Make it better

When Jane is feeling so sad again, Lisbon makes it better with granting him comfort sex...but he can´t give anything in return, nor acknowledge his feelings for her. Until he almost loses her to a crazy killer…

I know the plot is less than perfect, I´m not that good at plotting, but I work hard to get better!

This one´s clearly on the M-Side…for adult themes. So if you´re not into something like that- you better not read it.

For everyone else: I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

On countless days things where everything else- but not okay.

Days when Jane was hurting so much he felt like jumping from a bridge. Like ripping the flesh from his bones with his own fingers. He seldom cried, feeling dry and empty- all the tears seemed to have been gone for a long time now.

He sat in the attic in total darkness and felt his thoughts move in painful waves of pure misery.

One of those nights, Lisbon had found him. She felt the suffering that radiated from him like heat- damn, she had become so good in reading him, he thought with a humourless smile when she entered the room and he could see the understanding in her eyes almost immediately. She knew exactly how he was feeling. Her face was serious, a little bit stern, a small pout was grazing her lips. He knew that she didn´t approve of his habit to spend the nights in the often cold attic with its air full of oppressive loneliness. But he simply had no place to go. He liked the unobtrusive in-between of the attic.

She wasn´t hesitating, moving silently to the bed he was sitting on- upright and tense, watching her with his wary, alert eyes. She knelt before him, and he watched her small fingers open his belt, carefully pulling the zipper of his pants down. She was gentle, her hands so soft on his skin, it felt so good that he couldn´t stop her. He knew he was selfish, and the guilt flared up like a flame, but he wanted so much to feel her- he simply closed his eyes and let her do to him whatever she wanted.

Lisbon tenderly felt for his erection- he was rock hard and huge, and when he gasped at the contact she knew that the feeling already bordered on painful. She bowed down and kissed his length carefully before taking him into her mouth as deep as she could.

Jane groaned hoarsely and threw his head back, his hands blindly groping for anything he could hold onto- his fingers twisted the sheets he usually slept on, nearly ripping the fabric apart with the force of his grip. He felt half unconscious with lust, Lisbon sucked him hard, and he had to muster every ounce of his exemplary self-control not to thrust into her mouth. He felt himself hit the back of her throat and finally succumbed to orgasm. He came like mad, and Lisbon gladly took his load into herr mouth. Her breath was coming in harsh pants and she was so, so wet for him- but this was just for him, and she pushed all selfishness far away in her attempt to console him.

Jane slowly came down from his incredible high and looked stunned into Lisbon´s face- for heaven´s sake, she was his boss (kind of) and he had just – oh my. But she diffused his embarrassment with a soft smile and a sweet chuckle.

She carefully pulled his boxers up, zipped his pants and closed the belt, metal clicking. She wasn´t the least bit insecure, almost solemn, and infinitely tender. Jane wanted to cry. He felt guilty, like he´d just used her to satisfy his own selfish needs, but he simply couldn´t give her anything back.

"Feeling better?, she whispered, and he nodded slowly. He felt exhausted, pleasantly so, finally tired enough to sleep.

She carefully pushed him into a lying position, placing the pillow under his head. She stroked his golden locks softly and felt her breath catch in her throat for a short moment- her feelings for him were so deep they could hurt her easily. She often stood in awe of his beauty, and no matter how much he annoyed her sometimes, she wanted to get closer to him, couldn´t resist his pull.

He closed his eyes peacefully, but when she bowed to kiss him, he turned his head so that her lips landed on his cheek. Lisbon felt the sharp pang of disappointment but recovered immediately. She did this just for him and had no right to expect more than a slight raise of his mood. So she kissed his cheek again, whispered her Goodnight into his ear and left the attic quietly.