Author's Note: This is the long-awaited M chapter. If that's not your thing, you can duck out when the clothes start to come off. You won't miss any plot, just Jane and Lisbon testing the Airstream's shock absorbers a bit. :) Plot, such as it is, resumes next chapter. Either way, thanks for reading!
Chapter 8
Lisbon is a truly talented hugger. How have I never realized that before? She's tiny pressed up against me, but her graceful arms are strong enough to hold me up, squeezing me tightly. Almost as if she's afraid to let me go.
A dog barks nearby, reminding us both that we're out in the open. I pull back reluctantly, catching Lisbon's hand to pull her toward the door.
"My stuff," she says, looking over her shoulder. I follow her gaze and realize she's got a large duffle bag and two big suitcases with her, probably holding all the clothes she owns. She didn't take much else to DC; the FBI paid for Pike's relocation but not hers due to some ridiculous bureaucratic rule, so she left her furniture and things in storage here. I think their plan was to buy a house eventually and then retrieve her things when they had more rooms to furnish.
"Moving in?" I ask, grinning like a madman.
"Well," she says, adorably uncertain under her teasing tone, "I guess I could get a hotel room."
"Would you prefer that? I'll spring for a luxury suite," I offer. I know she's not a fan of my Airstream, so her willingness to consider staying in it for any length of time is a testament to either love or desperation.
"No." She shakes her head as she turns to grab the nearest suitcase. It must weigh about as much as she does, so I gently take it from her and drag it toward the door.
"You pack the Washington Monument in here?" I ask, only half kidding.
"Just pieces of it." She rolls her eyes as she grabs the other one, slinging the duffel over her shoulder.
We spend the next few minutes getting her luggage inside and figuring out where to stow it. Lisbon, ever the practical soul, packed her immediate necessities in the duffel, so that's the only thing she needs tonight.
When that's done and the door is closed and locked, I turn to face her, and we smile tentatively at each other. It's suddenly awkward.
"Do you need some time?" I ask her, reaching out to stroke her hair and slide the shorter strands through my fingers. Though the short hair is attractive, as I always knew it would be, I can't help hoping she'll grow it out again. I'm a creature of habit, so my impulse will always be to want things the way they used to be. I want to push a reset button and make it so the last three months never happened.
But they did, and she woke up this morning in a home she shared with another man.
"No," she says softly. "We've lost too much time already." One corner of her mouth quirks up. "Which I expect you to make up to me since it was your fault."
"Hey," I protest, "I told you to do what made you happy. It's not my fault you made a mistake."
"I made the best decision I could with the available information," she retorts. "You were the one holding out."
"Yeah," I admit, sighing. "Yeah, okay, that one's on me."
She smiles, looking at me so lovingly it takes my breath away. Then she lifts a hand to stroke my cheek, her gaze turning thoughtful. "Do you need some time?"
"Me?" I'm taken completely by surprise for the second time tonight.
"Yeah. I know you weren't expecting me. Do you...want me to go to a hotel?"
"No!" I clutch at her shoulders to hold her in place. I never want to be without her again. I won't be able to sleep if she goes, and even if I do, I'm afraid I'll wake up and think it's all a dream.
"We don't have to, um, do anything you're not ready for," she begins, then bites her lip, glancing up at me uncertainly. "We can just sleep. It's late."
I feel a grin spread over my face and hope it's sexy rather than goofy. "Oh no you don't. You can't show up on my doorstep in the middle of the night with all your baggage and look at me with those doe eyes and plump, wet lips and play the innocent. You came here for sex, Teresa. And because I love you to the point of madness, you can have it. That, and anything else you want."
"I didn't come here for sex," she protests.
"Then what did you come for?" I shouldn't tease her, but I can't help it.
She bites her lip again, and I lean down to soothe it with my tongue. "You came here for love," I whisper against her mouth. "And love you shall have. In abundance."
Our mouths fuse together, tongues sliding against each other, and I move my hands slowly down her back until I can cup her ass and pull her flush against me. She hums in approval at the evidence of my desire and begins wriggling out of her jacket.
"Hm mm," I protest into her mouth, stopping her hands. She makes a little noise of disappointment and tries to pull away, but I lean heavily into the kiss and strip her jacket off in one smooth move.
Nice to know I haven't forgotten everything.
Lisbon retaliates by attacking my shirt buttons, since I had taken my jacket off when I got home. We spend a pleasant few minutes undressing each other as I walk us toward my bed, giggling when we bump into things. We have to stop kissing to laugh when I nearly topple us both over as I toe off my shoes to get rid of the pants around my ankles.
"Not the slick seduction you were expecting?" I ask as I slide her bra down her arms, taking one last glance at her face before I ogle her naked breasts. I've wanted to see those for years. They are worth the wait.
