Chapter 2

This is just something I came up with when I was tired and had a cold. Be warned, it is smutty. If your imagination filled in the gap after the end of the last chapter then you can skip this, there's nothing important or unmissable here, just a continuation of the flirting with an added kick. I would prefer it if you read and reviewed my first attempt at smut. Likes or Dislikes will be fine. Thanks. (If you don't read then be aware that Jane and Lisbon have moved to the attic and had sex, just so you now the scene for the next chapter)

There was no way they would have made it to Lisbon's place, so they settled for crashing into Jane's loft, half dressed and attached to each other by a kiss that was only broken every few seconds for more clothing to be removed. The process of clothing removal took longer than either of them would have liked, but there was no way they were going to just leave evidence of their late night encounter lying haphazardly around where anyone could find it the next morning. It was bad enough that the team had already seen enough to guess what had happened after they retreated home, without the added worry of someone important finding out that Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon had been doing very bad things to each other.

And doing very bad things to each other they were. Jane was dragging Lisbon along by her hips, keeping her pressed tight against him as they neared his sanctuary, and Lisbon was running her hands up and down his toned chest and stomach, echoing his groans when she hit a particularly sensitive area. All the while their tongues were battling for dominance, slinking in and out of each other's mouths. They only grew more aggressive when Jane's calves hit the corner of his bed, Lisbon anchoring her feet on his floor before shoving against his chest with both hands, pushing his naked form onto the mattress. He hit it with a satisfying thud, and she leapt on him like a predatory beast, landing on his calves and delighting in the shudder that her small movements produced.

By this point Jane was completely caught up in his boss's movements, perhaps too much so. The fact that this would be his first time since Angela died hit him dead in the chest, the breath rushing out of him in a gasp of horror. It had been eight years, and although it was excruciatingly obvious that his equipment was in full working order after eight years it would be like losing his virginity all over again. Although there was no woman he would rather re-lose it with than Lisbon he remembered his first time with disdain, having lasted only a minute or so once he actually got going. Would re-losing his virginity be over as quick as originally losing it? That would be embarrassing, not to mention frustrating. It was his first time with a woman he truly loved, and they both deserved something miraculous and perfect, but as Lisbon continued her teasing ministrations on him it was becoming painfully clear that he wasn't going to last long enough for it to be miraculous, or perfect or even amazing. He needed to tell Lisbon that, so she wouldn't be disappointed or annoyed when their lovemaking was inevitably cut short. He grabbed both her torturous hands and pulled her up to face him.

"Lisbon, if you keep doing that this is going to be over disappointingly soon." The pain he felt was evident in his voice, and for a moment Lisbon felt a pang of guilt for pushing him somewhere he was obviously not ready to go. He cut off those thoughts when he continued to speak. "It's not you, you haven't done anything wrong or made me go too fast, it's just, well it's been eight years, and although that-" he gestured downwards "Is obviously working pretty damn well, I know that I'm not going to last very long once it actually happens. I'm only telling you so that you don't get angry or disappointed."

She leaned up and kissed him, long and deep. She looked him right in the eyes and said "Patrick Jane, you will never be a disappointment to me, especially not now. I'm surprised you even can after all this time and so many traumas. Anything you can give me will be enough. You got that?" He nodded "Good. Anyway, it's been a while for me too, and with how unbelievably worked up you got me with the show near the table I'll be surprised if I last that long myself."

"How worked up I got you! You were the one-"He was cut off by Lisbon's lips pressing insistently to his at the same moment that her hips rose up to sit directly above his. His tongue slid against hers and into her mouth at the same moment she lowered herself down onto him, both of them gasping at the incredible feeling of finally being together like this.

Lisbon lowered herself excruciatingly slowly, savouring every minute of the sweet torture that this session had become. Their kisses became little more than pants of air shared between tow mouths as Lisbon endeavoured to take more of him, to take all of him. Jane was more than willing to give her all of him, and more if she desired. He would give her anything.

What seemed like a lifetime of drawn out pleasure and pain later Lisbon settled against Jane's pelvis, groaning as she realised that she now had him, all of him inside her. He was groaning too, feeling Lisbon's strong muscles all around him and above him. He finally had her, all off her bared before him in all her glory. A single tear slid down his cheek at the sheer perfection of this moment, and as Lisbon wiped it away with the pad of her thumb he thought that this couldn't get better, that nothing he would ever do would be quite as excellent as the feel of Lisbon, his Lisbon enveloping him so.

Then she started to move.

She rocked up and down on his pelvis, adding a twist, pivot or squeeze at key moments to draw out the pleasure even further. Any thoughts of kissing were long forgotten, as were any concerns about performance, for as far as Lisbon and Jane were concerned each second of frenzied movement extended into millennia, and even if it were over in two seconds then they would be the best two seconds of either of their lives.

After an uncertain amount of time, which was definitely longer than two seconds, Jane began to feel his peak approaching, and fear clenched at him suddenly. Even though Lisbon was clearly enjoying herself, if her moans and grunts were any indication, he knew that she hadn't yet had time to get there, and that he would definitely be finished before she was.

A hand snaked its way from its hold on her torso to where they were joined, and in three or four motions of his talented hands he felt her begin to shake around him, which was good because at that exact moment he felt his release crest. They screamed out into the night together, joint wails of pleasure and love, with each other's names thrown in a few times for good measure.

Sated and boneless Lisbon fell against Jane's chest, and they soon both fell into a calm, dreamless sleep like none either had had in years, comforted by the knowledge that they were wrapped in their lover's arms.

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