Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon hunched over her desk, the leather chair she sat in, creaking as she shifted her weight, she felt herself frown hard into the phone she had picked up moments earlier, a slow sigh tumbling out under her breath.
The nerves in the bridge of her nose pinched, in her ear, the A.G in full flow, ranting as if his life depended on it...there was no stopping him. Her weary eyes wandered around her dimly lit office...it was almost 8.45...why on earth was she still sat here? She could feel a humdinger of a headache building...if the A.G carried on like this, it would be a full blown migraine by 9pm.
She tuned out...her mind wandering to the fine Sicilian meatballs she had lovingly prepared over the weekend which were sat in her refrigerator, all set to be heated up and consumed along with the half bottle of red waiting on her counter top...her mouth watered...why was she still here...and why on earth was she sat listening to some puffed up pencil pusher...telling her how to do her job...how to keep her staff in line...
Oh yeeaaah! Two words...one man...Patrick Jane, the pain in the ass consultant who had been driving her nuts for close on four years. Why the A.G thought that Jane's latest indiscretions were her problem baffled her...He'd been rubbing suspects and victims' families up the wrong way ever since he'd nonchalantly strolled into CBI headquarters...His quirks and idiosyncrasies were now so legendary...the FBI sneakily used his methods...when they were desperate.
It was the A.G who had employed Jane in the first place, not she...if it had been up to Lisbon that man would never have been anywhere near CBI headquarters, Sacramento...
She could still see her colleagues faces when she'd had to stand in the middle of the Bullpen that cold October morning and introduce Patrick Jane to Wayne Rigsby, arson specialist, Kimball Cho...ex Ranger and professional cop, no other way to describe Cho...and Grace Van Pelt, who may have been a rookie back then, but she'd come up through the academy, and Lisbon wanted her to learn policing by the book...something Patrick Jane would never understand in a million years...
Yet here she sat, all alone in an almost deserted building at stupid o'clock in the evening, being harangued by the very man who had brought Jane in...suddenly this was her problem...why?
She'd attempted to butt in on several occasions, only to be shouted down...usually she would have sat there agreeing with her superior on every derogatory put down aimed at Patrick Jane...but whether she liked it or not Jane closed cases...Jesus! he was a demon when it came to closing cases...but whether it was fatigue playing a part tonight, Lisbon found that she simply couldn't bring herself to castigate the man who despite his arrogance, impetuosity and the sheer exasperation he brought to her life daily...he also brought sunshine, nine times outta ten, he made the job that little bit easier.
Lisbon felt her cheeks flare hotly and almost dropped the phone in shock...why the hell was she blushing? She was on the end of a dressing down over her erstwhile consultant...and her heart was fluttering, her cheeks were scarlet...and instead of her waiting dinner...now all she could picture were his ocean green eyes...that dazzling smile, the halo of unruly golden curls and the firm body she imagined daily under his smart three piece suits.
Ohhhh god! Teresa...get a grip woman! What the hell is wrong with you tonight...she berated herself silently, hoping to god her heart wasn't hammering around her rib cage so hard, the A.G would hear it upstairs in his office...
After quickly promising her boss that she would sit Mr Jane down and explain the rules and regs to him for the umpteenth time, she replaced the phone and got to her feet.
She suddenly felt antsy, something about her psyche was well out of whack tonight...there was a leaden feeling in the pit of her stomach...it had been there since lunch time when she and Jane had returned from a crime scene down town...and he had casually turned to her and let slip...that he, had a date, that evening!
Her stomach turned right over as she replayed the scene as they sat at traffic lights, she could still see that gentle smile lighting his eyes as he told her he was gonna take out the 'cute girl' down in Serious Crimes...Betty...Betsy? or whatever her stupid name was...He was really nervous, like a school boy, babbling that he thought he was ready, did she think he was ready? And Lisbon had sat there almost rigid with shock a smile frozen on her face nodding and saying of course he was ready!
She took a glance at the oversized divers watch on her dainty wrist...9.10 p.m...they would probably be sat in that uber cool French place now, sipping on a crisp Chardonnay, Betsy making cow eyes at her consultant...HER consultant...not Betsy's...
Patrick Jane was HER consultant, HER friend...it was she who had taken the flak for his unorthodox behaviour for the last four years, she was the one who had covered his...mighty fine ass, when he stepped over the line...she'd been the one who constantly checked he was doing ok? Not Betty...BETSY! she snapped at herself under her breath...why was Betsy now sat in a gorgeously intimate French restaurant in Old Sacramento...with her Patrick?
