A/n Wow – the first Pillow Talk update in 2025!
Someone via NGL left me an anon prompt about a Jisbon tickling fic and well this is what my mind created. It's set after 7x01. I hope you enjoy it! Any other prompts please let me know.
(This update does contain mature themes).
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Ticklish
Life feels different now – and in a good way.
There's more pleasure, laughter, smiling, even breathing feels easier than before. They both have their baggage, and more than their fair share of demons, but it seems facing them is not as daunting compared to before, because they have each other, properly now.
Earlier this evening, when Jane was cross-examined by Marcus Pike in the bullpen, being asked what his plan was for Lisbon, briefly he felt a hand around his ankle trying to drag him into the past, but he didn't let it. They didn't let it.
They talked a little about it whilst he drove them around the city in a 1930 Cadillac V-16 convertible, but not too much. They're quite happy at this moment in time to go with wherever their relationship is taking them because they're genuinely happy for the first time in God knows how long.
Now, they're in her bed, a key to her place that she had cut for him sitting on the nightstand, gleaming under the lamp, a sign of their commitment to each other. It may not be marriage, or having a family, or buying a house together with a white picket fence, but for now it's plenty.
Jane is tugged by his curls from between Lisbon's legs, a spot that he has occupied quite contently for half an hour or so, but now she's had enough as her entire being prickles from overstimulation. He appreciates the cue and has no issue in climbing back up her body, taking in the blissed-out expression resting on her features, before he kisses her sweetly, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
When he pulls back, his blue eyes sweep down her bare form as he attempts to commit the image to memory. Her beautiful curves, the sound of her trying to catch her breath, her scars that aren't imperfections but are just part of her, the light layering of sweat adding a sheen to her soft skin, and the bruise that his mouth has left on the inside of her thigh.
Lisbon's got a great view too. The man she loves hovering over her, curls unruly from her fingers, a smattering of blonde hair on his surprisingly toned chest, other hair creating a trail from his naval and further down to an area hidden by a pair of pyjama pants that are tenting, struggling to conceal him. She's so glad she's now permitted to find him attractive because it was hard for years pretending otherwise.
She lays spent, her body relaxed but utterly useless, the aftershocks of pleasure leaving her breathless. She tries to speak, to put how she feels into words, but they slip away before they are able to form.
Jane, ever observant, smiles knowingly. He presses a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead before settling beside her, his fingertips feather light as they trace down the length of her arm. The touch sends a shiver through her, not from want, but from the tenderness in it – a stark contrast to the fire he had just lit inside her.
"I wasn't ready for this side of you." She finally admits, her voice still carrying the remnants of her unsteady breath.
He props himself on an elbow, watching her with an expression that is both intrigued but also a little concerned. "Is it too much?" The question is gentle, but beneath it sits something deeper, something raw.
Lisbon releases a breathy laugh, shaking her head with a grin. "No. Just surprising."
"It's surprising that I have sexual and sometimes carnal desires?" He questions but he's clearly amused, as his fingers continue their languid path along her skin.
She turns her head to look at him, her green eyes still hazy. "It's just… new to me."
He hums at this with his lips curving. "Teresa, I am human. And you're the person I get to have these moments with, which only adds to my drive." Lisbon swallows, her heart flipping in a way that has nothing to do with what they have just done. It isn't just about desire with Jane, it never has been. It's something else, something consuming and fuelled by affection.
Lisbon hasn't got much of a relationship history. After being engaged to Greg back in Chicago, she didn't allow herself time to date and be loved. She threw herself into her work until nothing else seemed to matter. It was her safe space in a way. Instead she had a string of casual relationships and one-night stands to give herself what she needed and when she needed it… until she fell in love with Jane.
She realised during his six months in Vegas and although she didn't accept how she felt, it's when the fleeting dalliances with others stopped. When they were reunited again here in Austin and they didn't fall back into step in the way she was expecting (or perhaps hoping), she told herself that maybe she should move on. Then Marcus Pike became her first proper relationship since her teenage years.
It may have been what she needed for a time, but it was never going to be her forever. Perhaps Jane was always supposed to be that person, and he, they, may not have a plan right now, but that doesn't worry her. Not yet. "What are you thinking about?" Jane murmurs.
"You. Us."
"Hm, good answer." He smiles and she smiles right back at him. "How are you feeling now we have our first case as a couple under our belts?"
"I think it went well."
"You only think?" She nods. "I think it went more than well. I also think ending a case with a ride in a vintage car is better than case-closed pizza."
"That's some claim." He can tell she doesn't agree with him, even if she does appreciate his gesture this evening of making it happen. "I can't believe we went through a Drive-thru in that thing."
"Meh it gave the workers something to talk about for the rest of their shifts." He muses, recalling the shocked look on their faces as they served them. "And the burgers were pretty good."
"They were good… Not quite as good as case-closed pizza though."
"Okay you've made your point." Jane's fingers continue their slow movements over Lisbon's skin, light and unhurried. But when they skim too close to her ribs, just beneath the curve of her breasts, her body gives a tiny, involuntary twitch.
His eyes flick up instantly, catching the movement like a predator sensing weakness. Amusement lights up his face. He repeats the touch, barely grazing the spot again, and this time, Lisbon sucks in a sharp breath, her body tensing. Jane's smirk widens. "You're ticklish." His voice is rich with delight, as though he has just uncovered one of life's great secrets.
"I'm not." She claims a bit too quickly.
His grin becomes downright wicked. "Oh, Teresa…" He says, drawing out her name in a sing-song tone, full of mischief. "You should know by now that you can't lie to me." Before she can react, he strikes, her wit not coming quick enough this time.
His fingers dance over her sides with practiced precision, careful yet relentless, exploring the sensitive skin beneath her ribs and down her sides. Lisbon jerks violently, a sharp, breathless squeal escaping her lips. She twists instinctively, trying to evade his hands, but Jane follows her movements effortlessly, keeping his grip teasing yet firm.
"No- Jane-" She gasps between uncontrollable laughter as he works her over, his touch unyielding. "S-Stop." It's a word he would usually adhere to in a more serious situation, but he can tell she doesn't really mean it in that way.
"Admit it." He taunts, voice full of triumph as his fingers find an especially sensitive spot closer to her underarms, making her let out a strangled, breathless laugh. It's all very silly and childish and perhaps not an act two people in their forties should be partaking in, but it's fun.
Lisbon thrashes, her muscles shaking with effort, but she refuses to give in. Instead, her years of training and experience kick in so she's able to act, able to wipe the glee from his face.
With a sudden surge of strength, she twists her body and uses his own momentum against him, rolling them over in one fluid, forceful motion. Jane barely has time to react before he finds himself flat on his back, Lisbon straddling his hips, pinning him beneath her.
His laughter cuts off in surprise, replaced by a sharp inhale when she shifts just enough to make him aware of exactly where she is, exactly what she is pressing against.
Lisbon's hands move fast, catching his wrists and pushing them above his head, trapping them against the pillows. She leans over him, her breath still uneven from laughter and pleasure, but her expression has changed.
Smirking, she watches as realisation dawns on his face. His pupils dilate, his chest rises and falls a little too fast. "I think I prefer my game better." She decides, tilting her head as if she's daring him to resume his previous activity.
Jane exhales a shaky breath, his lips parting slightly. "What game?"
She draws her bottom lop between her teeth before rolling her hips – just once and although it's subtle, it states her intent. He swallows hard at this, his entire body tensing beneath her grip. Lisbon chuckles, leaning down just enough that her lips nearly brush against his, but not quite. "I think you know what game I'm talking about."
They both know that they're going to be tired tomorrow.