A/N - haven't rly been in a writing mood lately, but i managed to finish this oneshot that was in my drafts for like, ever. leave a review please, it'd make my day.
this is rated m for sexual content, but it's not extremely dirty or kinky, so hopefully it's not too bad.
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Jane was really starting to regret giving her that dress for their undercover assignment.
He picked it because it looked stunning. A short white dress that hugged the beautiful curves she normally kept hidden from everyone's view. He hadn't considered how short it would be on her until now. The hem touched the middle of her thighs, exposing her long, creamy legs.
He hadn't even known about what lay beneath her typical work wear, which consisted of a blazer over a buttoned-to-the-neck blouse and slacks. It was one of the reasons why he'd chosen the dress specifically. He just knew it would look perfect on her, despite her distaste towards feminine clothing.
The dress also happened to expose her pale cleavage, sprinkled with adorable freckles. Her breasts were larger than he'd originally thought— they were still small, but big enough to fill his palms. The thought of touching them made a shiver run down his spine.
As he gazed at her from afar, he realized that choosing that dress had been a terrible, terrible mistake. He should've known that other men would have their eyes on her all night. She was the most beautiful woman in the mansion, and with every step she took her hips swayed enticingly, earning even more hungry stares.
He clutched the glass of champagne in his hand tightly, close to breaking it, but he refrained himself, taking a few deep breaths. He couldn't lose his cool, not when they're so close to solving their big case. Just a few more hours and everyone would be gone. No need to unleash the jealous beast inside of him just yet.
But he didn't think he'd be able to conceal the beast inside of him much longer. He gritted his teeth when a tall man approached her, unfairly handsome with his brown curls and athletic body.
Unable to help himself, he inched closer to the two, pretending to be incredibly fascinated with a fake plant, listening closely to their conversation.
"You," the handsome man began, looking her up and down with lustful eyes, "are insanely beautiful."
Jane swallowed hard, awaiting Lisbon's response. He knew she was flattered; the blush on her cheeks said it all. It frustrated him even more.
"Why thank you," Lisbon smiled, still in the rich-girl character Jane had assigned for her. "You're not too bad yourself."
The man's eyes twinkled. "You flatter me. What's your name?"
"Teresa," she answered, biting her lip in a seductive manner. Jane wanted to scream. "Yours?"
"Adam," the man replied lowly, and Jane could hear the undeniable lust in his voice. Bastard. "So, Teresa...beautiful name, by the way. Would you like to go upstairs?"
No, no, no. Jane clenched his fists, rage bubbling up inside of him. He couldn't let Lisbon go with him. It was highly unlikely she'd accept an offer of sex from a complete stranger, but there was a slim chance she might— Adam was an attractive man, after all.
He had to do something to stop it.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Adam?" Lisbon cocked her head to the side, her eyebrows raised.
"That depends," the man flashed a pearly-white smile. "Is it working?"
That's enough. Jane tore his eyes away from the plant in front of him and walked over, casually throwing an arm over Lisbon's shoulder and shooting the man a cool smile.
"Hi, I'm Patrick," he thrusted his hand out and Adam shook it, his brows furrowed in confusion. "I see you've met my girlfriend. A beauty, isn't she?"
Adam frowned immediately. "She's your girlfriend?"
"Yes," Patrick chuckled, secretly pleased with the man's disappointment. "I'm a very lucky man."
"I have to agree," Adam mumbled, coughing into his fist. "Excuse me. I'm gonna go get a drink."
"See ya," Jane grinned, watching the man walk away and out of sight. He glanced down at Teresa, his arm still thrown around her. The woman in question was glaring at him with her deep green eyes.
"What the hell, Jane?" She shrugged off his arm, standing before him and crossing her arms over her chest. He tried his best not to focus his attention on the baring of breasts in front of him, but he was failing miserably.
"What'd I do?" He questioned with such innocence that made her believe he really didn't know what he'd done.
"We're not actually a couple," she hissed, keeping her voice down so others didn't hear. "You didn't have to do that!"
"Oh c'mon, Lisbon," he rolled his eyes. "You didn't really like him. He's not even your type."
She gawked at him. "You don't know my type, Jane!"
"I do," he persisted. "He's too rugged for you. And he's only interested in sex, not in you as a whole. A player, if you will."
Her glare didn't falter. "So? What if I was only interested in sex too?"
His jaw tightened a little. "C'mon, Lisbon. You're better than that."
She sighed, and he could tell she agreed with him. She was a woman with needs, yes, but she rarely allowed herself to indulge in one night stands. And he stood by what he said with Adam not being her type.
"Yeah, I guess." She paused. "He was hot, though."
He faked a smile. On the inside, jealousy sparked again. "Let's go, my dear. We've got a killer to catch."