God she felt sick...and it wasn't hunger causing such gut wrenching pangs...she was stone cold jealous...four years spent ignoring all the signs. The playful banter, the slightly salacious comments here and there as her relationship with Patrick had grown, the gentle way he would lay a hand on her weary shoulders when they worked late, the playful smiles he threw her when he knew he'd really pissed her off...and the stupid thing was...he always made her feel better...
She returned to her chair, her legs suddenly unable to hold her up...in the four years she had gotten to know Patrick, she'd watched him grow as a person and a man, yes he still carried the tragedy of losing his family with him, she suspected that would never leave him, no amount of therapy would heal that wound, but she had always been around late at night had he ever needed to unload, usually when they had worked a Red John case...but Teresa knew that he trusted her, and when she needed to talk about her family, Patrick had always offered an ear and a different perspective...
She didn't really date, all the men she had ever known had been a disappointment...but sometimes she had looked at Patrick, usually around midnight when they were doing the nightshift...her heart flipped again...he seriously was the only guy she'd met that wouldn't be a letdown in any way...and now, he was downtown with the ditz from Serious Crimes...eating freakin' oysters.
Teresa wearily got to her feet again with a sigh there was no point sitting around here all night eating her heart out, one thing was patently obvious Patrick Jane wouldn't be sat there enjoying the finest of French cuisine, wondering what she was doing this evening?
Picking up her long abandoned cup of coffee she wandered across to the kitchen, lit by an ethereal blue glow from the spotlights under the units, absentmindedly swilling the dregs around before dumping them in the sink and turning her rinsed mug upside down on the drainer...her breath caught in her throat.
Side by side, two cups...her own, a tall thick latte mug, purloined from Starbucks, completely by accident of course, and beside it...a slightly more genteel turquoise tea cup, commandeered by Patrick Jane the very first day he'd set foot on their floor.
Lisbon felt a lump rise in her throat as she blinked at the small piece of ceramic in the half- light...Patrick's cup, her mind wandered, imagining him perched on the side of her desk as she barked out orders to her agents, his lips brushing the sides as he took a sip, the way they curled as he blew on the liquid inside to cool it...God damn it! Had it come to this...was she so lonely these days that she needed to resort to erotic fantasies of Patrick Jane, drinking tea? She really needed to be out of this building, he seemed to be oozing out of the walls.
Her eyes suddenly stung as tears pricked them...a million what if's flooding her brain...What if the date with Betsy went really well...what if Jane asked to see her again, the woman would be a complete ditz to turn such an offer down...what if they started planning weekends away, Jane knew all the best places on the west coast...Oh my god! She squealed at herself What if Betsy was the one who finally pulled Jane back into the land of the living...what if they got a place together...what if...Betsy was The One?
This thought was almost too heinous to contemplate, Lisbon grasped at the granite counter top before her...Why hadn't she done something about these feelings before now...every single instance of her heart flip flopping in Patrick Jane's presence was now coming back to haunt her...the late night car drives back from crime scenes, the evening he'd sat on her stairs and watched her dancing around in nothing more than her beloved Chicago Bears shirt whilst snaring a perp...countless late night meals in diners and hotels across the state...
There had been soo many moments between the pair of them, times she had either gone back to her motel room, or returned home and lain awake wondering about something he'd said...or done...had he been trying to tell her something and she had completely missed the signals...God...a fine detective she was.
Then the defence system Lisbon had built within herself after years of let downs kicked in...she'd made it very clear to Rigsby and Van Pelt that inter- unit relationships were a no no! Then again Jane wasn't technically an agent or a cop for that matter. They both had baggage, his utterly tragic, her own, mental scars that still ran deep...that was a recipe for disaster...right?
So why was her entire body now aching for him, fearing that even after a few hours spent with the no doubt delightful Betsy, she had lost him? Patrick Jane, had he ever really been hers to lose?
She tensed...absolutely certain she could hear footsteps? Ears straining she could definitely hear footfall...Meh! probably Jason doing his rounds, she'd seen the burly security guard wandering around an hour or so earlier and had swapped pleasantries with him...she relaxed a little, the footsteps drawing closer, fully expecting a cheery 'You still here Ma'am! Any second...
" Teresa..." her name broke the silence, his voice low and gentle and her entire body went into shock, goose bumps the size of golf balls covered her skin, the almost invisible hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention and the room swayed most unnervingly,
" Ja...Jane"? she questioned, knowing full well the voice belonged to no other man, she wanted to turn and face him, wanted to have that permanent look of disdain on her face but...right that second she knew her eyes were probably as aroused as the rest of her and being civil and nonchalant just wasn't gonna happen.
