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He woke up to the soothing scent of her lavender soap and a smile covered his face before he'd even mustered up the energy to open his eyes.

He glanced over to the clock on the nights stand it read 1:30pm, he'd slept for 10 hours, if he knew cuddling Teresa was the answer to his insomnia he'd have done this a long time ago.

He looked down at their entangled bodies, at some point in the night she must have thrown her legs over his because there was a tangled mess.

Her breathing was slow and steady, as she nuzzled the pillow that she grasped in her hands, Maybe she thought he was the pillow?

Her whole body seemed to be rolled in a cocoon of sheets and pillows.

Spending more time than he should have just marvelling her body and the presence of her in bed with him. The sweet curve of her hips, the way her hair fell out on the pillow. Her t-shirt had ridden up around her waist so her backside was completely on show, she'd kill him if she knew he was looking without her knowing. He stifled a laugh when he noticed her panties, they were pink with little hearts all over, he couldn't help but love her more.

He thought about waking her up with sweet, gentle kisses, deepening them as they went on, slipping out of what clothes they still had on. And feeling her unravel beneath him.

He'd been celibate for 12 years - well apart from Lorelei but that wasn't love making that had been fucking, his mind hadn't been present. He'd hidden in a far away dream land the whole time and then pretended to be asleep afterwards, so he wouldn't have to talk to her, or do it again.

Careful not to wake her, he slid his legs out from where they were trapped beneath hers. And eased out of the bed.

He gently covered her back over with the quilt and place a small kiss in the sensitive spot just below her ear, she sighed contently in her sleep and he whispered,

"I'll be back soon"

XXX

Her finger reached over to the other side of the bed, in searching for Patrick's warmth, but all she felt was the smooth white coolness of the hotel sheets.

She sat up in bed her, trying to recognize her surroundings. It was only then she noticed that it was 3:00pm

'Crap' she thought, they needed today, even if nothing happened they had to talk.

Jane probably just went for a walk or something, although in her mind she wasn't so sure.

Then she noticed a paper frog folded up and placed carefully on her night stand, she giggled and reached to unfold it.

Dear Teresa,

I went out to acquire us some provisions, because my guess is a hungry Teresa is not a happy one.

I'll be back soon xx

PS. Your a cover hog

PPS. I love you

It amazed her that even in a paper note he could somehow manage to come across cocky but yet somehow endearing.

Swinging her legs the rest of the way out of the bed, she began to pad around the room, not bothering to get dressed, but she did brush her teeth, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being overly tiered so she fell back into bed. Just for a few minutes she though until Patrick comes back.

XXX

Her mind slipped back into consciousness to the feeling of pepper little kisses being placed slowly along her neck and up to her jaw line, always close to but never actually covering her mouth.

He had each one of his legs on either side of her body and was supporting himself with his forearms. When he was satisfied she was awake, he place a feather light kiss on her lips. A moan came from the back of her throat and with it she sighed into his mouth.

"There she is" he cooed

The only response he go was a 'mmmmm' which he assumed was garbled speech.

His hand slipped down to her thigh, grazing the soft skin on the underside of her knee and then running his hand back up and down. His fingers traced the outline of her soft cotton panties. He traced patterns across the smooth skin of her flat, pale stomach.

He gently palmed her breasts, kneading it and running the pad of his thumb over her nipple and marvelling in the sensation of feeling it harden beneath him. He waited for her slap his hand away and tell him to get off. But she didn't.

Instead her body arched upwards into his own, trying to roll him over. But he was having none of it. Gently he held her body in place and spent a few precious seconds nibbling the soft skin of her jaw.

"Close your eyes" he whispered

Her whole body was shaking in anticipation, her breathing hitched as her eyes fell together.

"Open wide" he whispered seductively

He reached across to the bedside table and plucked a strawberry from the basket, carefully removing the green leaves that decorated the tip he placed the strawberry in her mouth.

The sour taste mad her eyes flutter, but then the juices split across her tongue and she savoured the taste. Strawberries, she loved strawberries.

Once she'd finished, she opened her mouth for another one, but instead she heard the familiar squirting sound of a whipped cream can, she felt her mouth fill and then leak with the taste of whipped cream and the she heard it can again as he squirted another helping out, but this time into his own mouth.

