White Rose

Chapter 8: Teresa's POV

A/N: Hey guys! Two chapters in one day! So I was wondering if anyone has suggestions on how to get more readers? Feel free to comment/DM me! I love all of you!

Summary: Jisbon fluff and Lisbon deals with her feelings for Jane. Cliffhanger ending when it starts to get steamy! XD

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When I was sure I was out of Jane's view, I rose from my spot on the floor and walked into the downstairs bathroom to get changed and freshen up. I closed and locked the door and turned on the faucet before splashing my face with cool water. When I turned around I saw a bundle of my clothing sitting on the toilet seat. Jane had managed to find a pair of my jeans and an orange v-neck Tshirt. Along with that was a matching bra-pantie set and my football jersey I wore as pajamas.

'I am not staying the night, no matter what he thinks.' I told myself and picked up the jersey. I heard a metallic clink on the tile floor and saw my gold cross necklace. Okay, maybe I could forgive him for bringing the pajamas. Once I was changed I picked up my bundle of dirty clothes and headed back upstairs towards the bedroom. Jane had left the door open and was hopping into a pair of jeans. My entrance startled him and he fell mid-jump, landing on the floor.

"Teresa!" He exclaimed, wriggling the rest of the way into his pants, "I didn't expect you to come back up here."

"Sorry." I said trying not to laugh at how adorable he looked, laying on the floor and squirming like an inchworm, "I didn't know where else to put my stuff."

I threw my bundle of clothes on the bed before flopping down, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"What's the matter, Lisbon?" He placed his hand on my knee from his now-kneeling position on the floor.

"Nothing." my voice sounded child-like.

"We've already proven I know when you're lying." Patrick replied and rubbed soothing circles on my kneecap.

"What you said yesterday," I couldn't look at him, "are you sure? You told me you couldn't love again. And me? Really? You're my friend and coworker and there are so many women begging for your attention."

"But they're not you." He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, "they're not my Saint Teresa."

Damn him for being so irrestible.

He stood up and placed his hands on my face, cupping my chin, "I meant what I said, every word of it."

I finally decided to give in. I kissed him and I felt the Sparks from the other night return, only now they were fireworks. He pushed me onto the bed and continued kissing me. We explored every inch of each other's mouths, gasping for air every so often. When Jane started to kiss down my neck I moaned. I had never felt anything more amazing in my life. I wanted him.

Then my phone rang.

Dammit.

"I have to answer this, it could be work." I said when I could take a breath without interference from Jane.

I pushed him off of me and attempted to compose myself before answering my phone.

"Lisbon." I answered authoritatively.

I heard nothing on the other end except silence. Then came a piercing scream followed by a familiarly acidic and raspy voice.

"Tyger, tyger." the voice said before hanging up, the scream ending abruptly.

I yelled and threw my phone at the wall, watching as it shattered into several pieces.

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