Indecisive

This was supposed to be a drabble. But, me being me, it turned into a oneshot. Got the idea when I was watching a Youtube Jisbon fanvid. In the one shot, she had black hair and green eyes, in the other brown hair and blue eyes. This was the result:

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She's a decisive woman. She makes a decision – she sticks to it.

She's loyal. Maybe even stubborn. But one things for sure – Teresa Lisbon isn't the type of person who wavers.

Funny how her physical contradicts that.

He lies here on his leather couch in the bullpen, alone. When he lies here, he observes, he thinks, he dreams. Lately, more often than not, these observations turned to her.

Her hair - sometimes it was black, sometimes brown. It all depends on the light, the colour she's wearing.

Her eyes – they never seem to be able to make up their minds if they're green or blue. Sometimes they're even a glorious mixture of the two. Like the ocean. He's always loved the ocean.

Her scent – he remembers her smelling like cinnamon when he was blind. Lately, the sweet perfume of apples has been following her. Once, he almost thought he smelled vanilla.

It keeps him on his toes. He once told her she was transparent. On a level, it was true, he often knew exactly what she was thinking. She was too honest to lie. Too honest to hide things. But that didn't mean he knew everything about her. There were endless nooks and crannies of her personality that he longed to explore.

These inconsistancies in her physical appearance intrigued him. He couldn't help but stare at her, stare at the refreshed beauty of every new combination.

"Lisbon?" he opens his one eye. He knows she's here. It's vanilla today.

"How did you..?" She asks. She just came in.

"You smell like vanilla today." He smiles charmingly.

She blushes. Ah! Another inconsistency. Pink, creeping up her cheeks today, not red.

"And your eyes are blue."

This makes her eyes furrow. "My eyes are always blue."

"Not always. Sometimes they're green. And sometimes they're both…" He smiles, dreamily.

"Jane… Why are you..?"

"And your hair…" He interrupts her. "It's black today. That's my favourite. Sometimes it looks dark brown, but my favourite is when it's ebony, like today." He walks closer to her, his hand reaching to stroke her silky, black hair.

He's close now, their noses almost touching.

"Jane…" She's whispering now, her voice in that husky, lovely tone he loves.

"Yes, Teresa?"

"What are you doing?"

His thumb caresses the smooth, milky skin of her cheek.

"Kissing you." He finally replied.

And then did.

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