Crimson Happiness (jisbon one shots)

Good ole red couch!

ALL CREDIT OF THIS CHAPTER GOES TO SHMUFFINJIGGLE17 (and razzle3) SORRY FOR STEALING THE IDEA GUYS!

Teresa Lisbon

I sigh contentedly as I sign the last piece of paperwork, shove it in its Manila folder and slam it shut. I breathe out slowly. Yes! Finally! I get up and shrug on my leather jacket, preparing to go home. Then I realise, I don't particularly want to go home. I want to go somewhere safe and happy, someplace I feel warm and content like when my mother was alive. My heart pangs as I long after something I have forbidden myself to think about a long time ago. The bullpens lights still glow a welcoming, warm yellow. I walk slowly into the room and notice Jane's couch. It looks almost lonely without a certain golden haired consultant lounging across it. I cross the room almost unconsciously and stand looking at it speculatively. I wish Jane were here I think to myself almost involuntarily. I sink down onto his couch, right where he always sits. Immediately I feel better as I am engulfed by the warm brown leather. It smells like Jane too, warm and musky and happy. A little like sunshine almost. I close my eyes and exhale, relaxing completely......

"BOO!"

I jump about a feet in the air, my heart pounding, my hair flying and my hand immediately reaching for my gun. "Hey lisbon!" chirps an all too familiar voice. Oh no. "I see you have discovered the wonders of my couch!". "Jane!" I say. "You haven't gone home!". "as is obvious!" he chuckles leaning down to ruffle my hair. A little thrill runs over my body at his touch, but I tug away anyway, grumbling. "are you okay, lisbon?" jane asks more serious now. "of course! I am!" I reply. "why wouldn't I be?". "Those eyes look sad, princess!" he says, only half joking. "at least I don't have sunshine piled on top of my head!" I retort back. His laughter dances through the air sounding more like beautiful music than anything. "Seeing as you've invaded my couch, where am I supposed to sleep?" He asks. "ummm first off this is not YOUR couch it's cbis couch and second you sleep here?". "Aww come on, lLisbon you know in your heart that it is my couch!" I hate to admit, it kind of is. The couch is almost a part of him. "well seeing as your not moving, you leave me no other choice". He moves forward and I swing my feet off hurriedly, sitting on one seat instead of lying on three. But he does not sit down next to me like I thought. Instead he sits next to me, so close I cannot breathe, swings his feet up and places his golden head..... IN MY LAP. I freeze not knowing what to and not even breathing. Jane snuggles in further to my stomach. "mmmm!" he says. "Perfect!". "Jane!" I squeal. "C'C'mon! get off!". "Why?" he asks innocently, turning on my lap so he can see my face and fixing me in a trance with those beautiful eyes of his. "You don't mind me doing this, so why ask me to leave?". "I-I I am...what...of course..." I stutters. He laughs quietly into my lap and I fight the temptation to a) strangle him and b) stroke his beautiful curls. I have always secretly wanted to wind my fingers in and out of janes hair. "go ahead" Jane grins suggestively. "I don't mind!" he says winking cheekily. He can't have.... he can't really read minds. I stick my lower lip out and proceed to sulk. "Awwww, Lisbon! don't be like that! I'm sorry!" he says giving me his famous puppy dog eyes. nope I tell myself. You will not look into those god damn beautiful eyes and get the air knocked out of your lungs. You will not want to climb inside and have your heart melt everytime you see them. and you definitely will not want to mash your lips to his. I slap Jane round the head. "Stop using the puppy dog eyes!" I say. "It's not fair, I tell you! it's not fair!". Jane smiles up at me and his eyes are so beautiful and full of warmth, I left my walls crumble and let myself relax. I reach one shaking hand down towards his head and thread my fingers through those gorgeous curls. It feels just as good as I dreamed. Jane makes a strange purring sound in the back of his throat and leans deeper into my touch. We sit there in silence as the moonlight dances across the floor of the bullpen. It turns janes hair silver and I grow warmer and sleepier by the minute. I can't remember the last time I felt such contentedness. "Hey Lisbon?" Jane asks me, "can I stay here?". I fiddle with his hair some more, stroking another sleek curl away from his face. "yes" I tell him.

"Yes."