Hi there,

First thank you for the wonderful reviews of the last chapter...They really keep me going. I'm sorry for the late update but I didn't have much time lately.

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I hope you like this chapter.

Previously

"I'm just trying to be a good friend" he added softly and immediately he knew it was the wrong thing to say. She pushed him back and slammed him on the wall behind him. She grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pushed hard against his windpipe. His hands flew up to her wrists as he struggled to breathe, coughing a couple of times. She held him there, her hands griping his jacket, maintaining pressure on his throat. She could feel her blood boiling in her veins and anger overtaking her body. He was scared as he saw determination and anger in her eyes but he didn't back down. No matter the consequences, he needed to help her.

"You can beat me up if you want but I won't leave. There's nothing you do that can make me give up on you. " he reiterated through ragged breaths.

" Wanna bet?"

She pulled on his lapels and crushed her lips to his.

Chapter 6 - Anything

Jane was totally taken by surprise by Lisbon's kiss and froze at the first touch of her lips on his. His mind and body had anticipated a hard blow or a punch in the nose but were totally unprepared for the rush of emotions that came with her kiss. It wasn't sweet or gentle, she literally attacked his lips leaving him breathless and dizzy, her passion more powerful that a punch in the guts. She poured all of her anger and desperation into it. Her mouth was hard and demanding, bruising his lips. He was so shocked by the ferocity of her attack that his brain went to mush and he stayed still as she had her way with his mouth. She grew frustrated at his lack of response and nipped his bottom lip drawing a little yelp from him. The sound he made brought both of them back to reality. Her hands immediately unclenched his lapels and she released him abruptly.

Lisbon's eyes went wide in shock as she realized what she had done. Jane was totally speechless for a change and blinked rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Their loud breathing echoed in the room as silence grew heavier and more uncomfortable with every passing second. None of them dared utter a word after what just happened. Jane could still feel the sweet taste of her lips on his and wondered if his heart would eventually stop racing in his chest. His mind went hundred miles an hour trying to find the right words to soothe her, but came back totally blank. He was completely out of his depth and suddenly nervous at the thought of only making the situation worse. For once in his life, he had no clue what to do or what to say. Maybe he should just go home and come back when she calmed down.

Her anger had dissipated immediately and was replaced by shame as she looked at the red marks on his neck and his swollen red lips. But what really broke her heart her was the look of panic in his eyes. She had succeeded in turning the confident Patrick Jane into a vulnerable and nervous little boy. He avoided her gaze and his hands twitched at his sides. His eyes flicked to the door and then she knew he wanted to leave. She should have been happy, that's what she wanted him to do, but instead she felt utter despair. He was giving up at last, she was too screwed up and broken even for him. She felt bereft. She had lost it all, even her best friend. Tears started to fall on her cheeks and she wiped them quickly with the back of her hand.

Anger was out of her system and left her emotionally drained. She had no more strength. Her whole body was suddenly heavy as if she could physically feel the heavy burden of shame and pain on her shoulders. She couldn't even look at him and his scared little eyes anymore. She lowered her gaze to the floor as she waited for him to leave. Jane remained quiet and frozen in place. The silence was dragging on and she couldn't help wondering if that's how their relationship would be like from now on: cold and awkward. She had only herself to blame, she had ruined everything. She still couldn't believe that she had assaulted him in a fit of rage. For the first time since her captivity, she wished Red John had killed her instead of damaging her beyond repair.

She felt deep sobs build inside of her, threatening to escape. She needed Jane to go now before she completely lost it and broke down. Tears clouded her vision again as she said softly.

" You should go" Her voice cracking with emotion then she whispered "I'm sorry" in a barely audible voice.

She closed her eyes as she tried to bury her emotions deep down inside of her but she couldn't. She was so raw and tired of hurting that they kept coming back to the surface. She struggled for composure and she knew it wouldn't be long before she gave in to tears. She wrapped her arms around herself when she started shivering. She physically felt darkness filling her mind as cold spread inside her body chilling her to the bones.

A shot of warmth suddenly jolted her body as she felt Jane's warm hand on her cheek. Her eyes flew open as he caressed her cheek softly, wiping her tears with his thumb. He lifted her chin up with his finger forcing her to look him in the eyes. Their eyes met and she almost cried in relief when he smiled at her reassuringly with no hint of pity or blame in his eyes. When he engulfed her in a tight embrace, the sobs she was trying so hard to contain escaped of their own accord. She broke down loudly as soon as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Shhh…it's ok… I'm here. I'm not going anywhere" he whispered soothingly in her ear.

