A/N: Hi everyone - thank you for your comments on the previous chapter. I always appreciate it so much. We are sliding into Easter Weekend over here and I wanted to give everyone a treat! This chapter has something some of you have asked for in your comments and I'm sure other readers have thought of it... so here it is. It's a short chapter, but I hope you find it worth the read! I enjoyed writing it... *wink, wink*

Chapter 11

Lisbon's POV

She took a deep breath as she headed down the hall to Abbott's office for their meeting. He wanted to know her decision and after her fight with Jane last night, she was no closer to knowing what to do. The thought of letting go of that position gave her anxiety; her work had always been her security. She wasn't ready to decide her future today, she wasn't in the right frame of mind.

Abbott greeted her and she took a seat opposite him, exchanging small pleasantries.

"So, tell me, Teresa. What have you decided?"

"Sir, I understand that this puts you in an awkward position, but I don't have an answer for you."

"I see," he said tenting his fingers together. "Is there something I can do to help facilitate your decision?"

"Not really, sir. It's complicated."

He was watching her as though through a microscope.

"Look, there's a bit of money in the budget. I could raise your salary-"

"Sir... I assure you; this is not a negotiation tactic. Although, I wouldn't turn down a raise. It's a personal situation."

"Does this personal situation go by the name of Patrick Jane?"

"Sir?"

"It's alright, Lisbon," he said expelling a long breath. "I retract my question."

She tried to remain neutral but she knew she looked like a deer caught in headlights. Why would he ask her about Jane? He couldn't possibly know about their relationship, so this was something else, but what?

"You see this?" he said indicating two folders on his desk. "HR sent me these yesterday. One is your personnel file that I'm required to sign off on to complete your transfer and the other is a pile of resumes for your replacement."

"I know this puts you in a tough spot."

He suddenly grabbed both files, put one on top of the other, and shoved it in his drawer.

"Here's what I'm going to do. You have 12 days before you start your new position. I'm going to assume that you are staying until I hear otherwise. I won't sign your paperwork or interview for your position. Take your time."

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate your patience."

She got up to leave but he wasn't done.

"One more thing," he said, waiting for her to sit back down. "You've missed two appointments with psych. These are mandatory after your incident. Get an appointment by end of day tomorrow or I will have to pull from the field."

She was halfway back to her desk when her phone rang; it was the new specialist, she was told to expect their call. She was being hit on all sides today, she noted. She beelined for a private office space.

"Ms. Lisbon, we received a referral from your specialist's office, Doctor Fielder. Do you have a moment?"

"Yes, I do."

"I have a few openings in two months, early morning appointments. If you require afternoon, I can fit you in three months. I will also put you on the cancelation list."

"Oh... that's a long time."

"Doctor Davidson is very busy."

"Of course. I'll take your earliest appointment."

The woman on the other end gave her the details and she hung up. Last week, she canceled her referral to the D.C. specialist knowing that regardless of her decision, if she was living in D.C., she wouldn't be needing their services. When her doctor found out that she had canceled the referral, the office had called her to express his concern and to insist that she see a local specialist about her condition; they said she would be seeing the best... Doctor Davidson, which she should've realized also meant long wait times.

She headed back to her desk where Jane's couch was still empty. He volunteered to tag along with Cho on some witness interviews for their new case which was unlike him. When he returned later in the afternoon, he greeted her politely and had settled himself on his couch to read. He was obviously still upset and she couldn't wait for the end of the day so she could talk to him.

Later that afternoon...

"Jane... wake up. Jane," she said quietly.

His eyes opened in confusion and instead of smiling as he usually did when she woke him, he frowned.

"I'm heading out. Walk with me?"

He pressed his lips together in a tight line and nodded. As they walked together, she couldn't help but notice his distance. He used to let his fingers brush hers as they walked, but he gave her a wide berth today and her heart sank. When they arrived at her car, she knew she had to confront their situation; she couldn't let it continue to fester.

"We need to talk."

"What about?"

"You're mad at me."

"I'm not mad."

"You're avoiding me."

"I haven't."

