A little warning (again): In the next chapters I deal a lot with the issue of sperm, you know? I had some people tell me that this makes them gag- so: if you don't like stuff like that and get nauseous when the topic is mentioned…don't read any further.
Celebrate
Chapter 3
„80 people?", Lisbon exclaimed.
"Sure", Jane stated, "I'm popular."
"You're notorious!", she snarled.
His smile was so unnerving. She hated the butterflies fluttering in her stomach when he looked at her like this.
"Meh, Lisbon", he said, "isn't that the same? Who likes a boring do-gooder?"
She sighed. 80 people? 80 people who all knew her? How was she supposed to hide her...fatal attraction for this idiot of a consultant with so many people present? She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Everybody would see it. And she had no way out. She would seem like a dire coward if she declined his invitation now- and the party was at her own house to top it off. Damn.
She nodded briskly in his direction.
"Okay", she muttered under her breath, "make sure you have enough food. And beverages. I won't help you out!"
Jane smiled even harder.
80 people – a perfect crowd to hide in. A perfect environment to chase his pretty little minx. Most people he'd invited didn't have the slightest interest in him- they would just come out of curiosity. He'd arranged it so that everybody had to find someone to keep him occupied. Idols. Love interests. Close friends. Not one of those 80 people would look in his direction when he seduced the queen of his heart. Not until he had her safely in his arms.
"Don't worry, Lisbon dear", he said cheerfully, "I'll do the cooking myself and add something here and there from a caterer. There will be enough for everybody."
He let his gaze wander over her petite body. There would be definitely enough for him.
xxMentalistxx
Teresa Lisbon's day was about to improve considerably.
It was late afternoon, she had come home early (no new cases, everything quiet), all dreaded paperwork had been done, and she was looking forward to devouring an especially large serving of cinnamon ice cream and her favorite TV series.
She stretched out on her couch, clad only in shorts and tank top, and just started to relax when she heard a very distinctive knock at the front door.
Oh yeah- darn. How could she forget? It was Patrick Jane's birthday tomorrow, and he had to cook for his party. In her kitchen of course. He didn't have one of his own. Groaning so loud she felt the vibrations down to her toes she got up. Slowly. Strolled over to the door. Even slower. And opened it in a perfect imitation of the slowest slow motion known to mankind.
There he was, the best looking pest in all of Sacramento. Flushed slightly, but dressed in vest and dress pants, shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing sexy, strong forearms, dusted by a layer of blond hair, and perfect, elegant hands. Lisbon sighed.
"Hey Lisbon", he winked at her, good-humored, "help me to get my…stuff into your kitchen, hmmm?"
She growled but followed him to his car. He had shopped with abandon, and her kitchen looked crammed when they had finished carrying everything inside.
Jane strolled into the room, whistling happily.
"Do you have an apron, darling?", he asked, unpacking huge pots and giant casseroles from his bags.
Had he just called her "darling"? She should kill him right now!
But she just snarled softly in her throat and opened some cupboards to find the damn apron- it took her a while to find it. She hadn't cooked once since she'd moved in here. To be precise, she wasn't much of a cook at all.
She handed him the apron, which was plain black, and he put it on.
She watched him in silence.
Wasn't there a law against looking so damn good in a freaking apron? This guy had undoubtedly the most perfect butt she had ever seen on a man. Round. Distinctly muscled. Her mouth watered, and she couldn't do anything against it. He squatted down, sexy tush straining against the fabric of his pants, and Lisbon had enough.
"Uhm", she squeaked, voice so shrill she didn't recognize it herself ,"I'll be in… my bedroom…uhm…reading."
"Oh", he said, "you won't stay to keep me company- and watch me do my magic?"
His voice was sweet and seductive. He was temptation on two legs. If she stayed now, they would end up doing it on the kitchen counter for sure.
"Nope", she said, eyes wide with horror, "I won't. And, Jane: DO NOT DISTURB."
She turned and marched off, his slight chuckle following her.
xxMentalistxx
Jane cooked in pleasant peace for some hours.
He just loved to cook. It quieted the storm in his mind, helped him focusing, and what he produced tasted pretty nice. At least, nobody had ever complained.
He opened the freezer and tested the texture of his self-made vanilla ice cream. Almost ready. He sliced a fresh pineapple into tiny pieces, then a second, and a third. Would that be enough? No, he prepared a fourth. So many guests would be here tomorrow night. He tasted a piece of pineapple, hmm, delicious. He took another one. And then some.
Okay- what now?
He felt like looking for Lisbon. And Patrick Jane was a man who almost always did what he felt like.
He shed the apron and slowly crept to her bedroom, smiling- maybe he could scare the hell out of her, now that would be…
The door stood slightly ajar, just a gap, but enough for a clear view. She was lying on the bed. Her perfect body arching off the mattress. The grin drained from his face. She had pushed her hand into her panties. The world blurred when he felt an arousal so sharp it almost brought him to his knees. He snapped his eyes back into focus, unable to look away.
Her hand moved slowly, stroking, thrusting, pleasuring. Her free hand pushed the tank top up, revealing her taut little breasts, toying with her nipples. Jane's knees buckled. He opened his fly with harsh, jerky movements and grabbed his erection, so hard it felt too sensitive to touch. Didn't matter now. He started to move his hand vigorously, ecstasy spreading through his veins.
Lisbon gyrated her hips against the bed, her head thrashing wildly now, face flushed, cherry red lips parted. Her body went rigid moments later, and she came with a stifled cry, just when he felt the first jets of hot semen cover his hand. Damn, he couldn't stop, watching her climax so hard she was moaning under the contractions, but when he ejaculated he always spilled lots of seed and created an enormous mess.
He came, and came, shooting what felt like gallons of come into his pants, and still he couldn't stop, watching agent Lisbon riding the wave of an incredible high.
When he had finally finished, spilled everything he had, he raced to the bathroom. My god- he was completely spattered with semen! A brisk knock at the door.
"Jane!", Lisbon's voice thundered, slightly hoarse, "I have to use the bathroom, too!"
"Uhm", he stammered, "hm- of course! I'm out in a minute!"
He tried to clean himself as fast and effectively as possible, then left the room, twisting his body away from her so she wouldn't see the front of his pants. He stormed off to the kitchen, grabbed the apron and put it on. He allowed himself a brief sigh of relief. What the hell had he been thinking, jerking off in her hallway? But damn- what he'd seen had been too breathtaking, too wonderful to ignore.
One night. Tomorrow he would make her his.
He wet a towel and dabbed his forehead with it.
Okay- next chapter will be up tomorrow. I don't dare to ask you for a review- I know, the smutty chapters rarely get reviewed. But I'd sooooooooooo much appreciate it if you do it anyway!