Homeward Bound
Chapter 10
Coward, she thought.
Agent Lisbon looked out of her living-room window, watching the sun disappear behind the horizon.
Why had she run?
He had done nothing she hadn´t fantasized about. He had won the fight fair and honest- she chuckled. She had tried to beat him at his own game and found that she couldn´t- he was the master, nobody could best him.
When he had jumped her in her office she had almost lost her mind- it had been…amazing, raw, hot, and now her hunger for him felt like an addiction. She couldn´t let him go. She needed to have him. So why had she fled, scared, insecure, like a teenaged girl unable to handle the passion of the beast?
She felt so incompetent- she´d always been more of a tomboy, seduction was not her specialty, she wasn´t much when it came to female enchantment. She smiled. No problem for Patrick Jane, though- he was the perfect enticer, so alluring he had her blood boiling in no time.
So, what now? Would she deny herself the sweets because she didn´t know if she could digest them, or would she indulge her craving?
She went to her bedroom and undressed. She watched her reflection in the mirror, carefully stroking her skin. She was small- everything about her. Not voluptuous, not overtly feminine. She sighed. She was sure as hell completely different from Jane´s beautiful, irresistible wife. But he wanted her- didn´t he? She wanted him. Why was she so stupid? Why had she run when he was hers for the taking?
She was tired of games. She simply wanted to sleep in his arms- after hours of exhausting sex, of course. She chuckled. When Patrick Jane had proven one thing over the last few days, it was that her libido was completely intact.
But she felt more. She loved him. And she owed him the honesty. She couldn´t escape this thing between them. So she would stop playing. And start to behave like an adult. An adult who wanted it all.
She sighed again.
So what now?
She opened her closet and donned a simple white t-shirt with a plunging neckline. Then she put on a skirt. Short, pink, soft, the material flowing around her body like liquid.
No underwear.
XXMentalistXX
The moon was full, its silvery light cast mysterious shadows over Jane´s porch.
He sat in his deck chair, wrapped up in a blanket, a cup of tea next to him. A hug in a cup. Exactly what he needed right now.
The loneliness was back, consuming him slowly from the inside, and his frustration was a palpable presence.
She had loved him. When he´d been her first thought after a bullet had almost lacerated her thigh. When she had smiled at him after she came out of anesthesia. She had loved him then.
So why did she run away like a frightened little animal?
Was it possible that she didn´t love him like that? Maybe she just wanted a friend, not a lover- no, that wasn´t possible. She had tried to drive him insane (and almost managed) with this lacy red instrument of torture. And she ´d been so responsive when he´d…
He took a deep breath. Why had he stopped? He could have gone the whole nine yards then. But he hadn´t, because he had wanted to tease her. And now he ached for her, through and through. Now he was lonely and miserable and longed to be held. He wanted to belong. But she had pushed him away.
He sighed. He was so tired of their cat-and-mouse game. Tomorrow he would go to her and tell her that he loved her. That he wanted her, that next to her was the only place in the whole wide world where he felt at home- the only place where he wanted to be. And that he would solve millions of cases, no matter how boring, just to make her happy. And he would just hope that she could love him back.
"Meh, Lisbon," he called out to the ocean and to a woman who wasn´t there," how am I supposed to show you how much I love you when you run away from me?"
He sighed- when he suddenly heard a voice behind him that made his manhood swell in seconds.
"This time I won´t run."
Sorry, it´s short…but it´s a good cliffhanger :D. Next chapter tomorrow. Thanks for your feedback! It´s wonderful to know that you like it so far…