Disclaimer: I have a Patrick but not of the Jane variety. Proof that I don't own the show. Darn. (Kidding. You'll do I guess :P)

A/N: I DO NOT BLUSH! Don't believe what he says guys. Now back to my awesome readers and ignoring the man who will be sleeping on the couch if he doesn't stop reading over my shoulder. Stop it. Thank you. Anyway: Who likes uncomfortable Jane? I think he's cute. I wanted to write something where we see Jane completely uncomfortable and embarrassed while Lisbon isn't quite sure what to be. Of course he doesn't stay uncomfortable ;)

This one is definitely interesting. I intended this to be funny but it didn't really come out that way. My imagination is strange. :D Because we all know I tend to be a little out of the box. Enjoy.

This one is for Chiisana Minako.

Accidental Stimulation

There was something different about the way Jane had been acting lately and Lisbon knew why. His work behavior hadn't changed, just his behavior around her. He was walking on eggshells – so to speak. Treading carefully through uncharted waters and all of it had to do with something that shouldn't have been such a big deal but it was to Jane. Okay, so it was to her too but for different reasons. He was still humiliated and she was too but if she was honest with herself she'd admit that she was more curious than anything. Curiosity is what got her in this delema in the first place. She just couldn't keep her hands to herself. He really didn't have to be embarrassed, the situation had definitely taken it's toll on her as well but he'd been too flustered to notice. She wanted to bring up what had happened and resolve the uneasy tension that had settled but she didn't know how. She should have known it was a bad idea to have Jane over, even if it was to review case files, although the woman in her had decided it was the best idea she'd had in a long time. The only downside being how sexually frustrated she had become and it was inadvertently his fault.

Even now, just sitting in her bedroom, she found herself wondering how differently it would have went if she had just asked him to pass her the file. Maybe he would have stayed longer. It was technically her fault – she'd rather blame Jane but the poor guy wouldn't even look her in the eye now and she felt horrible. She wasn't used to seeing him so uncomfortable and awkward, she didn't know what to say to fix it. She figured telling him that she'd invited him over because she didn't want to be alone wouldn't help any. Not to mention she wasn't ready to admit that was the real reason she'd let him follow her home that night. Although she thought he might have already known, it was Jane after all and even she thought 'reviewing case files' was a lame excuse, especially after she'd had a date the night before. She remembered how good Jane looked in her dimly lit living room. How good he'd felt.

**
A pizza box lay forgotten on the coffee table, only three slices left as the two occupants of the couch sat quietly. Lisbon faced Jane with her back against the armrest and her legs criss crossed in front of her, she ignored his curious stare and continued reading over the file in her hands. She passed it to him wordlessly but he just set it aside and went about telling her what he thought without even reading the details. She listened, urged him to continue despite the late hour. She didn't want to be alone again after the date she'd had the night before stood her up. It made her look like a complete fool. Showing up alone dressed for a date, only to find that he wasn't there. She'd waited for over an hour. That was the reason she had Jane sitting on her couch, telling her things she wasn't really paying any attention to. Maybe that was why she kept noticing the way the lighting in her apartment danced across Jane's features. She pushed all thoughts of her failed love life and Jane's handsomeness to the back of her mind as she forced herself to focus.

"Lisbon, are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine." A light dusting of pink tinged her cheeks when she saw that she'd been caught staring. Clearing her throat and taking a sip of water, she offered him a smile. "Just peachy."

"You sure?" Instead of answering she just rolled her eyes and made a move for the file he'd set aside. Without even realizing what she was doing, she stretched over him to reach it - only to come up a few inches shy. Pushing herself forward with one hand, she lost her balance as soon as she touched the edge of the folder. She collapsed against his legs with a tiny yelp of surprise as she face planted into his thigh. She should have judged that more carefully or just asked him to please pass her the damn thing.

"Sorry."

Jane shifted beneath her with an uncomfortable sounding groan falling from his lips. It wasn't until she made the move to push herself off of him that she noticed why he'd shifted. She'd looked down at her hand that was resting against his inner thigh to see something she'd never expected; a prominent bulge just centimeters from her fingers. She should have moved that second but she didn't. Her curious mind had her staring and her hand moved of its own accord to ghost over the area. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched in her throat, he was turned on and judging by the feel, getting more so with each second she stayed in his lap. Heat engulfed her entire body as the sleeping red blooded woman within her woke with a vengeance that sent a surge of pleasure straight between her legs. She waited a few seconds and then cautiously looked up at him. She wanted to see his face - her body was still too stunned to move – but when she saw him, it was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head. He couldn't meet her gaze, his eyes bounced around the room refusing to settle and he had his arms held up in a surrender fashion. He looked mortified and she felt horrible for even thinking some of the thoughts that had fluttered through her mind, for touching him so innapropriately.

She crawled off of him hastily, mumbling apologies the whole time but before she was even to her side of the couch Jane was up and grabbing his jacket, effectively dumping her in the floor. His cheeks were rosy with embarrassment as he held the article of clothing front of him to hide the arousal that she already knew was there.

