A/N: As the title of the chapter may give away, some tame M rated material here throughout. Instead of a full blown passionate encounter I've tempered the night with a little humour and wistfulness, hope you like it.


Chapter 43 – Wedding Night

Lisbon relaxed against his shoulders as they rode the elevator to the suite in the hotel, his arms wrapped around her. 'Steph's going to have it in for you too now' he murmured against the side of her head.

'Maybe subconsciously she wanted to catch the bouquet so she stood in the best position in order to do so' Lisbon replied, caressing his hands around her waist.

Jane chuckled and kissed the top of her head. 'I think you've been hanging around me for too long.'

Lisbon turned around and kissed him softly. 'Well, too late now because I intend to hang around you for a while yet.'

He kissed her, tightening his hold on her. 'Just a while?' he smiled into her lips.

'You think Amelia will be okay with the Minellis for the night?' she asked a moment later.

'She'll be fine, Teresa. She's tuckered out after today anyway.'


As they made it to their hotel room door Jane opened it with his key card. Just as Lisbon was about to enter he scooped her up into his arms, making her squeal. 'Jane, put me down for heaven's sake!' she said as he passed the threshold to their room and kicked the door closed behind him.

'How much wedding cake did you eat?' he smiled, putting her on the ground and feigning a sore back.

She whacked him on the arm for the comment and then noticed the white rose petals scattered over the bed and the candles that were lit around the room, the scent of vanilla and fresh linen filling the air.

'It's beautiful' she gasped. 'You did this?'

He put his arms around her again. 'Of course. Well, not me specifically but I had it organised. Told you schmaltz was the order of the day.'

She looked down at the matching wedding bands and her heart fluttered.

'Yes, it's real' he said softly, kissing her neck and moving past her to sit on the edge bed so he faced her. He studied her as she stood there taking the room in and he put the scene into his memory palace.

'Are those orchids?' he said, gesturing to the embossed flowers on the dress.

'Trust you to know that. Apparently so.'

'Did you know that the word orchid comes from the Greek orchis, meaning testicles' he said matter-of-factly.

Lisbon's eyes widened in surprise. 'Seriously?'

He grinned and nodded. 'Seriously.'

Lisbon walked up closer to him and he put his hands on her hips. 'So, what does that mean about the dress I chose then?'

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. 'Well, some may say that subconsciously you're trying to tell me that you like to be the one in control in this relationship. But we both already know that.'

'You mean the one with the balls?' she replied, laughing out loud.

'If you want to put it in such a crass way, then yes, Teresa' he laughed.

'You know I think this is the most ridiculous conversation we've ever had' she laughed.

He brought his lips to hers and kissed her thoroughly, turning her smile into a moan of pleasure. As he released her lips he said, 'I love you, testicles and all.'

This only made them both laugh again. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their chuckles died down. 'This isn't how I imagined my wedding night would start. Joking around like nothing's changed between us. I like it, doesn't put so much pressure on for this to be one of the most romantic night of our lives.'

Jane began to trail kisses down her neck. 'Mmm. Me neither. But...it is our wedding night so we should make an effort.'

'Is that what making love is going to be from now on, an effort?' she smiled, beginning to unbutton his vest.

'We-ll...', he replied, sighing and smiling as he continued kissing her neck and moving his lips back up to her earlobe to bite on it gently.

'Any more joking on the matter and there'll be no consummation of this marriage tonight, Mr Jane' Lisbon replied, removing his vest and jacket and tossing them on the floor.

He quickly flipped her over on the bed, one had cupping her cheek and the other making its way down her side to her waist and kissed her passionately. 'You know very well the effort right now is not to rip that beautiful dress right off your back' he replied huskily.

She kissed him back, tangling her hand in his curls and moaning as their tongues duelled, only releasing their hold on each other's lips as the need for air overwhelmed them. His hands moved over the flowers on the dress, feeling each embossed petal in turn and skimming her breasts with his lithe fingers. Lisbon began to unbutton his shirt with one hand, pulling it from the waistband of his trousers and he gasped as she trailed her fingers across his bare chest. He released his hold on her to rid him of his shirt but before he could pin her back down on the bed she pushed him away and stood up. He eyed her curiously, panting for breath.

She turned around to him and moved the hair away from the back of her dress. 'Unzip me, Patrick' she said quietly.

He blinked a few times, the seductiveness of her tone not one he heard from her often. Only when she shot him a smile and raised her eyebrows as she turned her head to him did he get up from the bed, adjusting his tightening pants as he did so.

He lowered the zipper slowly, kissing her neck and back as he did so, revealing a white satin bra. As he brought the zipper to her waist he saw the waistband of a pair of white satin panties. He kissed her back, running his tongue across the smooth flesh and she backed into him, rubbing herself against his erection and making him moan softly. 'Teresa' he muttered, his hands on her waist pulling her against him. He began to move his hands to her breasts, kneading them gently feeling the hardened nipples underneath her dress and bra, driving him on as his kisses became more pronounced on her back. He moved his fingers up to her shoulders and he began to push her gown from them when she said, 'Mrs Jane.'

