Authors' Note: Thanks to lgmtreader for being beta on this, especially as I've inundated her with no less than 5 different things to read this weekend.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

What to do With a Brown Leather Couch

The case took three days to solve. Three days with people everywhere and sleeping at the office and not enough coffee to keep her from dropping dead the second she walked in her house. And she was frustrated. Just when she and Jane had finally moved forward in a way she never thought was going to happen, they stalled right out of the gate. Stupid case, stupid AG, stupid local law enforcement who needed their hands held the whole time as if they were still babies.

But now it was over, the perp was in jail, and she was finally going to get the chance for a decent night's sleep; and after that, maybe she could take Jane and have her way with him like she hadn't been able to that morning. Not that she was complaining about the way it worked out, but still, she had developed a taste for him and she wanted more.

Lisbon heard the janitor's cart roll past her door. She hated being here this late. He opened her door to empty her trash can and she waved at him slightly.

"Staying late tonight?" he asked with a slight accent that made her wonder if he was an immigrant or if he had just grown up with them.

"Yeah, never rest for the weary. I'm taking tomorrow off and want to get all this done so that I don't have to stress about it."

"You and Mr. Jane," he mumbled, setting the small can down next to her desk and turning to leave.

"Jane's still here?" She had thought he'd left ages ago.

"Yeah, but he's not working like you, just wearing a spot in that couch of his." The janitor chuckled as he walked away and Lisbon got to thinking. She knew from countless late nights at the office that once the janitor was done with this floor he didn't come back again. She also knew that the night guard didn't actually do anything other than watch the cameras on the entrances and make rounds of the first floor. Since they were on the second floor there wasn't a chance of running into him.

She smiled, a mischievous, devilish smile, and quickly closed the folders on her desk before stacking them neatly. She could take care of them the day after tomorrow, but tonight… tonight she had plans. She stood by her door, listening for the ding of the elevator that would mean that the janitor had left, before creeping out of her office. She knew that she didn't really need to be quiet, she knew Jane wasn't really asleep and that she was they were alone, but it just added to her excitement.

Lisbon knelt by the couch, fingered the soft brown leather. She'd always wondered what it would be like to lie on this couch like Jane did every day. Maybe now she could finally find out. Taking a deep breath, and before she could change her mind, she bent over Jane and gently pressed her lips to his. Her theory on his not being asleep was proven when he responded to her, his lips moving against her, his arms coming up to her back.

She nipped at his lower lip, bringing it into her mouth to suck on it. He grinned against her mouth and opened it to allow her tongue to enter, dueling with his own. They kissed for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being together for the first time in so many days, before Lisbon pulled away.

"God, I've missed you," she said, surprising herself. It had just been one morning, only a few hours, but this past week… the looks and glances and lingering touches, left her insides smoldering and wanting more.

"I know what you mean," he said, sitting up; he pulled her to him, pressing their bodies together. She straddled his lap while he was still lying on the sofa, rocking her hips against his, felt his hands skim up her sides, grazing her breasts, causing her to gasp.

She began to kiss along his jaw down his neck to his collarbone just peeking through the collar of his shirt. "Do you know what I would do to you if we weren't at work right now?" she asked. She trailed kisses back up his neck to his mouth. She placing an open mouth kiss to his lip, slipping her tongue in to taste along his teeth.

"Why'd you jump me at work if we can't do anything?" he groaned, sliding his hands up her front to cup her breast through her shirt.

"We're the only ones on this floor for the next hour, maybe two. Just enough time for some… fun." The last word was said in a way that made him hiss and thrust up into her.

"This would be much easier if you wore skirts." He leaned into her, reversing their positions, pressing her back on the couch as her hands roamed across his chest to the waist of his pants.

"I don't do skirts, Jane. You know that, and I'm sure if we had more time you'd tell me exactly why it is that I don't do skirts." She worked the button on his slacks and the zipper to gain access to the bulge in his pants. "Been waiting for me, haven't you?" she asked teasingly, palming his erection, stroking it several times and rubbing her thumb across the tip.

"Don't do that if you want this to last very long."

"What if I just want to repay your favor?" she asked with a wicked grin, pushing up on his shoulders so that she was straddling him again.

She then moved into a more traditional sitting position, grabbing the waist of his pants as he shifted his hips so that she could pull them down around his knees. She smiled up at him before taking him in her mouth, grinning around him as he shuddered.

She moved up and down on him, circling him with her tongue, sucking on him slightly. He didn't know what to do with her hands, which were clenching and unclenching at his sides. The rhythm she had set was intoxicating and he had no desire to change it, to control it. But he wanted to touch her, wanted to feel more than just her mouth.

"God, Lisbon…" He tried to tell her, tried to let her know what she was doing to him but couldn't find the words. He could feel himself getting closer, could feel the pressure building in him and knew he was close. Lisbon seemed to be able to tell as well, and reached down to cup his balls, testing their heavy weight and squeezing slightly. She Increased the pressure and rhythm just enough to raise his pleasure level enough to push him over the edge.

She spit out into a tissue and slid up to sit next to him on the sofa, watching him as he came down from his high, still stroking him to make sure that he got as much pleasure from the act as possible.

"Wow," was all that he could say when he was able to speak again.

"Liked that, huh?" She couldn't keep the self-satisfied smirk off her face at his inability to articulate. "You know, I've got tomorrow off, and I don't think anyone would say anything if you didn't come in either; after all, it's not like we're going to get a new case with me gone, it'll just be Cho and Rigsby goofing off and Van Pelt pretending not to pay attention to them."

"Really? And what would be my incentive for not coming into work tomorrow?" He was standing already, zipping his pants and checking to make sure he still had his wallet and keys.

"I've got a hot tub on my patio."