M rated chapter ahead, but nothing really that explicit. If you do not enjoy M-rated stories, you can skip this chapter - it is not linked to the upcoming chapter. The first part takes place in Jane´s and Lisbon´s past. The second part is them now.
Jane
It is almost midnight. The night is not dark at all. The moon is illuminating their way through the forest. Her hair shines in the moonlight and Patrick had to admit it - she looks like an angel in that white dress of hers.
It´s warm. Too warm for such a late hour. He is sweating. Maybe, just maybe, not entirely from the heat. She on the other hand seems to be enjoying the weather.
"It´s so warm. I think I am going for a swim," she says in that angelic voice of hers.
Angela. A fitting name for sure.
"I don´t think that you´re equipped for such an occasion," young Patrick says.
She turns to face him.
"Sheesh, you´re no fun Patrick Jane," she says and grins.
Soon enough, they reach the lake.
He helps her lay the blanket on the ground.
"It´s so nice in here. So calm."
"Yes," is all he could say back quite hoarsely. If his father finds out that he snuck out in the middle of the night with a that Ruskin girl again, he would be in trouble. Big trouble.
She walks to the lake. The water is calm, the moon reflecting on its surface.
"Water´s fine," she says with a smile. "Are you in?"
Patrick turns his head to side. "In for what?"
"Swimming, silly. Here," she turn her back to him, "unzip me."
He clears his throat. "I don´t think that is a good idea Angie."
"Fine. I´ll unzip it myself."
And she does.
The white summer dress falls to her ankles. She steps out of it.
Patrick swallows hard. Her skin is as white as the dress and the moonlight is making her even whiter. She is shining, he thinks to himself.
And she´s standing in front of him, with nothing more on than her panties and bra.
She chuckles.
"You are staring at me Patrick Jane. I can see you. Stop that. Let´s go, I really want to swim," and with that, she ran towards the water.
Patrick sighs. "Fine. Anything for you Angie." He undresses himself and soon, he stands there only in his boxer shorts, feeling too exposed for his liking.
Angela is already swimming.
He follows her into water.
It´s quite cold and he is glad for that. Biofeedback only works so far. Cold water might be a better solution for the bulge growing in his boxer shorts.
"What are you waiting for?"
"It´s quite cold," he calls after her.
"Chicken!"
"Am not," he says and jumps in. The cold liquid strokes every nerve in his body. He swims closer to her. And she laughs
"Too slow, buddy."
And she´s gone.
"Angie? Where are you?" he asks worriedly.
Something touches his leg. He yells. Just like a girl.
She emerges from under the water behind him, laughing. "I scared you didn´t I?"
He chuckles and turns to face her. Her hair is wet, and she is smiling that beautiful smile of hers. "Yes you did. Bravo." he says quite embarrassed.
She stares at him. "Kiss me," she whispers all of sudden.
Patrick´s heart skips a beat. "N...Now?"
"No, wait another hour...of course now Patrick."
They´ve kissed before, lots of times actually. Still, he feels that not enough of cold water would stop his boxers becoming even tighter if he kisses her now.
"Uh, I -"
She presses her lips against his, seeking admission with her tongue.
Patrick opens his mouth just a little letting her have it her way. She tastes like cotton candy and tea and everything he loves. Her hands trails down his bare chest and lower, too low. Yet, he can´t stop her. He don´t want to stop her.
The kisses became more frenzied.
And then, she stops.
He stares at her, trying to catch his breath.
"Do you love me? she asks with a curious face.
"Of course I do, you know that." he replies without hesitation.
"You´re right, I do."
There is something more on her mind, he could tell.
"Just ask," he whispers, staring into those brown eyes of hers.
"Will you run away with me Patrick?"
He nods. "I will." Of course he will. There is nothing he wants more.
She smiles. "I want to be with you Patrick. I...want you to be mine."
"I am yours."
Her hand trails even lower making him gasp.
"Angie..."
"Follow me," she whispers. So he does. She is like a siren calling the lonely sailor. He can´t resist her. No matter how hard he had tried. No matter how much beating he suffered for being with her. Nothing matters to him, just the girl who turned into woman just a few days ago.
She steps out of water, shedding the rest of her clothing on the way. The sight is breathtaking.
She is so beautiful, and only God knows why she chose him in the first place.
"Get naked," she orders and despite the shock, he lowers his boxer shorts down.
"And come here," she whispers.
She lays down on the blanket, wet from the swim and a shiver run through her body.
Patrick follows her. He is shivering as well.
"You really want to do this now?" he asks, already knowing why she brought him here.
