A/n Thanks again for all the lovely comments, they make me smile. Someone asked me about how many chapters I will be doing and the answer is six, I have them all planned out haha.
Chapter title explained:
"Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness. Cause all of our moves make up for the silence.", is a lyric from "Of All The Gin Joints In All The World" which is a track from Fall Out Boy's 2005 LP, "From Under the Cork Tree".
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"Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness. Cause all of our moves make up for the silence."
With all the pillows on her bed she decides to use Patrick Jane's chest instead. It rises and falls calmly, and she can hear his heart beating through his ribcage. There is something about the sound of a heartbeat that brings you back down to earth. Perhaps, because it is a symbol of life, and they are both very much alive.
They didn't see each other at all yesterday, the day after their walk around her neighbourhood because the drug cartel case reached its peak, and he was needed on the job. They made a bust at an unsociable hour in the morning and after a few hours of shuteye on his couch at the FBI he was in the interrogation room tricking a gang leader to confess. It was all a very clever plan, which of course he came up with, and it was disappointing that Lisbon wasn't there to witness it. She would have loved it.
He thought that he would tell her all about it this evening when he arrived at her place, but he had no idea about how lustful she has been since his departure two nights ago. As soon as the front door was shut, she was pushing him against the wall whilst kissing him sensually. It didn't take a genius to work out what she wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.
They had both imagined what the first time they'd made love would be like and it certainly exceeded all expectations. He's a tentative lover and she fiery, a combination that appears to work incredibly well, hand-in-hand.
The heat may have been turned on in the hallway, with them passionately making out, his jacket tumbling to the floor after she pushed it off his body, but when they reached her bedroom, the events slowed for the better. He was careful in dropping her onto the bed and both of them lightly laughed in excitement of what was to come.
Seeing her naked for the first time was… incredible. She is gorgeous and perfect, and Jane loved exploring every part of her, littering kisses on every inch of skin. It made her feel worshipped and well loved.
There are so many elements of their first sexual experience that he has catalogued away into his memory palace. How she shivered under his touch, the noises that escaped her lips and her face when she exploded with pleasure. Hearing her scream his name… it is like he is on cloud nine.
It made the entire experience so much better and although a couple of days ago he asked her not to have any regrets, he has a few misgivings about not making love to her before now. They will just have to make up for lost time and that will not be a hardship.
Lisbon's heartrate is still recovering from their passion, but she is grinning because the wait was worth it. For a man who should be so out of practice... damn he has some moves. Yet another thing he excels at. "You were saying something about the case when I opened the door." She murmurs and she feels his chest vibrate when he chuckles.
"Yes, you so rudely interrupted me."
"And you so rudely left me when I was aroused two nights ago."
"Touché." They are tangled amongst the sheets, the post-coital comedown now in full swing as his thumb soothingly rubs circles on the back of the hand he is holding. "I was just going to tell you that we closed the case thanks to a brilliant plan of mine."
The brunette lets his arrogance slide because of how good he just made her feel. "I wish I was there to see it." Although her time off is very much needed, there is something about the way his face lights up when a plan comes together that she finds attractive. Especially because now, it isn't her that has to deal with the fallout after he pushes the boundaries to the limits.
"It is nothing you haven't witnessed before."
He is probably right but she cannot help but be a little gutted that she missed it. Now, lying in bed with him, she cannot imagine missing anything that involves him. She wants to be by his side in every element of life and that doesn't scare her as much as she thought it would. In fact, it excites her.
Slowly, she begins to shift herself up and off Jane's chest into a sitting position on the bed, making sure to turn slightly to face him. He immediately feels a little lost at the lack of contact, but he is more focussed on trying to work out her next move. She looks relaxed. Relaxed and happy, immediately he is grinning. "I cannot believe I have just slept with Patrick Jane."
If it weren't for the obvious delight in her tone, then he would be concerned by the statement. "What do you mean by that?" His question is accompanied by a light chuckle like he is finding this all highly amusing. "And I like to think we made love."
Of course, he is being pedantic. When is he not? "I mean… after everything. We have quite the history." And now they're here, in bed together, having just made love for the first time and it definitely will not be the last.
Her eyes scan his naked form in hope to remember this moment forever. His curls are standing in all directions, most likely from where she pulled and played with them during their lovemaking and there is a slight glisten to his forehead from the little bit of sweat that he perspired. Lisbon thinks that this is the first time she has seen him sweat.
Blonde hairs line his chest leading to a surprisingly sculpted torso, she always thought that he was phobic to exercise but he must be doing something to keep himself fit. He certainly has good stamina; she knows that now. "See anything you like." Patrick taunts and immediately a pinkish hue stains her cheeks. "You are so cute when you blush."
"Stop it." Her cheeks darken further.
"Make me." Now there's a challenge.
It doesn't take much to shut him up. Her hands are in his hair, pulling him into a deep kiss, if she is occupying his mouth then he can't exactly talk, and she has realised how much she loves exploring it.