He was moving closer, she could sense it, she was almost certain she could faintly smell the utterly delicious lemony cologne he sometimes wore, still her feet would not allow her to turn around, but his presence was now all around her, he must have been mere feet away and when he spoke again her senses exploded.
" I hoped I would find you here..." he began and she couldn't believe the vulnerability in his usually steady voice...why had he returned? She wondered...why was he not sat downtown making cute conversation with Betsy, sharing canapés and chardonnay?
" Umm...yeah...you know me, first one in...last one out..." she fired back airily, Lisbon closed her eyes, her voice was breathy, like a school girl, she had to get a grip...Jane had obviously forgotten something? His wallet perhaps...yeah! he was pretty damn good at forgetting that, she found a little resolve, gulped hard and slowly began to turn towards him...It was sooo not a good move.
Patrick stood around five feet in front of her wearing an impeccable grey Italian designed suit which only served to make his eyes greener and the curls framing his face just that lil' bit blonder...her pulse tripled as her body ached for his touch but at the same time, the nagging voice remained in the back of her head...what on earth was he doing here, a question she found she needed answering, the detective kicked in and finally meeting his gaze she found her voice.
" What on earth are you...doing back here? I thought you were...on a date..."? she simply could not keep the wobble out of her voice, nothing was gonna disguise her disappointment,
" I was on a date..." he paused momentarily a wistful smile playing around his lips
" But...I soon realised that, I wasn't where I was supposed to be..."? This time Teresa did feel herself frown, the way she usually did when he made no sense whatsoever,
" Not like you to get the details wrong...what was the problem, the lighting...the colour of the table cloths...the ambience..."? she drawled with a hint of sarcasm and his shoulders hitched as he managed a chuckle,
" It wasn't the restaurant...or the food...or the ambience..." he murmured as his eyes fixed on her own " I shouldn't have been there period..."! he could almost hear her thoughts, thinking that she understood, the knot in his stomach tightened, he had to do this right now...had to say this to her...right now,
" Still not ready..."? she guessed, expecting the melancholia she usually saw flood his eyes and the tiny little nod of acknowledgement that always followed, but this time Jane was shaking his head, his eyes weren't filled with sadness...Teresa was startled...they were filled with desire!
" I shouldn't have been sat...in a romantic French bistro...with Betsy from serious crimes...I should have been sat somewhere equally as romantic...with you Teresa..."! he continued to edge closer until she felt her back arch as she leaned into the unit behind her, eyes almost out of their sockets at such a confession completely thrown by the situation and not knowing how to react.
He'd said it! The words he had longed to speak were now out there, floating around in the ether, he couldn't take them back, nor did he wish to...but he had crossed the line, Patrick knew that from that second onwards, his relationship with Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon would either be over, on every level...or she would tell him he hadn't been mistaken and the fire he was sure he'd seen in her eyes whilst they had sat in traffic that lunch time meant she secretly felt the same way about him...but now he was stood in a dimly lit kitchen holding his breath whilst she digested his feelings.
The air crackled with pure lust as Patrick came to a halt before her and Teresa suddenly felt incredibly small and fragile, her elfin face lifted so she could survey his handsome features...he really was quite breathtaking and he was anxiously awaiting a reaction.
" Don't you play with me Jane..."! she gasped incredulously as he inched even closer, the toes of his battered leather shoes nudging her steel capped boots, his eyes wandering with some longing around her pretty features,
" I wouldn't have left a perfectly fine young woman sat ten blocks away in a restaurant, thinking I was using the rest room...if I wasn't 100% sure Teresa..." he lifted his hand to cup her cheek watching her eyes charmingly flutter shut as she savoured his touch,
" But...why now...why tell me now"? she stammered and he sighed as he leant in and placed a tender kiss on her left temple before his warm breath fluttered across her cheek as he dropped another...and then another as her head swayed a little to encourage him, hardly believing what he was doing to her,
" I think you've known for a long time...how fond I am of you sweetheart..."
" Jane...I don't want fondness...my Aunt is fond of me..." she snapped, her words a lot sharper than she had anticipated,
" Bad choice of word..." he conceded as she continued to gaze questioningly up at him,
" I want...I want a man Patrick...I want a guy who will...put me before any other...I want a man who will love me, every which way...someone who will consume my every waking moment...I don't want a fling...I don't want to sneak off to motels in the dead of night...I want a guy to share walks on the beach with at sunset...I want someone to come home to at night..." she babbled earnestly and his features softened with delight,
" You think I don't..."?
