This was wrong, but it felt so right.
Jane could be thinking about many things in that moment, making up a lot of excuses not to do this, but when his lips made contact with Lisbon's, his mind shut off and his heart, his soul and body turned on.
Lisbon's heart burst at the first contact, now nothing mattered to her, only the feelings she was experiencing. Jane's lips tasted of glory, champagne and tea. She hugged him by the neck and her fingers began to unruly his blonde curls. Soon, he pulled away a few centimeters and looked into her eyes. He wanted to say something but his mind shut off; and when she bit her bottom lip, he lost what little control he had left.
They joined again in a kiss, and Jane backed her up against a wall, his body pressed against hers, trapping her forever. One of his hands moved to Teresa's breasts over the fabric and groaned; it was then that he started exploring her mouth with his tongue, meeting hers with slow and sensual movements.
The kiss grew more and more intense. She moved her hands down to his shoulders to remove his jacket, which fell instantly, and moved immediately to the buttons of his vest. Jane had other plans.
With a quick movement, he grabbed one of her legs and pulled her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist making the dress hike up, revealing the beautiful skin of her thighs. Lisbon smiled and bit her lip with the change of positions, her body getting hotter as it reacted to every kiss and to every caress from Jane.
Their lungs asked for air so they broke the kiss, only to join again after a few seconds. They didn't want to pull away from each other's lips, from their caresses, from the heat of their bodies.
"Teresa…," he murmured in between kisses, "If I take off your dress, I won't be able to stop."
She pulled away for a moment and looked into his eyes with her dark emerald eyes; her expert fingers were opening the last button of his vest.
"I don't want you to stop," she whispered, her voice raspy and filled with desire.
This time, it was her who kissed him.
This kiss was hotter, more wild, more desperate while she felt how Jane slid her down the wall and placed her feet on the floor. He put his hands on her hips and started moving them up her sides, all the while his mouth travelled down to her neck. Once he reached her pulse, he sucked in lightly, making her moan and at the same time, his hands climbed up her back to the zip of the dress. It fell and landed on the floor without a problem.
Teresa pushed the dress aside, kicking it together with her shoes and moving her face to kiss him again. Her hands grabbed his vest and threw it to the floor, making a quick work with his shirt. Damn it! Three layers of clothes with buttons is too much.
But Jane didn't let her continue. He picked her up again, her legs wrapping around him but this time, he turned around and carried her to the bed, which he barely registered when they entered the bedroom.
Kissing and touching every surface of skin available, Jane placed her on the bed, climbing over her and took his time to admire her.
Beautiful, gorgeous, precious. His throat went dry and forgot how to speak. Teresa Lisbon was in front of him, only in her underwear. He was hypnotized, her skin soft to the touch, pale, splashed with freckles; her breasts were in full display, perfect. He felt a heatwave on his chest suddenly, and it's when he realized that his shirt was already open and Lisbon's hands wandered through his burning skin.
A soft chuckle escaped Teresa's lips. She was enjoying seeing her friend so impressed with her; enjoyed seeing his reaction, his eyes devouring her, his pupils dilated, his desire printed on his face. Their eyes met, they stared at each other firmly and synchronously they met in a wet kiss.
Lisbon moved her knee to him, meeting his strong erection and moaned only by feeling him like that.
"You have too much clothes on," she groaned.
He then stood by the end of the bed and tried to undo his belt but Teresa's small hands stopped him. Now, with her knees on the mattress and looking at him for a moment, she smiled at him while she undid it herself. With agile and quick fingers, she undid his belt, his button and zipped down his pants, to then remove them completely, together with his boxers.
This time it was Lisbon's throat that got dry.
She licked her lips, full of desire, willing to taste him but before she could act on it, Jane smiled at her and leaned over her to kiss her. Between kisses, whimpering and sweating uncontrollably, they returned to the original position. Jane could feel Lisbon's nails scratching his back while he caressed every inch of her body. They barely could pull away from their kisses to breathe, only to come together for a more intense kiss.
Jane moved to kiss her neck, biting, licking, kissing her skin. Surely, she would have a mark in the morning, but he doubted that she would complain. He moved up to kiss her again and pulled away slowly only a fraction to stare into her deep green eyes… and he stopped.
His mind was racing and, in a moment, began to analyze the situation: they were both panting, their breaths mingling together, he on top of her, about to do something that, surely, could put the only person he cared about other than Angela in danger. A flash of images appeared in his mind, of a hallway with a door at the end of it, of a shaky hand turning the doorknob and finally, his eyes observing the sinister symbol on the wall only to look at a dead woman. But it wasn't Angela this time. His throat closed and his eyes filled with tears.
"Jane," she said. He tried to pull away, but she kept him in place with her hands on his neck and her legs around his waist.
"Teresa, I can't…," a single tear rolled down his eyes.
She looked at him. She understood, how could she not? His blue stare transmitted fear, terror, guilt, and a lot of sadness. However, they'd come this far, and even if she was supposed to be the rational one, for once, she wanted to lose control, to stop thinking about the shadow that chased them and get carried away by the profound love she felt.
"Patrick, do you trust me?"
Did he trust her? With his life.
"Yes, I trust you."
"Then stop thinking. Nobody is going to know about us, I promise you that."