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Three hours later, the mansion was cleared out along with their top suspect, leaving Jane and Lisbon alone for the rest of the evening.
Being an insomniac, Jane wasn't interested in wasting the night away with sleep. It wasn't that late anyway; it was only midnight. Though there wasn't much for him to do. He'd already explored the house during the party and he couldn't leave. So the only thing left to do was bother his fierce little partner.
Humming softly to himself, he descended into the kitchen to find Lisbon seated at the counter with a bucket of ice cream in front of her. He gasped audibly. "Lisbon!"
Startled, she whirled around to face him. "Jane! Jesus, you scared me!"
"You're eating ice cream without me!" He accused with a finger, a slight pout creeping to his lips.
She rolled her eyes. "I was hungry and when I looked in the freezer, this was all that was there."
"You didn't even have the decency to ask if I wanted any!"
She shoveled another spoonful of rocky road into her mouth, her eyes twinkling. "Do you want any?" She questioned with her mouth full.
As much as he hated when other people spoke with their mouth full, with Teresa he found it oddly adorable. He let a chuckle slip and sat down beside her at the counter, taking the spoon from her fingers without permission.
"Hey! That's mine!"
"Doesn't feel nice, does it?" He taunted her. He scooped out some ice cream with the spoon and slipped it into his mouth, his heart quickening in his chest when he noticed her eyes dilate.
He hadn't even noticed they'd swapped saliva until he saw her look.
He slowly extracted the spoon from his mouth, keeping his gaze locked on hers. He watched her tongue dart out to wet her lips unconsciously and the sight was so innocent yet erotic at the same time that it made his jaw tick.
She was the first to look away. "Um, I think I'm gonna go to bed. Long day."
He watched her retreating figure until a part of him screamed at him to follow and make sure she didn't leave with this unspoken thread of desire hanging between them. She wanted him, he saw it in her eyes and body language. And God did he want her. He'd wanted her for years. Now was the perfect time to admit it to her.
Leaving the opened bucket of ice cream unattended he raced to catch her on the stairs, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her backwards to collide with his chest. A gasp escaped her but he quickly turned her around and muffled the sound with his mouth, her body flush against his as he devoured her lips.
Her mouth tasted like rocky road ice cream and he was sure he tasted of the same. He groaned as she nibbled on his lower lip, her small fingers slipping into his curls and lightly tugging. Her touch ignited sparks within him that soon grew into flames when he heaved her body into his arms, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
It took all of his strength to wrench his lips from hers. His own dilated eyes roamed her face, drinking in her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. Panting, he managed one word: "bed."
"That might be a good idea," she breathed, allowing him to carry her up the stairs and into the first bedroom he saw. He all but tossed her on the bed and fumbled with his sweater, pulling it off his head while she slipped off her dress in one fluid motion.
Because of the revealing, skin-tight dress she wore no bra, so her torso was completely bare when he looked at her, the only item of clothing on her pale body being white cotton underwear. His mouth went dry at the sight. Plump breasts with small, pink nipples that were already hard and begging to be touched and kissed. Her stomach was flat and he could already imagine her thighs clenching his head when he decided to feast between them.
In other words, she was beautiful. Breathtakingly so.
"Fuck," he swore. Before she could comment on his vulgar language he pounced on her, forgetting that his own torso was bare until she raked her fingernails down his tanned chest, their lips connecting for a dance of passion.
As they kissed, her fingers slid down his body until they reached his pants. She undid his belt and he shimmied out of the uncomfortable clothing, tearing his lips away from hers to trail down her neck. He kissed, nibbled and sucked up till she was moaning and writhing beneath him, the sounds only egging him on.
He kissed down her body, slowly, taking his time learning every inch of her. When he reached her bellybutton his tongue darted out and lapped at it playfully, earning a breathless chuckle from her.
His eyes flicked up to meet hers, planting a soft kiss on her hip. "You're beautiful."
She smiled warmly, another blush coating her cheeks. He loved being the one to make her blush. He hoped to be the only one for the rest of their lives.
His eyes dropped to her clothed mound and he silently slipped his fingers beneath the band of her underwear, tugging them down her legs with intense anticipation of what lay underneath. When the most intimate part of her became exposed to his line of sight, he immediately expelled a breath, his stomach pooling with desire.
He took a minute to admire her despite her antsing on the bed. She was freshly shaven and her core was nearly dripping with arousal. He was aching to taste her, so without wasting any more time he lifted a leg and planted it on his shoulder, fully opening her to him.
Her heady scent instantly hit his nose. He leaned forward and pressed a devastatingly gentle kiss to her core, a tiny squeak of surprise escaping her lips.
He chuckled against her and dragged his tongue along her slit, fully tasting her. She tasted wonderful. Sweeter than he expected. He gave her another long lick before slipping his tongue inside of her, feeling a sense of pride when her hips automatically bucked off the mattress.