" I don't know...do you...I can't read you...I know your history...but I have no clue where you're going in the future...I don't wanna play guessing games...too freakin' old for guessing games..."? without a flicker of hesitation Jane took her face in his big manly hands,
" Teresa...I love you sweetheart...I love you so much it hurts...I don't think I can be any clearer than that...can I"?
Teresa really wasn't sure what she had expected to hear fall from Jane's lips at that precise moment, but what he had said almost knocked her sideways. Her throat went unhelpfully dry, her chest constricted to such a point breathing was almost impossible and all the while Patrick Jane stood before her...completely open...for the first time in years...his very soul was exposed.
Patrick stood before the woman of his dreams, feeling utterly raw, he hadn't exactly intended to tell Teresa the very depths of his feelings for her, but he owed her...she had been pretty direct in her aspirations, and he couldn't hide behind his past any longer.
He'd expected to render her speechless with his confession...but the fact that she was still completely mute after a full sixty seconds...this was something he hadn't bargained on.
His mind went through it's usual 360...back to the moment he had realised that much as the memory of his late wife Angela and beloved daughter Charlotte would never be extinguished, that moment he had found himself locked in a shipping container with Lisbon, dumped in the middle of nowhere...that was the instant he realised his feelings for the sulky, green eyed pixie had gone way beyond friendly...way beyond being mere work colleagues.
The clarity of his feelings had overwhelmed him...lust, passion, admiration, adoration, the all- consuming urge to continually protect her it cascaded through his being and from that moment on, Patrick realised that Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon was his future.
He'd headed into the CBI each morning after with a growing vigour, Teresa Lisbon gave him renewed reasons to live, for the first time in many years Patrick began to feel like a human being again but more importantly, he began to feel like a man.
He started to experience senses and emotions he'd long since buried, some guys found high heels and stocking-ed legs a turn on, others got off on a flash of cleavage, tight clothing, short skirts perhaps? But for Patrick Jane, the second Teresa Lisbon strode purposefully into the Bullpen each morning dressed in the finest Levi's had to offer, the clingy cashmere sweaters, she favoured sculpting her perfect torso, the hint of cinnamon that hung in the air as she passed him by...he found himself breathless on more than one occasion.
His desire for her only intensified as the months passed, Teresa must have noticed the definite change in his demeanour, c'mon! She wasn't blind! She noticeably softened before Patrick's eyes, she flashed him dazzling smiles instead of her usual frowns of despair.
She flicked her hair when she thought he wasn't looking, he was certain she was using mascara more often...and when she wore her tiny, crisp no nonsense blouses which caused her perfect breasts to strain at the cotton...Jane found himself spending more time creeping out of briefings scurrying back up to his rooms in the CBI loft space to cool his ardour...
Even more embarrassingly there were times when he found himself locked in a toilet stall in the basement rest rooms, praying to god no-one ventured down to those facilities as he sought a shuddering release...erections, having to jerk off...these were all new experiences for Patrick and as his body's reaction's grew stronger it began to dawn on him that the time had come to move on with his life.
" Ohmigod..."! she whispered eventually, green panther eyes wide and wild with surprise as Patrick attempted to gauge whether she was euphoric or ever so slightly repulsed,
" Ohmigod...yaaay! Or...Ohmigod Jane you're such an asshole..."? he questioned, eyes a twinkle attempting humour in case she was about to shoot him down in flames but there was such a clarity to her stare that his heart began to trip and he went ever so light headed...could she be about to reciprocate?
" Ohmigod...you...you really mean that"? a warmth flooded her pretty features, all the encouragement he needed to continue,
" You're seriously telling me you had no clue...fine detective you are Agent Lisbon" she tutted gently under her breath and aimed a playful swipe at his left bicep,
" You went on a date...an hour ago for God's sake...with a woman half my age...and you thought I would be sat up here, working my ass off thinking...Oh it's ok...Patrick Jane is head over heels in love with me...Meh! nothing for me to worry about..." her knees positively wobbled as he gathered her closer and without warning she was swept clean off her feet and deposited without much ceremony on the counter top as he took control, her knees were prised apart and Patrick stepped between them, his big, warm manly palm cupping her cheek, fingers tangled in her long glossy hair as he hauled her closer,
" Teresa Lisbon...you have been my every waking thought for months now..." her dainty mouth dropped into an O shape " You consume me my darling...I finally learned how to go to sleep at night again, simply so I could dream about you..." Teresa had to gulp sharply, her throat was so parched her voice when it arrived was coarse and wavering,
" You have no idea how much I longed to hear you say that Patrick...So I knew I wasn't going crazy...",
" So you know how I long for you"?
