A/N: I cannot apologise enough for how long I've made you guys wait for this, I hope some of you are still with me. However, in an attempt to make up for it, have some pure Jisbon on me.

Lisbon was curled up under a blanket on the sofa, watching the news with a cup of coffee. She had freaked out, she had cried, she had broken down, overwhelmed by the unfairness of losing her job on top of everything else that had happened, shocked by her own actions in kissing Jane, horrified that she had probably destroyed that friendship... but somewhere in the middle of her breakdown one thought had materialised clearly in her mind: no one is dead, no one is in prison. All the other crap I can deal with.

That was the state of acceptance she had reached when there was a knock on the door. Groaning, she stood, thinking it was probably Tommy (she really had to get him a key if he was staying much longer). But, as she should have guessed, when she opened the door it was Jane who stood behind it.

"What are you doing here, Jane?" she said, weary and embarrassed.

"Well, uhm, I live here at the moment," he said, shrugging. "I can leave, but my stuff is here so..."

Sighing, she stepped aside to let him in. The first thing he did was glance around the living room and laugh.

"What?" Lisbon snapped.

"When normal people are depressed they turn to sad films, alcohol, and chocolate. Teresa Lisbon? Coffee and the news. It's brilliant, really. I love – it."

"Shut up, Jane."

"You like saying that," he said conversationally.

"Yeah well you talk too much."

"I'm wounded."

"I wish."

There was a pause and then she gasped in realisation of what she had said.

"Oh god, Jane, I'm sorry, I didn't mean -"

He silenced her with a wave of his hand.

"Relax, Lisbon, I know you don't wish I was comatose in a hospital. The nursing staff told me you visited every day."

"Of course I did, you idiot."

"They thought you were my girlfirend," he said lightly.

"So does most of the world thanks to Adrian fucking Allan."

"That's not why the nurses thought it though."

Lisbon rolled her eyes.

"Jane, you are one of two people in the whole world who knows for damned sure we're not together."

"I'd like to change that."

She laughed bitterly. "What, should we throw a press conference and tell everyone?"

Jane shook his head in exasperation.

"Tell me, Teresa," he said, taking a step closer to her, "how can someone so clever be so bad at taking a goddamn hint?"

Her heartbeat sped up. "I... don't understand."

"I want to be one of two people in the world who knows for damned sure that we are together. I. Want. You."

"Jane, just because I – you don't owe me anything, okay?"

"I owe you everthing," he said. "But that's not why."

"So why?"

"Do you ever stop thinking?"

It gets difficult with you standing so close. "No."

"Do you trust me?"

"Jane -"

"Teresa. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

He smiled. "Then trust me when I say I want you. I -" he took a breath, "love you. Don't ask why, dont' doubt me, don't think that I would say it if I didn't mean it. And you don't have to love me back but you kissed me today so if any part of you could ever want to be with me..."

Lisbon stared at him in disbelief.

"What?" Jane said, beginning to feel uncomfortable, wondering if he'd gone too far too soon. "Say something."

"You," she said. "You swan about like Sherlock Holmes deducing everything about everyone, and here I am, looking after you for years, pretending I killed Red John, going through a murder trial, losing my job, kissing you in the damn rain and telling you I don't regret a thing – and what, you still don't think I'm in love with you?"

She marvelled at how low Jane's self-worth must be if it could blind him to something so obvious.

"Is that your way of saying 'I love you too'?"

"Shut up, Jane."

He took another step towards her, leaving only a tiny gap between them.

"Am I talking too much?"

"Far too much."

Slowly, he rested one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her cheek, tilted her head up and leant down to press his lips softly against hers. She closed the last of the distance, pushing her body against his and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He pulled his head back a millimetre to whisper against her lips, "We can take this slowly if you like."

She kissed him again.

"What, four years isn't slow enough for you?"

Jane chuckled. "Point taken?"

His fingers brushed her hips, lifting the hem of her t-shirt. She stretched her hands over her head, allowing him to pull the top off before standing on her tip-toes to catch him in another kiss. His hands were warm and large enough to cover most of her waist when he held her.

She unbuttoned his vest and shoved it off his shoulders, still furiously kissing him. She broke away only to breathlessly say, "Why do you wear so many fucking buttons?" as she started on his shirt.

He laughed, fumbling a little as he unclipped her bra.

"Out of practise, Jane?" she teased, aware that it was also a serious question, as she didn't think he'd been with anyone since his wife.

"I think I'll be fine," he said, matching her tone but also answering her actual worries.

"I don't know, I'm getting the impression you're not going to last long," she said, grinning as she managed to get his shirt off at last.

"I'll think of Rigsby's socks."

"Ew. Omay, no need to ruin the mood completely."
He pulled her lcose again, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his. Tugging at her beltloops, he indicated that they should go to her bedroom.

"Good idea. Don't know when Tommy will be back."

His eyes widened, and with a smile she led him by the hand into her room.

Ended it there because I didn't want to have to up the rating xD hope you enjoyed.

A/N2: Added bonus in that last line for any Castle fans - eek!