A/n Hello hello. This fic is going to be a collection of one-shots about conversations between Jane and Lisbon when in bed together. The aim is for them to be cute and fluffy. Definitely more innocent than it may sound.

This will be an ongoing project, the chapters are not related in any way, they're purely one off fics. Prompts are welcome!

The first part is inspired by a situation I had with my boyfriend.

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Scars

They have just made love for the second time in as many days. The first was fiery, passionate, and somewhat hurried but this time they took things slow, explored every inch of each other, littered every patch of skin with a kiss, and he has not stopped since.

Lisbon has worked out what he is doing, he is studying her imperfections. The scars that can be found on various parts of her body, most thanks to the dangers of the job but some from before that, a time she'd rather forget. "Stop it." She murmurs and swats his hand away from her hot skin. Jane furrows his brow, mainly because he hadn't realised that he was doing anything. He was in his own little world.

"Stop what? Touching you?"

"Not touching me." Her cheeks flush a pinkish hue making a soft smile ghost his lips. He loves to make her blush; he finds it endearing. When he managed it the first time all those years ago it felt like an achievement. The usually so stoic and proper Agent Teresa Lisbon flustered? He didn't think it would be a sight he would ever see – that was before he developed any kind of feelings towards her of course. "Looking at my scars." She wants to hide, behind her hands, under the sheets anything.

A few he knows their cause, there are some he could hazard a guess whilst a couple are a complete mystery. Her embarrassment about them causes him to be dismayed because he wishes that she loved every part of herself like he does. "Hm." He hums quietly.

Jane doesn't stop in tracing them but focuses on the jagged line marking her left shoulder. This is one he does know the reason behind: Craig O'Laughlin, Red John's man, shot her and almost fired at Madeline Hightower and Van Pelt too. He will always feel guilty about the events of that day, how his mind was too slow in working out that Bertram was not the mole - in this case - but it was the FBI agent who was due to marry one of his closest friends. If he had shot a couple of inches to the left then Lisbon, his best friend, partner and now girlfriend, would all but certainly be dead. The thought sends an unwanted shiver down his spine. "Please Jane."

She seems genuinely ashamed of them and that makes him dangle into a pit of despair. He wants to continue in his action but the last thing he wants is to make her uncomfortable so instead he moves his hand and entwines his fingers with her.

Their eyes are locked, fixated, on the other's. His sea-blue eyes searching her emerald-green ones for answers or confidence to press on. Maybe both. When he brings their linked hands to his lips, he softly kisses her fingers. "You are beautiful, you know that right?" She doesn't think she will ever tire of him talking in this way about her. It makes the butterflies fluttering in her stomach soar. "If you don't believe that then don't worry, I will never stop saying it until you do. Because it is the truth." It may have taken them a while to get to this point, but they are both so glad and relieved that they're here now.

When they're in bed together it is like the problems of the outside world, all the anguish they witness because of their work, does not exist. Whilst tangled amongst the sheets all they think about is each other. Living in blissful ignorance but after everything they've been through, they think that they deserve that.

Lisbon melts into his touch as he continues to cover her body with kisses, loving the feeling of his lips on her. He is focussing on kissing the marks she appears to hate so much because he doesn't want her to be embarrassed about them. She webs her fingers in his curly locks and briefly she senses his gasp with pleasure bringing a smirk to her face. So soon and they already know what each other likes.

When he pulls himself away from kissing her gunshot scar, he immediately moves to kiss her lips and she is wrapping her arms around the back of his head. Moving in sync, deepening the action, showing their love in a simple deed.

They break for air, and he is sweeping a strand of her dark hair behind her ear affectionately, but he then leaves his hand cupping her cheek. "Scars aren't ugly or a sign of weakness, they show we are human and you, Teresa Lisbon, are as human as they come."

He notes the sign of a tear threatening to spill and as soon as it starts to cascade, he is quick to wipe it away with a loving smile which she mirrors with ease. To think that not even a year ago he was still… not here. Away, hiding, running from the law. Things have definitely been brighter since his return. "Well you appear and feel pretty human too, but I don't see your scars." He chuckles with a shake of his head.

The hesitation he displays before making his next comment is clear, but since his return he has wanted and tried so hard to be more open with her. "Well not all scars are physical." Momentarily, a flash of sadness overtakes his features, and she is ready to swiftly comfort him whilst apologising profusely for her short sightedness, but he is quick to continue. "But if you want physical..."

The brunette removes her arms from him when he starts to twist so that he is now facing the other way and stretches to let his fingers dance on the right-hand side of his lower back. She notices the faint white scar there about an inch or so long. "I was stabbed by some kid who came to visit the carnival when I was fourteen because I may have brought up his obvious daddy issues during my act." Jane reveals and although it is a serious situation, she cannot help a light laugh escape her, forcing him to turn back around with a raised eyebrow.

"The number of times your mouth has got you into trouble, I'm surprised you only have the one scar."

"I move quickly when I want to."

"And usually hide behind me." This is no word of a lie and they both know it, shown by their large grins. "So, what happened then?"

They're holding hands again, something that has become a very pastime of theirs, especially in situations when they know that they won't be seen like now. "How do you mean?"

"After you were stabbed. Did you go to the police?" He laughs at her question.

"God no. That's not what us carny folk did." His amusement is obvious in his tone and if she wasn't enjoying lounging around in bed with him so much then she would definitely bite back. "I was patched up and some of the other kids in the circuit pinched the wheels of his bike as payback."

"Mature."

"Hey, they wanted to beat up the guy up I thought this was a good alternative." He doesn't usually talk about his childhood – but then again nor does she – and they're happy to keep it that way. They do not need to talk about the pain of the past but when they do occasionally mention it then they always listen intently.

Their scars, whether they're physical or emotional, are part of who they are and they love each other so they love those parts of them too.