A/n This is the final Pillow Talk for now. In case you missed it, I posted a multi-chapter Jisbon AU called "The Tea Shop" recently and I have plans for another AU soon.

The idea for this was prompted on Twitter by lestrangle – big love to them, please go and read their fics!

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The Mind Trick

She was never much of a napper. Even on stakeout duty as her team slept, she wouldn't take her eyes off the target, it wasn't in her nature to do anything different. Since being pregnant, napping has become a daily occurrence, especially over the past month. Before it would be as soon as she would get home, her husband would tend to find her snoozing on the couch, not even making it upstairs and usually with her jacket still on. Since she has begun her maternity leave, her napping has mainly been done in their bed.

With there only being three weeks to go until her due date, Lisbon feels like she is ready to pop, and she isn't enjoying what she perceives to be "waddling" everywhere. It means now more than ever, Jane is running after her, making sure he is doing everything he can to make her comfortable.

It is him walking into the bedroom with a stack of clean clothes that has her rousing. He has a bit of a sweat on after a hectic day of heading over to the remodel to check out the work a plumber has done, doing the laundry and he has just been out for a grocery shop. He doesn't mind though; he loves being busy and knowing what the end goal is truly makes it worth it. They are going to have their perfect little family and a wonderful house to live in. "Good evening Sleeping Beauty." He greets as he puts away the clean clothes, catching her yawning from the bed. "I have been to the store and got stuff to make a vegetable curry for dinner. I also bought strawberries, apples, cheese puffs and red velvet cookies as requested."

The talk of food has her properly waking up and she is very glad that she has long past the dreaded morning sickness that minimised her appetite down to almost nothing. Pregnancy has certainly been a ride and although she has been unlucky by having most of the worst symptoms, she believes a part of her will miss it when it is over. Soon though, she will be able to hold their son in her arms, in the little yellow duck blanket that she has made for him, and just be able to smile that it happened at all. "Did you get mint chocolate chip ice cream?" She asks as she not-so-gracefully pushes herself up in a sitting position, just as her partner rushes around to her side of the bed to prop a pillow behind her.

He furrows his brow at her question. "You didn't ask for ice cream." Jane murmurs, making sure that she is relaxed against the pillow. "Did you want ice cream?" He says, stepping back so he can have a look at her face.

"Yes." She pouts and he chuckles.

"I am not a mind reader my dear."

"You used to be." She replies without a thought, something that doesn't bother him, but he observes how panic floods her being. "That's not what I meant. I-I was thinking about at CBI, not before-"

"Teresa, it's okay." He immediately calms and she does nod however she still appears unsure if the flicker of insecurity in her features is anything to go by. "Are you okay?"

"Tired and my legs are cramping." She admits with a sigh.

Once upon a time, Teresa Lisbon would have hidden this kind of ugly truth from him. She would have pretended that everything is alright, always, but now her walls when she is around him are non-existent. It is one of life's greatest honours, being devoted to her. "Do you want a light massage?" He offers, his hand already gliding down her leg, just a thin sheet between their skin.

"A light massage?"

"Strong pressure could be dangerous… I read it in a book." He murmurs, delicately running his hand up and down absentmindedly. "But I could give your legs a light rubdown with slow strokes?"

"What about dinner?"

"It can wait for a minute."

"Can you just lie with me?"

"Of course."

Lisbon watches her husband walk around to his side of the bed; the pattern of sounds having become strangely familiar from months of him doting on her. The patter against the wooden floorboards, the brief quiet rhythm when he is on the navy rug, and then back to pattering before the rustling of the sheets as he climbs onto the bed. It is oddly reassuring. "Did you want a cuddle or just company?" He queries, knowing that it depends on numerous factors but especially the heat and it is a very warm day.