She clung to him like he was a life-saver, holding to her last chance of happiness. He was warm, solid and comforting. Once she starting crying, she couldn't stop, her frame shaking uncontrollably. She felt so much relief that she hadn't lost him after all she had done. He was still here holding her tenderly, tracing soothing patterns on her back with his hands. He gave her hope. His hug felt like being close to the fire after a long and cold winter. Once she was safely in his arms, she couldn't let go of him. She buried her face in his warm neck, his soft curls tickling her cheek, inhaling his intoxicating scent. He soothed her soul, pushing her back from the edge of the precipice. He tried to pull away but she held him tight, unable to let him go just yet. It was too good to be in his arms, she had missed him so much. He made her feel like nothing could reach her in the safety of his arms. She took deep breaths and started slowly calming down.

"Lisbon, tell me what's wrong…I can't bear seeing you so upset" he said softly in her ear. She shivered as his warm breath tickled her neck. Anger and pain had been pushed aside and she felt a brand new feeling emerging the more she stayed close to him. She became more aware of the heat of his body, of the feel of his back muscles under her hands and the softness of his skin against her cheek. She tightened her hold on him leaving no space between them, chest against chest, hips against hips. She closed her eyes in bliss as she reveled in his proximity. Jane didn't protest and kept petting her back slowly, creating heat wherever he touched her.

"Please stop shutting me out. You can trust me. Whatever it is, we can deal with it, I promise." Jane reiterated.

She wished it could be true but right now she didn't want to think anymore. She just wanted to stay where she was and never let go. She wanted comfort with no question asked. She needed him right now.

" Teresa, please. Let me help you….anything you need" he pleaded again.

Her hazy brain only heard his last words. Would he do anything for her? Would he give her comfort if she asked? She knew it to be wrong but she wanted him more than her next breath. She tentatively brought her lips to the skin of his neck and tenderly kissed him, lingering with her tongue, tasting him. The effect was immediate. He shuddered and his body tensed in her arms.

" Uh… Lisbon…it's not a good idea" he stuttered panicked as he pulled back from her. He didn't go far as his back hit the wall.

The loss of contact with his body was excruciating. She needed the warmth, the comfort. She needed him to make the pain go away. She would beg if that's what it took. Her dignity was long gone and she was so desperate to forget. Just for one night, she wanted to pretend that Red John didn't exist, that Jane loved her as much as she did. She looked at him, tears in her eyes begging him to give her what she wanted.

He swallowed hard as he saw the burning desire, hunger and need in her eyes, giving no doubt about her intentions. He was what she hungered for, what she needed.

" Lisbon-" Jane warned as she took a step forward and put her hands on his chest. Slowly, she moved them up his body, her captivating eyes penetrating his, leaving him unable to speak or react. His heart hammered in his chest as her hands continued their ascent to his neck bringing her body closer to his. He knew it was wrong. She was out of her mind and desperate, far too vulnerable to think clearly. She just wanted comfort. He had to stop this before it went too far and that they did something they would both regret. His head knew this but his heart desperately wanted her.

She went on her tiptoes and whispered sensually in his ear "That's what I need."

He shivered at the first touch of her lips on his neck. He stayed utterly still, his arms at his sides, trying his best not to encourage her. He felt an unfamiliar tightening in his pants and he knew he was doomed. He fought his body's reaction to her proximity as his conscience screamed louder and louder not to give in to temptation. What kind of man would that make him if he took advantage of her when she was vulnerable.

"Lisbon…no" He replied, his voice uneven "You're emotional and…" his breath becoming more laboured with every word he said " you will…. regret it." But his behaviour was contradicting his words. He was struggling for composure, his eyes fluttering as her hot mouth left goosebumps in his neck.

"Lisbon " he pleaded weakly as she continued her wicked seduction, licking and sucking ferociously on his flesh. His world was reduced to her kisses, his words of protest fewer and fewer. What was left of his mind kept repeating what a selfish and weak man he was to let this happen, she deserved so much better. He had to stop her but his body refused to obey. He was pulled in two directions, his heart and conscience in a fierce battle. It left him stuck in the middle, motionless, cemented to the floor neither welcoming her affection nor pushing her away.

" Lisbon.. it's a mistake….you're not thinking …straight" he panted but he still didn't push her away which she took as encouragement.