"Yes. I want you to be my first. My last. My everything," she murmurs, snuggling closer to him.
His breath hitches. "I want that, too."
"Good. Kiss me again," she whispers directly into his ear. Her hot breath makes him shiver even more.
They kiss. Relentlessly. Hungrily.
They make love for the first time under the moonlight.
Later, they stand up with shy grins on their faces. He helps her zip her dress up.
"Thank you," she says and he knows she is thanking him for more than helping her dress up.
"My pleasure," he murmurs, placing a soft kiss on her neck.
They make their way back to the carnival in a silent awe, both too overwhelmed to talk . She kisses him when their reach the carnival, ready to make her way back to her trailer.
"I love you," he whispers to her one more time. She smiles. And leaves.
Smiling, Patrick walks to his own trailer, a so called home. He has no idea that Alex Jane was watching the two of them emerging from the forest. The door opens before he can reach for the handle.
"Where have you been, son?" Alex asks.
Patrick´s smile fades. The happy memory of their first love making is replaced with fear and dread.
"Out for a walk. Couldn´t sleep," he mutters standing in front of his father.
He´s angry. And drunk. The worst combination.
"Walk, eh? I don´t think you went for a walk Paddy. I saw you with that stupid Ruskin girl -"
"She is not stupid!," Patrick says angrily.
"Oh. I see. Well, son, she must be if she spends time with you! Get in! Now!"
Patrick steps into the trailer.
Alex closes the door behind with a loud bang.
"I told you to stay away from her Paddy."
Patrick remains silent. There is not much he could say or do. Anything will be held against him, as always.
"Where were you? Why is your hair wet?"
"Went for a swim." Patrick says and blushes, unable to control his emotions.
Alex flashes him an furious look. He knows. Patrick can tell. He can always tell.
"Are you out of your damned mind Paddy? Damn it! I swear to God kid if I see you with her one more time -"
"Then what dad? What will you do then? Because I am sure you will see us together again. I love her!" he finally snaps.
"You don´t know what love is son," he says through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, well neither do you!"
A fist hits his face. Hard. He stumbles against the tiny table.
"You want to know what I´ll do? This! I will do this! Again and again, until you finally start to use that damned head of yours! How many times do I need to beat the crap out of you to make you understand?"
Patrick spits out a bit of blood. "I don´t care! Do it! Do it! Punch me again and again and I won´t care! I´ve had enough of this you bastard!" he yells and takes a swing at his own father.
For the first time in his life.
And he misses.
Alex ducks.
"You missed you fucking sissy! You can´t even fight like a proper man, can you? Nah, you can´t! Yet you are talking about love! You know what son?" he says and grabs struggling Patrick by his shirt, "Go take another walk you damned idiot!" he yells and threw his son out of the trailer.
Patrick hits the ground.
"And stay out! I don´t want to see you until tomorrow, when you will perform son! Oh, you will. Or else!"
Another loud bang echoes in the silent summer night when Alex slams the door behind him. Patrick lays there on the dirty ground for a while. "Damn it," he mutters. He will need make-up for his tomorrow show for sure. He composes himself as best he can and stands up.
"Patrick...?" someone call his name. "Are you all right?"
Angela.
He turns around. She gasps. "You´re bleeding!"
"It´s nothing," he says, wiping the blood from his lip away. "Really Angela. Don´t worry about me."
"Come here," she mutters, "You can sleep with me."
"That´s not necessary. It won´t do any good for any of us."
"But -"
"You know how your folks feels about me Angie."
"Okay, I am staying with you then," she says stubbornly.
"Angie -"
"Let´s go back to the lake. We can lie the blanket down on the ground again and keep ourselves warm. I am not leaving you alone like this Patrick Jane."
"You don´t have to do this. I´ll be all right."
"I want to. Remember? I want to."
He sighs.
"Okay. Fine. But we have to come back before the suns comes up."
"Deal. Let´s go then," she says and smiles reassuringly.
"Uh, Angie? I might need to borrow your make-up tomorrow," he says on the way to the lake.
"Sure thing. I´ll help you put it up."
"Thank you."
Two weeks later, the trailer is half empty. Alex is standing in the middle of it, looking around himself. His son´s belongings are gone. So is half the cash he hid from the boy. Or at least he think he did.
"Son of a bitch," he mutters.
His mind is hazy with anger.
That Ruskin girl is missing as well. He went to check it.
"Idiots," he mutters. "Stupid kids! Fuck you Patrick! Fuck both of you!" he yells and grabs the tea kettle that his son used every day. He smashes it against the trailer wall, yelling and cursing.
