AN: So, I wrote this last night, around 2am. And guess what? As I'm going on a trip, you'll be left with this little one-shot, so please, don't miss me, guys. :P
Oh, right... F-word! (UHUH! I actually used a curse in a fic! =D)
Disclaimer: I can't own a thing.
The team arranges a night out and they drag you with them. You're dressed in casual clothes, for a change, black shirt with the top button left undone and jeans, making the women in the pub swoon over you.
You see Van Pelt talking to a woman dressed in tight fitting jeans and a black leather jacket. The red head smiles at you and the woman turns around.
Your mouth falls open, your feet are glued to the ground and your heart threatens to explode when you see the owner of the greenest eyes staring at you. Her green eyes.
You most certainly did not see that one coming and to say you're actually shocked (not to mention turned on) is an understatement. You've never imagined her dressed like that.
She gives you a smile (one for your eyes only) and you slowly walk to her, hoping that maybe, teasing her will be the best solution for your lack of action at the moment, but she beats you to it.
"See something you like?"
She doesn't even wait for you to respond and you can only watch her making her way with Van Pelt, Rigsby, Cho and his girlfriend to the dance floor.
You sit in the table the guys were, not being able to take your eyes off her form, swaying to the sensual beat of the song the DJ had chosen.
You see other man drooling over her, undressing her with their filthy eyes, but who are you to object when you're doing the exact same thing?
Your eyes widen when she turns her back to you, her ass is the only thing you can focus on and you feel the blood in your body rush to one place only.
It's like her perky little lovely ass is begging for your attention (which you're glad to offer). It arouses you immensely and all clear thoughts in your mind are replaced with her…dancing…swaying her body to the rhythm, without missing a beat.
She gets crazy in the dance floor, stopping being the one who's on control and being controlled by the song, making you wanting to show her what feelings she's provoking to your soul.
A man tries to dance with her, but she ditches him immediately. What man, in his right mind, wouldn't want to go there and have his way with her?
As she moves around the dance floor, you get up, not wanting to miss the show she's putting on and you almost trip on your own feet, dazzled with her.
You want to take her home and lose yourself in her body, never leaving the softness of her skin. Losing all the self-control you still have over yourself, you go to her, placing your hands in her shaking hips, hearing her gasp in surprise and your body starts to move according to the beat, relinquishing in the feel of her soft body melding to yours.
You can't hold on, because she's your ultimate desire.
You can't leave her, because she won't let you do it.
You can't stop her, because you know she's not going to stop.
You know she's giving up all control she has just by being in your arms and you're absolutely sure that when (not if) you take her home, she'll do everything you say and you'll enjoy every second of it, not getting tired, not speaking, just enjoying the feel of her naked and writhing underneath you.
Those images make you growl softly in her ear and you feel her chuckling.
"No Jane or Lisbon tonight, no regrets or doubts. No chuckling, just…fucking"
Her soft moan reaches your ears and you nuzzle her neck.
"Take me home, Patrick"
4 words that your brain processes and you don't even have to be told twice what to do.
You'll never see her as Teresa or Lisbon.
Instead, you've just chosen a nickname for her, one that will fit very well…
Naughty Kitten.