The problem with this installment was that there is a pretty cheesy scene in there that I just couldn't get right… I re-wrote it several times and then decided to just let it stand as it is. Otherwise, this chapter still wouldn't be finished. I hope you can somehow live with this scene… okay.
On the other hand, I went a little over the top with the sex again, so this is definitely a firm M! If explicit scenes are not what you like, better not read on. I'm in pretty much of a dirty mood right now, the hiatus has been on for a while and will continue to plague us for a long while, so my filthy mind is running amok- sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist, and I don't make money from fan fiction.
A Tale of Finding One's Home
It normally took about two hours until Patrick Jane started to crave a kiss. Not that he didn't crave it all day, but every two hours, the need became urgent and dark, gnawing at him like an angry animal thirsting for blood.
His gaze fastened onto Lisbon's lips, he found himself licking his own repeatedly, imagining the sinful games she would play with him once they went off-duty. Unfortunately, they had a late appointment tonight, so devouring his gorgeous princess would have to wait. His sigh was pained and needy. He hadn't liked waiting at all lately.
Lisbon smiled secretly to herself, no doubt feeling his gaze linger upon her like she always did these days. Her senses were tuned to him like a finely calibrated instrument, and her feelings made her able to read him in ways nobody else could. She knew when his mind was directed towards her, could feel his desire like a living thing between them. He stirred inside his pants, the sensation liberating and hot. He enjoyed the feelings of wholeness, the energy that flowed through his body in a steady electric current whenever she was close.
It had made him a better detective, too: he had no problem concentrating, every fiber of his body and mind alive, pulsating, he saw things he had never imagined over his years of loneliness and grief. Happiness made him sharper, more focused. And in a way, it made him a lot less scared. No matter what happened, in the end, he went home, to her. Love granted him powers he had thought lost, strength he had never missed, so far away had it seemed in his lowest days. Now, he felt like a warrior, and he fought to make himself a worthy asset to her.
"So," she asked softly, adopting the low, careful way of speech she used only with him, "will you come over tonight?"
He smiled, happiness a glorious blossom spreading its petals inside him.
"Well- later," he said softly, "we have a very important appointment tonight, and it will take a while."
She pouted, looking so adorable he wanted to take her right then and there.
"Don't be mad, Teresa, "he whispered, "If you want me to, I'll be your midnight visitor. I'll be hungry and unwilling to compromise. I will take you however I find you."
Her cheeks reddened with desire, her eyes glassy and passionate. They never flirted in this way while they were solving an actual case, but it was late afternoon now, and the day's culprits had been locked away a while ago, their masterly extracted confessions still warm on their lips.
And if the tasks were all done, the horny boy inside him was allowed to come out and play. As was the equally horny girl inside his not-so correct partner. He smiled a secret smile of his own. Certain aspects of her personality never failed to surprise him, and that he had ever dared to call her a prude? Well, he had eaten his words a thousand times by now.
"You're not mad, princess, are you?"
She pulled her eyebrows up.
"What kind of appointment?"
He looked away for a second, brooding about how he should tell her about this. He decided for the straight approach, because that always worked best with his woman.
"We'll be looking at a house that's for sale."
Her eyes went wide, and he found himself thinking that they shimmered like stars. His heart beat as if he were a teenaged boy facing the first date with the girl he adored.
"A house?" She breathed hoarsely, "For you and me?"
He smiled.
"It's time. We can hardly stand being apart, especially at night. You don't like the Airstream, and I agree- it's no real home. And frankly, your apartment is a disaster."
She glared at him.
"It's TEMPORARY!"
"See? That's it. Time's up. We're getting a real home. I made an appointment for tonight, and I want us to go have a look. You and me."
She sighed softly, but there was no mistaking the joyful glow inside her eyes. She wanted to live with him. Wanted HIM. All of him. He was so happy it hurt, pleasure chasing through his veins in a constant, white-hot stream.
"Jane, I hope it's not in some luxury location, because I just can't afford…"
"Stop." He interrupted. "I know it's not easy for you, Teresa, but let's not make this about principles. My money is yours, too, simple as that. Why in hell should you touch your savings when my money is just lying around doing nothing."
"Jane, there might come a time when you really want to buy something with your money…"
"Like… let's say… a house for me and the woman I love? Please, Teresa. You gave me my life back and made me human again. And I can't buy us something nice?"
She snorted, but the sound was soft and restrained, and he knew he had her.
"Something nice? We're talking about a million-dollar-home here."
"Yes, exactly. Do you want me to buy you a fancy yacht, too?"
She smiled then, and the sun went up for him. God, he loved her. Loved her like mad.
Her nose crinkled in the way he adored so much.
"So you buy me a house, huh? That sounds romantic, in a way."
He chuckled.
"Well, there's a catch. I'll be living there, too."
"Will you work for me to pay for your rent?"
"Hard." He mouthed.
She grinned.
