Teresa sighed, slumping on the couch. Next to her, Patrick put one arm around her shoulders and his girlfriend immediately rested her head on his shoulder. She smiled. It was the first time in a week where she felt relaxed, at least in her mind, after a very tough case. Both were having sandwiches for dinner while watching television, enjoying the calmness, and without fearing that the phone was going to ring to alert them about a development on the case. It had been a tough week, but they finally were able to catch the suspect.

After a moment, Teresa got up to get some refreshments and it didn't go unnoticed by her boyfriend the way she winced in pain when she stood up. He followed her with his eyes and noticed how his girlfriend massaged her neck, trying to calm the pain that, he knew, she was feeling. When she returned, she left two bottles of beer on the coffee table and sat close to him. Patrick wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a quick peck on the lips; then, she cuddled on his lap, her back resting on his chest. He still had his arms around her waist, their fingers intertwined while they watched the movie that was just starting.

"Dear," he said.

"Hmm."

"Do you want a massage?"

She tilted her head to look at him and raised an eyebrow while laughing. "A massage?"

He laughed with her. "No, no. Not like that. Not everything is about sex, Teresa."

"Not when it comes to you and your massages," she said with blush on her cheeks, remembering how their last massage session ended.

"It's just… I can't resist it," Jane rubbed Lisbon's thighs, squeezing them a bit, playfully.

Both of them laughed and kissed briefly.

"I'm serious, do you want a massage? I can feel your body is tense because of how stressful the case was. I promise not to cross any lines…," Patrick paused for a moment and lowered his voice. "Well, unless you want me to."

Teresa laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Okay. No funny stuff, Jane," she warned him while getting comfortable on the couch.

Patrick started the massages kneading Teresa's shoulders tenderly, feeling for knots to ease the pain. Gradually, Teresa started feeling how all the stress, all the worries were slowly leaving her body, not only the ones related to the case, but also the ones in relation to her family. A call a few weeks ago had made her very worried about her brother Jimmy, thinking that he had been playing poker with dangerous people again. Patrick had listened to her and had tried to take away her worries, which had made her feel better, but even then she couldn't stop thinking about it.

She moaned softly when she felt her boyfriend's agile fingers easing the pain from a knot that, from the looks of it, had been there for years. Jane's fingers did wonders on her back and shoulders, pressing on every knot, relieving her from stress, and feeling her muscles relax. To think that those same fingers felt incredible on other hidden places… No, Teresa. No. She didn't want this to end differently… Well, there was nothing wrong about it, but she wanted to enjoy the massages, that's all. And she knew he was thinking the same thing, that this wasn't meant to end in a sexual way, that this was simply her boyfriend giving her a massage to make her feel better. This is why she ignored all her dirty thoughts for later.

Patrick loved touching his girlfriend's skin. It was beautiful! Her skin was so soft, silky, pale and full of freckles. He loved her freckles, they were the constellations on his own sky called Teresa Lisbon. Yes, it sounded cheesy when he had said it to her, but she didn't care, not when their bodies were connected and they, breathless. There was a small patch of freckles on her left shoulder, almost close to her nape, which drove him insane. He couldn't resist it, not when he had seen them for the first time, not now, not never; and he kissed them.

"Jane," she tried to sound angry, but it came out as a whisper, making it sound like she was begging. However, her boyfriend understood.

"I couldn't resist it, it's my weakness."

"Well, stop being weak," because you're making me weak, she wanted to add, but decided to save it for herself.

"I'm sorry," he laughed. "I'm almost done."

A few minutes later, Teresa felt remarkably better, relaxed and stress-free. She sighed in gratitude when she noticed that her boyfriend had removed his hands from her, but when she was about to move, Patrick, with his magic fingers, returned to her nape. She moaned in surprise and pleasure, and minutes later smiled when Jane's fingers moved to her temples.

"That feels good," she said. "I wonder how you knew I have a headache."

"You have a headache?" he lied in surprised. She laughed.

"Sure, as if you didn't know."

He continued for a few minutes until he felt satisfied with the result: his girlfriend was relaxed, without any stress nor worries.

"What did you think?" he asked when she moved to his lap to hug him. "Did I behave?"

She chuckled. "Yes, you were a good boy. Do you want your reward?"

He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Was there a reward?"

"Let me think…," she kissed him slowly and lovingly.

"If that's the reward, I want to be rewarded every day," he said, laughing, which made her laugh too.

"That was just a preview. How about we go to the bedroom?" she didn't give him time to respond, as she soon attacked his lips with hers.

When they got to the bedroom laughing and kissing, Patrick turned her around and hugged her from behind, peppering kisses on her neck.

"I love you, Jane," she whispered, moving her face to his. They stared at each other for a moment, taking in their breaths, their noses touching.

"I love you, my angry little princess." They smiled and kissed, making their way to the bed.

END.