By the time Pete get there, almost every little thing in the trailer is broken.
"Alex! What the hell is going on?"
"He´s gone! He´s gone with half of my money! I am going to kill that boy!"
Pete stands there, thinking about that poor boy. He has no intention to tell Alex that he helped them kids leave. As much as he hated seeing them leave, he knew it was for the best. Alex was no father to that boy. He broke the promise he once gave to his late wife.
"Who´s gone?" he ask pretending not to know.
"WHO DO YOU THINK IS? PADDY!"
"Well, I´ll be damned."
"It´s not much," he says once they step into their new home. One bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchen area. Almost unfurnished. It is all he could afford with the money he took away from his father and his little savings. Still, it is in a better part of the city, with good neighbors, and it is all theirs.
"It´s perfect," she says. "And it´s just a start. I like it here Patrick. I really do."
"Me too," he admits. "Me too."
Lisbon
Teresa shifts in the back of the old Camaro, blushing. Her boyfriend smiles. "We don´t have to do this if you´re not ready, Tee."
She is not sure what to say. Thinking about something and then actually doing it are two different things.
"It´s not that...it´s just...I kind of imagined it differently."
"Yeah. I know. It´s a bummer my parents decided not to go on that vacation."
"Yeah."
"What about your place?"
She shakes her head. There is no way in hell she would be allowed to bring a boyfriend home. Even if she wanted to. Which she don´t. Her father is in the middle of a serious drinking and hitting things (and people) unnecessarily stage. The only reason why she is out here right now is that her brothers are with their aunt. Otherwise, she would have to watch out for them.
"Not a good idea," she whispers. She don´t know how much he knows about the situation at her place, however he saw her bruises. If anything, that could give him a clear image.
"Probably not. Maybe...maybe we could just try it and see if it feels right..."
"Okay," she breathes out.
He grins.
Soon enough, they are kissing passionately. And when his hand reaches for her breast, she doesn´t flinch like she always does.
He moans into her mouth.
He lifts the hem of her shirt with his other hand, his lips still pressed against hers.
The need for air makes her head dizzy. She suddenly stop kissing him and breaths in.
"Everything all right?" he asks a little worriedly.
She likes him. He´s nice to her. He always was. He never pushed her, or make her do things she didn´t want. She is just not sure if she loves him. Or what love feels like for that matter. Maybe...just maybe what she feels for him is love.
"Yeah...I´m fine. Scared a little," she admitted. That only girl in her class who was not making fun of the fact that Teresa Lisbon is still a virgin, told her about the pain. "First time hurts, Reese," her words echoed in her head, "But it gets better and then it feels so good."
She wondered how good that might just be.
"Don´t be," he says to her. "You know I would never hurt you, right?"
She nods. That much she knows. He would never hurt her, at least not on purpose.
Suddenly, she can feel his hand unzipping her jeans. She shivers.
"Can I?" he asks with a longing expression.
She nods. Any words she might utter have died in her throat anyway.
He pulls her jeans down just a little and trails into her panties with his free hand.
"You are so beautiful," he whispers to her, massaging her lightly.
He´s not a virgin. He told her so. He also told her that he knows what he is doing. That was reassuring enough when they talked about it, but now, she was not so sure anymore. No one was ever allowed to touch her like he just did.
"Don´t be scared Tee, just enjoy it," he whispers to her.
"O...okay," she breaths out. She´s trying. Trying like hell.
He starts nibbling on her earlobe, and she moans. Okay, this does feel pretty good.
She gasps when he pushes his finger inside her.
"You like it?" he asks and moves the finger up and down.
"Kind of," she replies and her breath hitches.
He chuckles. "Kind of, eh? What about this?"
He slips another finger inside her. That hurts a little.
"Greg...," she mutters worriedly.
"Shh, I´m just making it easier, trust me."
"Okay then..."
He was right. He did make it easier. And the girl from her class was right as well. It hurt. A lot. But only for a while. She was surprised that it took just few minutes for them to finish. But once they did, she felt good. It was nice.
"I love you," he says to her once she´s dressed.
"I love you too," she whispered back smiling at him. Yeah, this probably is love.
"Let´s go. I have something to show you."
She smiles at him. "Okay."
They drive away, both content and happy. Excited even.
She gets home late that night. Her father is asleep on the couch in living room as she tiptoes to her room. There is still something she needs to do before going to bed. Apart shower and praying. She needs to finish her history assignment.
The house is calm and soundless.