He stopped in his tracks. 'Mmm?'

'Mrs Jane, right?'

'I thought I wasn't allowed to call you that' he smiled, as the garment slipped to her elbows and he bit on her shoulder gently before kissing it slowly.

'Well, tonight, it seems I'm dressed for the occasion so I'll let you off with it' she said, smiling.

He stood back and waited for her to continue to explain.

She let the dress fall to the ground and stepped out of it, pushing it to the side. She still had her back to him as his eyes trailed over her body. As his eyes saw the panties he laughed. In emerald green lettering the name 'Mrs Jane' was embroidered onto them.

'You like them?' she said.

Jane sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her ass to his face. 'Two of my favourite things' he replied, feeling and kissing her cheeks through the soft fabric and running his tongue over the letters.

'Oh?' she said, closing her eyes as he continued to massage and kiss her backside.

'Mmm. Your ass and myself. Well, one letter off myself.'

She giggled and turned towards him, his hands still feeling the soft fabric.

'Where did you get them?' he asked, his fingers moving under them and running over her bare cheeks. 'You never would have bought these yourself.'

'Annie. Her idea of a joke', she replied as she brought her chest to his lips and he began to nuzzle it. 'But then I thought...what the hell.'

'I always liked that girl' he smiled.

She straddled him as he moved one hand to undo her bra, throwing it so it landed on a lamp, making them both giggle. He took one breast in his mouth, sucking on the nipple and pulling her further towards him. He put his hands to her hair and attempted to pull the tiara off her head.

'Ow!' she screamed but then laughed.

Jane moved his face away from her cleavage and pulled her head towards him. 'How many pins are in there to keep this thing on?' he asked, moving her head around to check.

'Quite a few' she smiled, her grin becoming wider when she saw him realise the time it was going to take to dislodge it from her hair.

'Couldn't you have just put a couple in to hold it in place?' he asked, shaking his head.

'It was windy today so the hairdresser told me plenty had to be put in case it blew off. And I had to make sure it stayed in just in case Amelia tugged on it' she countered.

'Mmm' he replied, rolling his eyes. He moved them around to the side of the bed where he sat behind her, unpinning it from her head and placing the pins on the bedside table at the bed. 'You could have had me do this for you before you got me so...excited you know' he said, on his tenth pin.

'And where would be the fun in that?' she replied, pushing herself into him again.

'Stop that' he admonished but kissed her shoulder.

'You're giving me mixed messages.'

'That's nothing compared to what you're giving me' he muttered under his breath.

Finally he released the last pin and put the tiara on the table beside him. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. 'All done.'

She turned around and pinned him to the bed, her hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. 'I should hope not' she replied with a glint in her eye. Before he could respond she moved her hands to his trousers, stroking him until he closed his eyes and was moaning her name softly. They made love on top of the bed, rose petals sticking to their bodies as their passion mounted.

Afterwards they got under the covers and held each other just as Jane's cell phone beeped with a text message. He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and got back into bed, a smile on his face as he opened the text. He showed Lisbon a photo of Amelia, sound asleep.

'You got them to send us a photo?'

Jane shrugged. 'I knew you'd be worried leaving her so I asked May to send us one after they got her settled and were ready to turn in for the night.' Of course he had his own anxiety at leaving her for a night but he trusted the Virgil and May implicitly and they had babysat her on a number of occasions already.

'I still can't believe she's ours sometimes' Lisbon said, studying the photo. 'You know...that we actually produced something so wonderful.'

Jane nodded, a lump forming in his throat. He put the phone away and tried to get his mind off the daughter he had lost years before and the similar conversation he and Angela had had after she had been born. This wasn't the night for him to feel sorry for himself. He had too much to be grateful for.

'So, feel any different? Now everything's above board as it were' he asked, smiling.

She looked down at her wedding ring and shrugged, 'I didn't think I would but...yeah, I think I do. It's like...I'm finally a grown up or something.'

He chortled against her head. 'You've always been a grown up.' He paused and kissed the top of her head, 'Even when you shouldn't have been.'

'Perhaps but...it does make a difference. It's like it's really for keeps now.'

He brought her chin up and kissed her softly, removing a rose petal stuck to her shoulder. 'No getting rid of me now, Mrs Jane.'

'Are you okay?' she asked hesitantly.

He looked down at his new wedding band. 'I never thought I'd remarry. Never thought I'd want to even...even if I met someone. Even before we got together and I started to have feelings for you. The most I thought was that we would maybe live together and no more than that. And to be honest even though I kind of pushed you into it as the time got closer to the wedding I was afraid I...I was afraid I'd feel guilty afterwards for taking this step with you but...I don't. It just feels right. To be here with you and to be married to you. It just feels so incredibly right.'

She reached up and traced her fingers across his jaw line and kissed him tenderly. 'Me too.'


A/N: Okay, one more indulgent chapter left.