"Jane... I don't want to play games."

"You don't?"

"You're upset with me. Let's just talk about it."

"I'm not upset."

"Yes, you are. You've been acting different all day."

"In what way?"

"You haven't," she took a deep breath because what she was about to say made her feel vulnerable. "You haven't touched me once today."

"I'm respecting your request."

"No… you're mad at me."

They arrived at her car and she waited for him to acknowledge the truth.

"I would like to invite you for supper at my place on Wednesday; we can talk then."

That was two days away. She must've frowned because he added, "I hope the spacing between the time we last saw each other is agreeable to you."

She ignored his jab. He was obviously still upset with her but she had to ride it out. If he wanted to pretend like everything was honky dory, she could do the same.

"Why don't we go to my place? My kitchen is bigger," she offered with fake cheeriness.

"My place is more private, as you requested. And since you want your routines and you weren't clear on when you wanted me to leave, I think it makes more sense to be at my place, that way you can leave whenever you want… you know... if we have sex."

He never called it sex between them and that hurt her. She also didn't miss his emphasis on 'if'. This whole thing was going too far.

"Jane… I didn't want it to be this way… I…"

"What way? I'm trying to set up a date as you requested. I'm playing by the rules you set."

"You're making me feel bad."

"No… I'm being clear and pragmatic. I don't want to drive in the middle of the night and this way you have more control over the time we spend together."

They stared at each other and she searched his eyes for the Jane she'd grown accustomed to but he wasn't there. This was old Jane and she felt trepidation settle in her spine. Until this moment, she hadn't realized the transformation in him these last few weeks and she felt guilty. Maybe he wasn't mad, maybe he was hurt.

"Come over to my place tonight. Let's talk. I'm sorry I hurt you, that wasn't my intention."

"Sorry, Lisbon, but I made plans for tonight. I'll see you on Thursday, okay?"

With that, he opened the door for her and waited for her to sit, then closed it and left.

The next two days were upsetting. He didn't flirt with her at work at all. He smiled at her but it wasn't the sweet smile she'd grown used to these last weeks; it was the smile he gave everyone. He didn't even try to brush up against her like he was before. He walked her to her car politely, making small talk, but didn't engage in any kind of banter with her. She tried to bring it up again, but he insisted that he was simply following her rules about their relationship at work. She decided to wait and see how the date went tonight but that was a mistake; it was a disaster from beginning to end.

She sat in her car staring at his dark trailer not knowing what to do as she remembered the last two hours she spent with him. Jane had been pleasant and polite and he had steered all the conversations to mundane subjects such as the weather, their case, and gossip he heard around the water cooler. By the end she had wanted to scream; every time she tried to bring up the subject of their relationship, he had deflected. She couldn't quell a sense of panic at the way he was acting towards her, and he hadn't touched her in days. She had been feeling desperate for contact and had reached out to him. She had gathered up her courage and had tried to kiss him, trying to reach him on a basic physical level, but he had averted his face, her lips landing on his neck instead. Then, he had taken her hands and gently created space between them. His rejection had stung as though he had slapped her. It was difficult for her to regain her composure after that.

Their conversation came back to haunt her as she recalled every word...

"Please, just talk to me."

"I'm tired. Long day. We should call it a night."

"Not before we talk about this."

"Have you changed your mind about what you want?"

"No."

"Then it's all been said, hasn't it?"

"We can't keep going on like this?"

"Like what? Like you requested?"

"You're punishing me."

"I'm just tired."

"Jane, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

She tried kissing him again but he rejected her once more. She decided to try the same tactic he used on her and told him that she missed him. It had taken a lot for her to say that to him after the way he'd been acting. She felt exposed and vulnerable, a feeling she hated, and the longer she waited for his response the more she wanted to take her words back. She remembered his eyes darting around her face, looking for something. She forced his crossed arms open and hugged him, but he had kept his arms hanging at his sides; once she felt the tears prick her eyes, she knew she was done. She would never give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She had let go and without making eye contact, she had grabbed her purse and went to the door. She had hoped he'd stop her but he didn't. When she got in her car, she still hoped that he would come for her, but instead, she had watched as he turned off the lights.