"Oh, I like hard."
He felt himself swell inside his pants. Hmmm, yes. HARD.
"But, Jane, really, I'm okay with you being the official owner and me…"
"Hush, Lisbon- we'll BOTH be official owners once we find a home that suits us. It will be OUR house. End of discussion. Nobody cares where the money comes from. I'll pick you up at eight… there's something I have to do before that."
She nodded softly, and her gaze slid to his crotch, where she could no doubt see his unmistakable hard-on, almost bursting the waistband of his slacks.
He knew she wanted to kiss and touch him, saw in her eyes how bad she wanted it, and it made him smile. She behaved on the job, always, with very few exceptions.
"We'll save that for later," he whispered, "but you're gonna get it, Teresa. I won't forget."
And her smile would always be the most beautiful part of his day.
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He allowed the loneliness to wash over him, with its full force, this final time. The air was hot and humid around him, he was sweating slightly, the shirt plastered to his back. It seemed fitting somehow. As if he were crying everywhere.
The lake shimmered in the evening light, and he let his gaze slide over the smooth, silvery surface, the sounds of civilization far, far away. The wooden bench was hard and uncomfortable, but he hardly noticed. He had been sitting here for almost two hours. But he was ready now.
For once, he allowed himself to feel the pain, the guilt, the desolation, faint memories of a time that had almost killed him. But there was no doubt. It was time to move on. He had new responsibilities now, and it felt good.
He closed his eyes and remembered them. Remembered the happy hours they had spent, the worries, the fights. The things that would never come back, but would always stay a part of him. And finally, when the last rays of sunlight had kissed the horizon goodbye, he pulled the slim golden wedding band from his finger, weighing the slight little thing in his hand. He pressed a kiss to it before he gently put it in the little box he had prepared, letting it slide into his jacket pocket.
He smiled woefully. It was almost time to meet Teresa, and his heart started to beat faster in anticipation. He loved her so much, he needed to give her whatever made her happy. And that happened to be him. Which was amazing luck for him, no doubt.
He got up slowly and went to his car, feeling the heated pavement through the soles of his shoes.
Time to go home.
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She saw it immediately, of course, her eyes going wide and soft with a shimmer of tears, and he felt a tingle that went deep down his spine. She was so attached to him, she SAW him, saw what he really was, and he was almost surprised that it didn't feel scary anymore.
He lifted his left hand and caressed her cheek, his eyes resting on hers, calm and serious.
"You know you didn't have to do this for me, Patrick," she said softly, and god- he loved her voice. Tantalizing and deep, wrapping around his senses like sheer silk.
"That doesn't matter," he whispered, "I had to do it. I want this, Teresa- I want you. I'm here."
He leaned down and captured her lips, making his kiss soft, sweeping, the gentle smacking sounds almost loud in the quiet evening.
"I love you," he whispered into her mouth, "I'm yours. Broken past and everything."
She smiled.
"I'm buying."
He sighed deeply.
"And believe me, that's still a miracle for me…"
She cooed and pressed a sweet kiss on his lips that tasted like summer and hope and all the love throbbing in his own heart.
"I love you." She said. "Let's find us a home."
He firmly wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they fell into a comfortable walk next to each other. He guided her subtly, wrapping her in conversation to make her forget her surroundings, at least a little.
"So, my sweet- what kind of house would you like?"
He just bathed in her voice and laughed with her like a free man, awed by her obvious happiness, so perfect and easy and unpretentious, like a fire burning inside her eyes, calm and steady. He did that. No matter how much he refused to believe it, but it was him who did this, who made her so happy, and he couldn't help feeling proud.
His Teresa. His gratefulness made him smile like an idiot, and that had been a pretty regular occurrence lately.
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Lisbon couldn't help it- being so close to him made her shiver with longing to touch him, her whole body aching for him to do more while his soft voice seemed to drug her effortlessly.
When she noticed her surroundings again they had walked for quite a while, and she frowned at him. There was lush green all around them, dusky and quiet, they seemed cushioned by a soft blanket, shielding them from the world. A full moon was starting to make its presence known.
"Where in hell are we?" she asked. He was tense and nervous, almost giddy. There was something off here, she could tell it. "Jane- there is no house anywhere in sight."
He looked down, taking a deep breath, and she felt alarmed on a visceral level. Her heart started to beat so loudly she could hear it.
"No, Teresa," he said slowly, taking her hand in his, "but we're close. There is just something I… have to say before we do this. You saved my life, Teresa, by stealing my heart, and I love you with everything in me. I told you that I want this, and I meant what I said. I want it. I want it more than anything else, and I want to give you everything I can. You know it's hard for me to give myself, but here I am… yours. There is nothing I'd rather be than yours. So… I'm putting everything on the line for this. I love you. Let's promise each other this, love. That we'll fight for it. That we'll stick to this. That we'll nourish it and don't waver. That we'll love each other. Teresa Lisbon, will you marry me?"
