FIC: The Art of Seduction (4/6)
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tromanaTitle: The Art of Seduction (4/6)
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tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Jane/Lisbon, Team
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Lisbon was so used to focusing one hundred percent on the job that she just wasn’t used to flirtation or the mere concept of being seduced. Jane/Lisbon
Notes: Jello-Forever Secret Santa Gift for the super lovely Ebony10, who asked for “Jane is ready for a relationship with Lisbon, but she keeps missing the hints.”
Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Part Four - Strawberry Seduction
When Jane awoke before dawn, it took him a few seconds to actually register where he was lying because it certainly wasn’t either of his houses and definitely wasn’t the CBI headquarters. It was hardly surprising that he suffered from temporary disorientation; he hadn’t been inside Lisbon’s home since that time he’d hypnotized her, mainly because he didn’t want to impose himself on her. From his position on the couch, he quickly glanced around and eventually cast his eyes up the staircase, where he spotted Lisbon halfway down, frozen to the spot and dressed in just a small tank top and some shorts. She smiled weakly at the blond, obviously embarrassed not only by her attire but also by the fact that she had just disturbed him.
“Lisbon.”
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, quickly rushing towards the kitchen area. “I didn’t mean… I just wanted a glass of water.”
“I was awake anyway,” he replied with a shrug.
“You weren’t.”
“I was.”
Lisbon shook her head as she slipped a tablet between her lips. She swallowed it, grimacing slightly.
“Never mind. I’m going to shower,” she announced. “Get some rest. You still look terrible.”
As she walked past him, she threw a packet of ibuprofen in his direction and it landed neatly in his lap. Jane frowned as she tossed her hair back over her shoulder and glanced back at him, smirking somewhat before climbing back up the staircase. He let his head flop back down on the pillow he’d been given the night before. Had she really just shot him a flirtatious grin instead of the expected sly smile?
Just what the hell had happened at the meal the night before?
Despite the fact she had told him to sleep, Jane decided that it was only fair to fix breakfast for her. It was the least he could do. After all, he was obviously inadvertently causing her hassle, something which he really hadn’t meant to do. Still, it could have been worse. Lisbon didn’t seem like she was fuming, more amused by the whole situation, which was something that worried Jane to no end. As he waited for the kettle to boil to make himself a cup of tea, his mind ran at a thousand miles an hour, planning and scheming. Not only did he have to make it up to her, but he also wanted to try and work out just what happened and he was still determined to get one step closer to her.
That had been the point of the meal, after all. Even if he had completely forgotten it thanks to a massive hangover that felt like it was clogging up all his senses. That was probably Cho’s fault - the smug bastard he was.
Once Lisbon had finished showering, changed and headed downstairs with her hair still damp, she frowned to see that Jane had already disappeared. All that was present was a bowl of fruit salad, with extra strawberries chopped into it, on the table, with a glass of pomegranate juice placed neatly on the right and a folded piece of paper to the left. As she sat down, she opened the piece of paper with interest and her frown deepened as she read four simple words: see you at work. It bothered her more than it should have; she’d been looking forward to having some company on the half an hour journey to CBI headquarters. Part of her wasn’t surprised that he had already left. If she’d been in his shoes, after his drunken admissions, she’d have disappeared as soon as possible too.
When she did eventually arrive at work, the rest of the team were already in and had their heads down, focusing attentively on their tasks. Each of them greeted their boss in their individual ways - a nod from Cho, a bright smile from Van Pelt, a cheerful wave from Rigsby - but none of them could explain where Jane was. Apparently he had arrived before them and once they were all in, he’d simply proclaimed ‘strawberries!’ rather excitedly and disappeared. And none of them could explain just why he had been so enthusiastic about strawberries either - they’d all just written it off as being one of Jane’s quirks. Something which was very understandable and easy to forgive them for. Lisbon simply shrugged when the conversation came to a close and headed towards her office. She wasn’t adverse to the idea of a Jane-free day. It meant that they were more likely to actually get something constructive done. And what with their prime suspect being on the loose, that could only be a good thing.
It was Cho who approached her with the news that Christine and her husband had been spotted in a town two hours away. Within a matter of minutes, they were both on the road, leaving Van Pelt and Rigsby to man the phones and computers back at HQ. They drove in a calm, pleasant silence, neither of them particularly needing to say anything. Despite that, Lisbon was intrigued. She wondered if Cho knew more about Jane’s weirdness than what she had found out last night. Part of her suspected that he did, but she knew that he wouldn’t bring it up. Partially because he wouldn’t want to embarrass her and also because he was a man of few words. She sighed in annoyance while simply hoping that this little excursion would be beneficial. The case seemed to be overwhelmingly simple - they’d cracked money trails confirming that Mr. and Mrs. Sayers had stockpiled insulin and the ex had confirmed that Mr. Sayers had threatened to kill her son on several occasions. And even Jane’s ‘hunches’ agreed with the concrete evidence, for a change.