"I only want you to be honest with me," she gasps out as I bend down to place a kiss between her breasts, followed by a little lick. Her skin is salty; she sweated today. Not surprising given that she hauled approximately two tons of luggage from DC to here. I hate the thought of her struggling with it by herself. I'm going to do my best to see that she never has to struggle with anything again.
"I can do that," I tell her. And then, as I sprinkle little kisses around her breasts everywhere but where she really wants me to, I add, "I love you. I never intended to. Never thought I could. But you showed me I hadn't buried my heart after all. I'll always adore you for that."
She thrusts her hands into my hair, scraping her nails along my scalp. I can smell her arousal and it goes straight to the most primitive part of my brain, so I slip my hand inside her cotton panties and dip a finger into her. She gasps a little, then pants lightly as I withdraw my hand and bring it to my mouth, sucking her juices off my finger.
"You're delicious," I tell her, my voice deep and rough with arousal. "Oh, I'm never going to get enough of you."
"My turn," she breathes, reaching for my boxers and gently maneuvering them over my full erection. Then she takes me in hand, and I let out a strangled yelp at the feel of her strong little fingers squeezing and stroking.
"I'm, uh, on the edge," I manage to choke out.
"Hmmm," Lisbon muses, her eyes never leaving my cock. "I know it's been a while. If we take care of you first, think you'll be up for an encore?"
"I have no idea," I have to admit. I didn't have any desire for a repeat with Lorelei, and I was much younger the last time Angela and I indulged in a marathon. I don't actually know what my body will do.
Lisbon smiles reassuringly at me. "I'm not going to complain, whatever happens. Okay? I love you. And I know what you've been through."
Dammit, I don't want her making allowances for me in the bedroom. She's had so much to put up with on the job; she shouldn't have to be patient at home too. "I love you," I say hoarsely. "I'll do my best for you."
"I know you will." Her smile turns mischievous. "I've always fantasizedl about your hands, anyway. So I'll take my chances."
That's my Lisbon.
It feels surreal as she sinks to her knees in front of me, and when she tilts her head to run her tongue along the underside of my cock, I have to close my eyes and count backwards from twenty in German to keep from coming there and then.
I haven't even dared to fantasize about this. It didn't seem right, somehow, or likely. I always figured Lisbon would be aggressive and demanding, given her habit of command. But I should have factored in her generous, nurturing side.
It's all over in an embarrassingly short time, but Lisbon doesn't seem disappointed as she gets to her feet, my semen dripping down the valley between her breasts, where she cradled me as I cried out in warning. She's so unbearably sexy I can hardly believe I'm not dreaming.
Then she shimmies out of her panties and sits down on the bed, scooting back. "Okay," she says. "Now you can impress me."
I grin. As much as I want to get my mouth between her legs, I have a long, long list of places to explore first. I crawl over her, admiring the fan of her hair against my sheets, then kiss her mouth gently, thoroughly. "Thank you," I whisper.
She smiles. "I don't do that for just anybody, you know."
I kiss her again, because I was consciously trying not to wonder if she'd treated Pike to that delirious pleasure. Then I randomly kiss along her collarbone and along the sides of her breasts, ignoring the rosy nipples straining for my attention.
I burrow my nose into her armpits, making her squirm. "Ticklish?"
"Jane, that's gross. I've had a long day," she protests. "I smell."
"You smell like you," I say. "Did you know smell is the sense connected most directly to memory?" I nuzzle the soft skin of her underarm, sniffing. She used a baby powder scented deodorant this morning; there's a faint trace of it still. "It's not gross to me. It's basic, primal. The scent of my mate."
She lets out a brief, high chuckle. "Don't expect me to sniff your armpits anytime soon."
I make a bet with myself that I can get her to do so. Lisbon is used to casual sex, and her relationship with Pike was superficial at best. She doesn't know how intense, how primal sex can be between two people whose hearts are mated for life. I'm going to make it my mission to peel away her civilized persona and get to the hungry animal heart of her. She will be safe with me, so she doesn't have to conceal anything. I'll prove it to her. Maybe not tonight, but soon.
She's shifting restlessly beneath me, her arousal in danger of souring into frustration. I fasten my mouth to her breast, sucking powerfully, and she arches up with a startled cry. Using my hand to stimulate her other breast, I lick and nip and growl until she's making little keening cries. She's on the verge, and I feel a surge of pride and love.
One of her hands sneaks down between her legs, and I clasp it in mine, pulling it away. No, you don't, naughty girl, I think, smiling wickedly at her. That's my job.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I put my mouth back on her nipple, covering just the tip and sucking lightly. Then, slowly, I pull my lips away and replace them with my teeth, just grazing her.
Lisbon lets out a sob, not seeming to realize it, her eyes still fixed on mine. I grin at her, winking.
Then I bite down.