There was a stillness inside her all of a sudden that drowned every sound in and out. Strangely, she found it hard to breathe, and still there was so much bubbly air inside her, making her feel as light as a feather. Jane breathed audibly, slight huffs that became her pulse, she could feel it everywhere. There were tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, and she desperately wanted to reassure him, but there was no voice inside her, and when she nodded, she felt that she was full with tears, tears for the lost years and the fear and the jealousy , and tears for the future, the love, the hope, his soul in hers during the hard days. And gratitude, so, so much gratitude. That she was going to spend her life with him, the only one she had ever really wanted there. Everything paled, and she was clotted with tears everywhere.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice hardly audible, "Patrick, YES."
The relief on his face was so enormous, it made the floodgates open up, and before she could really understand it, her face was wet, awash in tears, and he was framing her face with his beautiful hands, kissing the tears away, whispering soothing words about how happy she made him, how he would give her everything she wanted- but she didn't want anything but him. His arms were a warm haven around her, and she didn't want to look at a house now, didn't want to see strangers, just wanted to spend the night submerged in his body, his heart.
Jane opened his hand and showed her something delicate on his palm, and it took her a moment to realize that it was a ring. There was a blackish-red stone in the middle, heart-shaped, encrusted by diamonds. She had never seen something like it. It sparkled like fire, the red glints reflecting the harsh moonlight, sparking blue and green shards into a myriad of color, the red staying the main focus, like the breath of a fiery creature.
"It's my heart, Teresa," he breathed, "burning for you. A red opal. Every opal is unique, and it took me forever to find the right one. I didn't know if you would hate the heart shape, but it felt so… so right when I asked for it…"
She shook her head, urgently, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse and cracking.
"Don't say that- there's NOTHING I hate about this. It's amazing. I've never seen something as beautiful before."
He smiled, bone-deep joy an entirely new color in his eyes, beaming into his soul, and she was fascinated by him once again, staring like a little girl would at a magical creature that would take her to a fairy world. He took her hand and gently, gently pushed the ring onto her finger. She wasn't even surprised that it fit her perfectly, just that it was there at all, proving that she had arrived at the destination she had searched for all her life without really knowing what she had been looking for. That it all was real.
His lips found hers, so soft and sweet, playful and insistent at the same time. She coaxed him into opening up for her tongue, letting the wildness of her kiss tell him how much she wanted him, and all the time she felt the ring, no doubt catching the moonlight in colorful fire.
She didn't want to stop kissing, ever again, didn't want to leave his arms right now, wanted everything right here. Going back to reality was so hard she had to swallow several times before she could bring herself to do it.
"I love you," she said hotly, "I want you. I don't want to look at a house now, Patrick. I don't want to pretend that I'm not crazy for you. I do that all day… I don't want to do it tonight."
He pulled her closer, and she felt his arousal, hard and demanding against her stomach. She shuddered.
His voice was gravelly and yet irresistibly soft, and she longed to lick it from his lips.
"Just a look, my love," he whispered, "we don't have to stay long. It's just… there's the Airstream, and your apartment that's almost SMALLER than the Airstream, and several impersonal hotel rooms… I want a HOME with you. Preferably yesterday. With lots of space and innumerable surfaces to christen. I just… I wanted you to wear my ring when we face this chapter. I wanted to erase all the tiny doubts you might have had about me."
She sighed deeply.
"I never had any doubts, Patrick. I went into this giving all of me, believe me. I love you."
"God, I love you, too."
He kissed her forehead, pressing his large hand against her neck, and it felt so warm and safe and intimate she instantly knew she would conquer anything with him. So, yeah… she would survive waiting.
He let his fingers slide lower, over the curve of her buttocks, pulling her closer, and she sighed desperately.
She would survive. Barely.
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He took one look at the house and knew she wouldn't like it. It was too large, pressed into a pretty… intense setting of greenery that gave the whole area a jungle-like flair.
But she didn't want to look at houses anyway, at least not tonight. She wanted sex, wanted him, he noticed it immediately, and he was more than ready to let her play. Grinning widely, he watched her push all the estate agent's buttons with wide-eyed ease.
Whenever the bland young man didn't look, Lisbon pouted elaborately at Jane, making her perfect hips sway in a way she knew would entice him, showing what she really wanted to do instead of looking at a stranger's house.
Jane smiled, and didn't even try to stop his erection from soaring to life in his pants. It was dark anyway, and the young estate broker was much too distracted by a gorgeous Teresa Lisbon to care. But Jane exhaled a sigh of relief when after about an hour of boring architectural details, Lisbon made clear that the house wasn't what they were looking for.
"See," she said politely, "that's all very nice, and I bet the perfect family for this object is out there, but… it's not us. The greenery keeps the sunlight from shining into the windows in pretty much every room. And with a house this size, you always need people to help you maintaining it- a gardener, someone who cleans it, hysterical security measures… I don't want that. I want my privacy, something cozy, intimate."