"Just the company." And she knows that this is alright because he has never once made her feel guilty. So he settles down on his side of the bed, on top of the covers, giving her what she desires. "I knew you weren't psychic because you kept saying so and I believed you, but there were times I wasn't sure." She muses, staring up at the crack in ceiling that has annoyed her ever since she moved in but thankfully the remodel being completed is only a few months away. She supposes that it will be less distracting when the baby is here because she will have something else, something much important, to focus on. "Do you remember that case with the fires in Marquesa?" He hums at this, it was almost a decade ago now, or there abouts, but he remembers like it was yesterday. Perhaps, because he was almost burnt to a crisp. "Before we found out about the case you did a mind trick on me. Made me think that you had access to my thoughts… How did you do it?"

That was one of their better mornings. It started off easy, with no cases and paperwork for their previous closed one already filed, zero Jane related incidents for a couple of weeks, and she was in a great mood. The mind trick just had to be done when she was so care-free because he knew it wouldn't last. "I manipulated you into thinking of those shapes by making them with my hands… simple trick really." He makes all his tricks and schemes sound so easy, maybe that's why she succumbed to going along with them so often. "Then telling you that I had the key to your thoughts was just a bit of fun. I think it was the first time I saw you blush." Teresa glances to her left and sees that he is smiling as he recalls the tale and that makes her smile too. "Your cheeks definitely went pink…" He then turns his head towards her, a playfulness in his expression that she has fallen for and asks, "What were you thinking about?"

She really should have seen this coming. If it weren't for Cho interrupting them at that moment with the case, she is sure Jane would have pressed for this answer. He would never let something go. "I think it was the first time I saw you as attractive, I guess. Not in the same way as now but…" She trails off her reply, averting her gaze in embarrassment, resuming in studying the crack above her which could be said to be in the shape of the Sacramento skyline… Maybe pregnancy is making her delirious. "I remember thinking how good you look when you're happy and not the fake happy you would put on for everyone else." She may not be a mentalist, but she is a detective, and it is something she spotted only about six months into working with him. Oh how he irked her at times all those years ago. Working this out, that he tends to don a mask, felt like a major breakthrough in a case. "In that moment, I think you were genuinely happy. That's what I saw anyway."

"I was." Jane reveals and although it is only two words, they carry such gravitas it is like he has just recited a famous love poem to her. She looks towards him once more, a soft smile resting on her features, and it still amazes him that they're here, together, after everything. "All my happy memories from the CBI involve you."

"Tell me about them." Lisbon requests, already sensing herself sink deeper into the mattress in preparation. Just hearing him talk is enough to pacify her.

"Well let's see…" He ponders, closing his eyes so he can visualise them better. It isn't difficult to find the 'Teresa Lisbon – CBI' part of his memory palace because it was one of his favourite areas. "At the end of that same case, we ran in the rain together. I pulled you out from under the dry porch and held your hand, only briefly, but it made me warm inside despite the pouring rain." She remembers it clearly, mainly because of how damp her clothes were as she drove them the long distance back to Sacramento. "Then there was that case in Rancho Rosa, we danced together for the first time. I didn't think you would agree to it but as we swayed, I felt you let go. Properly. And it was honour to have that trust from you."

She can hear the song in her head now, 'More Than Words' by Extreme, a tune she has always loved but after that day it carried a special meaning. Maybe they should have danced to it at their wedding. "But I guess it worked both ways." He continues to chatter on, but it is becoming more for himself. He doesn't mind this though; it is nice to experience the memories again. "I may have found it difficult to allow myself to trust you, but I did. The amount of time I would spend sleeping on the couch in your office is evident of that." He is sure that some people found it odd, how the consultant for the major crimes unit would nap on the department lead's couch – one that he bought for her. Maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised when the same people suspected that they were anything more than friends or colleagues. "Do you remember all those times we shared a sundae on the balcony? Out of the sometimes-stifling bullpen and with the city view as our backdrop… I should have known you wanted mint choc ice cream today from the number of times we-" He is cut off by a gentle snore from his side and when he turns his attention to her, spying how restful she has become as she returns to the land of nod, he smiles. "Right, dinner." He mutters to no-one before as quietly as possible, he removes himself from the bed, blowing his wife a kiss before wandering out.