DISCLAIMER: The usual not mine, just playing with them spiel.
A/N: :O I know I said I wouldn't be posting this weekend but my brain seems to have other ideas.
You might also notice that the rating has been changed to M. It's not quite M in my opinion, but I figured better safe than sorry.
It's not every long but this is for all of you that have been complaining that I'm a tease. I know it's unfair that I stick them in situations with so much potential for smut and then make them behave, but I'm in no great hurry to have them up against walls, so to speak. I just don't think it would be realistic for the characters. You will however start to see their boundaries slipping.
Enjoy!
It's still dark when she wakes and it takes her a moment to remember that they fell asleep on the couch.
She's underneath Jane again, pinned comfortably by his weight. She's starting to think that he shifts them like this so he can be sure that she'll still be there in the morning.
As her brain clears she starts to take account of individual details. His cheek pressed against hers, rough and unshaven. His arms tucked underneath her back, holding her to him even as his chest presses down against hers. Her arms around him, both hands tucked under his dress shirt for warmth.
Her legs are spread, one bent up against the back of the couch, the other stretched to tangle with his. His hips are cradled by hers and he's pressed snugly against her, warm and rock hard.
She blinks a few times with a slight shake of her head.
Whoa, rewind. She thinks, telling her brain to slow down. She re-evaluates and if a slight shift of her hips doesn't confirm that Jane is indeed aroused, then his answering grunt accompanied by his own shifting hips certainly does.
Her first thought is that this will be another conversation that they can add to the growing list of things they need to talk about. Actually, if she's honest with herself, that wasn't her first thought, it was closer to her fourth.
Her first wasn't so much a thought, it was more an involuntary 'Oh god, that's nice.' followed quickly by a shuddering rush of heat traveling down her spine to settle between her thighs, an eager response to the hardness pressed there.
The second was a 'Thank god he's still asleep.' as she releases the breath she's holding.
And the third was 'Damn, when was the last time I had a man between my legs?' interrupted by the loud ringing of Jane's cell as it vibrates across the table, teetering on the edge and falling to the ground.
He pulls an arm from underneath her, stretching to silence the fallen cell, a movement which causes him to grind pleasurably against her.
She groans unintentionally and he opens his eyes, lifting his head to look at her.
"Sorry Lisbon. It happens sometimes. Give it a minute and it'll go away." He says with a tilt of his head and a slight shrug of his shoulders, brushing it off as if it's no big deal.
He looks at his phone then and tosses it back on the table. "Telemarketers." He scoffs.
He snuggles back down against her, cheek beside hers, arm sliding under her back.
"Alarm's not set to go off for another hour, go back to sleep." He says, pressing against her again as he gets comfortable.
She bites her lip, fighting another moan and thinks seriously about grabbing her gun and shooting him. He's acting like waking up hard, pressed between her thighs is a regular occurrence. And what does she do? Nothing, she just lays there enjoying it. Hell, she should shoot herself too.
She lies there silently, wide awake as thoughts bounce around her brain, back and forth like ping pong balls.
Her cramps from that evening are replaced by a whole different type of tension, one that leaves her body taut, the need for release dizzying.
"Jane?" She asks, hoping he's still awake. "It's not going-?"
"Down? No." He replies, sheepishly.
"Umm..." She pauses, trying to figure out what to say. "It's kind of distracting."
He chuckles then, turning his head into her neck. "Yeah? Tell me about."
She lies frozen for a moment, stunned as the intimacy of the situation hits her.
"Maybe you should uh ... take care of it?" She suggests, leaving her words wide open to interpretation.
"Probably a good idea, I don't think either of us are going to get back to sleep." He agrees.
She feels him grin against her neck and is entirely unprepared for the quick thrust he presses against her. "I'll go do that." He says, placing a kiss behind her ear as he untangles himself from her and stands.
She watches as he grabs his suitcase and heads up the stairs. When she hears the shower start, she presses her fingers into her temples and groans loudly, frustrated as hell and trying to figure out how she's going to keep herself from either jumping or murdering him sometime in the near future.
A/N: After writing this I realized that it was probably even more of a tease than all those other situations.
Oops? *looks innocent*
I'm going to assume that you know the drill by now? ;D