She looked at Jane, and he melted in the heat of her eyes, his smile soft and lazy. Whatever his lady wanted.
The estate agent assured them that he would find a suitable object, and they parted with friendly handshakes.
Lisbon pushed him against the next wall as soon as they were out of sight.
"You drive me insane." She hissed, brushing her hands over his front, roughly kneading his swollen length through his pants. He gasped, pushing himself deeper into her hand, pulling her small body as close as possible. He felt wild and greedy and let the feeling run through his system without restraint, savoring that now, there was no need for self-control anymore.
Lisbon pulled her eyebrows up.
"Let's not spend the night together… I'm tired."
He tried not to smile, but it was hard- Lisbon couldn't lie at all, and her hands were still busy with his cock, her breath frantic against his neck.
"Okay," he said calmly, "so we'll see each other at the office tomorrow?"
He shoved her hand away from his swollen erection and lifted her into his arms, spreading her legs around his hips so that her no doubt soaking wet sex rubbed directly against his hard erection. Lisbon cried out, her hands clutching his shoulders in desperate need, every exhale a breathless little whimper. He chuckled and held her tight, enjoying the sheer ecstasy coursing through his body every time she moved against his arousal.
He wanted her. Every second, every day.
"Patrick," she whispered into his ear, "let's not do the tender worshipping tonight, okay?"
He laughed.
"When have we EVER done the tender worshipping, sweet Teresa? We start with the best intentions, and then we get horny and just fuck each other caveman-style."
"Oh, yes," she sighed, "caveman-style… let's do that, please."
She moved her hips to hump his hard-on, and he had to force his brain to function halfway normally.
"Okay… okay… let's just take a cab to the Airstream and then use every available surface."
She jumped out of his arms and grabbed his hand, and together they raced to the next bigger street to catch a cab. The driver got quite the show, because Jane just couldn't stop kissing her. She tasted like flowers and summer warmth, and he pushed his tongue as deep as possible, making her moan into his mouth in helpless arousal. He loved her hands on his body, groping and rubbing everywhere, her desire for him evident in every touch.
Damn, he wanted to be inside her, right now.
He gave a generous tip when they left the cab and chased Lisbon to the Airstream, fumbling with the lock in his need to get inside. The interior was dark and gloomy, and Jane allowed himself a moment to calm down, because if he took her in this mood he would just…
… Lisbon would have nothing of "calming down". She took a bold step forward and roughly grabbed his erection through his pants, and Jane's mind short-circuited big time.
With a feral growl he turned her around and bent her over the table, ripping clothes in his need to get inside her, tearing fabric until she was completely naked. When he had gotten rid of her panties, he realized that he didn't have to care for her climax… she was wet to her knees, so aroused she would probably come as soon as he shoved his rock-hard cock into her. He opened his belt, holding her down with his free hand, and she was almost screaming for him, begging him to just hurry up… his whole body clenched in ecstasy, his mind shut off, only instincts prevailing. He pushed down pants and underwear and entered her without thinking, roughly, to the hilt in one stroke. She cried out, sobbing with need, and it did things to him he couldn't name.
He pulled out and slammed back inside, needing to hear her sounds of want again. She was hot and tight, her core clutching at him, and it felt so good, delirious pleasure centering around his cock, but flowing through his whole system at the same time, soaring in his bloodstream until he gasped with ecstasy, the tears flowing freely, wetting his face.
And he held her down and just hammered into her.
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She clawed like a little wildcat, needing him to move faster, deeper… he was so deep, fast and ruthless, making her hips bang against the table with every hard stroke. She came after seconds, her whole lower body clenching like a single muscle, contracting around his pumping cock until she saw stars. She never got over it, every rough thrust renewed the wave, and she writhed helplessly under the force of her climax.
Jane grunted like an animal, slamming into her so hard the table rattled, his speed enormous, increasing the friction until her sheath felt burning hot, his iron-hard cock slicing into a wall of fire. She screamed and sobbed and exploded again, her vision blinded by tears while she convulsed around him, clutching at him until his cries mingled with hers.
She felt the slosh of his seed inside her, Jane came copiously, filling her up, making his slick juices run over her thighs, not slowing his strokes at all. She climaxed again on a violent sob while he emptied himself inside her, stuffing her with his load until she felt bursting full. He collapsed onto her back, and she took his weight gladly, sighing in utter satisfaction. But Jane's muscles tensed against her skin, and with an excited tingle that ran down her spine she realized he was not done with her.
He pulled out of her, releasing a delicious gush of warm semen, and she gasped when he turned her around, lifting her slightly before he sat her down on the table, facing him. He put his hand on her stomach and pushed slightly, making her lean back, her torso supported on her outstretched arms.
"Spread your legs," he demanded hoarsely, "as wide as you can."