No better time to do this, she thinks to herself. No one is bothering her, dad is passed out, brothers away...
She emerges from the shower and dresses herself into comfortable pajamas.
Her sight falls on the picture of her mother she keeps on her desk and the content feeling is replaced by sorrow.
Teresa has no idea what her mom would say if she knew what her daughter has just done.
"I miss you," she whispers. "So, so much."
Lisbon gazed at the clock. Jane should be home soon, at least she hoped.. Her first day at work was as tedious as she´d imagined. Four hours of paperwork are hardly considered exciting. Jane and Cho and the other hand had all the action they needed. With the new case and possible suspects, Jane had to work his magic through the whole day. She missed that. Missed being part of it. The only exciting thing that happened to her at work was...nothing.
Not a damn thing.
The work was not the only thing that wasn´t exciting. Lisbon sighed. She and Jane has been together for almost three months. And of course, she loved every second of it, however there was something that wasn´t quite happening. He had been treating her like she was a delicate, fragile flower. Which she had been, for a longer part of their three months together.
She in no longer so fragile anymore. Or delicate. Or a flower for that matter.
She is a woman with needs.
She spoke to Dr. Black the other day and it was one of the most awkward conversation she had in ages. The cringe was worth it. She learned what she wanted to know.
Her sight fell on the clock again. Almost six.
She dimmed the lights in living room. A bunch of candles were put around making the room a lot more cozy. Soft jazz music was playing in the background. She was wearing a fitting black dress, the one which she bought ages ago and never had a chance to wear.
Everything looked nice. Romantic even. She was never the person to enjoy this romantic crap, however Jane seemed to love it.
She wanted to surprise him.
Sure, she had doubts. A lot of them actually. She tried to push them away as best as she could.
It´s been three months for God´s sakes.
There is this rule about three dates and all of that. Yet she knew Jane was never one to follow any kind of rules except his own. If he believed she was not ready -physically - there was not much she could do. Maybe he was right. Maybe if it wasn´t for that damned respiratory infection she caught in the middle of her recovery, things could be different.
It was a huge set back, everything considered. It made him even more concerned and worried about her health and well-being.
He didn´t take any chances. Literally.
But she is fine know. Even the Dr. Black gave them an awkward green light.
She was in the kitchen, heating the dinner when he came back home.
She could hear his slow footsteps. She bit her lip.
"Teresa...?"
"In kitchen," she called after him, her heart racing.
"Hey," he said once he reached the kitchen. She had to suppress a smile once she saw his expression. He did not expect this one bit.
"Hey yourself," she said back.
He was staring at her, a curious look on his face. She swallowed hard. "Too much?"
He shook his head. "Not at all."
"I wanted to surprise you," she admitted. His stare changed. He became serious all of sudden.
"You managed just that," he replied, making his way to her. "It is beautiful. You´re beautiful," he whispered, "Thank you."
"Don´t mention it," she said, unable to stop blushing, "You hungry?"
He nodded.
They´ve set the table in the living room together in a comfortable silence.
Jane was awfully silent through the whole dinner, which was not something Lisbon was used to. She tried opening any kind of conversation that came up to her mind. As a reward, she got a one word answers. Yes. No. Perhaps. That was not what she expected.
"I spoke to Dr. Black the other day," she spoke casually after any other initial openings failed.
"Oh? You did?"
"Yeah."
He gave her a quick look. She couldn´t quite decipher his expression, yet she was sure he knew what was the conversation about.
"Good," he replied.
He wasn´t eating - more like playing with his food.
"Patrick," she muttered after watching him for a while.
"Yes my dear?" he asked.
"I´m fine."
"I know," he replied with a sigh.
"You are not hungry?"
"Uh, I am. It´s delicious -"
Lisbon stood up. She made his way to him and kissed the corner of his lips. He shivered.
"I love you Patrick," she whispered.
"Teresa..."
"I am fine."
She could see the hesitation in his eyes. Hesitation and longing.
"We can eat later," she whispers.
He nodded.
She took his hand gently, forcing him to stand up. He was still silent while she guided him to their bedroom. And remained silent when started kissing his neck lovingly.
"Teresa...wait...,"
"No," she stated simply, unable to wait anymore.
"But -"
"We waited long enough, don´t you think?" she mumbled between kisses.
"True," he whispered, still trying to resist her.
It was a lost fight from the beginning.
"I don´t want to hurt you," he whispered, still trying to resist.
"You won´t," she replied resolutely.
He nodded, breathing hard. She wasn´t the only one with needs.
He kissed her, leisurely, slowly, savoring her sweet taste. It was intoxicating. He felt every nerve of his body tingling.
