Thank you so much for your reviews- two chapters today, and tomorrow the story will be finished. I just hope the finale is good…
Special Thanks to Donnamur1969, who pointed me to the new season 4-trailer on Youtube- I watched this so often this morning, I can't believe it. But it's always good to see that there will be in fact a fourth season…22 days. I try to be patient.
Oh, yes: this chapter is M.
Dust
Chapter 25
When Teresa woke up, the king was gone.
She lay in his bed, and the sky outside the porthole was still black. But wait- there were stars embedded in the darkness, and a half moon looked down on her. They had left Shadow territory. She moved to get up, but every limb seemed to weigh a ton, and she simply couldn't lift a hand.
So she just lay there, feeling a faint nausea coursing through her body while the last of the adrenaline left her system. She shivered, following the tremors like little waves lapping at her numb nerve endings.
She hoped the Shadow king was gone. And she hoped Red John would be gone soon, too. His presence on the ship was like a coat of malice covering everything in the darkness he brought with him wherever he was going, his flawed mind like a flurry of insects crawling into every crevice. She shuddered.
She wished she didn't have to see him again. Ever.
xxMentalistxx
Jane stared at Red John with a feeling of hatred and disgust so deep he felt like throwing up. The killer started to come awake, and the king felt his fists clenching helplessly.
Teresa, he thought, think about Teresa. You can't kill him. But he will die.
The murderer opened his eyes and watched Jane. He looked- unremarkable. His eyes were very small, glittering with evil from within. His features were flat, his skin ghastly pale. His hair unruly, black. He looked like every other Shadow walking the face of the continent.
Red John got up, an ugly smirk on his lips, and the king felt Cho inching closer, trying to protect him from his nemesis.
Jane looked at his family's killer through a small window inside the transparent walls of his prison, perfused by the perpetual stream of water that would keep the darn sadist from breaking free.
"Patrick Jane, Faebar's beloved king", Red John snickered, "I must tell you that your late wife…"
"Stun him!", Jane interrupted briskly, and Cho followed orders swiftly and efficiently.
xxMentalistxx
When Teresa awoke again from a dreamless slumber, she felt the king's arms all around her.
"Jane?", she whispered, her voice still sluggish and awkward, "My lord?"
"Call me Patrick, woman", he growled into her ear, but she could feel the tenderness inside his voice, his large hands wandering over her skin, "and cut the 'my lord'-stuff…you're my wife, remember? I don't expect formalities from you, trust me."
Teresa smiled, turning in his arms so she was facing him, able to look into his eyes. She felt the unmistakable signs of his arousal against her abdomen and a pang of bliss jolting through her body.
"Old habits die hard, you know?", she chuckled.
"Oh yes", he quipped, "and those habits are SO old, huh? Try, though- I'm having a hard time banging somebody's brains out who keeps 'your highnessing' me all the time."
Teresa grinned at him and shivered when he covered her body with his. His kiss was so soft, thorough, got deeper every second, until he was plundering her mouth with his tongue, and she knew how much he'd feared for her life while she'd been gone.
"Are you ready for me?", he whispered against her lips, his breathing already strained with arousal, "You looked pretty pale when you blacked out on me this afternoon."
"Oh, I'm so ready for you, your….Patrick."
"That's my girl", he chuckled and continued his exploration of her warm, sexy mouth.
His hands spread her legs, probing for her wetness when she wrapped them around his waist. She was so hot and soft, drenched with the juices of her desire. He gasped when her hands found his erection, squeezing the shaft between her fingers, reveling in its uncompromising hardness. She guided him to her opening, and he felt tears prickling in his eyes. Damn, if he'd lost her…
He couldn't do tender tonight and hoped she would understand without him giving an elaborate speech.
He thrust into her with one powerful stroke, and she cried out in his arms, bucking against his hips. The sheer contact with her skin had his whole body aflame in seconds, and he started to take her, thrusts getting deeper, deeper, the base of his shaft rubbing against her clit every time he moved. His grunts were loud and urgent in her ear, she felt him rapidly lose control, and it shattered her own defenses. He extricated himself from her embrace and pushed up on his arms, his thrusts getting faster and deliciously deeper while he looked into her eyes, unfocused and glassy with ecstasy, and he knew she was oh so close now.
She grabbed his butt, feeling the tensing of his muscles with every hard stroke he gave, and came undone beneath him, the tremors of a mind-blowing orgasm starting in her toes, searing her whole system in large, crashing waves. She screamed, her body moving up into a perfect arch, hips pressing against his to receive his relentless pounding, reverberating through her core like an endless echo. She came more, and more, tensing, convulsing all around him, felt his pumping cock so deep inside her, filling every modicum of space, owning her, his rhythm was infallible, demanding her full attention, pushing her into one earth-shattering orgasm after the other.
He could taste his own release sweet and desirable on his tongue, and went at her even harder, using all his strength to give her the thorough fucking she deserved, her hands on his clenching tush urging him on. His groans got louder, louder, his voice hoarser when he felt his climax drawing closer, so close he could almost touch it, so close she brought him over the edge with a distinctive squeeze on his buttocks. He bucked against her and cried out when he gushed her core with his hot, milky cum, releasing himself into her in huge reams of balmy liquid, gasping with every new outburst that shot his seed into her. He almost collapsed when he was finished, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm vibrating around his semi-hard manhood.
He used his elbows to carry the brunt of his weight, not wanting his beloved queen to get crushed beneath him.
His lips kissed her ear, her neck, her cheeks wet with tears of lust, his breathing harsh and labored.
He lay down next to her after long minutes of exquisite tenderness and pulled her into his arms.
"Sleep", he whispered, "it will be a while until the sun comes up, and you need to rest."
She nodded and fell asleep almost immediately, his strong heartbeat loud beneath her ear.
xxMentalistxx
When they reached the point where the Lavoulin met the Eprano, Teresa, on deck like she was most of the time, recognized a tiny figure clad entirely in green waiting at the shore. She jumped down over the rail, almost giving Jane a heart attack before he briskly ordered the ships to berth.
"Father!", Teresa exclaimed and flew into the pixie king's arms.
He hugged her tightly, holding her for quite a while, hardly noticing Jane landing close by, his wings evaporating into golden mist.
"Teresa", Angus' said softly when she finally broke free from his embrace, "I had to make sure you're safe. But you look…a little bit pale, my dear."
Teresa nodded weakly.
"Yes", she said, "we have some tough days behind us. But everything is fine now…we caught the killer. He will be brought to justice. But yes, I feel…strained."
A deep smile spread on her father's features.
"You'll be better, soon, I'm sure."
"Father", Teresa said slowly, "I'm married now."
Angus nodded to Jane, who stood silently next to his wife, and extended his hand to the fairy. Jane accepted it and shook it amicably.
"So she's your queen now", Angus muttered, "I appreciate that. And her mother will, too. Who knows…maybe I'll have to visit this damn Moloch of Faringol pretty soon."
Teresa grinned, and even Jane could hardly contain his smile.
"I'll tell your mother you're fine, my child", Angus said, hugging her once again, "Go deal with Red John, fast."
"We will.", Jane said firmly and picked Teresa up, wrapping her tightly in his arms while his wings appeared. He took off, flew up to the rail and put her down carefully on the deck.
They waved for quite some time. Until Angus Lisbon had become a tiny, jumping green point at the horizon.
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