She did like he'd told her to, lifting her feet onto the tabletop, spreading her legs until her joints creaked, exposing herself to his hungry gaze. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at her sex, filled to the brim with his seed, trickling out of her in a steady rivulet, she could feel it. He went down on his knees and aimed straight for her clit, sucking the little nub into his mouth, vigorously rubbing it with his tongue. Her tired body combusted in orgasm, her muscles screaming with the force of it. Jane licked his cream from her folds, pushing his tongue inside her, prolonging the waves of her release until it was almost agony. When she closed her eyes and raised her voice, he got up and grabbed her waist, shoving his hard cock deep into her contracting core- and everything went black. Jane snarled viciously and jackhammered into her, without restraint, just fucking for his own release now. He pushed her into a multiple orgasm that plain hurt, but still the pleasure overrode everything, and despite her exhaustion she was screaming for more.
Jane grunted into her ear, her upper body wrapped in his fierce embrace while his hips battered her like a ram, making her whole body shake in his arms. He screamed like a madman and started flooding her, his load shooting into her as if a dam had been broken. She could feel the mess he was making everywhere on her skin, he got both of them thoroughly wet with their combined juices, and she just clung to him, half unconscious from pleasure and satisfaction.
He showered her shoulders and throat with hungry love bites when he was finally spent, his breath a rough caress on its own, his hands firm and unrelenting on her body. When he pulled away, slipping out of her sopping sex in the process, the sight took her breath away. His cock was still half-hard, still dripping cream, his skin dark-red from the enormous friction it had endured. He was panting like an angry bull, and his sex-crazed eyes promised a sleepless night for Lisbon. Her heart lurched inside her chest. Sweat and seed plastered Jane's shirt against his chest, and his pants and underwear were merely shoved down. She shuddered, every muscle in her body strained and tired. She used Jane's distraction while he undressed and climbed off the table, sneaking to the bed on shaking legs, flopping down onto the mattress with a relieved sigh. She was soiled with his seed everywhere, Patrick Jane's seed, drenched in the juices of the man she loved like crazy. The thought alone aroused her so much she felt goose-bumps rise all over her skin. She was soaked, thoroughly filled by her beloved. Her man. The love of her life. Her fiancée.
She felt the slight weight of the ring on her finger and sighed with happiness, joy filling her heart with waves of bliss. She'd never been as happy as this before, never in her life. She rubbed her wet thighs against each other and snuggled into Jane's pillow, the soft fabric still holding his delicious scent. But before sleep could claim her, she felt Jane's rough hands on her legs, followed by the mind-blowing sensation of his hard cock being shoved into her from behind, easily sliding through the mass of seed that filled her, causing a wet, hot sound that made her hair stand on end.
"Sorry," Jane whispered into her ear, gently biting down on her earlobe, "I don't know what's the matter with me tonight."
"Don't apologize," she whispered, already panting with arousal, "fuck me 'til I can't walk anymore."
Jane growled and lifted her upper leg over his, starting to pound her so hard as if he hadn't already taken her all night. And he went so deep, battering her cervix with every pummeling stroke, that Lisbon couldn't help it and came so forcefully it felt like dying- despite having done so for hours.
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She woke abruptly in the morning hours, all sticky, to Jane slamming into her again. This time his body covered hers, his hands beneath her buttocks to lift her into his thrusts, which made them go to the very bottom of her, the feeling so earth-shattering she lost all sense of composure, clawing at his back like an angry little animal. He spurred her on, growling into her ear.
"Yes, Lisbon, show me… show me how much you want me. Show me how you need it… I'll give you whatever you want. Hurt me, please, I want to feel you in every way. There's nothing I want more."
He fucked her in short, slapping strokes that still were so deep she felt them up to her stomach, and her aching muscles contracted everywhere, milking his cock in orgasm. Jane cried and shouted and screamed, completely unhinged, his hips thrusting erratically while he emptied his seed inside her, adding to the mass of come he had already spent inside her the previous night.
"Oh god," he breathed once he would speak again, "you truly drive me crazy. I'm doomed."
She chuckled weakly, and he kissed her, his lips soft and gentle while his cock stroked softly in and out of her, making sucking, smacking noises like wild kisses.
"Shower," she whispered, "we have to work today."
He smiled.
"Yep, that, too… and we have another appointment with the estate agent tonight."
She groaned.
"I'm not sure I'll survive the effects house-watching seems to have on you."
"Oh, don't worry- that has nothing to do with the houses. I assure you it's all you."
He kissed her, the playful moves of his agile tongue exciting her big time.
"Shower," she said into his mouth, "come on, Jane, we need to get going."
