She came back to herself gradually. The way one awakens from a particularly pleasant dream. It was a feeling of dreamy contentment and a certain resistance to actually being woken up. Slowly she became aware of a coolness around her. Of a pillowy softness where the car seat should be.

In fact, according to all sensory indications, it felt very much like her bed.

A flicker of fear shot through her, eyes snapping open and sweeping across the room. Nothing indicated something unusual. Moonlight cut through her windows, casting across the bedroom and illuminating the fact that it was indeed utterly empty.

Had it been a dream then? A wonderfully erotic fantasy cast by her yearning mind for night time viewing?

It wouldn't have been the first time her dreams had felt real. Especially in regards to irritating consultant. She let out a sigh, resting her arms back against the bed. It appeared that she was alone. Some unnamed feeling choked her. Not just disappointment, but a mixture of misery and a healthy dash of crushed hope.

She allowed herself the luxury of biting out a curse, "Damn."

Tears gathered at the edges of her eyes, and she didn't try to stop them. She'd take this moment and be weak. The morning would bring strength, but for now she'd mourn it.

"Lisbon?"

Her heart gave a painful thump and she shot up in her bed, instinctively clutching the sheet to her chest. Because that voice. That impossibly wonderful voice. That was Jane's voice.

"Jane?"

Her voice was tentative in the almost oppressive silence of the room. Had it been a dream? Had it been a foolish fiction of a desperate mind?

A rueful chuckle preceded his answer, "Figures, the only time I leave that bed and that's when you choose to wake up."

She's almost delirious with relief as he steps back into her room, it had been real. He looked delectable here, in the moonlight. But even more so because he was real, he was here and it wasn't a trick of her fevered imagination.

"Yeah." She cannot disguise the relief in her voice. The unnamed feeling disappears, and what she is left with is a strange kind of happy fizzing in her stomach. He crosses the short space between the door and her bed, coming to a stop at the end of the bed and staring down at her. He cocked his head, and there was suddenly an impish grin on his face, "You thought this was a dream. Have you dreamt of me often Lisbon?"

She frowns, but she has to work at it. He's just so…so infuriatingly charming. And whatever he sees in her eyes isn't the reprimand she intended, rather it just makes his grin widen into something better. With a deliberate motion he undoes the buttons at his throat. It was a testament to the wonderfulness of his face that she'd barely noticed the absence of his vest. The cufflinks were already undone, all that remained was his shirt and his pants. The look in his eyes captures her, dark fire sparkling in the depths. The kind of smile people get when there are no more no's and only joyful exultant yes' to come.

"Let's see if I can live up to your dreams my dear Lisbon." He all but purrs at her. And she cannot help but react to the promise in his tone. Muscles low in her belly clench, creating a sweet tension that sends tingles down her spine. She watches, almost wide eyed as each button was carefully slipped free. His fingers are incredibly precise, but she can tell he's taking his time on purpose. She just wants the damn thing off. She wants what that tone promised her.

Another chuckle as he reads her frustration "Aren't you an impatient thing?"

She returns that smile and taunts, "I think you're just delaying Jane. It's sad really."

He laughs, and this time she can see the contraction of his abdomen and chest. The sight is fascinating, even as he shuffles out of his shirt. His hands go to the waistband of his pants and she cannot help but focus her attention there as he surely meant her to. In some distant part of her mind she knows that he's manipulating her. But the sight is such a welcome one. Her tongue darts out, moistening her lips as she remembers the taste of him.

"Shy?" she asks, her voice embarrassingly breathy. But the effect it has on him is quite profound. A shudder races down his spine, eyes snapping closed for a split second. He looked at her as if he wanted to rip her out of her clothes and just lose himself in her. It was a wonderful primal look, and it was all directed at her.

Pants forgotten he leant forward, tugging at the sheet she still pressed to her chest. Wide eyed she let him pull it away from her. It was tossed to the side, forgotten almost as quickly. With effortless grace he begun a slow sensuous crawl up the bed towards her. It should have looked ridiculous. It should have made her laugh instead of making her throat suddenly dry. He was a sleek thing, barely contained power, and she wanted him. More than she'd wanted anything else in her life. Instinctively she lay back, letting him situate himself above her, legs gently nudged apart to give him room to rest.

His hands rested beside her head, body still held aloft from hers, his presence damn near overwhelming as she stared up at him. Part of her was still in disbelief that he was here, that he was looking at her like that. A small part, the more practical part pointed out that they both still had pants on, if anything was going to happen it would involve some awkwardness to remove them.