Meanwhile, Jane slinked back into the CBI headquarters, laden with bags. Rigsby and Van Pelt didn’t even bat an eyelid as he jimmied the lock to Lisbon’s office and set up camp in there. After all, it was just Jane and it was virtually impossible to get him to explain any of his plans, which was why whenever he had a madcap scheme up his sleeve, most of them just went along with it blindly. When he asked them to keep Lisbon out of her office as long as possible when she got back, they just shrugged their shoulders and went on with their work. There was nothing unusual in Jane trying to do weird things to piss off and enamor the boss in equal measures. The pony, which caused all manner of problems for everyone involved, had been evidence enough of that.
When Lisbon did arrive back, she was in such a foul mood that neither Rigsby nor Van Pelt dare take it up with her. As she stomped off to Minelli’s office, Cho quickly explained how the couple they were tailing had gotten wind that they were coming and fled, effectively setting them back to square one. Rigsby nodded sagely while slurping on his strawberry milkshake, thoroughly relieved he hadn’t been the one to accompany her out to wherever she and Cho had gone. Though he was suddenly dreading whatever it was that Jane had done to her office…
“Guys, go home,” Lisbon announced suddenly, jolting him out of his reverie and causing him to spill some of his drink down his tie. “There’s nothing left for us to do tonight. I’m just going to grab some files from my office and head off too.”
In appreciation of an early night and for fear of being shouted out once she opened her door, Rigsby and Van Pelt pretty much ran to the elevator, with Cho close behind. Lisbon shrugged, not thinking much of it but was disconcerted when she saw her blinds had been shut. She was sure she’d left them open earlier. Not only that, an ethereal golden glow was being cast out through the slits into the darkened corridor. Tentatively, she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Lisbon blinked twice, trying desperately to work out whether or not she was imagining the scene that had been set up in her office. She didn’t know where to start. The idea of a picnic was quite sweet and the perpetrator had remembered to include all her favorite foods, but really there was a time and a place. And the candles really were a fire hazard and she had been extremely tired, particularly looking forward to the early night she had somehow managed to organize for herself. She jumped when somebody’s, though she could be fairly certain that it was Jane’s, hand found its way onto her shoulder.
“So, what do you think?”
As she heard Jane’s dulcet tones a little too close to her ear, she wheeled around, accidentally knocking the glass of champagne he had in his hand over his suit. Lisbon’s hand flew to her mouth, partially out of shock and partially to stop herself from laughing at him. She carefully extracted herself from his grip and carefully navigated around food and candles to her desk. Once she safely arrived there, she pulled a tissue out from the box and handed it to him. Leaving him to mop himself up, she turned on her lamp and wandered around the small space, extinguishing each of the tiny flames.
“Well?” he repeated as she had her back turned to him.
“I think you should go home, Jane,” she replied. “That’s where I’m going.”
She watched as Jane’s face fell and suddenly began to feel fairly guilty. But her muscles ached, a headache was ensuing and all she wanted to do was relax in the bath with a nice, hot cup of tea. It also didn’t help that she still wasn’t sure why he was being so ridiculous - if he wanted something, he could simply ask but she had a feeling that he was just being terribly stubborn on that front. Nor did it help that that very same trait was stopping her from asking as well. Lisbon glanced around her office and quickly decided that she’d rather tidy up in the morning than spend another hour undoing the consultant’s mess. Picking up a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries that had been placed in the middle of the rug, she walked past him. It hadn’t taken her long to decide there was absolutely no way that she was going to leave behind that kind of a treat. Jane’s face had dropped surprisingly quickly and she offered an apologetic smile in return, but she really hadn’t the energy to deal with his fun and games. Chris Sayers’ games were wearing her thin enough as it was.
“Thank you,” she added, almost as an afterthought. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jane shuffled back out into the bullpen along with her, his eyes never leaving her as she precariously balanced the plate while locking the door. As she sauntered away towards the elevator, his eyes became fixated on the swish of her hips. Damn the woman. Whether or not she knew it, she was definitely torturing him now.
