a/n - y'all im warning you, this is dirty. and i mean DIRTY. absolutely filthy. probably the dirtiest thing ive ever written...jane has a filthy mouth, lisbon is needy...yeah.

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Images of blonde curls and sea-green eyes protruded her thoughts as she lied in bed, starting out completely innocent until her desperate body pleaded for more.

It wasn't the first time she thought about Jane while wishing sleep would pull her under. The vivid daydreams used to be innocent, nothing more than a wonder of what it would be like to hold his hand or run a hand through his long curls, but now they'd taken a sharp turn down the road of pure salaciousness. It was mostly because she hadn't had sex in what felt like eons and her body needed release, and the only thing able to make her cum was Patrick Jane, or at least the thought of him.

She knew it was terrible to be thinking of her colleague in such a filthy way, and shame made sure to blanket her neck and cheeks with a dark shade of crimson. She wasn't proud of what she did in secret, specifically at home where she knew no one would bust in and see her lying in bed with a hand down her pants, bucking her hips and panting Jane's name over and over again. But she couldn't help it, couldn't stop the wicked dreams from snaking their way into her head.

He was just what she needed at the moment. His unfair beauty, his charm, his naughty little smile. His voice...god, she imagined him saying the dirtiest of things to her as he took her, whispering nasty words into her ear to prolong her orgasm. She was a sucker for dirty talk.

She felt hot and sticky in her night clothes, her breaths coming out in ragged puffs. She needed to cum, badly. Her core was pulsing and clenching her thighs only made it worse.

Shuddering, she slid her hand beneath the band of her cotton shorts and underwear, running a finger along her soaked slit. She whimpered, her hips bucking a little at the contact, and she added another finger to the mix, rubbing until her back arched and pants escaped her parted lips.

"Oh, god," she gasped, sliding a finger inside of her, slowly starting to thrust in and out, imagining it was Jane's hand instead of hers. His large, attractive hand that would be able to strum her like a guitar. She moaned at the thought, her thumb circling her engorged clit.

"Do you like this, love?" She imagined him to say, his voice low and thick with lust. "Do you like me easing my fingers into you, pumping them in and out until you're close? So close that you beg for me, beg for my cock? Tell me, darling."

She gasped violently, her hips now off the bed completely, a ripple of ecstasy coursing through her body as she came. Her fingers were coated with her juices as she pulled them out, but she felt stuck to the mattress, unable to get up and wash her hands.

She laid there, out of breath and parched, her eyes fixed on the ceiling above her. It didn't take much for her to cum — just a thought of him was enough. She'd tried countless times to watch porn and get off from that, but it was pointless, and so was going to the nearest bar and picking up a cute guy to take home. Nothing made her lose control like he did. And he wasn't even hers.

She wanted sex, but she only wanted it from one person, a close friend who didn't see her in a romantic or sexual sense. Patrick Jane didn't want her, not like that, and she could understand why. She wasn't the type of person he'd fling himself at without a thought. She wasn't beautiful, wasn't a seductress, wasn't tall, wasn't anything worth his time. She was tiny and boring and too muscular for any man's taste. Why would a man like him want someone like her?

Still, despite her pity party, she wanted the man with every fiber of her being. She wanted him to want her, and although that would never happen, at least she could pretend, disappear into her mind and let it take over her body.

Once she regained her breath and was able to carry herself to the bathroom to wash her hands, the doorbell rang, making her jump. It was — she checked the digital clock on her bedside table — 11:00 p.m. Who would possibly be at her door at this hour?

With a look of confusion etched into her features, she trekked to the living room and pried the door open to reveal no one other than the man that invaded her thoughts on a daily basis. The same man she'd just thought about while touching herself.

Jane.

He was on her porch, a cheerful grin lighting up the night. "Hey, Lisbon. May I come in?"

Laced with too much shock to say anything, she stepped aside and allowed him into her house. He brushed past her, causing goosebumps to rise and prickle on her bare skin. She forgot she was clad in only a tank top and shorts, no bra, her underwear soaked.

As he ambled into the kitchen to make himself some tea, she wiped her clammy hands on her shorts, willing herself the courage to speak. "Uh, Jane?"

He hummed, dumping the tea packet into a cup. "Yes, Lisbon?"

"What are you doing here? It's late."

"Oh, well I'm having trouble sleeping, which is nothing new for me, but I wanted some company. I hope you don't mind." He threw a smile at her over his shoulder, swirling a spoon around in his cup.

Of course she didn't mind. She just wished he'd come over unannounced another time, specifically a time where her underwear wasn't wet from insatiable thoughts about him.

"It's fine," she mumbled, hoping her face wasn't as red as she felt it was.

"I hope I didn't disturb you," he said. He finished up his tea and took a sip from the steaming cup, the heat not seeming to bother him. "I know you weren't asleep, for you seem to be as much of an insomniac as I am, so I must ask— what were you doing before I knocked on the door?"

Suddenly, her body stilled. He couldn't...there was no possible way he could know what she was doing just before he knocked on her door. He was just teasing her like always, not expecting a reaction, so she didn't give him one. She just shrugged, though her heart was beating insanely fast.