And then he let himself rest against her, it made her breath catch as the weight of him was exactly where she wanted him to be. He leant down, and seized her mouth in a beautiful kiss.

It was a good kiss, heat and fire, pressure but not too much. Tongues dancing, slipping, caressing as they mapped each other's mouths. He kissed her as if he'd devour her. Her fingers twined in his golden curls, body melding upwards to his. Small eager noises echoed in the back of her throat, and he swallowed them before they ever left her mouth. This was just shy of what she wanted. The clothes were in the way, and she wanted desperately to get rid of them, but she couldn't bring herself to break the kiss.

Finally, the need for oxygen overcame them, and he pulled away from her as they both gasped for breath. She could feel his heart racing against her chest. The thudding as her heart met and matched his.

Once he regained enough breath, he spoke, "Say my name Lisbon"

She swallowed at the hoarseness in his voice, "Jane?"

He shivered, but shook his head, "My name, Teresa. Say it for me."

"Patrick." Her voice slid out of her, trembling in the air between them.

"We do this, there's no going back. No half-hearted attempts to forget. No regrets. All or nothing."

"Boy you do not know how to do pillow talk, do you?"

Her words amused him, but she sensed he was serious and still waiting for an answer. She smiled, eyes suddenly sparkling, "I'm here Jane. I'm right where I want to be."

The smile she got back was a brilliant one, shining and pure. The one she'd seen rarely, but usually were only directed at her.

"Then let's get these pants off you."

He rose up on his knees, fingers going to the waistband of her pants. Since they hadn't been done up again after the car, he had a much easier time of it. He tugged, and she felt corresponding jolts echo in her belly. She pawed at her top, she needed skin to skin contact. To feel all of him with all of her. She allowed him to move her legs to pull the pants clear. And as she struggled out of her top and bra he was suddenly back beside her. It was only then that she noticed that she was completely bare. But the thought didn't fill her with trepidation as it had before. rather she felt anticipation.

It happened faster than her lust addled mind could comprehend, but he was somehow suddenly nude and resting above her. she widened her legs, letting their most intimate places touch at last. The contact was electric, and she reached up, touching his face with her fingers. She'd dreamed of him like this, and from the way he gave her that not so secretive grin, he'd had some thoughts in this area as well. one of his hands trailed down her sternum, fluttering over her belly towards the juncture of her thighs.

With careful teasing touches he tested her, biting his lip at the slickness he encountered. Part of her was expecting awkwardness. The awkward real life fumble that nobody ever seems to write about when they talk about sex. But what she got was a marvellous caress and then he began to push inside her.

Sensations sparked across her eyes at his ingress. She'd known he was big. But knowing and feeling were two very different things. It was almost uncomfortable, the way he stretched her. but it was exactly the feeling she'd been craving. It was a sensation just this side of pain. But it made her wrap her legs around his waist, made her groan out a ten syllable conglomeration she thinks might have started as his name.

This wan altogether different kind of dancing, a dance as old as human kind. Of twisting reaching gasping sensation as bodies duelled with each other. As he moved above, inside, her she felt some large sensation begin to build. What she had felt in the car seemed smaller compared to this. Whatever this feeling was it wasn't the sweet delicious ache of completion. It was a painful primal feeling, a promise of shattering. Of coming undone, but there wasn't always a certainty you'd be put back together. She could understand now why people called sex a good way to go. Because this, this was so much more.

He muttering something in her ear as she gasped and writhed at his intrusions. But her sensation addled mind couldn't comprehend it. She kissed him, almost desperately as he brought her unfailingly closer to that shining moment. Whatever doubts or fears she had were gone. All there was, was him and her. Her head tipped back, breaking the kiss as she gasped out, his name into the silence of her room.

And she shattered, the pieces of her scattering to the wind as the magic of his body carried her through feelings far too intense to survive. The noises he made were music alongside the keening dropping from her own throat.

As she floated back down, she felt him bury his head against her neck, and murmur into the slightly damp skin, "Love you Teresa."

If she could summon any kind of energy she'd have responded, but the darkness took her before she could make the effort to reply.

Authors note: Greetings everyone! :D

so this took me a little longer to get out, I rewrote it quite a few times, but i'm finally happy with it.

I hope everyone is well, and had reasonably awesome holidays :)

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~MadamRed