Sorry it's taken me so long, life got in the way. This one is pretty much smut for the sake of smut, so be warned. I'll try to get back to a plot after this. Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Lisbon rolled over and groaned. Every muscle she had ached, including ones she hadn't been aware of until that precise moment. Beside her, Jane snored softly, one arm thrown over his head, a leg crooked out from under the comforter. He was sleeping better than he had in years, and Lisbon paused a moment to smile at the thought. He looked healthier and the shadows were all but gone from under his eyes. Lisbon yawned and stretched before easing out of bed and padding across to the bathroom. After her usual morning routine, she headed down the hall to the kitchen and started assembling breakfast, amazed at the amount of food Jane had picked up from the deli. There was more food there than both of them could eat in a week.

Making a snap decision, Lisbon gathered a tray of goodies, pulled a clean pair of shorts and a tee from the laundry room and headed out the side door, key to Angel's gate in hand. Figuring to just leave the tray in the kitchen, Lisbon swung the gate and headed across the yard and up the pool deck, placing the tray on Angel's table and exiting quietly. Her efforts may as well have been for naught, she discovered. There on the same chaise she and Jane had christened the week before lay Jelly, Francois' dark head buried between her spread legs. Lisbon sucked in a breath and beat a hasty path back to the gate, looking back just in time to see Francois calmly raise his head and give her a wink. She eased the gate closed and slipped out of her damp sandals before entering her own house.

"You're awfully flushed." Jane's voice caused Lisbon to yelp in surprise "Over to see Angel?"

"I thought I'd take her and Francois breakfast."

"Oh? That was nice. They enjoy it?"

"Tough to say. Francois was already having breakfast so I didn't linger." Lisbon gave Jane an impish grin.

"Do I want to know? Oh, what the heck? What was he having?"

"I think 'who' would be the more appropriate question. I didn't see them my first pass through, but he and I definitely saw each other on the return trip."

"I see. And that would be why you looked like someone had slapped your face just now?"

"Well, it's not every day you see your best friend…like that."

"Fair enough. You hungry?"

"Famished." Lisbon grabbed two plates from the cabinet and set them on the table, feeling Jane's arms encircle her from behind and tensing as her sore muscles protested. Jane sensed this and loosened his grip.

"What's wrong, Teresa?" Concern was evident in his voice.

"Just sore. I guess I overdid it yesterday. I just hurt."

"Where? Let me see."

"It's nothing, Patrick. I'll take some Tylenol and I'll be fine. I've been more active in the last little while than I have in a long time," she grinned at him, "it's just some achy muscles."

"No. Let me see. What hurts the worst?" Jane wasn't backing down.

"My neck and my back" Lisbon conceded.

"Turn around." She complied and Jane lifted her shirt. She sensed him tense, and turned to see, noting the tight jaw and hooded gaze.

"What? What is it?"

"Me." One simple word.

"What do you mean, you? Let me look." Lisbon headed to the guest powder room and turned to look in the mirror. Jane followed her. Her eyes widened at the sight of two very prominent bluish-purple lines, one at her neck, the other midway down her back.

"I am so sorry, baby." Jane looked positively forlorn.

"You mean, when we were in Jelly's library…?" He nodded.

"I should never have slammed you into those shelves that hard." Jane stopped at the sound of Lisbon's laugh.

"First the sucker bite and now bruises. Mmm, Mr. Jane, what do you plan to do to me next?" She stepped over to stand in front of him and ran both hands up his bare chest.

"You should be mad at me."

"Maybe so, but I'm not. I rather enjoy being manhandled. You didn't hurt me. I'm sore, yes, but I would be from having this much hot sex with anyone." She punctuated the statement by whipping the thin shirt over her head. Jane's eyes glinted with relieved mirth.

"No bra? And you've been showing the goods to Cesare, haven't you? Naughty girl, Teresa. I shall have to show you what happens when my woman misbehaves." A delicious shiver coursed down Lisbon's back, and goosebumps raced over her exposed flesh. Jane palmed her bare breasts before pulling her shorts down her legs, her underwear catching and sliding down with them. He held her steady as she stepped out of the garments, then boosted her up and balanced her hips on the vanity sink.

"Patrick, what are…"

"Hush, woman! You misbehaved, now take your punishment like a big girl." Jane nudged her legs apart and stepped between her spread knees. He lifted one breast in his hand, closing his mouth around the nipple and suckling her until she keened in his ear, then repeating the process on the other side. After those ministrations, he knelt before her, spreading her wider to his gaze.

