Sorry everyone. My Professors have been pressing upon me a ridiculous amount of work before finals. I finally managed to set some time up to finish this story. Yes this is the final Chapter. I never had any plans to turn this into a long one. Thanks for reading though! I appreciate it!
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He had managed to stay away from Lisbon for a week. One whole week where he only saw her during work hours, doing work things, unable to touch her, only able to remember. He remembered how she was when he had her pinned against the wall. He remembered how she was when her lips were kissing his back, when her hands were unbuttoning his vest. He wanted her that was nothing new but he didn't know if he could stop himself anymore.
It had been a week since Jane had pressed her up against a wall in her office and stroked a fire that burned somewhere deep inside. It had been a week of sleepless nights where she tried to relieve the tension he had placed inside her over and over again. A week of frustration. She moved around her apartment in her pajamas, preparing a cup of tea for herself and grabbing the book she had decided to read. She needed to take her mind off of Jane somehow. She settled on her couch, pulling a blanket over her lap and settling her tea on the side table next to her. She cracked the spine of her book open and settled back against the couch, her eyes skimming the introduction. Five minutes later she slammed the book shut in frustration. Her eyes had been reading the same sentence since she opened the book.
He hesitated in the hallway outside wondering if he should take a chance and knock on her door. He looked at the darkly stained door in front of him. The mailbox next to it proclaimed that T. Lisbon resided there. If he did this he knew there would be way to go back. All of the sudden a large thump sounded as something heavy hit the door from the other side accompanied by a heavy fluttering sound and a muffled scream. His mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario even though he wasn't quite sure how the fluttering fit in. His choice was made for him though and he knocked heavily on the door calling out to the occupant inside. "Lisbon? Are you ok?"
She was frustrated. She was frustrated to the point where she desperately wanted to throw something so she did. With a little scream of rage she hurled her book hard at the door. It hit with a satisfactory thud and fell to the floor. She stared at it for a moment and then jumped when a heavy pounding and yelling startled her out of her revere. She looked at the door for a moment in confusion. That shouting sounded like⦠Jane? Lisbon got up and crossed over to the door, opening it carefully, surprised at actually finding Patrick Jane on the other side. She looked at him warily. Wondering what exactly had brought him to her door late at night. "Jane. It's late. Why are you here?" She knew that she sounded suspicious. She has every right to be.
When she opened the door he couldn't help but sigh. She was ok hell she was more than ok. She was there, in her element, in her home where she spent time outside of work, where she relaxed. Where she apparently walked around her house throwing books at doors in her pajamas. He looked at her as she asked him what he was doing there. His eyes traveled the length of her body, taking in her pajamas, her tousled hair, how she almost looked like she had been settling down for a nice night inside. Jane took a step forward into her home, his eyes fixated upon hers. His hands reached out to catch her hip bones, coaxing her closer to him. His head dropped closer to hers "Lisbon" he breathed out as he sucked in her scent. She smelled clean and fresh like she always did.
Her breath caught in her throat at his action and she gave an involuntary whimper. His fingers were making slow circles on her hips, softly rubbing and rubbing. What would it be like to have those fingers somewhere else? His feet started to move, pushing her backwards into her apartment. Once they cleared the door he shoved it shut with his foot, not bothering to hook the chain. One of his hands moved up her body to cup her face and she sighed as she studied his face. It was different than normal, he looked nervous almost.
He was nervous. Teresa could say no to him at anytime and easily ruin him. He had to take the chance though. His hand cupped her face and he studied her eyes. They looked back at him waiting. He lowered his head even more, bringing his lips but a hairs breath away from hers, watching, waiting. Her breath increased with a slight hitch. She wasn't stopping him. She wouldn't start it but she wasn't going to stop him. He finally committed and took the plunge dropping his lips that last little bit to take their place on top of hers.
As soon as they touched her body molded to his as though she had been waiting for this all her life. Her chest pressed to his, her hips angled against his, her arms snaked around him as her lips moved below his. She wanted to give him her all. If he wanted everything then here it was. Her all.
He laughed quietly against her lips as he began walking backwards again, trying to aim where he thought her bedroom would be. His hands found their way below her pajamas loosening them easily and allowing them to drop off until he was backing her up in simply her underwear.
"Jane" her voice was low, her lips having trouble making the words.
"Patrick" he said in between placing little nips on her neck. "For you, for this, my name is Patrick." He finally reached their destination, her bedroom. He paused at the doorway with her, gazing into her eyes for a long moment. He saw what he was looking for in their depths and smiled at her before shutting the door.
