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Author's Notes: A big thank you to all my reviewers. It is truly appreciated, from the bottom of my heart. You don't know how much you motivate me.
This chapter we're going into season 1 territory, the pilot to be precise. There are several reasons for that. For one I needed a Red John case (my brain took the easy road, it didn't want to make up a whole Red John case up for 1 chapter). Another reason is that, in my mind, Jane has been with the team from 1 year to 18 months before the pilot. This is perfect timing.
This doesn't mean that I'm going to follow every episode; it certainly won't become a 'missing scenes' fic. I am doing this just so we know where we actually stand in the timeline.
Last but not least, sorry for such a long wait but my iPod ate the beginning of this chapter and it really annoyed me to rewrite it. I also don't know if I'll have the time to update next week. Maybe Wednesday.
In the meantime I hope you like this slightly angsty and rather steamy chapter. Yes, this chapter completely had a mind of its own.
Enjoy.
She should have never let him in.
Jane had disappeared after they had solved the Red John case that ended up being a copycat. Just like Jane had predicted. The last she had seen of him was when he gave her the origami frog. The team had eaten the sorry-for-making-you-angry-but-I-did-solve-the-case-donuts Jane had brought them after clearing up their stuff from their temporary office. Afterward she had told them to go back to the hotel. They had decided to stay one more night before flying back to Sacramento. Everyone was tired and deserved a good night of sleep.
She had stayed to finish the most important paperwork on the case. She had noticed Jane's absence but hadn't been worried. She understood he needed some time alone, anyone would in his place.
She was exhausted when she got back to the hotel but decided to try Jane's door before turning in. She knocked but he didn't answer. Maybe he was asleep? Not probable, the man was a bit of an insomniac. Certainly on Red John cases. He always seemed to be high on adrenaline when those came around. It worried her but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. That was something he had to work out on his own. That left her two options. He was either away or purposefully ignoring her. The second choice made her feel weird inside. She didn't like it.
Shrugging her shoulders she decided to let it be. She would see him tomorrow morning. When she entered her room she tiredly kicked off her shoes and undressed herself, not caring where her clothing ended up. She found her pajamas on her bed and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. She was tense and in her book there was nothing better than a hot shower to relax. It also guaranteed her a good night of sleep. When she was done she dried herself, brushed her teeth and put on her pajamas. Finally she let herself fall on her bed. Her body was pulled into a deep sleep mere second after her head hit the pillow.
The knocking on her door woke her up. She checked the hour, 2AM. She groaned; 3 hours of sleep wasn't nearly enough to make up for the last few days. Maybe whoever was knocking would give up if she didn't answer? Knock knock. Or not. Annoyed she dragged her body out of the warm cocoon that was her bed. She checked the peephole and wasn't surprised to see Jane. She didn't want to deal with him right now. She quickly dismissed that thought; it was quite hypocritical to think so after she herself had wanted him to open the door had he been there.
He was going to knock again when she opened the door and quickly pulled him inside her room. She didn't want to risk anyone seeing him at her door at such an hour. The risk was minimal but she wasn't in the mood to tempt her luck right now.
She was going to ask him what he wanted when he moved toward her with a determined look on his face. His body pressed hers against the door as he took her face in his hands and his mouth descended upon hers.
She was too shocked to respond. They had never done that before, never gone that far. It was like an unspoken rule between them. No kissing allowed.
He obviously took note of her unresponsiveness and distress because he quickly pulled back and whispered a simple, "It's okay," against her lips. His eyes convinced her, they were pleading and desperate. How could she say no? How could she say no to the man she was so intimately connected with?
She gave an almost imperceptible nod and he was kissing her again. Without hesitation she responded back with fervor, putting her arms around his neck. Slowly their lips parted and their tongues tangled together. She moaned and closed her eyes, loving the taste of him. It was intoxicating, just like he was.
