AN: I'm really sorry for the long wait, but writer's block sucks (even if you're not a real writer). This chapter is nothing big but I wanted to give you something because you still follow my story and you're so nice in the reviews, really thanks, to all of you. Fluffy chapter for you, enjoy it!
This chapter is for Auri, fingers crossed for tomorrow.
The return at home was silent, none of them felt the need of talking, like if being together once again was already enough. Besides, the air around them spoke for themselves, a mix of anticipation, anxiety, a little bit of anger and a lot of mutual attraction. She knew that, once entered in her apartment, this time, she didn't have excuses anymore, she couldn't play the Marcus card and she couldn't run away from him, also because, for once, she didn't want it. She wanted him, as closed as possible, she wanted to feel his presence that had always made her feel like there was hope again, even in the worst circumstances. She looked at him busy with the driving, he seemed tensed, nervous and she wondered if she had ever seen him like this before, during their brief but intense relationship. Once arrived in her apartment, she went in her room for a quick change of clothes, then she busied herself with the excuse of making some tea, but with the only purpose to take some distance from him and to think about her next move; then she felt his arms embracing her from behind and she surrendered almost immediately to his contact. When he heard her sigh a little too loudly, he smiled against her hair, tightening his hold.
"What will you invent after the tea? You could paint that wall, renovate the décor, clean the fridge..what else? Let's see.." He said seductively in her ear and she smiled in response.
"What's wrong with my décor?" She asked, toying with his fingers. He chuckled and let her turn toward him, to look at her in the eyes, trapping her slightly to the counter top.
"You don't need to be nervous, we can stay here all night and do exactly nothing, I don't care. I just.. I just want.."
"What?" She asked, interrupting him.
"I just want to order some pizza." He finished his thought, gaining a not too friendly slap from her in response.
"Hey." He said smiling and taking the hand that had just slapped him. "I just want to be with you."
She tried to ignore the rush of emotions that those simple and sloppy words had evoked in her, because the problem was that everything that came out from his mouth was meaningful for her; even the most foregone thing, seemed special, unique somehow, like no one had ever said it before.
"We should order some pizza, then." She said, mimicking his joke.
"By the way, I haven't asked you why you were at the party." Jane asked casually after she had ended the call for their ordination.
"Working on a case." She replied casually. "What about you? Try to find the woman of your dreams? She teased him.
"Maybe." He replied, staring deeply at her.
"How do you know Erica Flynn, anyway?" She asked curious.
"I met her at some event, she's like the queen of these social and mundane things.. a very attractive woman, isn't she?" He asked her, teasingly.
"Of course." She replied, trying to hide that hint of irritation in her voice; he smirked, enjoying her childish jealousy.
"The answer is no, Teresa." He said then.
"What?" She asked confused.
"The answer to the question that you are dying to ask me."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied with nonchalance.
"I have never slept with Erica." He said eventually.
"Oh, that's a surprise." She said ironically.
"I'll surprise you more, telling you that I've never slept with Naomi."
"You don't need to tell me this." She said.
"Apparently yes, since you stopped talking to me since that night." He replied, a little exasperated.
"Look, I wasn't in the position to ask anything from you, I had no rights-"
"No, you hadn't." He interrupted her sharply.
They stared at each other for some minutes, like they were studying their next move, Lisbon with a hint of irritation in her eyes, Jane of amusement, still slightly trapping her body against the counter top with his arms.
"Actually, I had some rights." She said eventually, sounding almost childish, arms folded.
"Enlighten me." He grinned at her.
"You know what? Never mind." She replied, trying to free herself from his trap.
He invaded her personal space a little more, closing the distance, "you won't run away again, Teresa! There's no Marcus anymore, no Naomi or whatever, it's you and me now, deal with it." He said softly and she could almost touch his nose with her own, seen their proximity.
"I'm scared." She said in a whisper.
"Of what? He asked, searching for her eyes.
"Everything." She replied.
"A little more specific, Teresa?" He said, smiling and she looked at him finding in his gaze an intensity made of sweetness that made her really realize how much he cared.
"I'm scared because I know you since a month, maybe something more, but it doesn't matter because it seems even less comparing it to the things I have in my mind." When he didn't stop her, waiting for her to keep talking, she knew that he needed more explanations.
"I thought about making love with you, more than once." She said, lowering her gaze.
"That makes two of us, what's the problem?" He asked, tilting her chin toward him to find eye contact again.
