The Mentalist is not mine.
This is just a little something I thought up today. Reviews are love :)
His arms stretched out to pin her body against the wall as he leaned in closer to Lisbon's face. "What were you going to say Teresa? Something about how we can't do this?" His face moved in closer to hers.
Her breath was coming in low shallow gasps and she could feel the pressure from the wall behind her through her shirt. She could feel the warmth rolling off of him as he stood there so close. "Don't call me Teresa. I'll beat you up Jane." Her eyes darted around, settling first on his face and the flicking to the side before coming back to settle again somewhere in the general vicinity of his lips.
"Aww why Lisbon?" His voice was a low husky sound coming on up. It teased her. Taunted her. She wanted to hear more of it. Wanted to hear it say her name over and over again like a prayer. "I'll let you call me Patrick. Promise." He leaned forward again, catching a whiff of her hair. Coconut. One of his hands drifted down to her hip, gently dragging across it with his fingers. He went slowly so as not to startle her with his advance.
"But.." She couldn't breathe. They couldn't do this. She had enough trouble keeping him in line as it was. If they did this there would be no going back. "But I don't want to call you Patrick." And then she felt his lips touch just ever so gently on her neck and a jolt of need zapped on through her. Her breath let out in a harsh gasp carrying with it his name "Patrick."
He chuckled at her as he curled his fingers along into her hip a little more forcefully, his palm cupping her hip bone fully now. "I thought you didn't want to call me Patrick though Lisbon. If you're going to call me by my first name it's only fair that I get to call you by yours." His other hand was still planted securely on the wall by her head, effectively boxing her in. She wasn't going anywhere unless she really tried.
He loomed over her, using his body to effectively cocoon her with himself. "You're not playing fair Jane." She bit out quickly as she tried to focus on something else. She was trying so hard to stay strong.
"Oh are we back to Jane now? That's unfortunate. I rather liked calling you Teresa." His lips moved along the tendon that was straining in her neck as she tried to keep control. They were soft, a whisper of touch skimming along her skin. Gooseflesh rose on her arms as she shuddered against the wall.
"Don't call me" his tongue flicked out and tasted her, leaving a wet spot on her neck and her words got lost where they started. This wasn't fair. If he kept doing this to her, kept teasing her like this she might not survive. His mouth moved back up to her face and his eyes looked into hers. Slowly he came closer until they were simply a hairs breath away. He gave her a chance to say stop or to pull back. Anything that meant she didn't want this as much as he did but she was just there watching him. She was waiting to see if he would make the first move. So he did. His lips came down upon hers. Soft and pliant she gave way under his care, the easy movements, the quiet sound of her world seeming to stop. To focus on this one moment in her life, as if everything would now be defined as before Jane kissed her and after.
His lips moved hungrily over hers, reveling in the feeling of Lisbon beneath him and pressed solidly into the wall. Perfectly happy to be there, perfectly happy to be there kissing him. Her lips became more forceful as she began to move beneath him. Her hands found their way to his vest and began undoing the buttons there. She got through them quickly and then started on his button down shirt, her fingers making quick work of the hard buttons and slippery fabric. "Teresa. Teresa." His hands cupped her face stilling her movements.
"What Jane what. Why are you stopping?" Her mouth was hot and attached to his neck causing him to gasp at the sensations. "I thought you wanted this Jane."
"I do, I do." He drew a deep breath in trying to control himself. "I do want this Teresa, I do want you but not here. Not as some cheap fuck against the office wall."
Her hands dropped from their place at his shirt. Her eyes lowered from his face. "If that's how you see it then fine Jane. Just.. just never mind. But you started this! Not me." She pulled away slipping under his arm and back into the center of the room and started gathering up her bag to leave.
Jane turned around stunned and stared at her as she moved about. "Lisbon you didn't listen to me. I said I do want you. Just not here. If I get you I want all of you. Not just what you'll give me tonight."
She stopped where she was, her bag in hand. Her eyes watched him quietly. Taking in what he said. He walked over to where she stood, bag in hand. Looking down at her his hand came up rubbing her chin gently. He leaned forward kissing her on the forehead. "Only when you're ready though Lisbon. Only then." He walked out the door only pausing to cast a look behind him at her still standing there watching him go. He knew what he had just done was wrong. Mean even. He had started it and then he had stopped them after she had responded. He had gotten the information he had wanted to know though. Somewhere inside Teresa Lisbon a little flame burned for him. A little flame that might have just gotten a little brighter.