"If you want me to stop, you're going to have to make me" she murmured in his ear seductively.

He fought for control, his arms still fastened to his sides as she sucked hungrily on his earlobe. All the biofeedback tricks in the world were useless against the intensity of her onslaught. She evoked emotions in him so intense that they left him completely powerless to resist her. He craved her touch, his body starving for contact. For almost 10 years, he had avoided human connection burying his needs deep inside of him but now as she felt her mouth in his neck, he wanted to indulge. His ragged breathing didn't go unnoticed by Lisbon. She knew he wasn't indifferent as she felt his pulse speeding up at each swipe of her tongue. She grabbed his hair with both her hands pulling his face forward. She held him firmly in place as his eyes met her sexy hooded eyes dark with desire. Then she slowly leaned in and sensually licked his lips coaxing his mouth to open. His lips stayed tightly closed as his last shred of self-control held on. She was disappointed by his lack of response, wondering if he would ever respond to her or if that's all she would get from him. She kissed him softly one last time, taking his bottom lip between her lips and sucked gently.

As she was about to release him, an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped his throat. It ignited a fire inside of her, encouraging her to pursue. She tightened her hold in his hair, both hands fisting in his curls, her kisses becoming hungry and demanding, her mouth hard on his. Lisbon kept kissing him and rubbing against him, so hard he gasped. She sighted in relief into his mouth as she felt the proof of his desire against her belly. His resistance was futile as her passion was relentless. She devoured his lips and pressed into him, fierce and insistent until he surrendered. And it never felt so good to surrender. He parted his lips and let her tongue invade his mouth greedily. It was like being hit by a train, her passion took his breath away, a wave of heat coursing through his veins. No one had ever made him feel that wanted before in his life. The world disappeared around him, only her tongue, her mouth and the pleasure she gave him seemed to exist. He moaned loudly as she caressed his tongue with hers and swirled around it. Her kisses were wicked and passionate and he couldn't remember having ever been this turned on only by a kiss.

When Jane finally kissed her back, Lisbon melted against him, her body aflame with desire. He was tentative and tender just like she imagined he would be. The slightest touch of his hands on her shoulders had her dizzy with want. His soft lips moulded hers perfectly and she felt the fire inside of her burn even harder. They shared searing kisses, their tongues sliding against each other's frantically. Lisbon pulled roughly on his hair to angle his head, trying to deepen the kiss even more. She savoured every inch of his mouth and couldn't get enough of his taste, she needed more. They both breathed hard as her hands released his hair only to attack his clothes. He stood still as she started on his jacket. He was overwhelmed and unsure of himself as he hadn't touched a woman in a decade. She took control for both of them and removed quickly his jacket off his shoulders and threw it on the side before grabbing both sides of his vest and yanking hard making all the buttons fly. She was in a frenzy, eager to get rid of all these layers and touch his bare skin. She yanked his shirt open and before he knew it both her hands were gliding over the planes of his chest. He sighted in bliss at the heady sensation, his back hitting the wall for support.

The vision of his broad tan chest and well defined abs made her senses go into overdrive. She brought her hot mouth to his chest while her hands roamed his body greedily, leaving of trail of goosebumps in its path. She wasn't gentle with him, she feasted on his torso with her lips and teeth while digging her nails into his skin as her need was too strong to be contained. She had a hunger for him that couldn't be sated, a hunger that kept growing with each inch of skin she tasted.

She drowned in him, losing all perception of the outside world. As she kissed and nipped at his over sensitized skin, she felt his erratic breathing and moans of pleasure vibrate through his chest. It fueled the fire inside of her even more. In the back of her mind, she knew she should take it slow and be gentler with him. He hadn't been with a woman in years and she could sense his shyness and awkwardness as he brought his trembling hands behind her head holding her close to his body as she drove him mad with her tongue.

His head fell back against the wall and his eyes closed as she took hungrily one of his nipple in her mouth, circling it with her tongue, biting playfully the hard peak with her teeth. He moaned loudly as she sucked on it repeatedly until he couldn't take it anymore. She released him and gave the same ministrations to the other nipple. She revelled in the power she had over him, his body putty in her hands. She loved how he leaned into her touch, how she could make him moan with a touch of her tongue. He had been so deprived of affection that his body was now aching to be touched.

Jane was consumed by pleasure, his body awakening under her touch. He felt drunk on sensations, completely addicted to her already. There was nothing but Lisbon in that moment, lost in an alternate state where is mind felt at peace for the first time in years.