"You don't understand." She sighed. "I thought about making love with you, not sex, love." She saw a smile forming on his lips and she didn't know if it made her feel more irritated or relieved. "You know what? Did you want the truth? Screw it! I thought about dating you, about having you as a normal boyfiend, living with you, getting a dog, like the one I had when I was little, I thought.. I want a family with you, a little yellow house in Napa to see the hot-air balloons out of the window and I want to choose the curtains for that freaking window and I know that all of this is incredibly insane but-"
"What color?" He asked her.
"Excuse me?" She replied confused.
"What color do you want those curtains for that freaking window?" He asked serious.
"Well, I don't know, I still have to choose the-" her words were interrupted by the gentle touch of his lips on her mouth. He kissed her once, lightly, then he stopped to gauge her reaction; when she didn't say anything, he kissed her a second time, taking her head in his hands in the process.
"I want to go slow." She said against his lips. He nodded and started to kiss her slowly, almost caressing her lips until she opened her mouth to feel his tongue playing with her own. It was sweet, slow and full of promises and she found herself asking, contradictory, for more. She put her arms around his neck to intensify their contact, he replied raising her on the counter top and putting himself between her legs that were slightly open; he kissed her again, not changing his slow pace, thing that frustrated her even more. She encircled his legs with her ankles, making him come impossibly close and she decided to take control of the situation. She started to kiss him hard, fast, deepening the kiss more every second. He almost arched his back in response, bringing her body against his in the process, making it raise from the counter top and taking its weight on him. One of his hand found her hair, while the other went under her t-shirt, teasing her back. His touch made her arch in turn and this gave him the chance to explore her neck with wet kisses that almost made her insane. When his hand left her back and found her stomach, she almost trembled under his touch, then, feeling brave, she took the hem of her t-shirt in her hands and removed it, remaining with a strapless green lacy bra in his arms. He made her sit on the counter top again and stared deeply at her, trying to control the new wave of excitement that was invading him.
"I thought you wanted to go slow." he said softly, caressing the exposed skin of her breast.
"I've changed my mind." She replied, biting her lip. He mimicked her gesture and bit lightly her lower lip, on the same spot. She took his head in her hands, grabbing his curls gently and keeping her mouth out of his reach, to tease him. When, after the third attempt, he had finally touched her lips once again and they were about to restart their sensual dance, the doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" He asked hoarsely.
"Your freaking pizza." She replied amused, leaving the counter top and approaching the door.
"Forget something?" He asked, throwing her t-shirt at her. "Do you want to give a complex to the poor boy behind that door, woman?"
She laughed, put the t-shirt on and opened the door.
They ate the pizza like it was the best meal they had ever had and Lisbon wondered if it would have been always like that with him, if every experience would have been incredible and special somehow, even the most common ones. She reflected also about the fact that the night after she would have spent the night with another man that evoked in her totally different emotions. She needed to tell Jane about her plan but that night everything seemed perfect, even the tomato sauce at the corner of his mouth was perfect and she didn't want to change anything and most of all, she didn't want to ruin anything, for once.
"Want to watch something?" He asked her from the living room while she was cleaning the table.
"Why not, I don't think there will be something good at this time, though." She replied from the kitchen.
"Look, I've just found your favorite movie." He said cheerfully.
"How do you know about my favorite movie?" She asked amused, approaching him on the couch.
"If I'm right, I'll take you to dinner tomorrow evening.. Breakfast at Tiffany's, here it is." He said, looking at her.
"And what makes you think it's my favorite movie?" She asked curious.
"Well, you are the modern version of Holly Golightly, of course." When he saw the confusion painted on her face he started to explain. "You think that you don't belong to anyone because no one really knows you, you're a wild soul, without a name, like your cat.. and here comes the part when we'll pretend that you have a cat.. all of this, until you'll meet an handsome stranger who'll make you fall in love with him instantly."
"Let's hope to find that handsome stranger, then." She teased him.
"Funny." He said, enjoying their banter.
She laughed and then said. "Oh that's a relief, I thought I was a woman looking for the richest worm-man living in Brazil to marry him."
"Maybe that was your plan since the beginning." He said serious.
"Shut up." She said, laughing.
"So am I right? Favorite movie?" He asked hopefully.
"My mom's favorite." She replied, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.
"I see." He said sweetly, putting a strand of hair behind her ear. "What's your favorite then?"
"I'll go out with you the day you'll guess it correctly." She replied misteriously.
"That's unfair, Holly.. but I'm in game." He said determined.
They watched the movie together, keeping their respective positions on the couch, his fingers though, were always in her hair, his touch constant, tender and tempting at the same time.
At the end, Holly Golightly broke down the barriers and surrended to love and Lisbon knew now, that her own surrender had finally begun.
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