The next day went on like the ones before. She was desperate; she missed him so much. She couldn't sleep, she was wired and ready to confront him again. Especially when Simms arrives on their floor and started chatting with him in the break room. She couldn't take it anymore. She waited for him to return to his couch and asked to speak to him in the private office.

Jane's POV

He smiled openly as he followed her to the private office down the hall. There were a series of them for temporary use when agents needed privacy from the bullpen. He couldn't take his eyes off her butt as she marched in front of him, their form highlighted by the tight fit of her jeans. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her again. He felt a twitch in his loins and suppressed it.

She thought he was mad at her or hurt but he wasn't. He had been annoyed that night when she sprang her ridiculous boundaries on him but after giving it some thought later, it became clear to him that it was a progression of her overreaction to his absence and she was just pushing him away.

He knew that talking wouldn't get him anywhere in this situation; she would just dig in her heels. He called her bluff instead.

He knew what he'd been doing to her these last four days. He knew he'd been pushing her to her limit but the best way to stop her little game was to make her live the consequences of her decision. He needed her to realize what a terrible idea she had and that the way it had been between them was better. He figured she thought she would feel more in control with her plan, but by making this new situation uncomfortable for her and removing her control, she would have no choice but want to return to their previous status. It hadn't been easy; he missed her but it had to be done and by the looks of it, he might be back in her bed tonight. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as he anticipated the payoff of winning his game; it was tantalizingly close.

She opened the door aggressively and waited for him to enter. She was mad and his excitement grew. He loved verbally sparring with her.

"You're punishing me," she said as a greeting.

"I'm not."

She glared at him.

"You are. You're completely closed off."

"I'm just doing what you asked."

"I didn't ask for this. I just wanted space and time."

"And I'm giving it to you."

"No… you're punishing me."

He suppressed his smile, he loved feisty Lisbon.

"I'm doing exactly what you asked for. You want me to act like a colleague at work, that's what I'm doing. You want only three date nights, that's what I'm doing."

"You won't touch me."

"I can't be touching you at work if you want our relationship to remain a secret."

"And when we were alone… last night?"

"I wasn't in the mood. I was tired. I'm not like you, Lisbon."

He knew this would set her off, but he couldn't help himself, she was getting all fired up and he loved it.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Your view on sex is much more casual than mine. I'm going to need some time to get used to this."

He saw her blink a few times as she registered his words. He needed to make it clear to her that there would be no sex if this situation persisted. Suddenly her posture relaxed and her features took a neutral form.

"You're right," she said calmly.

Excitement coursed through his veins at the thought that all this would come to an end momentarily. He was about to give her pride a way out so they could both get what they want when her features changed again, her next words taking him by surprise.

"You know what… Patrick," she said his name saccharinely, her neutral mask giving way to a sneer. "Don't hold your breath. If you don't want me, that's just fine by me. I didn't need you before and I certainly don't need you now."

Oh no… he knew that look. He underestimated her and overplayed his hand. This was going to take longer than he expected.

"Teresa, it's not like that," he said placatingly.

"And you see this?" she said, indicating her body with her hands. "This is now off-limits to you. Don't even think about touching me."

Lisbon's POV

He had been playing her this whole time. That son of a bitch. She saw the flare of excitement in his eyes a moment ago and recognized it for what it was; him getting a high from playing his games, she'd seen it often enough to recognize it.

If he thought he could play with her and get away with it, he was sorely mistaken. He was withholding sex from her, trying to manipulate her into changing her mind. She grabbed the handle and turned around to drive her point home and make sure he understood that he'd made a huge mistake toying with her the way he did.

"And since you're not up to taking care of my needs, I will find someone who is! I'll be dating other men!"

The next day…

Jane's POV

He figured she was just mad and would calm down by the time he returned from Chicago with Cho from their overnight trip... they had left on the redeye and had been on the go ever since. That fact-finding trip had been exhausting … there had been no time to sleep properly and he felt cranky when he arrived in the bullpen and Lisbon wasn't there.