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The little minx went down on him in the shower, most likely as some kind of revenge for the rough manhandling she'd had to endure from him all night. He spilled his seed into her hungry mouth before he used some subtle tricks to arouse her until she was practically begging him to take her again. She ended up pushed against the shower wall, her slim legs wrapped around his waist, his hard length pumping into her at a maddening speed. He had no idea how in hell he did this, but she gave him powers he'd had no idea he possessed, increasing his stamina until he could actually fuck her all night. When he had filled her up with his seed once again he held her, brushing his hand over her wet hair to soothe the tremors of her body, cooing words of love and adoration, the feel of her skin against his simply amazing.
They dressed smiling at each other, happiness glowing in her gorgeous, deep green eyes. Leaving his hands off her while they drove to the office wasn't easy, but as soon as they entered the building, the promise he had given her kicked in like an internal alarm inside his mind. He had promised he wouldn't behave indecently at work, and he had acted accordingly… mostly. She gave him a lot of leeway already because she loved him so much, but well- he loved her, too. He would take care that their cases got SOLVED. Because he made her happy when he worked efficiently, even if he needed some dirty tricks from time to time. It helped that Teresa didn't have to deal with the fallout any longer- that was Fischer's and Abbott's job, and Lisbon gladly left it to them, concentrating on keeping him safe… and on the fact that they always caught the killer in the end.
After an eventful, satisfying day of tying loose ends and closing cases, Lisbon was packing up on her desk while Jane slouched behind her on his couch.
"So," she said, smiling, "more house-watching, huh? Let's take the car this time, okay? Just in case we have to get out of there fast."
He chuckled.
"Maybe we can go to the bathroom together before, just for a quickie…"
"Jaaaaaaaane…."
"I'm just kidding, Teresa. Let's go, I'm ready."
He got up and grabbed her coat, giving her a soft kiss before he helped her into it. Wrapping his arm around her slim shoulders, he guided her out of the building, carrying her bag, making her smile all the time with loving ease.
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It was already dark when they reached the place where he was supposed to meet Ellen Howard- a new estate agent the office had sent them. She was already waiting when he arrived with Teresa, showing the typical posture of someone who was part annoyed to have to work that late just because of some eccentric's issues and part excited because of a good deal waiting to happen.
Jane smiled. He wore his best suit and even a vest, plus he had brought some impressive credentials just in case.
The location was excellent… directly at the lake, with large, but manageable premises around the house- no fancy plants, but merely a lawn he could easily mow himself. He'd had almost no expenses for years, and now that his assets had finally been unfrozen by the FBI he had a huge chunk of money on his hands. Time to spend some.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jane, is that correct?" Mrs. Howard exclaimed enthusiastically. He expected Lisbon to correct the "Mr. and Mrs.", but she didn't, which gave him enormous pleasure. So he just nodded and shook the tall redhead's offered hand. Although the engagement ring was prominent on Lisbon's finger, he didn't feel the need to say anything, either.
Mrs. Howard recited the house's advantages while she led the way, but he was hardly listening. The place needed to have the right feel, to speak to him in a language he felt he and his sweet could understand, that was much more important than square feet and plumbing. The green grass of the garden felt rich and soft under his feet, and he started dreaming. They could lie in the grass, side by side, telling stories and sharing kisses. There was a swing on the porch, and Lisbon squealed slightly in delight, just for him to hear. His heart warmed instantly, and it took a while until he noticed Mrs. Howard staring at them.
"Sorry," he said nonchalantly, "I have been daydreaming. Did you ask something?"
"Just if you and… Mrs. Jane have children."
"No," he said, the tiny prick of sorrow a normal occurrence by now. He would never get over the pain, but now, he felt he could live with it. He considered elaborating, but decided against it. The truth was, he just didn't know if they would have children, and the matter wasn't the most pressing on his mind.
If Lisbon didn't want any, he would gladly accept that. There was nothing more important than his woman. His body itched to touch her, so he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
"Not yet," Lisbon smiled, and his blood sang.
He felt it as soon as he was fully inside the hallway- this was theirs. It was medium sized, but the ceilings were high, and there was a lot of breathing space. A lot of wood, dark and rich, huge windows which gave spectacular views no matter where he looked. Large master bathroom with a giant tub. He closed his eyes to keep the fantasies in check, but it was a challenge, especially with his angel so very close. He could almost hear her thoughts, and they very much went the same way his did.
Living with Lisbon had become his favorite fantasy in the past months since they had returned from Miami, his obsession. He wanted it so, so much, no matter how scared he was that his moods and manners could repel her- well, they hadn't so far, so it was definitely worth the risk. They both needed it- a home, a place just for the two of them, a base. He smiled. Damn, he loved her so much. He would cook for her and clean for her and keep her warm at night… She walked in front of him, wearing a ponytail tonight, and her pale neck enticed him. He wanted to shower her skin with kisses, before he…
Damn, Mrs. Howard was constantly talking, how was he supposed to think when her voice kept distracting him?
