Chapter 10
"Teresa? Woman, are you not done yet?" Jane poked his blonde head around the doorjamb and grinned at her. Grinning back, Lisbon followed the expression by uncharacteristically sticking her tongue out.
"No, I'm not done yet. It's called work. You know, that thing that the team and I come here every day to do, while you lay on the couch and watch?"
"Meh. Someone has to supervise." Jane ducked as Lisbon flung a wad of paper at him. "Not that you don't do a fine job, m'dear."
"Sure, backpedal away, Patrick. You know I have handcuffs, right? Along with authority to use deadly force?"
"Idle threats. You'd never hurt me. You love me too much. Right? Teresa?" Jane risked peeking around the door again at the lack of response, narrowly missing the second paper wad that Lisbon threw, having snuck from her desk to the other side of the door. Dodging nimbly, Jane grabbed Lisbon's arms and yanked her around to face him.
"Dirty pool, Teresa. That wasn't very nice, you know."
"Oh, and you're the poster child for playing by the rules, is that it?"
"Never said that, but now that you mention it….." Jane swiveled them so that Lisbon was between him and the doorjamb, pressing her against the cold metal, tipping her chin up with his thumb and taking her mouth with his. Lisbon sank into the kiss, arching into him and shoving her hands deep into his blond curls, pulling his head closer as she tangled her tongue with his. At length, she broke contact, gasping.
"Patrick, we can't, we're at work, someone might…" He silenced her with another kiss, shorter but no less erotic.
"There's no one else here, my love. In case you haven't noticed, it's late. Most sane people are at home." He smiled at Lisbon's indignant snort.
"Well, this insane person has work to do and a killer to catch. And …"
"And that killer is not losing sleep, so neither should you be." Jane finished.
Lisbon eyed him for a minute, then responded. "I know that, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let up. Now, move, and let me get back to work. I'll be done soon, I promise. Why don't you go on home?"
Jane tightened his grip, pinning her against the door facing. "Nah. I was having too much fun distracting you." Bending, he kissed her again, sliding his hands down and easing up the long skirt she'd worn for the day. As his hands found the hem, he allowed the fabric to slip back over his hands, concealing them somewhat as he traced the soft skin of Lisbon's thighs, then moved to caress her ass, stopping in surprise when he felt only silky flesh. Jane leaned back, training his gaze on Lisbon's face.
"Teresa? Where are your..?" Lisbon's face was flaming.
"I didn't wear any." He was barely able to hear her. Rather charming, she still got embarrassed around him.
"Mmm. Long, very professional skirt, no underwear. Naughty, naughty, Teresa. You planning to make this a habit?" Jane eased her face up, her eyes finally meeting his. The mix of bashful and erotic made her face a study in contradictions.
"I hadn't really thought about it."
"Maybe you should." Jane pulled Lisbon into the office, shutting and locking the door behind them, slanting the blinds closed and flipping the lights off so that she was illuminated only by the dim light of her desk lamp. He turned to face her again, making fast work of his vest and the buttons on his blue dress shirt, pulling it from his waistband as he moved in her direction. Lisbon felt her mouth go dry at the sight of his bared chest. Even after all the time they'd been together, it still amazed her how incredibly well-formed he was. He moved within reach, and she extended her arms, running her hands over his skin, sliding them around under the unbuttoned shirt to caress his back. Impatiently, Jane shed the vest and shirt, allowing them to fall to the floor, unmindful of the wrinkles in the fine silk. Jerking her against him roughly, he slammed his mouth on hers, his tongue invading fiercely, plundering until he felt her sag against him.
Pulling back, Jane ran his hands up Lisbon's torso, sliding under the insides of her arms and pushing them up. Grasping the hem of her stretchy T-shirt, he whipped it over her head, then paused to admire her, before retracing his movements, smoothing his hands over her breasts where they swelled over the top of her bra. He ran his hands to her back, searching for the clasp, only to find that there was only smooth satin. Jane looked at Lisbon curiously, then grinned when she flicked the front closure open and allowed her breasts to spill free, shrugging her shoulders and dropping the lingerie to the floor. He moved to touch her, handling the tender flesh almost reverently, pausing only to kiss or suckle in turns.
Lisbon leaned her head back, giving him better access until she could take no more. Moving her hands from where they had been tangled in Jane's hair, she began the process of unfastening the Italian silk suit trousers he wore, Jane helping her until the pants joined the growing mound of clothing on the floor, followed by Lisbon's skirt and Jane's shoes and socks. She moved towards the sofa, intending to pull him after, but was stopped.