He lay on his couch, hoping to get a bit of shut-eye while he waited for her to return. It was past quitting time on a Friday and most of the department had gone home already but she was around here somewhere, her car was still in the lot.

He spotted Fischer coming towards Lisbon's desk. He kept his eyes closed pretending to sleep not wanting to engage with her.

"Ready to go?" he heard Fischer say.

Who was she talking to?

"Yes," he heard Lisbon respond from a distance.

Fischer remained where she was so Lisbon must be making her way towards her desk. He waited for her to arrive before he spoke.

"Where are you two lovely ladies going," he asked, acting bored, his eyes still closed.

"Double date," Fischer responded with enthusiasm.

He sat up quickly trying to hide his frown and maintain his composure. That's when he noticed Lisbon was wearing her 'court' dress that she kept in her locker for when she needed to testify. She wasn't wearing the blazer that she usually paired with it but had dressed it down with her black leather jacket and a pair of casual heels.

He loved that dress on her. It was a silky emerald green dress that looked like a business shirt with a belt. It was sleeveless and the hem flowed airily just above her knee. She usually kept the buttons tied up for modesty, but as he caught up with them halfway to the elevators and she turned, he saw that the buttons were undone and it was plunging between her breasts. His mind went into panic mode; he had to stop this.

"Lisbon, I need a minute with you before you go."

"Sorry. No time Jane. It will have to wait."

"This can't wait."

"Yes, it can."

He gave her a warning look with his eyes. He didn't care if Fischer could see it.

"Uh… how about I meet you downstairs," Fischer said looking strangely at both of them.

"What do you want?" she whispered as soon as Fischer was out of earshot.

"Let's go somewhere private."

"Here is fine."

"I thought you didn't want people knowing your business," he pointed out.

She pinched her lips together and walked briskly towards the private offices. Her anger was radiating off of her in waves from her tiny frame. This time she entered the office first and swung on her heel, her eyes blazing.

"What?"

"What? You're asking me 'What?'! You're the one going on a date."

"And... your point is?"

"And I told you I don't share."

"This barbaric act leaves a lot to be desired, Jane."

She emphasized his last name as a jab at him.

"This has gone far enough. You wanted a reaction, you got it. Let's not do this dance again… let's just call a truce."

Her face contorted into a disbelieving grimace, her body adopting a stubborn stance as she crossed her arms.

"No."

"Cancel your plans," he said, as though speaking to a misbehaving child.

"No."

He expelled a breath and tried to reason with her.

"Do you expect me to be okay with this?"

"I don't expect anything from you. You made that clear as crystal."

"I thought you didn't like games?"

"I don't. This is not a game. I have a real date."

"Then you'd be okay if I dated someone else?"

"Go ahead. Simms would be very receptive to your advances."

"Is that really what you want?"

"Do what you want. I don't care."

That was a lie, she did care. He needed to get serious and stop this charade.

"What I want is you… only you."

She made a disbelieving noise with her mouth.

"Are you done? I have plans," she said looking bored.

"Teresa, you don't really expect me to let you go on this date do you?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Let me?" she chuckled wryly. "You don't have a say."

"You're obviously upset… and we should talk," he conceded.

"So now we should talk because you say so? What about when I wanted to talk? But you were just playing your game," she said shaking her head. "I have to go. I don't have time for this."

She grabbed the handle to leave and hesitated. His heart raced; she would give in. She couldn't possibly be serious about going on this date but suddenly his mind started computing some of the details he'd missed in his panic to stop her. She had no idea he would be back today. The original plan was to return tomorrow morning and the team knew this including her. He's the one that pushed Cho to come back today so he could see her. She wasn't trying to make him jealous, he wasn't supposed to be here to stop her… she had planned this date with his absence in mind.

"Teresa," he said, his panicked tone hitting his ears, fearing she'd had enough and was really through with him.

How could he have miscalculated this situation to this degree? His heart was slamming in his chest like he ran a marathon, his brain jamming on the thought that he'd lost her.

