After Lisbon returned from the bathroom, Jane ushered her back into bed. For breakfast purposes, he said. His hand lingered on her back, stroking the nightgown. She climbed underneath the bedspread, he remained on top, reclining against the pillows. He sipped his cup of peppermint tea, savouring it. Lisbon nibbled on fruit salad and one of the juggle-bagels. There were poppyseeds everywhere. Lisbon didn't notice them until Jane pushed open the drapes, letting the morning sun in. He stood with his arms wide open, face almost pressed against the window, wincing when he accidentally rocked back on his injury.

"How's your ankle?"
"Don't pretend you care all of a sudden. You couldn't handle this kind of pain."
Lisbon's voice got high, "I once discharged myself from the hospital against medical advice to visit you when you were in jail. And I had been shot!"
"Meh. I have it on good authority you were faking."
"Right. I faked being shot."
"Sure. That too." Jane turned around, leaned his back against the window.
She bit back a grin, "What are we going to do today?", popping half a strawberry into her mouth.
Jane winked in reply.
"Besides that."
"You mean after that?" Jane was an unrepentant flirt. Teresa sort of knew this about him already. He used his good looks and charm to get an endless stream of murder suspects to open up to him without even knowing they were doing so, but this was different. This was overtures directed at her, foreign and thrilling, but it was false bravado hiding genuine fear, and she knew it. And Jane knew she knew it. And she knew Jane knew she knew it. And- down the rabbit hole they go.

What she didn't know, and was curious to find out, was what would happen if she challenged him, pushed him a little. Last night she was a bit wary, unsure of the speed, or however these things were supposed to go. Today though? Today she was... well. Digging him.
"We're going to have to drive back to Texas, did Abbott tell you?"
"Something about me being on a no-fly list. I'm dangerous. A menace to society."
"I've been telling this to anybody who will listen for years.", she deadpanned.
"Who knows how many people are now safe from my sincere declarations of devotion."
"You truly are the anti-hero that nobody wants and nobody needs. When do you wanna head back? I'm driving."
Jane grimaced at this. "Uh, I don't know, tomorrow maybe? And, also? Not happening. We'll be lapped by slow-moving sea turtles."
"And we'll all live happily ever after obeying the speed limits and not breaking the law like the law enforcement officers that we are."
Jane fetched his muffin from the tray near the door. "I like that you choose to live life on the wild side. Ooooh, we should buy some flashy police lights and a siren on the internet! Let's googlify that."
"Googlif-? Never mind. Besides, it's illegal."
"So is jaywalking but you do that all the time."
"No, I don't!" Lisbon protested, a little too quickly. A subject change was necessary before he started listing off her transgressions. "Are you coming back to bed?"

Jane froze where he stood in front of the window, mouth paused mid-muffin chew, before swallowing. His eyes narrowed, focusing on Teresa. She sat up in bed, gulping a mouthful of coffee, her messy hair spilling in every direction. Her eyes were clear green, bold, though her underlying expression told him she was nervous he was going to reject her. Huh. As if he ever would.

So he made his way back over to his side of the bed, sat on the edge, put the remaining half of his muffin on the bedside table. Jane wanted to reach for her, lie down, pull her flush against him, on top of him maybe, and invade her mouth with his tongue. Considered doing it. Shivered pleasurably at the thought. Not so easy now he was sober though.

Lisbon sensed Jane's fear and if anything was going to happen she was going to have to stop waiting for him to put the moves on her, that much was obvious to both of them. She crawled across the bed to where he was sitting, gazing at the sunshine dancing across the nearby ocean several stories below. Kneeling behind him, she snaked her right arm across his stomach, feeling upwards along his chest. She leaned forward to kiss his throat, unknowingly the same spot Sleep Lisbon had worried at. Her hand fisted in his shirt below the collar.

Patrick groaned, swivelled the top half of his body around until he found her lips with his. The kiss was sweet, more longing with a sense of promise than passionate.
He paused suddenly, mid lip-lock, and against her mouth mumbled, "Sex is always better on a couch."
Teresa replied, lips still pressed to Jane's: "Is that what you think we're doing?"
Jane pulled away, stood up. Lisbon reluctantly released him from her grasp. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looked at the floor before directing his gaze, up, up the side of the bed, to Teresa's knees. With an intake of breath he let his eyes travel further north, pausing on her hips where the flimsy plum nightgown clung to her, the shape of her underwear beneath obvious to his gaze before allowing it to travel across her stomach to pause on her breasts. The sleepwear stretched over her feminine mounds. They looked unbelievably soft and enticing and he could see the faint outlines of her nipples underneath. Lisbon's pulse sped up and she sat backwards on her heels. Nobody had ever looked at her the way Jane was looking at her. He was in awe, unconsciously licking his lips and continued his visual travels to her mouth. He found her natural pout intriguing and after locking his gaze with hers, his desire mirrored in her. Self control was something he prided himself on, a code he had forced himself lived by, but at that moment in time, he discovered he had none. And that was fine by him.

Before she even knew what was happening, Patrick had lunged for Lisbon, pushing her shoulders down flat against the mattress. He kneeled over her, straddling her hips with his own and she balled her hands in his shirt, pulling him down on top of her. Tearing both her small hands away from him with one of his much larger ones, he pinned both her wrists against the mattress above her head. Grasping her chin, her neck, her hair with the other hand, Jane probed her gasping mouth with his hot tongue. He darted it deeply in, eased back out, swiped it across her bottom lip, listened to her breath catch before delving in again. And again. He repeated the motion several times, tongue out, tasting her lips, memorising how they felt before plunging back in again, lips and breath hot against her own. It was heavenly.

"Patrick..." Teresa managed around his probing tongue. He moaned in response, oral aerobics unceasing, his free hand traveling down her throat, fingertips only, brushing gently down to cup her breast, running his thumb over the nipple. He hadn't closed his eyes. Teresa had, but Jane hadn't, desperate to watch her, needing to watch her. She gasped at his touch, writhed underneath him. Patrick slowed his kisses then, pulled his tongue out of her mouth. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and his hand traveled to her other breast, featherlight, fingers caressing the nipple, feeling it harden at the sensation. His erection hardened too, far from the focus of his attention, though he did choose that moment to press his hips against hers so she could feel the effect she had on him.

The resulting combined strangled groan was enough for him to abandon her mouth, press his lips against her throat, tongue darting out in a thorough exploration to determine where exactly would make her shiver in response. Lisbon tried to catch her breath but it was a losing battle, really. She struggled her arms free from Jane's loose hold on them and grabbed both sides of his face, dragging him up so they were nose to nose. He rested his weight on his forearms either side of her head and grinned down at her, panting, cockier than he thought he'd be. He'd never seen Lisbon turned on before and it was a, well, a turn on.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?!", Lisbon demanded to know. She was flushed, breathing heavily, eyes black.
"I practice on my mirror every night before I fall asleep", came the swift reply. "Wait. Did you think I was a eunuch?"
She glanced down to where his groin was pressed against her. "Well, if I did before I certainly don't now."