Red Rain: Epilogue

Thanks to my regular reviewers and all the readers! You guys make writing instead of studying worthwhile! :) I had a lot of fun combining these two shows (and of course, it pretty much ended up just being a Jisbon fic, but hey, watcha gonna do?) Thanks for reading!

The epilogue is, like most of my epilogue, mindless fluff that takes place as they lie in bed and cuddle. Not very original, but get over it. This is my fic and I want cheesy! :P

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine

He woke to the soft pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof. Reluctantly he peeled his eyes open, but smiled at his reward.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of morning, grey light streaming in from the open curtains.

Rain in California was beautiful. He's always loved rain, but when you live in a state known for its warm weather, it becomes all the more beautiful. Like sunshine in reverse.

Silver rain drops dripped outside, sending a cool draft from some open crack. But he wasn't cold. He was wrapped in the most amazing warmth he's ever known.

Her.

He takes a moment to do a double take on the last three months; who would've guessed that an out-of-state case would cause him to fall deeply in love with his boss? Who would've guessed that they'd pursue a relationship and survive?

Man, had he gotten lucky.

Admittedly, three months isn't a lifetime, but the way they're going this is by no means a short-term thing. Not too long ago, he started to catch himself staring at engagement rings when they passed windows of jewelry stores. He finds himself dreaming about a fleet of blonde-mopped kids with her green eyes. And he knows by the way she looks at them when they're lying on the couch in each other's arms that she feels the same way…

He feels her shift around him, her hair tickling his chest as it moves. She mumbles something incoherent as she often does when she wakes up. Three months of waking up next to her has taught him a few things:

One – she's absolutely adorable when she sleeps. Her mouth form this adorable little pouty-thing and she snuggles herself deeper into whatever she's lying into, be it a pillow or him. The latter being his favorite, of course.

Second - when she wakes up, it has to be done right, otherwise it can be dangerous. She is not a morning person – like he suspected all along – but, when woken up correctly she can be just delightful. His perfect recipe is to wake her with a gentle kiss on the nose and further canoodling, when possible.

She looks up at him with tired green eyes and he kisses her nose, by now a customary action.

"Good morning beautiful." He whispers.

"How long have you been awake?" She asks. Her voice is raspy and thick from sleep; it's the single most beautiful sound in the world.

"Not too long. Have I told you that you're beautiful yet?"

"Every morning." She chuckles and rolls her eyes.

"Not this morning yet. You're beautiful. I love you." He says, kissing her on the lips this time.

She barely get the chance to murmur 'I love you too' back as he ravages her lips. But before he can take it any further, she stops him and rolls them over so that he's lying on his back and she's sitting on his stomach.

"No, no, no! We said no more morning sex! We can't afford to get into more trouble at work! Hightower's already riding my ass about-"

"Your very cute ass…" Jane smiles beneath her, taking her hand in his and placing kisses on the palm.

"About setting a bad example! So no more making me late!"

"Stupid rules…" Jane mumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest and putting on a pout. "Can't we just break your work-rules… once..?" He asks and the familiar mischievous smile appears again as his fingers skim tentatively over her legs.

"No seducing." She insists, but her tone is weaker.

"I'm not seducing, I'm… bending rules."

"Well then, no bending… bending… bend-" She melts under his touch and when he sits up to catch her lips in a passionate kiss once again, she's a goner.

"Fine." She mumbles when they break for a breath a few moments later. "But just this once."

Jane chuckles happily and continues to kiss the lips he loves so much.

And for but a moment as he looks deep into her eyes, he lets his mind wander to the little blue box in the bedside drawer.

Oh yes. He had gotten lucky.

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Zanny X