She turned slightly towards him when he said her name and that's when he saw it. Her eyes betrayed her as they always did and revealed a clue; she was disappointed. In a matter of seconds, his brain looked for a connection for this new detail to the rest of the information he had at hand from the last few days and weeks; he'd been trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle without the photo on the box… but suddenly he saw the picture and knew how the pieces needed to go together and as they started to lock into place in his mind, he immediately knew his mistake.

He quickly placed his hand on the top part of the door where she couldn't reach, preventing the door from opening. She whipped around, turning angry eyes on his.

"What the hell, Jane. Let go."

"No."

His folly was so clear now. He rejected her advances the other night. Sex and touch were her primary means of expression and he shut them down hoping to force her hand and get what he wanted from her but he'd been wrong.

"Take your hand off the door or I will make you."

"No," he replied with a half-smile.

Now that he knew the code… her actions were so easy to decipher. His smile seemed to infuriate her but he was so relieved that he'd figured out the problem, he couldn't stop. She was getting angrier the more he smiled and he called on all his inner faculties to present a neutral expression. She was watching him now and he couldn't stop looking at her expressive green eyes sparking back at him.

He was sure in his resolve that he was doing the right thing now. She didn't trust his words and she doubted his feelings because actions were her currency. She communicated with actions and she used touch, and sex to show affection. Seeing as she hardly let anyone touch her, including Pike, for which she admitted that they hardly had sex, he should've pieced this together earlier. He'd been so blind. She had been opening up to him, just not in the way he recognized until now. He'd been starving her thinking he could win, but what he needed to do was double down. He'd screwed up badly but now that he knew the score he could fix it.

"Jane," she said his name as a warning. "Take your hand off the door!"

He watched her get angrier and observed her with fascination. She could have overpowered him by now and left but she hadn't. A good yank on her part would probably do the trick; she was freakishly strong for her size but she was still here, waiting. He doubted she understood her own actions right now.

Then he remembered that conversation weeks ago where she'd inadvertently revealed that she'd been disappointed that he had let her date Marcus when he had feelings for her and hadn't stopped her... that's the link to the disappointment he saw in her eyes just now and why she was still standing here. She'd been testing him, but not consciously; she probably rationalized many reasons for her actions and his but all that mattered now was that he got a failing grade. He had to come to her level and give her what she needed in a language she understood.

"Jane!"

She hadn't given up on him, she just needed him to act. So he would, in a way that she wouldn't expect. She was his and there was no way another man was touching her ever again and that was the first step; stopping her date. Her hands balled up into fists and he couldn't help but smile.

"You think this is funny?"

"No. Not funny. Not funny at all," he responded seriously. "I can't let you leave. I can't. I won't let another man touch you… kiss you… you're mine."

He smiled softly at her. He knew the rules… he just had to play the game to win. And he would win. He wouldn't have to rein himself in at all. She needed exactly what was in his true nature to be… a part of him that he'd suppressed with Angela because she hadn't responded well to it. She had needed the hearts and flowers treatment from him with words of love and adoration. But Lisbon was different; he'd let this part of him slip a few times with her and she'd been receptive. His instinct had been to hide this part of himself from her because of his experience with Angela, but he'd been wrong; Lisbon just needed him as he was. He bet she would respond favorably to his possessive side under certain conditions… like this one. She didn't want words of love and gifts of jewelry and flowers… she needed physical demonstrations and actions.

He crowded her against the door and locked it.

"What're doing?" she said with an annoyed tone.

"Teresa… you're mine and you're not going anywhere."

"Oh please, Jane. Give me a break," she said rolling her eyes.

She tried to turn to leave but he used his body to block her and pulled her against him. She looked unimpressed and more annoyed if that was possible. When she opened her mouth to protest, he kissed her. She fought him a bit, pushed at him, trying to avert her mouth but he kept a firm hold on her and she gave in. At no point was he overpowering her physically; she could have taken him down at any time with little effort on her part.

Her hands fisted in the lapels of his suit jacket and she returned his kiss with his same matched intensity. He smiled against her mouth; he'd been right.