" Do you know how my skin craves your touch..."?
" How I imagine the taste of your kiss...",
" I dream of stripping you naked"!
" You arouse me like no other",
" I wanted to be The One...I wanted to be the woman who...shares your dreams...the woman who...makes you a man again",
" Baby...I knew the day would come where...I had to step out of the shadows of my life...My body is telling me that...I need love...I need to love again...I want to love you...completely Teresa...in every single way" he murmured heatedly as his mouth finally made contact with her own and the split second both had imagined so vividly for so long finally arrived.
Their passion for one another ignited the second Patrick guided his lips to hers...Teresa felt her entire body explode, every tiny nerve and sinew went into a state of complete ecstasy as he stole a tentative yet completely mind blowing smooch...tearing away to catch his breath at the shockwaves it caused.
Her gentle fingers were on his neck, grasping at the curls on his jacket collar as she willed him not to have second thoughts and take flight...but the most dazzling smile swept around his handsome features and his eyes slowly fluttered shut as he moved in again, lips nipping at her rosy flesh, inhibitions crumbling as Teresa responded to the utter desire building inside her, lips parting to entice him forward and the glory that ensued as he plunged his tongue beyond her teeth to claim her completely.
They kissed feverishly, like human's starved of food and water for months and months, neither wanting the last touch, when breathing became difficult, they would part momentarily, catch their breath, revel in the hue of desire covering their faces and lips would meet again...hands pawing at one another almost frantically, both a little scared that they would wake up and find this to be nothing more than an erotic dream.
Teresa knew this was no dream the second Jane scooped her even closer, balancing her precariously on the very edge of the work top, her thighs clamped around his own as he thrust his hips towards her, his groin level with her crotch and her entire being went into a spin as his deliciously firm penis rolled against her aching flesh...her mouth wrenched from his with an almost primal groan of pleasure...this was no dream...even in her wildest fantasies of Patrick Jane...she'd never been able to feel his body...but right now, she sat there humping back against his stroke, encouraging him to ride her body...and Patrick, he was lost somewhere between two universes, reality and ecstasy...
His gentle fingers eagerly pushed aside the cute little button's running down the front of her disgustingly efficient little blouse...revealing the most glorious of sights, beautiful milky mounds encased in white satin. His mouth wandered, Agent Lisbon may be gloriously petite but he'd always suspected that under her work clothes, she had a toned but perfectly proportioned hot little body...and at first glance, he knew he had been correct...God! he had to have her naked, his mouth physically watered at the thought of fastening his lips to her cherry pink nipples...
Teresa's hand's also had minds of their own...they were currently surfing around the mighty fine contours of Patrick Jane's ass...God! she had lost count of the amount of times she had watched him, from the cover of her office as he went through his cat-like morning stretch in the Bullpen...at first she had merely thought he was showing off...he was exceedingly limber...but he had to have the finest butt she had ever seen on a man...and many times during the day, no matter what they were doing...climbing stairs, anything that set his muscles in motion, her eyes would wander to his ass...andimagine her hands gripping it during the throes of passion...which is exactly what they were doing now...kneading and squeezing at his flesh like a woman possessed, grinding his hard-on into her bucking crotch...
Her blouse finally hung loose and Patrick surveyed the beauty before him through heavy lovelorn eyes, Teresa completely losing her mind, throwing her inhibitions to the wind as her fingers tugged at the zipper of Jane's suit pants, snagging as she drew it down over the enormous bulge in his underwear and he did nothing to stop her...a soft growl of satisfaction the only noise he made as she relieved the pressure on his groin a little...
He loved the bashful little twinkle in her emerald green eyes as she snuck a glance down at what she had uncovered, her lips parting to emit a gentle Ohhhhhhh! As she finally feasted on the beast Jane had been concealing...He was all man, her pussy quivered furiously as she imagined his hot fleshy shaft filling her, stretching her to the core and the long, furious ride she would have the second she mounted him...the urge to touch was so strong she didn't deny herself...
