"A forbidden love"
Chapter 3. Sanctuary.
'I adore you', said the blonde man as he made love to the brunette.
The woman, threw her head back, moaning loudly as she continued rocking her lover in his lap. Both of them shaking, and whispering sweet nothings to each other, yielding to the forbidden temptation of their love.
'God, Jane', she moaned as she let go.
'Lisbon', whispered the blonde man as a prayer before devouring her mouth.
Both of them completely lost in their lovemaking, completely unaware of someone else watching them, with an evil smile.
8 hours before.
'I feel like a black sheep', muttered Jane as he slumped into the coach.
'Jane', she exhaled.
'It's the truth, Teresa', he mumbled and she looked surprised at him, it was highly unusual for him to call her by her first name. It sounds almost as a reverence coming from his lips.
He's noticed it too, he has let it slip from his mouth, not caring at all. They have become closer since their dinner with Minelli, it felt as if there was some kind of a force making them gravitate towards each other. Not that he would complain. He has always loved the way they move, always teasing, always leaning to each other bodies… it wasn't something new neither. It has happened since they had started working together back at the CBI, and now, it has been intensified.
'You know it's not', she complained as she turned her chair, so she could be able to look at him.
'Sure', he moaned, faking sadness.
'You think you can fool me after all these years, Patrick Jane?, she asked him teasingly.
Of course not.
'I can try', he said but he broke into a smile as she frowned again.
He was just trying to distract her a bit, the last days have been hell.
J. Roche had been killed, Grace and Wayne were coming to Texas so their kids would be kept safe while they helped with the investigation and Fisher didn't talk, and Jane couldn't stop thinking about the fact that the woman has deceived them all.
And he didn't like that at all.
Although, it was true he has lost some of his 'powers', he's been severely distracted by Lisbon. In fact, he was obsessed with her, he couldn't stop thinking about a future with her, about the idea of waking up next to her, being able to kiss her. But of course, life would not allow it.
Once more, they would have to wait.
This was some kind of a joke, he was sure of it.
'Jane?', she asked him worriedly.
'I'm fine, really', he told her as he leant to her, the distance between her chair and the desk was minimal, so he was able to took her hands even if he was sitting. She smiled at him, but looked around nervously.
'Just Cho, in the restroom', he told her, calming her nerves.
She breathed easily then, but she still looked anxious.
How much he wishes things were different, that their lives were simple, as simple as the lives they see around when they walk side by side after a long day at work.
'Hey', he whispered looking deeply into her emerald eyes, smiling softly as he kissed her wrist, intimately.
'Hey', she whispered back, almost trembling.
He sometimes wondered if she knew how much power she has on him, how much she can turn him on just by looking at him, or barely touching him. He will probably combust when they make love, or maybe just with a kiss of her longing mouth.
'Everything is gonna be okay, we won once, we will win again', he muttered as he traced her ivory wrist with his fingers.
'Alright', she responded, conveying with her eyes all the feelings inside of her.
Fear.
Desire.
Love.
…
'I have rented a room in a motel', she told him as they left the conference room where Abbot has explained they would start a mission to defeat their enemy.
He looked at her surprised.
'I just.. don't feel safe at home, you know?', she told him as they went into the elevator.
He waited for her to speak as the door closed.
'Come with me?', she begged him.
'Always', he said.
To hell with the consequences of their acts.
…..
Her motel was a good choice, it didn't look bad, but it wasn't expensive neither. To some else, it was just a mere motel more.
He wants so bad for her to have the best things in life, he wants her to be happy, to be the happiest human being on Earth. That's why he has always bought her special things, even back at California, he still remembered the pony he bought for her birthday.
And he will always remember her smile.
And the fact that she has to be so careful, not being able to live in her own house, to look around each time she goes shopping, each time she goes into her car… it was making him lost his fucking mind. She deserved so much more.
They deserved better than this life of cops and criminals, he was exhausted of this infinite game of the cat and the mouse.
'Hey', she woke him up from his contemplations, giving him a dish full of noodles. They were his favourites one, and he hadn't need to tell her that. Of course she would know after all these year what she needed to order for food when he was feeling like crap.
'Thank you', he told her as they started to eat in silence.
'I will stay here for the next days', he stated, 'Don't argue with me, it's safer and you know it. For both of us'
She looked at him shyly, still eating her dinner, although she was eating so little. He was worried she could get sick, after stressful circumstances, she usually loses weight and her health deteriorates.