It had been days since he'd had a taste of her and he let his need rule because that's what she needed. He pushed her against the door, pressing himself intimately against her, making her feel his erection on her soft belly. She moaned in his mouth.

He hiked up the hem of her dress and lifted her slightly so he could get more contact with her core. He pressed himself against her repeatedly, as he dominated their kiss, devouring her to his liking.

"Cancel your date."

"No."

"You're mine."

"No."

He released her, putting her feet back on the floor, she moaned in protest against his lips. He pulled her panties aside, not bothering to remove them, and stroked her, inserting his fingers inside her. Her knees buckled, she was dripping wet. He pulled his lips from hers to suck her taste from the two fingers he had inside her. She froze as she watched him, her eyes intent on his action, her pulse visibly pounding at the column of her delicate throat. Her taste made his body throb and his mind went blank. He reclaimed her mouth as he simultaneously undid the zipper of his pants and hurriedly released himself, being inside her his only thought. Her legs wrapped around him as he picked her up, his cock probing her entrance. He wanted to immediately bury himself deep but his brain had just enough spark to remember his goal.

"Cancel your date," he ordered huskily.

"No."

"You're mine," he whispered aggressively.

This wasn't a role he was playing… this was his inner animal wanting to stake its claim on her at all cost and it wanted free rein and he was tired of holding it in and suppressing it.

"No."

She was squirming and it became unbearable. He pushed inside her a bit, his breathing erratic, the animalistic part of him fighting his mind for control of his body. He just wanted to pound into her and make her his. He clenched his teeth, trying to regain a bit of control.

"You're mine."

"No."

She closed her eyes and begged him to take her saying his name repeatedly while pulling at him with her hands and legs. He lost the battle against her body and his and pushed in all the way. She gasped and he stopped; her eyes opened and fixed on his, drunk on lust. Her lips parted as her breathing came in shallow pants, her swollen cherry lips glistening from his rough kisses. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and he knew she was tasting him.

"You're mine," he groaned with possessive power.

Her eyes widened in surprise at his tone; he held her gaze for a few seconds before he started moving slowly but steadily inside her. It felt so good to be enveloped in her velvet heat, it took everything he had to control himself. He kissed her softly, nipping her lips, seeking her compliance.

"Say you're mine, Lisbon," he used her work name to establish his final dominance over her.

She shook her head.

"You're mine. Only mine. You know you're mine."

He watched her eyes and they finally confirmed what her lips refused to say; that she was his. He couldn't control his physical need anymore. His brain shut down and his body took over. He took her with wild abandon, her taste in his mouth, her scent of arousal in the air around him, the sensations too acute focusing his body on just one goal; his release.

All his senses peaked together then muted as he came hard, spilling himself inside her, a series of guttural groans escaping from his throat against his will in the quiet of the office. He squeezed her tight as he continued to pulsate inside her, his chest burning from lack of oxygen and heaving from the intensity of his exertion.

They remained in their intimate position as his senses returned; he didn't trust his strength to make a move right now. He kissed her face repeatedly needing that constant contact then buried his nose in her neck, placing soothing kissing to her pulse and breathing her in. He'd missed her so much.

"Are you okay?" he asked her softly.

She nodded and he kissed her again before setting her back on her feet as he pulled out slowly. He continued kissing her as he zipped himself back in, not ready to break contact. She pulled away, about to adjust herself but he grabbed her wrists halting her progress and making her frown. He wasn't done. He didn't get everything he wanted from her.

He reached between her legs and rubbed the semen that was fighting gravity over her sensitive flesh and watched her. Her eyes closed as her thighs quaked against his hand. She hadn't come yet. He scrunched the hem of her dress in his other hand against her belly so he could watch himself pleasure her. She moaned, gripping his biceps to steady herself.

"Stop," she begged. "Not here."

"You're mine," he repeated as he nipped her lips and kissed her softly continuing his assault on her senses. "Cancel your date."

"I can't," she croaked.

She jerked uncontrollably against his hand, her head coming to rest on his arm as she came, her soft womanly flesh throbbing rapidly under the pressure of his fingers as she muffled her moans in the sleeve of his jacket.

