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Author note- finally got around to writing a multi chapter piece. Will update when I can.
"Jane, you do know that pretending to be kidnapped by Lorelei so you could get her out of prison to sleep with her was going a bit far, don't you. Or have you been deprived for so long that fulfilling your fix was worth it?"
Teresa Lisbon was fuming. Of all the crap Jane had done over the years this was an order of magnitude worse. In the past his schemes had very rarely led to actual physical harm to anyone, even when he convinced her, and many other innocent people, that they were dying in the microbiology lab.
This time she, and the rest of the team, had been genuinely concerned about his safety. In her book that was unforgivable. Faking a kidnapping for personal gain was one thing. But letting your friends believe it too? That was past the line. Far, far past. Her righteous anger tore her from her desk, where she had been doing paperwork despite the late hour, dragged her fuming up the stairs and deposited her in the attic, almost shaking with anger.
All this had given rise to a bizarre expression on her face, like an awakening dragon just waiting to strike. Jane, on the other hand, was completely relaxed against the wall next to his makeshift bed. He was almost smiling.
"What's so damn funny?!" Lisbon roared.
"Your utter belief that i had sex with Lorelei. I didn't. That is absurd." He laughed a little at the thought.
"Why is that so absurd?"
"Well-"
"No. Its not absurd. She, damaged as she may be, is a young, attractive, sexually open woman who was willing to do it with you. Why is it absurd that you might have indulged this whim of hers?" Lisbon was exasperated to the point of near fury. It had been apparent from the moment she found him in the crash that something had happened with Lorelei. His refusal to admit it was grating on her very last nerve.
"Well, Jane?"
"Lisbon. I did not have sex with Lorelei. Not because she was unwilling, but because I was. She may be young and beautiful, but I, I didn't want her." His voice was calm and sincere, and Lisbon growled at how he so easily lied. She took two steps closer, her shins nearly brushing the edge of his mattress.
"You seemed to want her enough the last time you were with her." Lisbon spat. "And anyway, I thought you, the great Patrick Jane, could coerce your body into doing anything, regardless of want."
The soft lines of his face hardened at her anger, his controlled mask slipping. "I can make my body do anything I want it too. But only if I my mind is focused on it. This time I wasn't. Something, or rather someone, made it impossible for me to try and seduce Lorelei, the thought of her so strong in my mind that I could concentrate on nothing else."
She leaned in close to his face, snarling with fury. "The thought of Angela stopped you, seriously? It didn't seem to make you reconsider your actions last time."
Her fists were clenched at her sides, and her mind was fighting an inner battle of whether to punch him for his obvious lies. Did her honestly think she was that gullible? They had worked together for a ling time, and he had lied to her often. But never this badly.
Jane leaned his face in until his forehead was almost resting upon hers. "Who said I was talking about Angela. Much as I loved her, she was so delicate and forgiving, she could never stop me from doing anything. Not like you, my angry little princess. You can and you did." He leaned forward and touched his lips to hers, ever so softly, just a whisper of a caress.
Lisbon stiffened at the contact, her whole body going rigid as if she had been electrocuted. Face contorting with anger, she reeled back in shock and brought her fist to his face, opening it and bringing it across his cheek with audible force. "You bastard!"
As much as the slap surprised him, Jane had expected Lisbon to react badly to what he was going to do. It was hardly the best way to tell someone you loved them. In his opinion Lisbon deserved the best of everything.
But they apparently disagreed on what was best for her, because as he turned his attention back to her, ignoring the burning pain in his cheek from the slap, she was turning to walk away, her eyes brimming with tears and brow tightened with restrained anger. "Lisbon. Teresa. Please, listen to me. Let me explain."
Green eyes met blue, sadness and anger swirling in the emerald depths. "I don't know why you need to explain anything. You just kissed me to try and get me to forgive you for all the shit I went through when I thought that you'd been kidnapped, right after saying the thought of me stopped you from having sex with Lorelei. How're you going to explain that? By telling me you love me?"
"Actually Teresa, that's exactly what I was going to say. I think I do love you. During those six horrific months in Vegas the one thing I missed, the one thing that I truly regretted leaving behind, was you. I love you Teresa, my angry little princess."
Sincerity overtook his face, his eyes open and giving for the first time since she had known him. He meant it.
"Oh God, you mean it." She walked back to him, eyes locked with his. Halting steps, each one carefully considered an measured, brought her closer to him. When her courage gave out, stopping her mid stride before him, he rose to meet her, his assured steps putting him right up to her.
"Of course I mean it. I have never meant anything more."
Then their lips were meeting again, gentle brushes at first that got more passionate, more difficult to resist with every touch. Teresa didn't pull back this time, her whole body relaxed into his, into this. Slowly the passion escalated as each grew more certain of the other's desire, until they were exploring each others mouths with searching tongues, each breathy moan from one a gift of infinite value to the other.
It seemed as though the kiss would go on forever, until Jane pulled back reluctantly, a sigh drawn from him at the loss of contact.
Lisbon tried to recapture him, her growl at his movement echoing around the attic, but he restrained her with a hand on each shoulder. She looked up at his eyes, questioning sadness evident in her gaze.
"Now, now Teresa. Don't look at me like that. There will be plenty of time for...that" he gestured at each of them, then at his makeshift bed. "Later. But first I want to wine and dine you. To show you how special I think you are. Our first time, after all these years, deserves to be more special than a quick fuck in the attic. I intend it to be amazing. And not on that horrible bed. It can give a person some pretty amazing backache."
"Oh, ok."
"Well, off you go then. Having you standing there so thoroughly kissed, so...dishevelled, is quite hard on my control." He smirked as he ushered her out, making sure to push his arousal against her to show her he was in no way unaffected by their steamy kiss. She growled and tried to turn back, but his steely hold on her shoulders didn't disengage until she was safely in the lift.
"Until tomorrow, my love." She couldn't deny that her heart skipped a beat at that.
And that was how Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon wound up sat in her car, horny and frustrated yet at the same time awaiting the next days activities with an excitement she hadn't felt in years.