Story 1 – This Time Is Forever

A Jane/Lisbon Story

By Brown Eyes Parker

Summary: Jane and Lisbon elope in Las Vegas on Valentine's Day.

Author's Note: Yes, this is a threequel to "A Boyfriend for Christmas" and "the Second Time Around", and yes it's part of my Valentine's Day collection. It pretty much stands can stand on its own, but if you have to, you can go and read the other two. The title comes from "I Can't Stop Loving You" by Michael Jackson.

Warnings: Light mentions of love making, but nothing worthy of an M rating. Other than that, there aren't any warnings. No spoilers for any of the episodes. I even steered clear of my habit to put in tons of mentions of pop culture in this story. I could warn you about the fluff. There's fluff, I don't think it's "so fluffy, you're gonna die", but the fluff factor is definitely there.


"Maura wouldn't be happy if she knew we were doing this," Lisbon said as she and Jane waited in the lobby of a chapel on the Vegas strip.

"So? Who cares what Maura thinks," Jane replied and took her hand, lacing her fingers through his. "We're still going to get married in July in front of all our friends and family. But you don't understand Lisbon! I don't want to go another second without being married to you."

Lisbon shook her head. "Always the impatient one. July is only five months away; I really can't believe I agreed to do this—"

"I can," Jane said. "Eloping in Vegas on Valentine's Day is wildly romantic, and we both know that you are a romantic at heart."

"That was redundant," Lisbon teased.

"Oh, hush!" He replied, fully ready to break her strict rule of no public displays of affection, and kiss her in the middle of the chapel, in front of all the other couples waiting to get married.

She pulled away. "I just don't know Jane. This whole thing feels so impersonal to me. Our witness is a sale's clerk you met while buying my ring and an elderly couple that was on the flight with us."

Jane lowered his voice so their witnesses wouldn't hear. "That doesn't matter. Krystal is a young woman looking for a little excitement in her life, and James and Hannah just wants to see other couples as happy as they've been these last sixty years."

Their conversation was cut short by a chapel employee coming out of and telling them that it was their turn.

Jane pressed his lips right to her ear, his voice getting huskier. "I'll see you in there."

Lisbon's stomach fluttered in anticipation as Jane disappeared into the chapel with their witnesses not far behind them. She stood and smoothed out the fitted, off-white suit she had splurged on earlier that morning. Her knees were shaking, in the good way, as she started for the doorway.

Jane's eyes never left her as she walked down the aisle towards him; his smile growing wider as she got closer and closer. He took her hand, and it seemed like everything passed by in a blur. It was like she had blinked and missed the whole thing. All of a sudden the man officiating the ceremony was pronouncing her Mrs. Teresa Jane, and her new husband was kissing her like he had never kissed her before.

She wondered in the back of her mind how he would pull off a convincing kiss when they got married in five months. But reason kicked in; if anybody could pull off a convincing kiss it was Patrick Jane, he had done it before, when they had just been pretending to be in love. So, she stopped thinking and kissed him back with equal fervor.

"So, what now?" Lisbon asked as she and Jane walked to their rented convertible after bidding their witnesses goodbye.

"If you're hungry, we could grab a bite to eat," Jane answered. "And then spend the rest of the night dancing. Or—"

Lisbon felt her cheeks flush red at his evocative smile; she knew exactly what the third option would be.

She returned his smile with one of her own, "Dinner can wait. I hear that our hotel has excellent room service. And as for the dancing, we'll have plenty of time for that—"

She didn't get to finish her sentence because Jane had grabbed her hand and sprinted the last few feet to their car.


"Are you okay?" Lisbon whispered when Jane had stopped kissing her.

"I just never thought this would happen again," Jane answered, his voice lower than her's. "I almost can't believe that it's happened."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" She asked as she slipped her fingers through his.

"It's a good thing," he replied, kissing the scar on her shoulder. "A very, very good thing."


"How about dinner?" Jane whispered in her ear a couple of hours later.

Lisbon grinned sleepily as she turned the lamp on and reached for a hotel bathrobe, she sat up and pushed her arms through the sleeves. "Sure."

Jane observed his wife as she cinched the belt on the robe, and ran her fingers through her dark tresses; she gave up on the tangles after a second and pulled her hair off her face into a messy bun. He couldn't take his eyes off her; in the hours after consummating their marriage she was more mesmerizing to him than ever.

"What do you want to eat?" Lisbon asked, breaking him from his train of thought. She had found a menu, and was now pursuing its contents diligently.

"Ice cream," he answered lazily.

"Patrick," Lisbon said, looking at him disapprovingly from over the menu as she came and sat down on the bed, tucking her legs up under her.

He gave her a cheeky grin and leaned forward, weaving his fingers through her hair, his lips ghosted across her neck. "Why don't you choose? You know I'll eat anything."

"I think I want grilled cheese and French fries," Lisbon said, snapping the menu shut.

Jane pulled away from her in surprise. "You want French fries and grilled cheese for our wedding supper?"

Lisbon shrugged. "Where's the sense in eating lobster and steak when you already seduced me? So, French fries and grilled cheese isn't the most romantic meal on earth, it doesn't matter. All that really matters is the person you eat it with."

"Did I make a huge mistake and marry somebody smarter than me?" Jane asked, pulling her down beside him to kiss her more thoroughly.

"Jane. . . I'm hungry," Lisbon reminded him.

Jane reached for the phone and dialed room service; he placed an order for two grilled cheeses, French fries, and chocolate ice cream before hanging up and turning his attention back to Lisbon's lips.

Lisbon giggled as she wrapped her arms around Jane's neck and kissed him back.


After they had finished their dinner, Jane turned his iPod on and plugged it into the dock he had brought from home. Anoldrock song came over the speakers and he turned to his wife, pulling her out of bed with him.

"What are you doing Patrick?" She whispered.

"This is the part of the evening where we have our first dance as husband and wife," Jane answered, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her waist, he moved with her to the beat, and buried his face in her hair. He picked her up and spun her around, causing her to giggle again and hold onto him tightly. He lowered her and smiled as he whispered the lyrics in her ear, every word was a caress to her soul, and every word was a testament to what he felt for her.

Lisbon's breath caught in her throat as her lips found his and she kissed him slowly. "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Not today," Jane replied, his voice low. "What about me? Have I told you how much I love you?

"Not today," Lisbon answered. "But you don't have to say it, because I know."

"I'm going to say it anyways," Jane whispered as he kissed her neck and worked his way up to her jaw. "I love you Mrs. Jane."

Lisbon's heart swelled at the sound of her new name coming from his lips, she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. "I love you too."

The next morning, Lisbon woke up with her head on Jane's bare chest, his heart beat steadily in her ear. She felt so secure and loved that she would have been content to stay in bed with him forever.

Of course, she knew that they'd have to leave eventually because real life was waiting for them in Sacramento. They'd snuck away without telling anybody their plans and she was sure the team was at work by now, wondering where they were.

But as Jane stirred beneath her and tangled his fingers in her hair as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear before peppering it with kisses, she was more than willing to let their real life wait a little longer.

_Fin (for now)_


Author's Note II:

I'll admit that I burst out into peals of giggles every ten seconds while I wrote this story. It was a little awkward for me, because I've never actually written a love scene of any kind. I haven't even mentioned a love scene before now. So, if it's a little strained. . . you know exactly why.

Anyways, I'm outta here for now. So, until next time!


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