In love like in any other aspect of her life, Lisbon was an amazing combination of strength and softness. She was raw passion with her passionate kisses, her love bites, her hard sucks on his skin but she was also sweet, able to be so tender and loving that it almost made him weep. She touched him like no woman had ever before. He was in a trance, unable to do anything but take what she was giving, her hot mouth on his skin the only thing that mattered. He sighted in bliss as she kissed every inch of his stomach continuing her descent to where he needed her the most.

When she finally reached his pants, she rose back up and looked at him. Eyes closed and head bent back, he was offering his body to her, trusting her. His chest was heaving furiously and his face radiated with contentment. She cupped his face and brought her lips to his, her tongue plunging in between his already parted lips. Her kiss was slow and hot as she lowered one hand down his chest, then down his stomach and unbuckled his belt. His body tensed anticipating what was to come. She leaned away and they looked at each other, their gaze feverish with desire.

She opened the button of his slacks, eyes still locked on his and then slowly put his zipper down. Jane lowered his gaze and followed her hand as it disappeared inside his pants. His body jerked when she reached his underwear. At the first touch of her fingers on his hard length, his knees almost buckled under him, unused nerve endings coming back to life. She lowered his pants and underwear to his hips and freed his throbbing hardness. She stroked him slowly and gently at first, looking him in his eyes as she pleasured him. His eyes rolled back in his head and fluttered shut as she quickened the pace with her hand. The sight of him like that was so exhilarating and surreal as he relinquished all control to her, leaving himself at the mercy of her desires. She felt intoxicated by his moans and the way his body trembled under her fingers. She kept stroking him harder and faster, trying to draw even more reactions from him. She brought him to the edge then pulled him back, his whole frame shaking and his breathing loud. She slowed her pace and he groaned as she released him.

She took his hand and led him to the couch. As soon as they faced it, she pushed him and he fell awkwardly on his back. She quickly got rid of the robe she wore and was about to get rid of her shorts when she looked back at him. He laid there half naked, his pants and underwear still mi-tights and his shirt and vest hanging wide open. He was staring at her, his chest rising and falling quickly. His hair was a sexy mess and his cheeks were flushed. Her gaze trailed down his body and she frowned at the sight of all the angry red marks she had left on his body.

She had been rough without even realizing. She couldn't help but feeling ashamed again at her lack of control. He was giving her the comfort she asked for and in return she treated him like a piece of meat. She couldn't even have sex with him without hurting him, marking him. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine as the irony struck her. She had marked Jane like Red John had marked her.

Jane saw the emotions suddenly change on her face, going from lust to shame then to regret in a instant. She stopped undressing and stared at him as if she had seen a ghost. She only wore a tank top and shorts and the sight of her bare skin made his blood boil. She was strong and fit yet had beautiful soft curves that he was aching to touch. He wasn't sure why she had stopped and what was bothering her but he didn't like where this was heading. His need for her was becoming unbearable. He would die if they had to stop now. He felt like a junkie without his dose.

Desperate, he took her hand gently with his and put it on his chest, showing her what he wanted. When she still didn't react, he moved her hand for her, caressing his own chest with her hand, making her feel his heart racing under her palm. He looked at her begging her to continue. After another instant he pulled gently on her other hand so that she sat on the couch beside him. His shy fingers trailed up the soft skin of her scarred arms. She tensed and was a little self conscious for a moment then she looked at his dark eyes and all her fears vanished. He liked what he was seeing. He brought both his hands behind her head entwining his fingers into her soft hair and pulled her to him slowly. She expected a soft kiss but was surprised when he crushed his lips to hers, his tongue sliding in. She moaned as she felt for the first time his need for her. She sighed in relief when she realized he wanted this as much as she did. He was possessive and passionate, plundering her mouth. She could taste the lust and need on his tongue, both of his arms tight against her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. He sucked on her tongue and she pushed all her sordid thoughts out of her mind as heat spread to her core once more.

A sight fell from Jane's lips as she straddled him with her strong tights. She could feel him hot and hard between her legs, just one layer of fabric preventing their joining. They kept kissing deeply and urgently as she grinded her hips against his erection. They both groaned at the sensation and without wasting another second Lisbon moved one leg up after the other and removed her pair of shorts and underwear leaving her naked from the waste down. She had no intention of removing her tank top as it would reveal the mark that would ruin everything.