"Jane, it's..."

"I uh, I-I have to go." She wanted to tell him that it was okay and that she really was sorry, it wasn't like her thoughts had been pure when splayed across his lap. "It's late. I'm sorry Lisbon."

"Wait...Jane!" Lisbon felt her heart drop as he fled from her apartment, only glancing back at her once with an uncomfortable expression on his face. Her front door opened and closed before she could say anything to make him stay. This wasn't what she'd planned for the night. She'd hoped he would crash on the couch but now she was alone again, frustrated and hoping she was just dreaming. She shouldn't have touched him. What the hell was wrong with her?
**

It'd been a few days since the incident and despite the fact that she'd practically had her face in a very sensitive area of his, Lisbon wasn't even half as embarrassed as he was. Maybe she should have been but she just couldn't be, instead she was just flustered and confused. The clock on her bedside table held her attention as the minutes passed slowly. She'd called Jane almost two hours ago and told him that they needed to talk. He'd agreed quickly, and she asked him to come to her place by ten but it was midnight and there was still no sign of him. She wanted to throw something, but opted for the less drastic route of just giving up and changing into her pajamas before heading downstairs for a night of TV. She'd simply have to try again tomorrow.

During the second re-run of I Love Lucy, she was startled from her doze by a knock at her door. She knew it was Jane. He obviously wasn't punctual about coming to see her but she climbed out of her chair and headed towards the door anyway. She couldn't just pretend to be asleep, he'd know and she really wanted to fix things. Ignoring her attire, she threw open the door and gave him a heated look.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Uh, not really. Sometime after midnight I'd say." His gaze dropped to travel over her body causing her to involuntarily shiver. "You always answer the....like..." Lisbon had completely forgotten her attire, he'd seen her in just a shirt before but this one was shorter than that jersey had been. This one didn't entirely cover her panties. The look on Jane's face switched back to the uncomfortable and awkward one she'd seen the last time he'd visited and she knew she had to do something. Her arm shot forward and grabbed his elbow, tugging him inside her apartment and accidentally causing her body to brush against his.

She didn't expect him to come so willingly, she didn't expect to be pinned to her wall before she realized what was happening but she didn't push him away. She'd been wanting some kind of reaction from him after days of him being distant with her, although this wasn't quite what she'd had in mind. He didn't look uncomfortable anymore, he was so close his breath was fanning across her face and he stared at her with hunger present in his gaze. His eyes darkened and the next thing she knew her lips were beneath his. A moan rumbled from low in her throat causing her ears to burn. She should have had more control but his hands were already pushing her shirt up and searching the bare flesh of her stomach. Neither of them seemed to have any control left.

"I can only take so much, woman." His words were hoarse with arousal, practically whispered against her mouth but she didn't have a chance to say anything. He pressed his mouth back to hers and she didn't even hesitate returning his kiss. The fire burning through her body kept her from thinking that this was a bad idea. She was too wound up from the last few days and she felt as if an explosion was going to go off any second. Whether it was a good idea or not, she wanted him. She'd wanted him that night, right there on her couch but he'd seemed so upset by the fact that he was turned on by her touch. It was obvious by his groan as he tore his lips away from hers, and the shift of his hips that he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea anymore. His hands traced lightly down her abs, over her navel causing her to arch into the touch. She chose not to comment on what was happening, she just let it happen.

The shirt she'd been wearing was lying on the floor before her hands ever reached the buttons on his vest. She heard his quick intake of breath when he noticed her lack of a bra, she could feel his reaction pressing into her. He helped her out with the buttons, he seemed to be in a hurry to get them undressed. She wasn't exactly trying to slow him down any, she finally triumphed the piece of clothing and pushed it to the floor so she could start on his shirt.

"Jane..."

"Not like this, Teresa." She'd never really thought of him as Patrick before. He had always been Jane but seeing him like this, so undone in front of her, she could see him as Patrick. "Bedroom?"

"Here's good." Lisbon didn't want to have to wait any longer but even her open mouthed kisses to his neck and chest did nothing to deter him from moving her away from the wall.

"I don't think so my dear." Her hands tugged at his shirt finally managing to get it all the way off as he started backing her through her living room. A fleeting thought entered her brain as they stumbled by the TV; this wasn't her plans for the night. Lips trailed hungrily down her neck and over the exposed skin just below her collar bone, light nips causing her to almost fall before she even stepped up onto the stairs.

"W-why'd you change - ah - your mind?"

"Hm?" They managed to climb the stairs without any mishap but as soon as they reached the top, Lisbon felt her hip crash into the corner of her bedroom door.

"Ow, you, you freaked out." Jane seemed to ignore her little yelp of pain but his soft touch eased away the ache. His fingers massaged the redened skin as he stepped away from her to put some space between them. The lust filled gaze she'd seen staring back at her downstairs was replaced by soft eyes and a gentle smile.

"I was a little embarrassed by the situation. You shocked me."