He sighed. He could see the bravery in those green eyes that drove him mad. He knew that she felt the same fear as he did, but this was Teresa Lisbon, his Lisbon, who risked her life every day for others; who risked her life for him, helping him on his selfish quest for revenge. She was brave and strong, and for once, she wasn't thinking about her career, about ethics or the consequences. But he trusted her, wholeheartedly.
That's why he began to kiss her, transmitting everything that he was feeling: love, passion, desire, fear, terror. They shared that kiss for a moment. Lisbon felt Jane's tears falling on her cheeks, or was she the one crying? She wasn't sure anymore. There was so much more than passion there, they both knew there was more at stake; this wasn't about Red John finding out about them, or that he was after her. It was about their future together, of that implicit promise printed on that sweet and intense kiss. He loved her, so did she, and there was no doubt about that. Living that love was dangerous; they must find that sinister shadow and end the game so that they could live that future together without fear, without risks and with freedom.
They pulled away to catch their breaths and Jane said the next words with his voice broken, filled with fear and anguish.
"I love you, Teresa."
She smiled as tears ran down her cheeks.
"I love you."
There was nothing left to say, words weren't needed anymore. He leaned in to kiss her briefly on the lips, only to move to her jaw, her clavicle, her neck, descending with pepper kisses to her breasts. He began his ministrations while Teresa held him gently by the hair, moaning with pleasure. He kept going down to her abdomen, kissing every inch and, at the same time, caressing her sides, until he reached the edge of her underwear. He leaned back to take it off, caressing her legs in the process.
Lisbon felt that she was going to faint. Every touch of his hands, every kiss, every friction against her skin was torture, especially because it seemed like Jane was taking his sweet time. She was burning under his touch and her breathing was erratic when she felt him where she needed it the most.
"Patrick…," she moaned when she felt his tongue on her most sensitive part.
Jane started to give her pleasure, licking and making her spiral, and she could already feel herself close to climax. However, Teresa didn't want to get there yet, she wanted to feel him, wanted to feel that intimate connection and reach the highest peak of pleasure with him, together. With a sudden movement, she brought him up and devoured him. Her legs circled around his waist, feeling his member against her.
"I want you inside me," she groaned. He simply smiled and wasted no time.
He thrusted into her slowly, and they moaned. Jane began a slow rocking motion, his thrusts felt like excruciating pleasure, pulling out of her completely only to fill her in again. Their moans engulfed the dark room and soon they felt that they needed more from the other. With their hands intertwined, pressed strongly on the mattress, they sped up, moving vigorously, feeling every part of their bodies in flames, their nerves scorching under the sweaty skin.
"Patrick… Patrick… Patrick…," she moaned.
He knew she was close, he could feel it, so he sped up his thrusts, the headboard of the bed hitting against the wall. He felt Lisbon's nails digging into his back leaving marks, and he chuckled in between the pleasure, and soon she let out a deep moan. It took him a bit to open his eyes so he could see her reach her orgasm, and that triggered his own climax.
Jane collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged, and his heart hammering. Lisbon, on her end, was still high, her climax so powerful, so pleasurable that it took her a bit to get back to reality. They stayed in place for several minutes hugging, and still joined, catching their breaths, not able to think or speak.
"Wow," she whispered, her fingers lazily stroking Jane's strong back. He smiled against her neck and pressed a kiss there.
"Yeah…," he pulled out of her, groaning in the process. He laid next to her on his side, resting his weight on his elbow. "That was… incredible."
Lisbon chuckled and laid on her side, staring at him, and examining his reaction. She wasn't afraid of him regretting this, but she feared the guilt would consume him. He was in love with her, now she knew, but the memory of his wife and daughter still lingered, he still wore his wedding ring on his finger.
Jane stared back at her, noting how a bead of sweat rolled down the side of her forehead and got lost behind her ear. He moved his hand to caress her and the ring sparkled by the dim light coming from the window. He sighed, almost relieved at not feeling guilty. No, he realized he wasn't feeling guilty, but he felt fear, anger that they couldn't be free to live this newfound love peacefully. They could never be at peace, not until he was out of the picture.
"I'll catch him, Lisbon," he said suddenly. His voice firm and full of hope, "I'll catch him."
"We will catch him," she corrected him, "I'm not leaving you alone, ever."
Jane wanted to tell her that he wouldn't allow her to be put in danger but that wasn't the time; instead, he kissed her sweetly. Lisbon knew that he'd try to do it alone, suspected that he'd lie to her about the clues, that he would hide the truth to protect her and so she wouldn't stop him, and she knew he would kill him. For the longest time she tried to take that idea out of his mind, to convince him that the best was to bring him to justice but, having got that far, she doubted of her convictions. People like Red John didn't deserve justice. They deserved to be gone from this world so that people like Jane could start to live freely, so that they could live freely.
She woke up first. Watching him sleep so peacefully warmed her heart. She was sure that it had been so long since he last slept like this. She spent a few minutes admiring him in silence, until she decided to get up. She searched for her underwear and her original plan was to put on her dress, but she saw Jane's shirt on the floor and her plan changed. She sneaked into the bathroom and changed, and when she looked in the mirror, she chuckled. Under her eyes there were two big dark spots, her bags under the eyes were signs that it had been a long night, and yes it was. Long, hot, passionate. And all across her neck there was a purple mark, Jane's mark. She smiled. He is mine and I'm his, and nothing can change that.
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