He held her, stroking her softly to help her ride out her climax. He let go of the hem of her dress and used his free hand to bring her face to his and kissed her, still rubbing her intimately. He couldn't get enough of her taste.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss, and panic set in her eyes, her rapid blinking washing away the lust from their depths.

"I have to go."

"No, you don't. You want to stay."

He caressed her oversensitized flesh to make his point. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she clung to his biceps for stability again and he smiled at the wanton picture she made.

"Oh god, Jane... please stop. I really have to go."

He brought his mouth to her ear and inserted his tongue making her moan. She cupped his face and brought his mouth to hers, kissing him hungrily, her body pressed against his again.

"I really have to go," she said holding his face a few inches from hers, her breath coming in pants against his lips.

She was so stubborn but he loved that about her. She was still at the mercy of her body as he continued stroking her core intimately. She wanted to come again and it's all he could think about, too.

"I'm going on the date," she uttered quickly in one breath. "Let me go... please."

He held her in place and her eyes sprang to his questioningly. He smiled. I guess they would have to go through this dance again where he chased her but this time it would be fun because he knew how to catch her. He closed his eyes briefly as possessive thoughts raced through his mind at the thought of her with another man, thoughts he usually suppressed... thoughts he didn't need to hide from her anymore. This part of him that he'd released on her seemed to be working to his advantage and he decided to give it free rein.

"Okay... I'll let you go if that's what you want," he said, continuing to stimulate her.

He used the finger of his free hand to trace the delicate column of her throat and kissed it, sucking her pulse gently. Then he made his way slowly to her ear and kissed the area behind it, inhaling her. She angled her neck giving him better access and he thrilled at the thought of being the one that made her respond like that. Mine, the voice inside his head kept repeating like a mantra. He brought his lips close to her ear, needing to give voice to his carnal thoughts before he let her go.

"Tonight... every time you walk, you'll only think of me as your thighs stick together from my cum," he said softly in her ear as he spread his semen on her inner thighs. Her breath audibly caught and he smiled, spurred on to continue. "And when you're sitting across from your date, you'll miss me inside you when you feel the wetness of my cum that dripped out of you in your panties."

He replaced her panties to their original place and rubbed her through them, the thin flimsy material becoming wet with his semen. He kissed her again, inserting his tongue in her mouth, touching hers while pressing his entire body against her tiny one, dominating her. She returned his kiss with fervor, her tongue dueling with his, her teeth nipping. She was still turned on; he could taste it.

"You love having me inside you after we're done making love, don't you?" he said, kissing her again.

She moaned against his mouth in agreement and he felt himself get rock hard again.

"You're mine. All mine."

She didn't deny it this time and he smiled against her lips. He won. He let her go and she blinked a few times as if to get her bearings.

"Oh my god! I have to go! Fischer's waiting for me."

She kissed him chastely, her eyes seeking on his, searching for a brief moment. Then she smiled shyly and the next thing he knew the door was open and she was racing out. He felt energized as he walked back to the bullpen. The thrill of a new game and now a chase was upon him. He wasn't done with her tonight, he was just getting started. He was going to crash her date because he couldn't let her think he would let her go without further consequences. He told her he didn't share, and now he would show her what that meant. It's what she wanted; of that, he was sure. He needed to stamp his claim on her at every turn because that's what Teresa needed and he was more than happy to do it.

It wouldn't be hard to figure out where they'd be… women were funny creatures; they liked the familiar to feel secure. This was a new date and a double date. Fischer loved that pub a few blocks away and since they hadn't taken their cars, as he observed looking out into the parking lot, and they were both wearing heels, he was sure that's where he would find them. He went to the washroom to clean up and then headed back to his couch to rest. He'd let her get comfortable before he showed up.

A/N: There you have it... hope it lived up to your expectations. Jealous Jane is always fun to write but also very difficult. There's a twist coming up in the next chapter and I'm ramping up the angst.

As always... let me know what you think of this chapter and I'm curious about what you think the twist will be.