"Sorry," he interrupted, directing his most brilliant smile at her,"Mrs. Howard, that's all very fascinating, but we would like to spend a little time alone with the house… I'm almost sure that we will buy it, but we have to… talk about our decision in private first, so…"
She mustered him warily, but he knew she wanted his cash, and she sure as hell trusted Teresa, whose honesty shone like a beacon even to people who didn't have his acuity- so Mrs. Howard nodded slowly after only a short period of thinking.
"Fine, Mr. Jane… I'll leave the key with you, and you can tour the house in private. But- we would very much like to have your decision by Friday. Does that meet your approval?"
"It does, Mrs. Howard," he said, " thank you very much. I'll return the keys by Friday."
He released a pent-up breath when he heard the front door close behind her- and went to search for his little princess, who had wandered off on her own.
He found her in the living room, a look of utter concentration on her face which told him clearly that she was already placing the furniture in her mind. He smiled, and happiness made his knees wobble. He would live with her! Day and night, no "his" and "hers" anymore, just "theirs". He felt like jumping up and down in joy, his whole body sizzling with excitement.
He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"So," he whispered into her ear, "You like it THAT much, huh?"
She sighed.
"It's so expensive, Jane. If I considered buying a house on my own, I would have laughed myself crazy as soon as I heard the offer. I really don't know if we…"
He turned her in his arms.
"You have no idea how much money we own, do you?"
"No, and I don't have to, because that is YOUR…"
"Teresa Lisbon," he interrupted, "we already discussed this, remember. This is not MY money, it's OURS. You are my fiancée, and it's OUR future we're building here. What do you expect me to buy? Fancy cars, one after the other? That wouldn't make me HAPPY, Teresa. Buying this house makes me so happy I want to scream with joy. Believe me, we HAVE the money. After all, we own…"
He whispered the exact sum of his assets into her ear.
"Oh my god." She breathed.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Jane-to-be. You're an insanely rich woman."
"Stop. That's not funny. You know full well I…"
"…don't put up with me because of my money? Of course I know that. It's my dashing good looks, my general sex-appeal and my remarkable stamina in bed…"
She grinned.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that… more like the fact that I was stupid enough to fall deeply in love with you, I still don't know why…"
He pulled her closer, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear, making her moan.
"You don't remember? Maybe I should remind you, then…"
"Not now," she chuckled, wriggling out of his embrace, "there's something I have to show you first."
She grabbed his hand and led him to the upper floor, right to a small door at the back of the hallway that opened onto a staircase. It only led upwards, and he had no idea where it was headed until he remembered that the house had something like a small tower on top of the second floor. He had seen it when they had walked up to the house.
The stairs ended in a small room that had a high ceiling and another sturdily built staircase leading to a separate alcove right under the roof. Lisbon climbed the steps, and Jane followed her. The little chamber on top was not high enough to stand in it, which granted him an enticing view of Lisbon's shapely backside when she crawled in front of him, opening a huge window that was placed in the middle of the low ceiling. He crawled towards her and looked up, his mouth falling open in awe. They could look at the stars from here, the window almost as big as the little chamber itself- and there was exactly enough room on the floor for a king-sized mattress.
"Isn't that amazing?" she whispered. "Our own little hide-away, and we can watch the sky from here."
Jane went up on his knees. Great, there was enough space left above him. Even with a plushy mattress below him, he wouldn't bump his head…
"Jane," Lisbon growled, "I swear you are the most dirty-minded individual I ever…"
"What?" he interrupted, "don't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind! You like if I take you from behind!"
She groaned deeply, but he could see her gaze soften. She put her hand against the fabric of his vest.
"I always liked your vests." She whispered.
"Always had fantasies of being fucked by a ruthless magician?"
"No. Fantasies of being fucked by YOU."
His stomach was a puddle of pleasure.
"Wait here- I have a blanket in my car. We can look at the stars for a while."
He winked at her and was gone, running the way to his car in record time.
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Lisbon couldn't wait. Her panties were already wet through with her arousal, and it was no wonder… he was breathtaking, and god, she loved him. Would he leave his vest on when he shoved his hard cock into her? She wouldn't complain.
Shivering with excitement, she waited for him, and her heart clenched with joy when his blond curls appeared at the top of the stairs, handing her a cushioned blanket that felt wonderfully soft. She spread it on the floor, and they lay down upon it, Lisbon looking up at the stars, Jane on his side, facing her.
She smiled.
"I thought you wanted to look at the stars?"
"Oh, I'm doing that. They shine inside your eyes, and that's all the stars I need."
She chuckled.
"You smooth-talking demon. You just want to convince me to spread my legs for you."
"Is it working?"
She shrugged, still smiling.
"Depends."
He let his hands slide to the buttons of her shirt and undid the first one. She didn't stop him. She also did nothing when he opened the second and third one, and his smile deepened. He covered her body with his and kissed her soft breast over the lacy edge of her bra, leaving a trail of liquid fire wherever his lips went. Lisbon's breath felt like a hot storm in her lungs.