It´s been so long...
Too long.
He was so ready. Ready and terrified.
Suddenly, she stopped kissing him. He looked into her eyes and saw what she was as ready as he. Maybe even more. And once she uttered those words, words that made his heart race at an unreasonable rate, he couldn´t contain himself anymore.
"Make love to me Patrick."
He swallowed hard.
"I will," he whispered back, whisking her up and making her squeal a little.
He placed her on the bed, gently. Slowly.
Her dress was quickly discharged.
She was laying there all naked in front of him, smiling seductively and he nearly lost it. He had no idea how his clothes were ripped off of by her, yet it was a swift process. Soon, they laid together, side by side, naked and in love. He hissed when her tiny hand reached the most sensitive part of his body. And when the gentle stroking started, he nearly came.
He grabbed her hand.
She chuckled. "Don´t."
"T´resa...I -"
"Shh," she mumbled and got up. Suddenly, he could feel her hair tickling his underbelly.
"Close your eyes," she commanded.
He didn´t want to, yet he obeyed.
He wasn´t ready for what she had prepared for him.
"Oh, God..." he muttered through gritted teeth.
Her mouth was so soft. Warm. She was killing him. He was at her mercy. Literally. It became too much, too soon.
He grabbed her hand once more, silently begging for her to stop.
But she didn´t.
"N..no," he mumbled, "Wait...!"
Lisbon stopped. She was looking at him with an amused and smug expression.
"What is it Patrick?"
He swallowed hard.
"I...I don´t know how long -"
She just smiled before continuing her torture.
Things went quickly from there. All the denial, fear and worries were forgotten. He arched himself upwards, moaning and fighting the need to release. And when it became entirely too much, he moved. Quickly. He whisked her up once again, moving her underneath him. The look on her face was priceless. He could feel just how ready she was.
He pushed his middle finger inside her wet, warm core.
She squirmed and turned underneath him, but he was stronger.
His left hand covered both of hers, making her unable to move.
Unable to stop him.
"Patrick...!" she pleaded, but he was not going to stop now.
It was when her moans turned into helpless cries and mumbles that he decided to stop and change the game.
He entered her with one swift stroke, emitting a loud moan from both of them.
He wasn´t sure how long it took them to find their release. It felt like ages. It felt amazing. It´s been so long, for both of them.
Her eyes were open, gazing into his the whole time.
He knew she was on the verge and so was he.
Increasing his pace, Jane quickly drove them to climax.
It was intense.
Mind-blowing.
Amazing.
Unforgettable.
He felt powerless. Boneless. His head spun.
He collapsed beside her, breathing hard and fast. For a moment, his mind went blank. The only image in his head was Lisbon. The only sound was her own rapid breathing.
He glanced at her. Her eyes were closed this time, one of her hands resting on her chest.
"Teresa..." he said worriedly. Her breathing was worrying him.
"I´m fine," she muttered, knowing him better than anyone. "Just catching my breath."
"Breathe in," he said calmly, slowly. "Deep breaths, in and out..."
She nodded, following his advice.
Her breathing calmed eventually.
"Thank you," she whispered.
He placed a soft kiss on her bare shoulder instead answering. A small smile appeared on her lips. She turned to face him, face blushed and hair damp. "That was...amazing."
"It truly was," he replied, answering her intense stare with a stare of his own.
"We should have done this a lot sooner."
Jane chuckled. She was probably right. "We have all the time in the world to make up for it," he said with a subtle smile.
"I´ll take your word for it."
They stayed in the silence for a while, together, her head resting on his chest. She was slowly drifting away to sleep, he could tell.
"You have no idea what you mean to me," he whispered quietly.
Her hand trailed into his wild curls. "Same here," she whispered back.
He waited before she was asleep and carefully entangled himself from her sleeping self. Quietly, he put on his boxers shorts and left the room. He made his way into the living room. There was something he had to take care of. He blew all the candles as a safety precaution and turned off the CD player. Done that, he went back to their bedroom. Hesitating for a moment, he stood there watching Lisbon sleep.
At least he thought she was sleeping.
"Get back in here," she muttered, lifting the cover up for him. He chuckled. She was still naked.
After shedding his boxers, he did as she told him.
She snuggled up against him as soon as she could.
It was way too soon for them to go to sleep, however he felt emotionally drained. In a good way. It´s been years since he felt like this. So, a little rest was more than welcomed.
He let her calm breathing and memories from this night lull him to sleep.
"I love you," he whispered one more time before the world went black.
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