She arches her back and screams, coming so hard she nearly throws me off her. I use my weight to pin her down and soothe her nipple with my tongue, then kiss her shoulder gently, stretching up to reach her jawline. She's rubbing herself against me, prolonging her orgasm; I can feel the hard nub of her clitoris amid the hot wet flesh pressing against my lower stomach.
"Beautiful," I whisper.
"God, Jane," she gasps. "I should have spent more time fantasizing about your mouth."
I have to chuckle. "Well, you will now."
"Damn straight," she sighs, relaxing until she's limp. I'm careful not to rest my whole weight on her, letting her recover a little despite my euphoria at the return of my erection, hopefully with more staying power this time.
I kiss her lips again, then roll off her to lie on my side.
"Well, look who's back," Lisbon coos, smiling at my stiff cock.
"Neither of us can stay away from you," I say. I splay my hand on her stomach, amazed at how much of it I cover. Then, slowly, I move lower until I can scratch lightly at her springy tight curls and then finally slide my fingers along her plump labia. She's very wet, and I work three fingers into her with only slight resistance. She's tight, but she's relaxed from her orgasm and dripping wet, so I'm confident it won't be uncomfortable for her.
"On the pill, sweetheart?" I ask. It's too soon for babies, or possibly too late, but either way tonight is not the night.
"Yes," she breathes, watching my face with glowing eyes.
"Do you want me to use a condom?" I ask, still massaging her with my fingers. There's a slight roughening about halfway up, and I focus on rubbing that, making her breathing speed up.
"Do you have one?" she retorts, obviously knowing I don't.
"No."
"Then stop asking stupid questions. I've been careful," she tells me.
I grin, kissing the tip of her nose. "Until now."
"You always make me want to break the rules," she says, her voice hitching a little.
I turn my hand inside her, making her groan and then suck in a deep breath, so I can rub the pad of my thumb on the end of her clit. Lisbon closes her eyes and arches her hips up, trying to bring my fingers deeper inside. A little waggling, a little rubbing, and she comes again, not as violently this time.
I stroke her gently as she comes back down, then suck the liquid from my fingers, humming with pleasure. She watches me from under half-closed lids, half dazed with pleasure, as I hover over her, teasing her entrance with the tip of my aching cock. "Ready, love?"
"Past ready," she says, managing to put an edge into her tone despite her utterly relaxed state.
I slide in about an inch, then stop. She's closed her eyes, smiling, but they flutter open when I pause. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just want you to look at me while we make love for the first time," I tell her. "This isn't sex. This is a mating. Tell me you know that."
"I know," she says solemnly. "I've wanted this so long. I'm not taking it lightly."
"Good." I smile. "Hang on tight."
I slide all the way in with one powerful stroke, pushing up against the bottom of her. Lisbon's eyes go wide, and she wraps all four limbs around me, her heels resting against my ass.
I pause, closing my eyes to better focus on the sensation of being fully embedded in the woman I love. I never thought I'd have this again. I didn't think I was capable, and then I didn't think I'd ever have the chance. But here we are. By some miracle, we've found our way to each other after all. And now that we have, the wrong turns along the way don't matter. From here, we travel together, so the road will always be the right one.
I feel Lisbon's fingertips on my cheeks, but it's only when I open my eyes that I realize I'm weeping. She's frowning in concern. "Are you okay?"
"I'm good," I say hoarsely. "I'm great."
She leans up to kiss me, and I groan at the change in angle. Fiery arousal lights up all my nerve endings, and I begin to move, tentatively at first but then harder and faster at Lisbon's urging.
"I'm your lover," I gasp out. "And you're mine."
Lisbon beams at me, looking a little misty herself. "Yes. You're mine. Finally."
"Say my name," I ask, the intensity of her body surrounding me verging on overwhelming.
"Jane," she says affectionately.
"The other one," I clarify.
Lisbon smiles. Then, as if she's sharing a salacious secret, she leans up and touches her lips to my ear. "Patrick."
"Teresa," I groan, and then I explode inside her, burying my face in her neck as I gush for what feels like a minor eternity.
Well, damn. I wanted her to come again. I shift my hips, still inside her, nudging experimentally. She shakes her head, sliding her legs down the back of mine. "I'm good," she assures me. "That was perfect. I loved being able to feel you inside me without chasing an orgasm."
My brain emptied itself about the same time my cock did, so I can't tell if she's humoring me. I decide to let it go. I'll make it up to her later. In the morning.
I yawn, rolling off her and sliding out of her with an undignified plopping sound. Lisbon quickly settles herself against my side, pushing me over a bit so she isn't lying in the wet spot and throwing her leg across both of mine.
I should get up and clean us up, but I'm wrung out. Lisbon lays her palm over my heart and smiles against my neck, seemingly content, so I give up on the idea. Instead, I move my hand up and down her back, listening to her breathing slow in tandem with mine. When I hear hers change and realize she's asleep, I let go and surrender too, hoping this is the night I'll dream about.