"Uh-uh, Teresa. My way this time. Turn around." She complied. "Bend over and put your hands on the desk." Again, she did as he said, feeling his shaft probing behind her as he moved to stand between her spread legs. Jane leaned over her, covering her back with his body, and hissed in her ear.
"Every time you sit at this desk from now on, I want you to think of this," he reached around to stroke her, sliding his hands over her breasts and belly. "And this." He moved to tease the sensitive nub at the juncture of her thighs. "And this." She gasped as he slid into her. Jane continued the torture on her senses, feeling her skin pebble under his and hearing the gasping moans as he pounded into her. Keeping one arm around her for support, he knotted the other in her long hair. Pulling her head back, but careful not to hurt her, he growled low in her ear. "Every time, Teresa, every time. Understand?" She nodded. "Good girl." He pulled himself from her, earning a groan from Lisbon before he lifted her, carrying her across the office and depositing her on the sofa she'd tried to lead him to earlier, laying her down and covering her, sliding into her again.
Lisbon let out a hiss of pleasure before leaning up to kiss him, copying the assault he'd waged on her mouth earlier, until the need for air caused her to break contact, falling back against the leather. Jane moved his hands under Lisbon's ass, tilting her hips up and allowing him to penetrate deeper, rewarded by a keening groan. He looked at her flushed face, her eyes dark with passion, and grinned.
"Good?" A nod was all she could manage before her eyes shut and she threw her head back, another half-scream ripping from her throat. She was close. "Teresa? Open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see you when you come." Her eyes slowly opened, glazed and unfocused. Jane tilted her up higher and thrust into her again and again, watching the pupils of her eyes dilate further until she let go with a shriek that made him thank the gods they were alone. He followed a scant second after her, with a roar that wasn't much quieter, feeling her go limp under him. He eased himself to lay beside her, pulling the throw that was draped across the back of the couch down over their sweaty skin.
They lay quietly, only the ragged sound of their combined breathing breaking the silence, until Lisbon spoke.
"That was…wow, I don't know what that was." Jane grinned again, kissing her cheek.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Yeah, and thanks a lot." Lisbon poked his ribs with a finger, making him jump in surprise.
"Ow, woman! What was that for?"
"For ruining my office. How do you expect me to come in here and work now? Every time I go to sit at my desk, this is all I'm going to think about!" Lisbon did her best to look indignant, but the effort was spoiled by the answering grin on her face. Jane leaned to kiss her; she raised her face to meet his.
"Well, that was the idea, you know. Of course, if you ever are working, and you decide you need me to refresh your memory, I'd be only too happy to oblige."
"Oh, I have no doubt." Lisbon rolled to her side, sliding one silky leg over his hip and kissing him deeply again. "Come on."
"Where're we going?"
"Home. I may need you to remind me why I like my kitchen table so much again." With one last kiss, she stood, gathering their clothes from the heap on the floor, and handing his over. They dressed in companionable silence, then exited the office together and waited for the elevator, leaving the CBI in Jane's Citroen, which they had ridden together in that morning.
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"Morning, Patrick." Lisbon set Jane's tea on the bathroom counter as he toweled off.
"Good morning, my love." He leaned down to kiss her. "Ready to go already?"
"Yeah, do you mind driving yourself today? I want to get an early start?"
"Not at all. You want your usual for breakfast?"
"Sounds great." she raised herself to her toes to kiss him again. "See you there."
"See you. Teresa?"
"Mmm?" She turned back.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
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Jane arrived at CBI a half hour later, coffee and breakfast in hand. He greeted the team, who were already there, and set the food on the small table in the kitchenette.
"Morning, all. Where's Teresa?"
"I haven't seen her, but her office door is closed. I figured she didn't want to be bothered. I'll go get her and tell her breakfast is here." Grace rose from her desk.
Jane turned to the coffeemaker, decanting a mug of boiling water for his tea. Behind him, Cho unpacked the breakfast and doled out the coffee cups.
"Oh, great, blueberry-filled!" Rigsby reached for the doughnut box, his hand stopping in midair as Grace's shrill scream rent the air. The three men raced to where she had headed before, finding her frozen to the spot outside Lisbon's office.
"Oh-oh my God, oh my God!" Grace was chalky pale, her lips bloodless. Rigsby gently moved her over, trying to see what the cause of all the distress was.
"Grace? Baby, move over so I can…." Jane watched as both Cho and Rigsby's faces turned ashen. He moved behind them to see.
The crash of the teacup hitting the floor broke through Grace's sobs. Cho grabbed for Jane as Rigsby held Grace, the four never moving from the spot.
There, on Lisbon's office wall, a childish, bloody red smiley face greeted them.
A/N- Already working on the next chapter. If reviews are positive, I'll post later today or tomorrow. Let me know what you think!