She felt something cold and smooth on her nose closely followed by his lips, he was licking the cream off her face, she interlaced her fingers behind his head flattening his soft blonde curls and brought his mouth down to hers.

Before he could melt her mouth once more "Wait" he whispered "One more…"

She could hear him fumbling around with plastic, clearly he was struggling, but not once did he move from the dominant position he had so elegantly acquired.

She felt something slim, but firm slide into her mouth, biting down into it, she realised that it was chocolate. Cracking the hard surface with her teeth the sweet creamy peanut butter filling spread across her taste buds and wrapped around her teeth.

"God Jane" she mumbled with her mouth full "How do you know everything? These have been my favourite since i was a child. My mother used to pick these up for me on her way home and then we'd eat them in bed as she read my a story."

He was surprised at the admission of something from her past, although he suspected it was absent minded.

"I didn't" he admitted a little sheepishly i was looking around for something sweet to buy you and i was seeing these, he said, fingering one with a thoughtful look "A reeses for my Reeses" he said teasing her

"Thats a sucky nickname" she said, pouting

"Nah" he whispered "It's perfect"

He let go of the control he had over her small frail body, and allowed himself to be rolled over onto his back and have his hips straddled. Her once gentle mouth became forceful and demanding - it was clear who would be wearing the pants in this relationship - when he trailed his tongue against the soft skin of her lips she eagerly let him and he gently sucked on her bottom lip.

They kissed until she pulled away to gasp for air, he chuckled at her breathlessness and pulled her closer towards his chest.

"Reeses as much as I'd love to let this continue i really think we should talk"

She bit her lip a little sheepishly was didn't normally act that sex crazed but she wasn't normally in bed with Patrick Jane either.

He reached his hand towards her and caressed her face. She grabbed him by the finger and brought his hand to her mouth and place a delicate little kiss on the inside of his wrist.

"Patrick" she whispered hoarsely "Where is your ring"

His eye were down cast and his whole demeanor changed from confident to 'i'd rather be puling my own finger ails off right now' look.

"I think we should talk" he pleaded

She sat up and swung her still bare legs over the side go the bed, but before she could get any further, he looped his arm around her neck and supportively held the back of her knees and carried het the sofa awaiting them.

He'd laid out a dark purple comforter, she questioned him with her eyes

"The couch feels scratchy" he explained

Keeping her pressed against his chest, against his steady heart beat, he sat down on the couch, a turned her around so she was sat on his lap her lips inches from his own, it wasn't sexual either it was… sweet.

"Patrick…" she began

"No let me explain" he begged "Please"

She nodded her head, she wouldn't deny him anything. Especially when he looked so vulnerable, it was nice she though to see him completely open to her.

He reached under his shirt and pulled out the chain that hung around his neck, she could see that looped through the chain was his ring. The last connection, the last piece of his wife and daughter that he had left.

"I loved Angela and i thought that this ring proved it" he began "A small part of me always will, i thought taking it off was dishonest, and i thought it meant that i didn't think of them anymore, that i did see the waves crashing on the shore and remember her or that i could see a little girl clinging to her Mother's side and not see my Charlie"

The tears began to trickle down his face.

"This ring kept me tethered. It kept me from living my life. It stopped me dealing with the fact that i was madly in love with you"

He looped the chain from around his neck and held it by the little ring, his eyes read the engraved words Angela and Patrick.

But then he turned the ring around as it glistened in the lights and he showed her what it said, the other engraving read Lisbon and Jane.

"This is the last thing holding me back. The last thing that is stopping me from being with you"

His breathing hitched and his sobs lessened slightly "I want you to have this he said, you deserve it. It belongs to you"

With out even asking for permission he looped the chain around her head and straightened the ring where it ay on her chest, preciously close to her heart.

She brought her hand up to it and she realized that it hung just below her mothers cross.

It was perfect he knew about her mother's cross and that she wouldn't take it off for anything so he fitted his addition around it.

He wasn't done yet

"I got the chain so you could still wear it without people prying, and i thought that if you don't come to you senses and realize what a selfish man I am and you… you know ever want to well…. marry me. You could wear them round there as well because i mean you wouldn't want you engagement ring to get all bloody when you punching criminals in the nose"

His attempt to lighten the mood was futile

She threw hr arm around his neck and chocked out a sob

"I love you he whispered into her hair"

"I know" was her only reply

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