"Oh," she gasped, her body beginning to shake as he thrusted his tongue in and out. He had to grip the thigh on his shoulder to keep her still, but she still managed to writhe and shiver, moans and gasps slipping past her lips. "Oh, Jane, t-that's— oh, god."
He smiled and abruptly sucked her clit into his mouth. Her whole body arched and she let out a cry of ecstasy before clamping a hand over her mouth to silence herself.
He lifted his head, licking his lips to taste her again. He grabbed her hand and trapped it at her side. "Don't. I want to hear you."
Before she could reply he dipped his head again and feasted on her once more. She did as he told her and moaned loudly once he licked around her clit, feeling her orgasm approach with the intention of throwing her off the edge.
Sensing her orgasm was near, he picked up his pace with his tongue and within seconds she came right into his mouth. He lazily licked her while she came down from her high, panting with half-lidded eyes.
"Good God," she breathed as he began kissing up her body. "You're really good at that."
He made it to her jaw and grinned. "I'm glad to have met your expectations."
She shook her head, a tiny smile playing on her lips. "Oh, no. I still have expectations for you to meet. Get out of your underwear."
"Yes boss." He smirked and shoved his boxers down his legs, tossing them aside carelessly. He felt her eyes on him, or rather on the huge erection in between his legs, and smiled shyly. "I'll be gentle."
She absently licked her lips. "No. I don't want gentle."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He braced himself above her and kissed her passionately, nudging his length against her folds, waiting for her to give him the permission he desperately needed. As much as he wanted to sheath himself inside of her, she called the shots for their first time. He didn't want to accidentally hurt her or make her uncomfortable.
She seemed to sense his apprehension because her eyes fluttered open, green colliding with blue. "Don't worry about hurting me. I want you. All of you."
Her words eased his worries a bit. He nodded and kissed her once more as he carefully slid into her, groaning at the intimate contact. She felt so good, so soft. It was like she was made for him.
She thought the same. "Patrick," she moaned once he started moving inside of her, trying to keep a slow and steady pace, but the beast inside of him wanted to pound into her and claim her as his. "Please. Don't hold back."
The sound of his first name on her lips was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. Her voice was raspy and her moans were sweet. If he were to taste her moans on his tongue, he'd be sure to get addicted. Actually, every part of her got him addicted. She was practically a drug.
Appeasing her begging, he thrusted deeper inside of her, biting down hard on his lip at the brilliant sensation sizzling inside of him. He bent his head and gave his mouth something to do. His lips found her freckled breasts and he sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it.
"God, you're beautiful," he rasped, burying his face in between her breasts as he rammed into her. "So gorgeous. Breathtaking. Perfect." He continued murmuring words of affection until her moans got louder, signaling she was close. "Cum for me, Teresa. I want to see your face as you cum. I want to know that I've made you feel good. That I've done this to you."
His words sent her over the edge. She was tumbling over it with a distinct cry. He came not too long after, pulling out of her with a groan.
He rolled off of her and faced her on the bed. She was still panting softly, trying to catch her breath. As his eyes raked over her body he noticed a few burns developing on her chest from his stubble and winced.
She caught his look and frowned. "What?"
His gaze flicked to her eyes, then back to her chest. "Your chest. I scratched you."
She glanced down at herself. "Oh. It's okay. It doesn't even hurt."
He scooted closer to her and brushed his lips along the burns. Then he lifted his head and kissed her lips languidly. They spent the next few minutes in that position, kissing until they lost their breath and had to break apart for air.
"I'm so glad Andrew or whatever his name is didn't get to have you tonight," he confessed eventually.
She propped herself up on an elbow, her eyebrows raising. "You mean Adam?"
"Bleh, Adam. Such a dumb name. So common."
"You're just jealous," she teased him.
"Damn right. Well, not anymore." He smirked. "I made love to you tonight, not him."
"I would hope not," she said, catching his slip up and laughing once he realized.
"Do you want me to run you a bath?" He queried, already sitting up to go and do just that.
She shook her head and grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving. "Just stay here with me for now. Please?"
He slowly returned to her and she angled her body better to rest her head on his chest. She sighed softly, tracing patterns on his abdomen. "What does this mean?"
"Hm?" He looked down at her with questioning eyes.
"What does this mean for us, Jane?" She pressed a kiss to his chest. "This isn't pretend, right? It's not an act we're playing?"
"No, Teresa," he replied honestly. "It's far from an act. I love you. Always have."
She raised her head and met his eyes. "You love me?"
"Yes, woman. I thought I just proved that."
"Oh." A pause. "Well maybe I need more proof."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're adorable."
She leaned forward and brushed a kiss across his stubbled jaw. "I love you too, y'know."
"That's lucky." He grinned, and the two of them sealed their future with a kiss.