"Just watching TV."

He stared at her, his eyes saying I know you're lying, which made her swallow hard. But he didn't comment on her lie and instead took another sip of tea, his eyes making show of raking over her half-naked body.

The heat of his stare caused a gush of arousal to flood between her legs. She almost cursed herself when her nipples grew hard beneath her tank top, something he could most definitely see whether he wanted to or not.

"My, my, Lisbon," he murmured, his voice suddenly low and husky, a sound she'd never heard before, at least not coming from him. "Are you possibly…aroused, right now?"

Her core throbbed so much it ached. She couldn't look him in the eye, embarrassment eating her up like a tasty meal. "No! Don't be inappropriate."

"It's okay if you are, Lisbon," he said, inching closer to her, almost like a predator hunting its prey. He stopped in his tracks when her back hit the kitchen counter. Under his gaze she looked small, tiny even, her green eyes huge in her face, her lips in a precious pout. "No need to be embarrassed. We all have our needs. I have to say you look like you're about to burst. Were you watching naughty videos before you were forced to answer the door? Gosh, you must be sopping wet right now."

"Jane…" she almost whimpered, rubbing her thighs together to produce friction. Her pussy ached so bad, she needed release. If only he would just leave so she could touch herself...or better yet, he could stay and fuck her until she forgot her own name.

But he wouldn't do that. Never. He'd just tease her and right before she was pushed over the edge he'd leave her to deal with it herself and into work the next day, acting as if nothing happened. As if he hadn't seen his cool little team leader cum in her pants right before his eyes.

"What videos were they? I might like to watch them myself." He gave her a teasing grin and she pressed her lips together tightly.

She needed him to leave if he wasn't going to do anything to help. She was so close to pushing her hand into her panties and finishing herself off, regardless of him standing there.

"Jane, you need to leave." Her words were ragged, and as he looked into her eyes he could see they were fully dilated, the usual green now black like the night.

He ignored the way his pants grew tight and focused on toying with her some more. After all, seeing her like this was fun. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was shaky and her legs were closed tightly, as if having them apart would release a waterfall from her core.

"Why?" He ducked his head, bracing his hands next to hers on the counter. Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching, and he could smell the sweet scent of mint on her breath.

"Because," she swallowed. "I said so."

"That's a terrible answer and you know it."

She gritted her teeth. "Just leave. Please."

"You want me to leave so you can finish yourself off, hm?" He chuckled, the sound dark and sinful. "Your poor little pussy must be hurting so bad right now...should I help do something about it?"

Softly, his fingertips brushed her abdomen, snaking beneath her tank top to feel the bare skin there. She was so soft it made him shudder with want.

"I bet you weren't watching naughty videos before I came over here," he whispered huskily, his eyes locked on hers, dilated and full of lust. "I bet you were thinking of me fucking you into oblivion, murmuring dirty, dirty things in your ear. You were touching yourself, moaning my name...weren't you?"

Her embarrassed silence and the crimson of her cheeks was enough answer for him.

"Oh yes," he smiled wryly. "Your fingers were deep inside you, and you imagined they were my fingers stroking you, playing with you...you must have came so hard for me. I would've loved to watch you touch yourself for me, Lisbon. It would've been a beautiful sight."

Obviously his dirty words seemed to set her off, because she bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood. "Stop it right now, Jane. Get out."

"But I can't just leave you like this, Lisbon," he murmured, bringing his lips to her ear, lowering his voice even further because he knew the dark sound aroused her. "You clearly need to cum. You need my fingers...my tongue too, if you're a good little girl."

"Stop," she wheezed, "it aches. It aches so much."

"If it aches so much, let me take care of you, love." He dusted his lips across her soft cheek, feeling her shiver against him. "I'll make it all better, I promise."

"I…" his fingers trailed upwards, brushing over her erect nipples and making her gasp. "I-I...can do it myself…"

"Oh no, my dear. You just sit back and relax while I take care of you."

One of his large, strong hands encased her breasts while his other hand snuck to her waistband, his eyes looking to hers for silent permission. Once she gave him a shaky nod, he dipped his hand inside, slipping into wet panties and finding her so soaked he had to release a groan.

"So wet for me," he rasped. "You're soaked."

"Please," she begged, bucking her hips into his hand. "Do something. I need it."

"You're swollen, love," he said as he found her bud and circled it with a finger. "You're so close already…"

"Oh," she whimpered, throwing her head back once he pressed down on her clit. "More. Please. I'm aching so much...I need you."

"Do you want my tongue, love?" He asked softly, slowly pulling her shorts down along with her panties to reveal the most beautiful of treasures hiding between her legs. He blew out a breath as he bathed in the sight of her glistening for him. "Fuck, you're beautiful. Such a pretty pussy."

"Jane," she mewled, her mind hazy with lust and pleasure.

"Answer my question, darling."

"Yes," she rasped. "Yes, I want your tongue, please."