"Cesare was like this?"

"His name is Francois, and yes, but much closer."

Jane moved closer, his warm breath fanning her inner thighs and her core. Lisbon closed her eyes and tried to breathe. "And what was he doing to Angel?"

"He was…" Lisbon trailed off on a sigh as Jane's hands smoothed up her legs.

"Yes? What was he?"

Lisbon groaned at the warm air breezing across almost painfully sensitized flesh. Jane grinned, then hastily contorted his face to be stern.

"If you don't tell me, your punishment will be that much worse. Now, what was he doing to your friend?"

"He had his mouth on her."

"Ah, very good. Where?"

"On the chaise lounge where we got it on the other day."

"You know what I mean. Where was his mouth? Being impertinent won't help you." Jane punctuated this statement by nipping the inside of her left thigh with his teeth.

Lisbon hissed a breath through her teeth at the sting. Well, being a smartass was getting her nowhere. "He was going down on her. His mouth was…God, Jane, you know where his mouth was!"

"I do. About here, would you say?" A long, sloooow lick between her slick folds had both of them groaning.

"Yeah," Lisbon gasped. "There's good." Another lick, and her head fell back against the mirror with a thunk.

Jane raised his head to grin up at her, then used both hands to spread her wider and plunged his tongue inside her. A strangled scream from above him was all the enticement he needed to keep going. Fastening his lips on the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, he eased a finger inside her, replacing his tongue. Lisbon came apart under his touch, a whimpering moan and a full-body shudder giving Jane the impetus to stand and lift her off the vanity. Carrying her down the hall to her bedroom, well, their bedroom, he placed her gently in the edge of the bed. Glazed eyes returned his gaze. He grinned at her again. In a million years, he would have never guessed that he would be here, now or ever.

"See what happens when you go showing your stuff to the movie star next door?" Jane teased. Lisbon fell back against the rumpled sheets, an arm thrown over her eyes.

"Holy Mother. If that's what I get when I tell you I saw Francois going down on Jelly, I think I may embellish the story next time. Whether I actually see anything or not." She removed the arm and sat up again. "I never figured you for the jealous type, Patrick. Suppose I went skinny-dipping when I knew he'd be watching? What would that get me?"

Jane gave her a mock glare. "After I dealt with him, a darn good spanking."

"Oooh, kinky! Come here, baby." Lisbon pulled Jane closer to her by his waistband. She palmed the prominent bulge at the front of his pants before raising both hands to the waistband again and easing them down. Jane stilled her hands with his own.

"What are you doing, woman?"

"Helping you out with this." Lisbon gestured to his erection. "It's my turn to have fun."

"I thought you were doing pretty well in that department a few minutes ago…Ah, God." Jane trailed off as Lisbon's mouth closed over the head of his shaft. Her tiny hand encircled the root and began a slow but rhythmic motion, in time with the scalding suction of her lips. Her tongue rasped along the underside and she briefly let him slide free, long enough to raise her eyes to his.

"You like?"

"As if you had to ask, witch." Jane groaned again as she resumed her ministrations, licking the vein along the underside of his shaft before taking him into her mouth again. "Teresa, stop. I'm about to…stop." Lisbon shook her head.

"Give it up, Patrick. I've got you." She punctuated that statement by sucking, hard. Jane gulped, fighting his own body.

"In your mouth, then?" She nodded.

"Come for me." It was all he needed. He let go, huge, forceful jets of seed flooding Lisbon's mouth. She never flagged, taking every drop until Jane wasn't certain his knees would hold out any longer. When his vision cleared, Lisbon stood before him, still without a stitch on, twining her arms around his neck. Jane looped his arms around her waist.

"That was incredible, my love." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then broke his hold long enough to run a finger across her chin. "You missed a drop." She giggled, burying her face in his neck, then straightened up.

"I think I better get cleaned up."

"And then?

"And then you're going to feed me."

"I see. And after that?"

"After that, you're going to take me back to bed, and you're going to keep me there till I can't walk. That sound doable to you?"

"Utterly doable. What about dinner with Jelly and Francois?"

"We'll take a breather long enough for that. Now, go get breakfast. I'm starved."

"After that? I must be slipping." Jane watched Lisbon slowly turn beet red, then start to laugh.

"You're incorrigible. Go on."

"Yes, ma'am." Jane headed back to the kitchen.

Whatever the lady commands…