AN: So, this is the final chapter. Sorry for the delay by the way and thank you for all the amazing and kind reviews. You guys rock.
Disclaimer: Tonight would be a good night if I owned this.
The sounds of footsteps wake you on a Saturday morning.
You rub your sleepy eyes and you try to suppress a yawn while rising from your couch.
The familiar scent of cinnamon lings in the air and you roll your tired eyes.
Only Teresa Lisbon would come to the office on the weekends.
She let her office door opened and you enter the cubicle, reclining against the door, smiling.
You can't see her face because her back is facing you, but you won't complain. Every part of her body facing you is perfect.
She's humming a tune you soon recognise as yours and your smile turns into a huge grin. You can tell that she's happy and because of that you wish to see her like this more often.
The weight of the world is no longer resting on her shoulders during the weekends and it's really nice to see her, the woman behind the badge, behind the gun and behind the law, having fun being herself.
You day dream about her and when that happens, your mood usually changes, your heart sings everytime she smiles and your body reacts to her touch…
When she touches you, all you want to do is kiss the lights out of her, pin her to a wall and…
"JANE!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!"
Your eyes observe her and you smirk. You just scared…
"…the hell out of me!!! What are you doing here?"
While trying to find the right words to say, your gaze falls on her lips and your mind goes blank. You don't know how but in the next second your lips are only inches apart from hers.
Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes, the most powerful shade of green, turn almost black with desire. Your arms circle her waist and you make the first move…
Letting your lips linger softly on hers, you relinquish in the comfort (maybe love) she provides you.
All the times you've kissed her and you've never felt anything like this before…
Passion…
Lust…
Wildness…
Desire…
Love…
Wait a minute… Love?
Parting, you notice her legs wobbling and you hold her, like she always did to you.
Love? You love her, but you won't say it aloud…yet.
You must see the spark in her green eyes when you tell her… You must know if she feels the same…
For a man whose life was based on taking dangerous chances, for a man who's not afraid to be beaten or killed by someone, now you are scared, terrified…
"Patrick"
Husky voice driving you crazy…
"Patrick, what do you want with all this?"
It's time… No armour to hide… Heart racing wildly, blood pumping through your veins…
"It's not what I want, it's what I wish for"
"What do you wish for, then?"
"Teresa, I wish you. Only you"
"Wh… I… but…"
You don't allow her to form a coherent sentence. You kiss her again, leaving her breathless and flushed, with her arms around your neck.
You're her anchor, her protector, her bless and her curse and you know it. You have the power to drive her mad, to make her happy, to torment and annoy her or to make her scream your name…
"I wish you too Patrick. I wish you too"