her off rolling the dice. Half a second away from placing her slightly clammy hand over the skin warmed bubble that encased the dice she was shopped by the words of Jane, 'Shall we make this a little more interesting?'
His proposition baffling her a little, her eyebrow raised to it's usual setting, but she was secretly rather enjoying the idea 'What are the stakes Mr. Jane?'
'If you role anything other than a five, then i get to challenge you to a Lisbon friendly dare.' he stated, as if it was the most serious message he had ever delivered.
Lisbon's lips quipped up into a slight smile, 'And if i do role a five?'
'Then you get to have your wicked way with me.'
Lisbon thought about answering back, but in all honesty she couldn't think about anything other than that very tempting sentence ringing about in her head. Instead, she focused her entire energy into willing the dice to role a five. Slowly she brought her hand back over the bubble, flashing a quick glance into the eyes on Jane as she did so. Releasing the bubble, it popped up and the little dice rolled around for longer than seemed scientifically possible. With one last click of it's plastic casing, the red cube landed with four little white dots shining up at them. 'Crap.' Lisbon hissed, almost under her breath.
Jane smugly clicked the bubble and watched as he rolled a six, daintily clicking his green game piece into 'homey', daring Lisbon to react with his bright blue eyes.
'If i'm not very much mistaken, i think that means you owe me a dare Miss. Lisbon.' As much as Lisbon hated to admit it, there was something about Jane's unrelenting self confidence that made her a little weak at the knees. She turned into some what of a giggling school girl if he so much as looked at her with those eyes, and that damn smile. The man was some kind of wonderfully infuriating magic.
Jane could practically hear the moaning that was running through Lisbon's head as he pretended to ponder her dare. Of course, in reality he had planned this outcome from the very start. Putting just enough pressure on the bubble to role a six, all the while knowing Lisbon would press the thing too hard to have any kind of control over the dice. She really should have suspected that there would be a game, behind the game. He had a sneakier mind than she gave him credit for, but he intended to put it to good use this time.
Realising that he had waited long enough to truly make Lisbon squirm a little, Jane began the next phase of the most spectacular date he had ever planned, 'Close your eyes.' a statement, rather than a question.
Lisbon was now just plain confused, 'Is that my dare?'
'No, but if you don't do as i say, then the dare won't work, and my genius plans will be foiled,' Jane smiled brightly, as if it should have been completely obvious, 'now, close those beautiful forest coloured eyes of yours.' And she did just that, trusting that whatever Jane had planned next would be a million different kinds of wonderful.
Lisbon was sat with her hands clamped tightly to her eyes, not quite trusting herself not to peak if she had just closed her eyes. She could again hear Jane rustling about all around her, lugging about something that sounded as if it were quite heavy, at least if his occasional grunts were anything to go by. She couldn't help but giggle, quietly at first, but then she couldn't stop. Each time she thought she had controlled herself she would hear a little grunting sound escaping from somewhere in the room, and would dissolve into a fit of giggles she realised how obscure the scene would appear to anyone who happened to walk into her room. Lisbon, who was supposedly a patient in the ICU was currently sat with her eyes covered by her palms, a huge smiled plastered across her face, whilst a mad man in a three piece suit huffed about around the room, carrying all manner of mystery objects with him as he went. Lisbon thought she might very fell explode from the shear power of her laughter. It had been many, many years since she was in such an uncontrollable fit of laughter. She felt very much like she had just been sent out of assembly for talking too much, and was now faced with the prospect of calming down before the head teacher appeared. She was truly hysterical, and yet somehow managed to keep her hands in place. Her muscles ached and her cheeks felt like they might not ever stop burning, but she didn't care. It was all just too funny. But then she realised that Jane had stopped with whatever he had been doing, and was now most probably staring with that very intent look he often had when studying a suspect. Oh' how she would miss that look. Suddenly, it didn't seem quite as funny as it had done, in fact it wasn't even close to being funny. Tears stung at Teresa's tired eyes, kept back a little by the pressure of her slightly shaking hands. They slid down her slender arms and pooled at the bend of her elbow. She would miss so much. There we so many things that she would of taken the time to really enjoy had she known it would be her last chance to do so. The bitter rain that would unexpectedly pour down on them in the middle of a case. She remembered the look of pure unadulterated joy in Jane's eyes the day they had ran through it together. A leap of faith into the wild weather, and to the safety of her SVU. The way he had tipped his head back like a little kid would, and stuck out his tongue to the skies. Or watching the city from the roof of the CBI building. It was not something that Lisbon did often, but if a case ever got too much, she would let herself onto the roof and just take in the entire city. The feeling of being so high up making her a little light headed, but not minding at all. She had, even as a little girl climbing trees in the park, always wanted to be as high up as she possible could be. To take in more than you ever could from the ground. The freedom of being so close to the sky that you could almost touch the marsh mallow clouds. Her tears kept falling; harder and harder. Taking over her entire body. Breaking down all the strength that she had tried so hard to keep. Tearing through her being like wild fire.
She felt the strong arms of Jane envelope her trembling body, pulling her as tight as he could against his chest. Her hands now scrunched up in his soft blue shirt, her face hidden from the room by the warmth of his body. He stroked circles on her back, and shushed her like you would an over tired baby. Teresa Lisbon was not one to freely admit that she ever needed anyone to help her; she was independent to a fault, but right now, she would scream her need for Jane from the roof tops. She felt safe, something which she hadn't really experienced in it's entirety since the last time she had seen her beautiful mother, all those years ago.
Lisbon had calmed down enough to be able to sit herself back up, and Jane loosened his protective grip a little in order to allow her to do so. The minute her eyes opened she was aware that the hospital room looked vastly different to what it had when Jane asked her to close her eyes. That harsh strip lighting had been replaced by the warm flicker of candlelight. Great rows of different coloured candles lined every surface that she could see; emanating a beautiful soft light out across the room. On the floor a wide circle of tea lights flickered brightly. Her eyes travelled about the whole room, finally coming to lay on an antique record player in the corner to the left of the tea lights. She was at a loss for words. Never had she imagined such a breath taking sight to be revealed. She looked over at Jane, who's eyes hadn't left her since she opened her own. His smile sparkling ever more in the almost ghostly light. He kissed her lightly on both cheeks, delicately removing any trace of her salty tears, before extending a hand to her own. Their eyes locked with passion and love, and Lisbon placed her palm Jane's. 'Teresa Lisbon, may i have this dance?'
Okay, what did you think? I'm not too sure myself, but once i start to write out the plot, i don't like to change my mind. We will get to see the dance in the next instalment, i've been thinking about the idea since about the second chapter. aha
Please let me know what you thought.
Thank you again for reading, Katie.