He gave her a warm smile before peppering the inside of her thighs with kisses, slowly inching towards where she needed his mouth the most. Her addictive scent hit his nostrils and he breathed her in. He already knew her taste would be as addictive as her smell.

She immediately gasped when his lips came into contact with her core, brushing softly, gently until his tongue darted out to play, licking at her folds and clit until she was writhing against the counter, her thighs clenching his head as he feasted on her. He steadied his hands on her creamy thighs to keep her in place, her taste like a drug on his tongue. He couldn't stop licking her, sucking her until she gushed into his mouth. God, she was delicious.

He moaned against her pussy when she delved her small fingers into his curls, massaging his scalp to urge him to continue his menstruations. His grip tightened on her thighs, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, so deep she was a screaming mess for him.

He loved the sounds she made. She loved everything about her, from the blazing look in her eyes to the taste of her. She'd been waiting for him, he could tell, and he was here, ready to give her everything. It was what she deserved and he was tired of pushing her away. It no longer made any sense to distance himself from the one person who truly loved him. This angel loved him, cherished him, wanted him...and he was done hiding from her.

"Jane," she breathed his name, nails scraping his scalp as his sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. She was so close he could feel it. "Oh, oh, Jane!"

He eagerly lapped at her core as she came; her juices tasted heavenly. His tongue stroked her gently, helping her come down from her high before standing up and cupping her flushed face in his hands.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her breathing uneven. She was so beautiful it hurt. He hated himself for wasting as much time with her as he did, but he couldn't go back in time, so he accepted the chance to make her his even if it was a few years later than he would have liked.

"Be mine, Teresa," he breathed onto her lips, stroking her satiny cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I can't bear being without you any longer. Be mine, and let me prove to you how much I love you."

"How will you prove that?" She asked in one breath, her eyes flicking from his own to his inviting lips.

"Allow me to show you." And with that, his lips crashed onto hers.

He tasted even better than she'd imagined, and she was quickly swept away by his passionate kiss, her eyes snapping shut as he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up to set her down on the counter. Her nimble fingers fumbled with his vest, pushing it off his shoulders in a haste. She couldn't be the only one fully clothed and he seemed to agree with the way he was shedding his pants and toeing off his shoes and socks.

"I need," she kissed him harder, "you," another kiss, "inside me."

He growled into her mouth when she took hold of his cock through his boxers, it being so huge her eyes widened and her mouth watered. How could he have been hiding this for the past eight years? Surely she would've noticed…

"You see what you do to me?" He slid his fingers into her mass of dark hair, another searing kiss pressed against her lips. "I'm so hard for you...only you, my love. I imagine sliding into your hot, tight pussy and I get so huge it's impossible to hide. That's why when I imagine fucking you, I do so in the attic or at my motel so no one can see me."

She moaned at his words, slipping her tongue into his mouth to dance with his. He pushed his boxers down, revealing his huge length, hard and already dripping with pre-cum. The sight made arousal trickle down her thigh and he sensed it instantly, flashing her a naughty smirk.

"You're so tiny, but I believe you can take it. I'll make your gorgeous pussy stretch for me."

"Please," she whispered, planting her hands on his bare shoulders, tracing the contours of his hard chest. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Jane."

He didn't need to be told twice. He gripped her tiny hips and slid into her, careful not to hurt her, but as soon as he felt her sweet walls clenching him he had no choice but to ram himself further, a strangled cry leaving her lips in the process.

"Take it like the good girl you are," he rasped, thrusting in and out of her at a quick pace, his cock filling her and stretching her deliciously. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock. So wet, so tight."

"Jane," she cried, digging her little nails into his back as he rammed into her with all his might. "God, I-I'm so close, I'm— oh, Patrick!"

She was thrown over the edge with him shooting his load inside of her, hot seed searing her insides and trickling down her knees. She was seeing stars as he came down from his high, brushing the sweaty strands from her face and placing a loving kiss on the tip of her nose.

He stayed inside for her for a few moments, allowing her to catch her breath. He knew that if he pulled out now she'd sink to the floor, exhausted from his harsh thrusts, but he was unable to help himself. She felt so good around him. She was the only one able to make him cum like that, and god was it the best feeling.

"Are you alright, darling?" He questioned softly, his voice a mere rasp in her ear.

She collapsed against him once she realized he wasn't going to pull out. "More than alright," she mumbled against his shoulder.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss atop her head. Still inside her, he heaved her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

She whined softly when he finally extracted himself from her and turned on the water for a bath, making sure it was hot enough for her to relax in. He looked at her as the water ran, smiling at the pout that sat on her pink lips. He couldn't help but lean down and kiss them.

"Get in the bath, love," he murmured once the bath was full. She took his hand and got in, sinking to her bottom as he gazed at her.

"Are you gonna leave?" She queried in a small voice, her eyes large with hope that he would stay.

His chest clenched. He knelt down beside the tub and took one of her small hands in his. "Not if you don't want me to."

She shook her head. "I don't."

"Then I'll stay."

A small smile lit up her face and she sighed contently. This all felt so surreal, like one of her dreams, but it wasn't one. It was real, and it was more than enough for her.