Eventually though they have to part or else they will suffocate, and the FBI would find their corpses butt naked sprawled out amongst the sheets. It is certainly a way to go. However, the kiss has made her feel hot once more, and she is ready to go again but the thought leaves her mind as quickly as it enters when another thought hits her.
Like always, he is the first to know what she is thinking, and he shakes his head with a smile. "You were going to suggest going again but then you stopped yourself because you doubt a man of my age is capable of that." He deducts and she doesn't try to deny it.
"Well…are you?"
"Hm, not sure." He shrugs, because he genuinely has no idea. "I am very willing to try though."
"I bet you are."
"And if I can't that doesn't mean there isn't something I can do for you…"
They take their fun to her bathroom where they squeeze into the shower cubicle together. It turns out she had no reason to be worried, he is very much capable at having round two and it really didn't take much persuading.
By the time they're finished she is unbelievable exhausted, most likely the combination of the somewhat strenuous activity and the release making her feel relaxed. Once they're both dressed – her in some pyjamas and him back in the day's clothes – she heads to sit on the couch whilst he orders their dinner.
Watching him on his phone out of the corner of her eye she smiles to herself. She is lucky to have him in her life and she is glad that he didn't let her leave to go to D.C. with Marcus, because she knows now that she would have regretted it so much.
Lisbon contemplates what the next steps of their relationship are. Is it too soon to think about them? It probably should feel that way, but it doesn't. She thinks about freeing up a drawer in her bedroom so that he is able to leave some of his stuff here, so he is able to put on some pyjamas after they make love and then go to sleep in each other's arms. It would also mean he could keep some spare shirts here, because that way he wouldn't have to return to his Airstream before work.
Will they ever spend a night there? She wonders. Spending their nights at her place would definitely be preferable to her but she doesn't really mind, she will go wherever for him. Should she get him a key made for her house? Is it too soon? "What are you thinking so loudly about?"
Jane's question pulls her out of her thoughts, and it is now she notices that he is sat beside her on the couch. "You, us."
"Ah… should I be worried?"
"No. Not at all." She beams and he immediately mirrors her expression. "Did you want to watch something?" Her remote clad hand points towards the television but he shrugs. "I am sure there is a film on."
"I heard that Chicago Cubs are playing New York Mets in Major League Baseball. We could watch that."
"You hate baseball!" She exclaims in disbelief.
"Hate is a strong word. I haven't watched much of it but maybe it will be my thing… put it on." A part of her wants to argue and to put on a film that she knows he would much prefer, but actually films have never been her favourite and she does love baseball. It has been a long time since she has been to a game, there were a few occasions when she watched the San Francisco Giants play back during the CBI days with Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt. They were good times.
The game has only just started when she switches it on and she happily answers any questions her boyfriend has as they watch, despite her tired state. The doorbell rings towards the end of the first innings and once he has paid the pizza guy, Patrick comes back with their dinner and places the box on the coffee table. "What did you get?" She asks.
"Pepperoni. Is that okay?" She nods and is straightaway reaching forward to open the box. "I will get some plates."
The smell of the food caresses her senses and it is only now that she realises how hungry she is. Her bowl of soup at midday was a long time ago and it hardly filled her up as it is, but she wasn't expecting their evening activities. If she did then perhaps, she would have fuelled up.
When he returns, he is holding a stack of two small plates with paper towels whilst skilfully grasping two cups of water. The domesticity of it all makes her heart swell. She takes the cups from him to put them on the coffee table whilst he serves a large slice on each of their plates. "Case closed pizza." He comments absentmindedly before greedily taking a large bite of the pepperoni masterpiece.
"The drug cartel thing or am I the case?"
"I meant the drug cartel case." He chuckles, "You are much more complicated, and the reward isn't pizza."
"I'm an accordion."
"Well, it is one of the most difficult instruments to learn."
"Are you saying that I'm difficult?"
"Maybe a little." Jane shrugs but there is a devilish glint in his eyes. "But I love you and I am far more difficult."
"I won't argue with that."
They devour the entire 14" pizza whilst continuing to watch the baseball, one team in white with the other in blue and to be honest he has no idea which is which. He isn't really paying attention. All his focus is on her, her beauty and her body warmth that is lulling him into a feeling of security.
It is nice. Here, right now, snuggled up on her couch it is like nothing can hurt them. It's almost like they're living in a dreamworld because no-one knows about them, about their relationship. If either of them crosses the minds of their colleagues tonight, they will assume that Jane is snoozing in his Airstream and Lisbon at her condo.
The only instance that Abbott questioned what happened in Miami, the consultant just shrugged and said nothing happened. The unit presume that she got cold feet in her plans and although he would be very happy to shout about their relationship from the rooftops, there is also something exciting about the secrecy.
When the Chicago Cubs made a big breakthrough in the game and she doesn't cheer or make any noise of joy, he realises that she has drifted off in his arms. He smiles to himself, before carefully stretching to grab the TV remote, trying his hardest not to wake her. The channel is changed to some reality show and he settles on watching that instead, whilst lovingly cradling her in his arms.
He could get used to this, and he thinks, he just might.