"Really?" A simple nod was her answer as he once again closed the distance between their bodies and backed her further into the room. She wondered if she should feel nervous about Jane seeing her naked. The only piece of cloth she had on was her panties and she knew those wouldn't last long. The strange thought fled the second he kissed her sweetly and laid her back against her soft mattress.

"Are we done talking now?" She didn't use words to tell him what she was thinking, she used her body to let him know she was definitely finished with conversation for the time being. They'd have to talk after this but for now she'd rather do something else. Their mouths met again, and when Lisbon felt Jane's tongue ghost between her lips she welcomed him. There would be no barriers between them tonight.

Jane crawled over her body settling himself against her just in time for hands to drift lower between them. Those hands that had started this whole thing. Curious hands, blessed curious hands. He loved them. As humiliated as he'd been when she caught him so off guard he'd wanted to stay. He'd wanted to take her right there on her couch and that's part of the reason he forced himself to leave. She didn't deserve a quick fuck on a sofa. She deserved a night of loving on a soft mattress which isn't what she would've received if he'd stayed. He knew he could have played it a little better but her touch had stunned him. He wasn't sure what to think and even now as her hands deftly removed his pants, he wasn't sure thinking was even possible.

Her mouth moved down his neck as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and his hands slid underneath the last scrap of clothing she wore. A gasp fell from her lips, right near his shoulder as his fingers stroked the warm, damp flesh he found. Her hips rocked forward drawing a groan from both of them and Jane knew he couldn't take it anymore. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties he trailed them down her legs and smiled when she kicked them off. He'd never seen her look so beautiful. Her lips were swollen from kisses, hair fanned out against the white pillow, skin flushed and eyes shining. He'd done that. If he wasn't already turned on, he would've been after that thought. A soft whimper snapped him out of his appreciation of her body and back into the moment. Her arms reached out towards his shoulders as he leaned back to rid himself of the only barrier they had left. Just when he thought she couldn't look any more gorgeous, she had to prove him wrong. Seeing her reaching for him was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen her do.

"No going back after this Patrick. Are you sure?" Lisbon might have been having very selfish thoughts the last few days but she still wanted to make sure he was okay. She knew this was big for him, it was for her too but he still wore a wedding ring. It was probably more difficult and she once again berated herself for her behavior the last time he'd been in her home. It wasn't fair of her to put him in that position.

"No going back." His words were punctuated by him filling her and sounds of relief from each of them. "Never going back."

His words were whispered against her neck, so softly that Lisbon had almost missed them. When she silenced him with a kiss, they started up a steady slow rhythm. The complete opposite of the way they'd been groping at each other when he'd had her pinned to the wall. Neither of them were really sure what had happened that led to this point. It wasn't just that awkwardly sexual moment in her living room, that was a byproduct of what had them really wanting each other. They didn't know when it happened but they knew it felt good to finally be together, two bodies moving as one. Skin silkening with a thin layer of sweat that formed from their efforts.

Lisbon had never been an overly kinky woman but right now she'd give anything to be watching from an outside perspective. There was no doubt in her mind that they looked beautiful like this. Stifling a moan against Jane's shoulder, she nipped his skin and smiled at his answering groan of pleasure. Their hips kept up the movement, rocking, thrusting, keeping them linked. A sharp tightening in her lower belly shocked and relieved her at the same time. She knew what was coming and it shocked her that it was coming so soon. The tightening worsened with each time Jane pushed into her. She waited for it, her breathing turning labored, her soft moans turning into desperate whimpers and morphing into a cry when his lips circled around her nipple. She hadn't anticipated the touch from him. It was enough to bring her to the very edge, leaving her teetering between ecstasy and complete torture. She wanted the release and yet part of her wanted to stay like this. Just by the soft hums he let out against her breast, she knew he was just as close as she was.

"P-patrick..." The sound of his name falling from her lips made it all the more real. Her hands clenched in his hair as his mouth peppered kisses and gentle sucks over her neck and chest. The curls were as soft as she'd always imagined them being and the second she tugged him back up to her mouth, she lost it. The tightening released with a pressure that astounded her. She felt like she was crashing and floating at the same time. Her body tensed with wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, her moan muffled by his lips. When she fell back against the mattress in satisfaction, he was still seeking relief and each move he made had her over sensitive body quivering.

Limp uncooperative arms slung themselves around Jane's neck as he tore his mouth away from hers and buried his head in her neck. She heard a rumble low in his throat and then felt the warmth as he gave in to the sensation. He all but collapsed against her, his arms no longer able to hold himself up but he still tried. Lisbon pressed against his back to bring him down to rest against her chest. He was hesitant but finally gave in the harder she pressed. His face moved from the crook of her neck down to the place just above her breast. He could hear her heart thumping wildly in his ear as her fingers ran lazily through his curls. Neither of them moved any further or said anything in fear of ruining the moment but they knew even without words that they'd just started something that couldn't be stopped. They both chuckled lightly at the same time, no doubt thinking the same thought - funny how it had started by an accidental touch. A stimulating one but still an accident.

a/n: Sorry it took so long for this one. I couldn't get the ending right, and then finally I found one I was happy with. Anyway Patrick has the next prompt which is: Intoxication.