'The bed is big', she told him in almost a whisper, he wasn't too surprised at her invitation, he would have accept the couch but he was glad to see she was feeling the same need as him.
Their need of hold each other.
Their need of being as close as possible.
They continued to eat in silence, enjoying the small moment of peace, feeling the intimacy of it and embracing it. After they finished, he helped her throwing away the food they haven't eaten, and he helped her to put some order in the room. He decided to stretch his body on the bed while she took a shower, and he smiled at how easy it was to be comfortable and to feel at home with her. It wasn't weird, after so many years working side by side, fighting the evil, they have reached a point where everything felt natural, it was… fate.
Not that he believed in such notions but he couldn't help feeling like that.
She came out from the shower, wearing a big jersey. He recognised it instantly, he has seen it wearing it before, that time he hypnotised her, for instance.
He stared at her, and he felt hot.
She looked sexy, gorgeous and incredibly beautiful. Her damp hair falling against the jersey, her big eyes looking more vulnerable than ever, her skin glowing with whatever lotion she has put on it.
God, he wanted her so bad.
He took a big breath and he sat on the edge of the bed, still not taking his eyes off her. He extended his hand towards her, unafraid, she took it without hesitation and he pulled her to him.
She fell into his lap easily, although her breathing has fastened, her heart beating so hard he could almost hear it. He leaned to her face, so he could breathe the fragrance of her washed hair. She purred against him as a cat and he smiled lovingly at her, nuzzling her neck with his nose.
'I want you', he confessed his sin, as he looked at her in devotion.
She nuzzled his nose with her own in return, kissing the corner of his mouth, looking aroused with her cheeks reddened and her eyes slightly darkened.
'Lisbon', he whispered as she moved against his lap, feeling his desire for her. She moaned slowly and that's what made him lose it.
He kissed her with all the love he could convey, there, in that room.
More than 12 years, until they have reached their point. There was no going back after this.
He broke the kiss, so he could kiss each inch of her face with his lips, caressing each freckle of her pale face, smiling at her sights, almost crying as the emotions her eyes were reflecting.
And then, he mumbled into her ear, his biggest secret, a secret he has been trying to hide for years, a secret he was sure she knew well.
'I'm in love with you, Teresa… I have been in love with you for years, I'm tired, I'm exhausted of trying to fight it, of trying to hide it', he moved then to her mouth catching her trembling lips with his own.
'It was true then, what you told me that day', she whispered, both of them remembering that time when he confessed his love for her before shooting her in her office, those crazy days when he went to Vegas, missing her so hard he thought he could die, ' I love you, Jane. You know I do. I have loved you since the first day I saw you'
He kissed her hard, hugging her fiercely before he lifted her up with his arms, trying not to be too rough, so many years of repressed passion making him shake as a leaf. He smiled widely at her, who laughed happily in his arms, looking so small, so fragile, so beautiful, so perfect in them.
They continued kissing as he laid her down on the bed, hovering over her, caressing her silky legs. He took the jersey and lift it from her body, her head falling against the bed, her curly waves splashed on the bedspread. She kissed his wrist as he caressed her jaw, and she moaned as his hand travelled around her naked boy, barely covered by white panties.
He kissed each part with devotion, her breasts, her belly, her arms.
He licked each freckle covering her body with his tongue.
Until she took his head, with force, devouring his mouth fiercely, hugging him close, making him feel how ready she was for him. They took the rest of their clothes away, sighing at the feeling of their bodies being so close.
Then, she moved so she could sit on her lap, positioning herself.
'Let's make love, my love', she whispered then.
He caught her mouth with his own, as she lowered herself. They both gasped at the feeling of their union, he bit her neck hard, whispering her name as if he were praying, and she started to move.
They make love then, in perfect synchrony, drinking each other's sighs and moans, breathing hard.
'I adore you', he whispered against her mouth.
She threw her head back, her ivory neck glimmering with their sweat, as she moaned loudly, rocking him harder.
He felt she was close, and so was she.
He held her strongly, kissing her neck.
'You're my everything', he whispered into her ear, 'Let it go, I got you'
And she did.
And so did he, both of them holding each other, trembling and kissing languidly.
They have created their own sanctuary, and they had still a long night to discover each inch of it.
They were both completely unaware of the blinds of the window moving slightly outside their window, not much, just an inch.
But enough.
To be continued