She took his erection in hand and positioned him at her entrance. She towered over him for a moment and looked at him in the eyes as she slowly lowered herself onto him until he was buried deep inside of her. She savoured the sight of him, face contorted in pleasure, body tensing and muscles rippling under his skin covered by a sheer of sweat. He was glorious and right now he was all hers.

It had been so long since he had made love to a woman that when she descended on him, engulfing him in her soft heat, he almost came on the spot. The world went black, he felt an explosion of sensations overtaking his body. It was so much pleasure, he almost couldn't take it, he held on by a thread, trying his best to avoid complete humiliation.

She started to move slowly, aware that he was trying to regain his balance. His muscles started to relax and she began to move up and down his length. She really had to use all her self control not to slam herself on him and dig her nails into his chest. She felt passion and desperate need rise inside of her but she promised herself that she wouldn't give in to those basic instincts that led her to mark him moments before.

It was pure torture to take it slow but if that's what he needed then that's what she would give him. Jane tested her self control as his hands started to glide up her legs slowly. It was only featherlight touches but she couldn't help quickening her pace a bit trying to relieve the ache between her tights. His hands stopped at her waist for a second then went to cup her soft behind. Both his hands were splayed across her butt cheeks, squeezing and pushing down at each time she lowered herself on him. The added friction had her gritting her teeth trying to maintain her painfully slow rhythm.

She could tell his hands were getting bolder and bolder, his touch more insistent and less hesitant with every swipe of his fingers. His dark eyes were locked on his breast swaying a little as she moved. She knew he wouldn't be long before he would try get her shirt off when his fingers toyed with the hem of her tank top. In a quick move, she took both his wrists and pinned them beside his head, her body now flushed with his. They both groaned at the new sensations this position created. She tried to resume her slow rhythm but when Jane lifted his head up and plunged his tongue hungrily in her month, there was nothing she could do to reign her urges. Her hands tightened around his pinned wrists and her hips rocked harder and faster without a conscious thought on her part. She let go completely allowing her body to take over. She reciprocated his kisses fiercely swallowing his moans with her mouth until they were both breathless. She went to bury her head into his neck as she kept rocking vigorously. He was barely holding it together, she could tell. His body was tense and each time her hips slammed into him, he moaned loudly and his hips jerked. His eyes were close and on his face was an expression of deep concentration. She was getting close to the edge too, she could feel the delicious heat starting to spread inside her as their coupling became more intense.

She released his wrists and his hands immediately went to grab her hips increasing her speed and the friction between their bodies. His grip was hard as he pushed and pulled again and again, hitting a spot that made Lisbon cry in pleasure at each time. Lisbon lost control of her body, gripping his hair tightly with one hand and digging her nails in his neck. Her rhythm faltered suddenly as she was engulfed by an earth shattering orgasm. It was like nothing she ever felt before, the pleasure so overwhelming she almost blacked out. She lost all awareness of everything around her including Jane still moving her hips, prolonging her orgasm. Jane came soon after, screaming her name. His hips jerked erratically to a stop as his warmth filled her.

He wrapped her arms tenderly around her and Lisbon felt good for the first time in months. They both had a smile on their lips as they tried to catch their breath. He couldn't believe they just made love. He didn't regret it and she didn't seem too eager to move so she probably didn't either. She was still splayed on top of him, eyes closed, her face in his sweaty neck. She let herself savour the moment hoping it would never stop. They stayed in a comfortable silence for a long time simply enjoying the comfort and the closeness. She felt calm and able to see her situation with sudden clarity. She had to tell him. She hoped he would understand. Not now though, she was tired and didn't want to break the moment. Tomorrow she would tell him.

When Lisbon opened her eyes the next day, she was lying comfortably in her bed with a wonderfully soft pillow. She looked at the clock and it was 5 o'clock in the morning. She had slept more than 6 hours and couldn't remember the last time it happened. It was all due to her handsome consultant who was sleeping peacefully under her. Her bedside light was on and lit his face. She still couldn't believe that Jane had stayed last night. Her fingers started to trail lightly on his chest trying to find a nice way to wake him. They glided across his stomach and froze suddenly. Her eyes widened in shock and dread filled her as she noticed a red envelope beside her night light. It hadn't been there before they went to bed. Red John had been in her apartment… or maybe he was still here lurking in the shadows.

A/N: I never thought it would be that hard to write a sexy scene. I almost blushed writing it ;)

I hope you didn't think they would be happy already ? Red John is coming back with a vengeance in the next chapter. More angst to come I'm afraid.