TBC…
Or over on Fanfiction.net
Part Five
Author:
tromanaRating: T
Characters: Jane/Lisbon, Team
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Lisbon was so used to focusing one hundred percent on the job that she just wasn’t used to flirtation or the mere concept of being seduced. Jane/Lisbon
Notes: Jello-Forever Secret Santa Gift for the super lovely Ebony10, who asked for “Jane is ready for a relationship with Lisbon, but she keeps missing the hints.”
Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Part Four - Strawberry Seduction
When Jane awoke before dawn, it took him a few seconds to actually register where he was lying because it certainly wasn’t either of his houses and definitely wasn’t the CBI headquarters. It was hardly surprising that he suffered from temporary disorientation; he hadn’t been inside Lisbon’s home since that time he’d hypnotized her, mainly because he didn’t want to impose himself on her. From his position on the couch, he quickly glanced around and eventually cast his eyes up the staircase, where he spotted Lisbon halfway down, frozen to the spot and dressed in just a small tank top and some shorts. She smiled weakly at the blond, obviously embarrassed not only by her attire but also by the fact that she had just disturbed him.
“Lisbon.”
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, quickly rushing towards the kitchen area. “I didn’t mean… I just wanted a glass of water.”
“I was awake anyway,” he replied with a shrug.
“You weren’t.”
“I was.”
Lisbon shook her head as she slipped a tablet between her lips. She swallowed it, grimacing slightly.
“Never mind. I’m going to shower,” she announced. “Get some rest. You still look terrible.”
As she walked past him, she threw a packet of ibuprofen in his direction and it landed neatly in his lap. Jane frowned as she tossed her hair back over her shoulder and glanced back at him, smirking somewhat before climbing back up the staircase. He let his head flop back down on the pillow he’d been given the night before. Had she really just shot him a flirtatious grin instead of the expected sly smile?
Just what the hell had happened at the meal the night before?
Despite the fact she had told him to sleep, Jane decided that it was only fair to fix breakfast for her. It was the least he could do. After all, he was obviously inadvertently causing her hassle, something which he really hadn’t meant to do. Still, it could have been worse. Lisbon didn’t seem like she was fuming, more amused by the whole situation, which was something that worried Jane to no end. As he waited for the kettle to boil to make himself a cup of tea, his mind ran at a thousand miles an hour, planning and scheming. Not only did he have to make it up to her, but he also wanted to try and work out just what happened and he was still determined to get one step closer to her.
That had been the point of the meal, after all. Even if he had completely forgotten it thanks to a massive hangover that felt like it was clogging up all his senses. That was probably Cho’s fault - the smug bastard he was.
Once Lisbon had finished showering, changed and headed downstairs with her hair still damp, she frowned to see that Jane had already disappeared. All that was present was a bowl of fruit salad, with extra strawberries chopped into it, on the table, with a glass of pomegranate juice placed neatly on the right and a folded piece of paper to the left. As she sat down, she opened the piece of paper with interest and her frown deepened as she read four simple words: see you at work. It bothered her more than it should have; she’d been looking forward to having some company on the half an hour journey to CBI headquarters. Part of her wasn’t surprised that he had already left. If she’d been in his shoes, after his drunken admissions, she’d have disappeared as soon as possible too.
When she did eventually arrive at work, the rest of the team were already in and had their heads down, focusing attentively on their tasks. Each of them greeted their boss in their individual ways - a nod from Cho, a bright smile from Van Pelt, a cheerful wave from Rigsby - but none of them could explain where Jane was. Apparently he had arrived before them and once they were all in, he’d simply proclaimed ‘strawberries!’ rather excitedly and disappeared. And none of them could explain just why he had been so enthusiastic about strawberries either - they’d all just written it off as being one of Jane’s quirks. Something which was very understandable and easy to forgive them for. Lisbon simply shrugged when the conversation came to a close and headed towards her office. She wasn’t adverse to the idea of a Jane-free day. It meant that they were more likely to actually get something constructive done. And what with their prime suspect being on the loose, that could only be a good thing.
It was Cho who approached her with the news that Christine and her husband had been spotted in a town two hours away. Within a matter of minutes, they were both on the road, leaving Van Pelt and Rigsby to man the phones and computers back at HQ. They drove in a calm, pleasant silence, neither of them particularly needing to say anything. Despite that, Lisbon was intrigued. She wondered if Cho knew more about Jane’s weirdness than what she had found out last night. Part of her suspected that he did, but she knew that he wouldn’t bring it up. Partially because he wouldn’t want to embarrass her and also because he was a man of few words. She sighed in annoyance while simply hoping that this little excursion would be beneficial. The case seemed to be overwhelmingly simple - they’d cracked money trails confirming that Mr. and Mrs. Sayers had stockpiled insulin and the ex had confirmed that Mr. Sayers had threatened to kill her son on several occasions. And even Jane’s ‘hunches’ agreed with the concrete evidence, for a change.
