Crimson Happiness (jisbon one shots)

Red Sunset (jisbon)

Jane + Lisbon

Every few seconds my eyes keep darting over to Jane who is lounging on the couch playfully, chatting to some pretty blonde. The pile of paperwork in front of me is huge but I can't help noticing how beautiful the blonde woman is. What irks me even more is how perfect they both look together. Beautiful people. Son of a bitch! Not that I cared! She is tall yet slender, her skin flawless, with a reasonable sized rack. Ah who am I kidding. Her breasts were huge. Who could miss them? After all she was practically shoving them in my Patrick's face! Did i just say my Patrick? Nope! Definitely a typo! In short (unlike the woman) she is stunning and immensely better looking than me.( though why this matters to me I don't know...) I can't stand it!

I stand up straighten my skirt and shirt and march from my office to where the two gorgeous blondes are immersed in their conversation. I clear my throat and get straight to the point. "Excuse me miss, but who (the fuck?!!) are you?" I try to make my voice sound polite and professional but it comes out whiny and envious. "I'm Patrick's friend!" says the skank- oops did I say skank I meant lady. The woman places a well manicured dainty hand on Janes wiry muscled arm, clearly marking him as her own judging by her talon like grip and steely stare. Patrick looks up and sees my clenched teeth and narrowed eyes pointing towards her hand on his arm. He shakes her off immediately then looks up at me, his glowing eyes alight with mischief. He flashes me his adorable cheeky smile. Oh shit! He's a mind reader! You're an idiot! You're an idiot! You're an idiot! I think over and over hoping he'll pick up on this instead. Those gorgeous eyes glint knowingly and he gets up quickly. "I'm sorry lorna! I have something I need to discuss with teresa. Bye now!" The blonde stares at him her mouth slightly open at the fact she has been rejected for this short angry little brunette. She glares at me and I smile back triumphantly, before turning on my heel. "We'll call me Patrick! The woman croons desperately trying to hook the gorgeous man following me. BITCH! "Ok." Says Jane shortly not bothering to look back. He sprints a little to catch up to me.

"So, reesie! He says ( using his cute nickname for me which I truly love but pretend to detest.) "what's up?". WHAT'S UP??? OH SHIT I DIDN'T PLAN FOR THIS!! I just marched over there to separate him from that beautiful blonde. "Ummm...well I err..." I stutter. "I need help with those Rialto questions"I say, congratulating myself in my quick thinking. "Questions, huh?" He smirks knowingly. "You mean the ones I answered for you on Monday?" OH FUCK!!!! He circles me like a predatory yet extremely cute shark. "You know what I think teresa?" He whispers leaning in close, his gaze playful but intense. His eyes are blazing with emotions I cannot decipher. I cant breathe! "I dunno! You're the mentalist!" I try to bite back the retort but it escapes my mouth. He cups my chin gently, catching me off guard, he leans in closer dimpling adorably. I wish my heart would stop beating so fast! "Ah my little firecracker! I think you were jealous!" He whispers, his cool breath upon my ear making me feel nearly faint. I hope desperately he cannot really read minds. I turn as red as van pelts hair. I try desperately to gather my usual cool. "Me? Jealous? Of you?" I snort. It's almost believable except for the fact that the blonde walks past right at that moment and instinctively I step closer to Jane wrapping my fingers tightly around his broad forearm. I hold her gaze right till she walks out, smirking. Only after she has left so I realise the damage I have done to my perfectly constructed lie. I turn slowly and look up at him dreading what he will say.

Instead of some clever remark, Jane is smiling his beautiful eyes alight. "I would be jealous too, you know. Do you really think i found it easy to tolerate Bosco and rughetti and all your various other admirers?". I gaze up at him a little shocked. He laughs freely the glorious sound filling my ears. Damn his laugh! And damn his eyes! And everything about him for that matter! I think. Jane places his hand on the small of my back for one second removing it so quickly I cannot even be sure it was ever there. "I need a cup of tea!" He says suddenly. He gives me his adorable childish smile and walks off leaving me out of breath and desperately wanting him.