He took care to undress her slowly, taking off every single piece of clothing she wore until she was completely naked, but the devilish sparkle in his eyes told her he noticed that she made no effort to do the same. She merely pushed his jacket off his arms, but let the rest of his clothes well alone. He rolled up his sleeves, which would give her the possibility to grip his bare forearms when she needed to and therefore met her approval, but otherwise stayed dressed. She gave him a grateful smile, and the one she received as answer told her he got her intent.
He kissed her neck with hot, urgent lips, and Lisbon brushed her hands over the silken back of his vest, kneading the firm flesh beneath it. He groaned, his erection already probing between her legs, throbbing and hard.
"Patrick!" she cried out and felt his dark smile against her cheek.
"At work, my love," he whispered and reached down to open his belt.
Anything for his princess.
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He only shoved as much clothes out of the way as he absolutely needed, freeing his erection from its confines, not more. He pushed his hardness against her wet sex, and her eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy. She lifted her hips, inviting him in, and he chuckled softly, teasing her. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed the tip against her sensitive entrance, almost sliding in, but never quite getting there. She was screaming with desperate need in seconds, and he decided he wanted to be inside her right then.
Breeching her tight core always felt like an electric jolt, the broad tip of his cock entering her with a satisfying, popping sensation that made him gasp. A tingling shiver coursed through his body, making his teeth rattle. Her hands rubbed over his clothes, pushing him closer, and he gave in with a sigh, driving into her to the hilt. He ruthlessly pushed her legs over his shoulders, opening her so wide he could impale her completely, his hard erection nudging her cervix every time he moved. He could see the strain on her beautiful face, she was close, her body caught between ecstasy and pain, his invasion so deep, so all-encompassing it hardly left her room to breathe.
"I want you," he whispered, "I want you again and again, Teresa. I can't stop. You feel so good."
His first deep thrust made her come in a huge, violent wave, her body convulsing around him, and heavens, he loved to fuck her all the way through a climax. The suction was magnificent, and she came so beautifully, he could feel her walls clutching at his cock, trying to keep him in. He slammed in and out of her as fast as he could, making her tiny frame bounce every time he made impact, going so deep she had to feel him everywhere. His sweat was dripping onto her tight stomach, but it felt so good, his whole body, the tense muscles, the vigorously pumping blood in his veins. Her little hands were everywhere, touching, groping, translating her desire into something that was better than words, made him shudder with gratefulness and excitement.
He put his whole weight into his thrusts, making sure to rub his cock against her swollen clit every time he filled her. Lisbon came so easily for him, her soul open like a flower, her love for him so evident his rough sex made her climax almost without effort. In bed, she had never wanted him to be modest and well-behaved, but had brought out the sex-crazed animal deliberately right from the beginning.
She came again, screaming his name, and the friction and heat inside her tight body made him want to shoot so bad he wailed in agony. He pushed closer, shoved deeper, and with a breathless endearment of passion and love he started to spend deep inside of her, voluminous spurts that seemed to drain him one by one, and he shouted his pleasure until his throat was sore.
He pulled out while he still ejaculated, sliding her legs off his shoulders, rubbing his cock roughly while he spurted his seed onto her stomach, her chest, even her chin, and she groaned with delight, her body arching against his in her need for more. He pushed his still hard length back into her, leaning down to kiss her while he filled her with deep, even thrusts, spilling his slick cream everywhere.
Lisbon kissed him like a starving woman, her firm tongue sliding into his mouth, and he gave back with everything he had, his lips willing playmates for hers, making sweet, smacking noises on her warm skin. They didn't part before they had come up for air, and Jane held his trembling mate in his arms, whispering words of love into her hair.
When their breathing had calmed, he went up on his knees and undressed slowly, making quite the show for her when he noticed her obvious interest, folding his clothes next to hers until he was as naked as she was. Producing another, thinner blanket he had taken from the trunk of his car he covered them both, letting Lisbon snuggle against his chest with a satisfied sigh.
He wrapped her up in a tight embrace and felt himself harden against her stomach. He chuckled darkly.
"You drive me crazy, Teresa Lisbon."
"Oh, I like you like this. Crazy for me."
He groaned.
"At this rate I'm gonna have a heart attack before I'm fifty."
She kissed his throat.
"I think the exercise is good for you. Between relaxing on your couch and rough sex with me, you should be just fine."
"Hmmm…. You might be right with that. You do realize that I'm going to buy this house first thing in the morning, right?"
She sighed.
"Well, after the amazing memories we already built here, I can see there's hardly another choice. Will you wear this vest sometimes for me?"
He grinned.
"Teresa- I would do ANYTHING for you."
He kissed her gently before they burrowed as close as possible, and fell asleep in their favorite position: wrapped around each other.
The End
So! I did it! Hope it wasn't too cheesy, and not too dirty for your liking either… see you (hopefully a little sooner) with the next installment! Thank you so much for reading!