Meanwhile, Jane slinked back into the CBI headquarters, laden with bags. Rigsby and Van Pelt didn’t even bat an eyelid as he jimmied the lock to Lisbon’s office and set up camp in there. After all, it was just Jane and it was virtually impossible to get him to explain any of his plans, which was why whenever he had a madcap scheme up his sleeve, most of them just went along with it blindly. When he asked them to keep Lisbon out of her office as long as possible when she got back, they just shrugged their shoulders and went on with their work. There was nothing unusual in Jane trying to do weird things to piss off and enamor the boss in equal measures. The pony, which caused all manner of problems for everyone involved, had been evidence enough of that.
When Lisbon did arrive back, she was in such a foul mood that neither Rigsby nor Van Pelt dare take it up with her. As she stomped off to Minelli’s office, Cho quickly explained how the couple they were tailing had gotten wind that they were coming and fled, effectively setting them back to square one. Rigsby nodded sagely while slurping on his strawberry milkshake, thoroughly relieved he hadn’t been the one to accompany her out to wherever she and Cho had gone. Though he was suddenly dreading whatever it was that Jane had done to her office…
“Guys, go home,” Lisbon announced suddenly, jolting him out of his reverie and causing him to spill some of his drink down his tie. “There’s nothing left for us to do tonight. I’m just going to grab some files from my office and head off too.”
In appreciation of an early night and for fear of being shouted out once she opened her door, Rigsby and Van Pelt pretty much ran to the elevator, with Cho close behind. Lisbon shrugged, not thinking much of it but was disconcerted when she saw her blinds had been shut. She was sure she’d left them open earlier. Not only that, an ethereal golden glow was being cast out through the slits into the darkened corridor. Tentatively, she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Lisbon blinked twice, trying desperately to work out whether or not she was imagining the scene that had been set up in her office. She didn’t know where to start. The idea of a picnic was quite sweet and the perpetrator had remembered to include all her favorite foods, but really there was a time and a place. And the candles really were a fire hazard and she had been extremely tired, particularly looking forward to the early night she had somehow managed to organize for herself. She jumped when somebody’s, though she could be fairly certain that it was Jane’s, hand found its way onto her shoulder.
“So, what do you think?”
As she heard Jane’s dulcet tones a little too close to her ear, she wheeled around, accidentally knocking the glass of champagne he had in his hand over his suit. Lisbon’s hand flew to her mouth, partially out of shock and partially to stop herself from laughing at him. She carefully extracted herself from his grip and carefully navigated around food and candles to her desk. Once she safely arrived there, she pulled a tissue out from the box and handed it to him. Leaving him to mop himself up, she turned on her lamp and wandered around the small space, extinguishing each of the tiny flames.
“Well?” he repeated as she had her back turned to him.
“I think you should go home, Jane,” she replied. “That’s where I’m going.”
She watched as Jane’s face fell and suddenly began to feel fairly guilty. But her muscles ached, a headache was ensuing and all she wanted to do was relax in the bath with a nice, hot cup of tea. It also didn’t help that she still wasn’t sure why he was being so ridiculous - if he wanted something, he could simply ask but she had a feeling that he was just being terribly stubborn on that front. Nor did it help that that very same trait was stopping her from asking as well. Lisbon glanced around her office and quickly decided that she’d rather tidy up in the morning than spend another hour undoing the consultant’s mess. Picking up a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries that had been placed in the middle of the rug, she walked past him. It hadn’t taken her long to decide there was absolutely no way that she was going to leave behind that kind of a treat. Jane’s face had dropped surprisingly quickly and she offered an apologetic smile in return, but she really hadn’t the energy to deal with his fun and games. Chris Sayers’ games were wearing her thin enough as it was.
“Thank you,” she added, almost as an afterthought. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jane shuffled back out into the bullpen along with her, his eyes never leaving her as she precariously balanced the plate while locking the door. As she sauntered away towards the elevator, his eyes became fixated on the swish of her hips. Damn the woman. Whether or not she knew it, she was definitely torturing him now.
TBC…
Or over on Fanfiction.net
Part Five