Her palm smoothed luxuriantly all over his coiled penis, feeling his heat, the throb of his roused veins as Patrick threw back his head and exhaled raggedly at the sensation...his knees buckled slightly and he pushed his manhood into her grasp as Teresa got over her shyness and squeezed...this time his tone was sharper and she repeated the action sending her fingers between his thighs to mould his balls to her palm, delicately fondling as he rocked against her to try and temper the ache...he wanted to come so badly...
All that was in Teresa's head right now was to be out of her panties...her crotch was now saturated and her clit was throbbing with anticipation...would he use his fingers...or was he a little more adventurous...did Patrick Jane give head...would he do her the honour of letting her suck him dry? as she continued to stroke and caress his cock...his lips found hers once more, tongues slithering forward to tangle in a breathless, almost sloppy kiss and her heart almost failed her...when the hell had he got the zipper down on her jeans! Her fly was gaping and Patrick's nimble fingers were now trickling back and forth over her crotch, delving that little deeper with each sweep, feeling her wetness, feeling her hips arch into every glorious stroke...groping one another like horny teenagers...
" Ohhmigod...Jane..."! she hissed wantonly,
" Baby...I really prefer you calling me...Patrick! especially whilst we're...getting it on..." he ended with a gasp and she giggled,
" Seriously...you bring that up now...Ja...Patrick! we...we can't do this here"! she managed to mutter as his mouth fastened with unbridled passion to her own once again and she ripped her hand out of his pants and pressed it to his chest " Patrick I...I'm serious...we can't do this here..."! with another disobedient groan his lips fell to her neck, nipping and sucking on the fizzing pulse point beneath her ear,
" Tree honey...I'm as hard as fucking nails...your wetter than the Pacific...what do you suggest we do...go home and take cold showers..."?
" Nooo...I still want to bang your brains out...Just...not here, I couldn't come into work tomorrow, sit at that table sharing coffee and small talk with...Ohhhmigod...will you...leave my clit...alone..."! she yelped as his fingertips found her throbbing bud and began to flick against it " I can't sit here in the morning knowing you and I...got it on in here..." his head finally lifted and she almost died at the heavenly sight, his curls all mussed, lips crimson from ravaging her and an expression she would never forget as long as she lived, Patrick Jane utterly on fire...for her " Security are...just about due to do a walk through...there are camera's all over...god knows we've probably already given them a show..." he shot her the most dazzling smile, warm and heartfelt.
" Your wish is my command Senior Agent Lisbon...I think I can restrain myself a little longer...I've had plenty of practice for the last...Ooooh few years..."? her eyes bugged and she aimed a playful slap at his arm as he finally drew his hips away,
" Last few years...yeh right..."! she scoffed as she hastily drew up her zipper and began to fasten her buttons,
" You doubt me! Lisbon...when have I ever lied to you"? this time the trademark scowl appeared,
" Where do I start..."? she drawled as she reached out, whisking Jane's fingers away as she took over drawing up his zipper, simply to feel the masculinity she was about to cage, for a little while anyway,
" So...your place or mine...or...do we slip away to a sordid little hotel to fuck one another into next week"? this time a dirty great smile filled her face, eyes twinkling mercilessly,
" Oooooh Patrick Jane...do you fuck"? she husked filthily in his ear as he wrapped an arm around her and drew her from the kitchen into the darkened corridors,
" I am rather partial to a rampant sweaty fuck...I totally bone...and...well, it's been a few years my dear but...I think I can remember how to make love"? her eyebrow arched doubtfully,
" I thought that was a dying art..."? he stooped a little, not even caring about security camera's to kiss her waiting mouth tenderly,
" As I said...it's been a few years but..." her pace slowed and she turned a little,
" Patrick...are you sure honey"?
" Sweetheart...I wouldn't have gone there with you...if I wasn't absolutely positive...I need to move on now...and the woman I want to move on with...knows me better than anyone, you know my flaws, of which there are many...but you still want to be with me...now c'mon...my place, your place or a cheap n tacky motel"?
" The motel is out...I don't fuck on less than a 350 thread count" she declared haughtily to more laughter as they reached the parking lot,
" My place it is then"! Jane said in a flash of decisiveness and Teresa stopped by her car door, gazing wondrously across the roof at him,
" You...you have a place..."? she floundered, not exactly sure where, the only place she'd seen him sleep recently was in the CBI attic?
" I told you Teresa...I've been moving on...I sold the Malibu house...I resolved to have you in my life and...I have a place" he teased a little,
" Where..."?
" Give me the keys woman, let me drive and you'll soon see where"!
