As it gets cooler around here, in good old Minnesota, this is a little oneshot that has been clinking around my brain for the last week or so.
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine, or I wouldn't currently be struggling to pay rent and tuition.
The crime scene was gruesome, the kind that Patrick Jane didn't want to spend too much time contemplating. So instead he turned his gaze to the sky. It was a gloomy day, rain right around the corner, so to speak. Mist had been forming all day, and now the air was thick, wet, and cold. Jane rubbed his hands together, struggling to get blood flowing to his long, elegant fingers. He looked around, trying to find someone he could pick pocket for some gloves. And then he got a better idea.
He found that any opportunity to shock one Teresa Lisbon was a good one. In this case, it would serve two purposes, shock her, and warm his fingers, at least for a few seconds, until the shocked part of her brain won out. He waited, biding his time until she was done looking at the body, talking to the coroner, and delegating responsibilities to the team. And that's when he struck.
He walked quietly, taking care as to not disturb the ground, wanting this to be a true sneak attack. He reached her, and could tell the second she new he was there. He saw her back tense just so. But she still let out a whimper of shock and protest when his long fingers grasped her waist, bringing her back to his chest, and then those same long fingers worked their way underneath her jacket and onto her warm skin.
"Hhhh, Jane." She hissed it out in as much surprise as in chilled disdain. But she had caught onto his game a long time ago. Instead of pushing him away from her and then snapping at him, she let her own hands slid around his body and into his pockets.
There they stood, in the middle of a crime scene, her back pressed along the full length of his front, his arms wrapped around her with his hands disappearing somewhere around her stomach, and her hands secured in his front pockets. He dipped his face lower, so that his chin rested along her shoulder blade, and his nose grazed her neck, just behind and below her ear. His tongue darted out, his lips then closing around that spot that he just knew would do her in, and at her whimper, this time out of desire, he chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated through both of their bodies.
"Do we have everything we need from here?" He didn't dare move from where he was right this moment, both out of want, and because he was finally starting to feel his fingers again.
"Yeah." The sound was breathy, uneven, and unbalanced.
"Hmm. We should go then. It might be kind of hard to walk like this." His voice was amused, but soft, lower than usual.
"Mm, just a few more minutes." Teresa Lisbon was not one to give into folly and senseless passion, but the two adults have been fighting the pull for nearly seven years now. She figured a few minutes of just letting go couldn't hurt anything. Of course, she knew she was kidding only herself, and that later things would end up strained, needing to be fixed, and begging to be rearranged. She figured they'd deal with it when it came up.
Until then, Lisbon ducked her chin to her chest and cocked her head to the side, granting Jane, his cold nose and warm breath more access to her slender, exposed neck. At her sigh, Jane smiled. Even if he wasn't moving on just yet, he knew it wouldn't take much of a leap to get there.