The kiss was passionate and wild and it reminded her of the first time they had sex together. They only parted when breathing became a necessity. They panted harshly and could feel their hearts beating rapidly. Only millimeters separated them and their warm breaths were mingling together. She slowly opened her eyes and they locked onto his. Their gaze spoke volumes without words. They didn't regret it but there was no turning back now. It had been unexpected but both had wanted it and known the consequences it would bring. They would think about those later. Right now they were going to enjoy this newfound freedom.
He began trailing kisses over her cheeks, eyes, forehead, mouth; slowly descending to the pulse point on her neck to gently suck and nip at. Her back arched and she trust her groin into his. She could feel him getting hard. Her hands gently trailed toward the front of his pants to open them but his hands intercepted hers before she could reach her goal. He held them above her head before kissing her again. This time it was slower but still passionate. They slowly explored each other's mouths; tongues skimming past lips, teeth and palate. She quickly understood he liked to lead and dominate while kissing. Most of the time he was happy to follow her lead so the change was nice and refreshing. She let him, content to let him lead for once. It helped that the man was an amazing and thorough kisser.
After a while he let her arms go and effortlessly took her into his arms. Surprised she wound her arms around his neck and her legs did the same to his waist. They continued to kiss while he led her towards the bed in the center of the room. She gasped when he let go of her and she tumbled onto the bed. She hadn't been holding him tightly enough, not anticipating his move. She moved backwards, intent on making place for him. He looked at her with lust filled eyes and slowly began to undress. She didn't say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment. Tonight he was the one in charge.
Piece by piece his suit joined her clothes on the floor. Lisbon avidly watched his every move, she didn't want to miss a single thing. The sight was erotic and her arousal was getting higher. He was going to kill her. Despite the slow progress of his little impromptu spectacle there was nothing teasing about his demeanor. He seemed intense and determined. He was slightly frightening, like a predator. She shivered in anticipation.
After what seemed like an eternity he finally let go of the last and most important piece of clothing, his boxers. There he stood in all his glory. The golden hair, wide shoulders, muscular if slightly rounded stomach and strong legs. His arousal was also a sight to behold, pulsing with need and straining against his stomach. She clenched her thighs together.
He joined her on the bed and pulled her legs toward him. She fell flat on her back while he kneeled over her, one leg at both side of her hips. She wondered what he was up to when she felt his hands skim over her stomach. A groan escaped her lips; she hated the feeling of cotton between them. All she wanted was to feel his naked flesh against hers.
He found the bottom button of the pajama shirt she was wearing and opened it. He leaned toward the newly exposed flesh and put an open mouthed kiss on her tummy pouch. At the next button it was her belly button that received the same treatment. He undid them one by one, up to her throat. She always got a brush of his lips in return.
Next he pushed the material of her shoulders, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He continued with the discovery of her body. Not that she was complaining but, apparently, her breasts and nipples had earned a right for more attention. Her hard nipples were proof that she liked it very much.
After worshipping her upper body for what seemed like an eternity he decided that he wanted more and unceremoniously pulled off her pajama pants and panties. She helped him by lifting her hips before spreading her legs around his kneeling form. She was wet and the trimmed hair of her mound was glistering. All this foreplay and his little show of masculinity had aroused her like crazy.
The sight of Teresa Lisbon open and bare before him broke Jane's self-restrain. He tested her readiness with two fingers, put on the condom he had taken with him and positioned his weeping member at her entrance. Without further warning he imbedded himself deeply inside of her. She let out a little yelp, not having been prepared for his rough penetration. Normally they always did that part slowly.
He could feel her internal muscles fluttering around him, trying to accommodate his size. The feeling only intensified his need for her more and he started to pull out of her just to ram back in a second later. He continued this heavy cadence while she could only wrap her limbs around his waist. The movement changed the penetration angle and his erection went in even deeper on the next trust.
She let her arms roam his back and over his ass, squeezing the flexing flesh from time to time. His face was buried in her neck, his tongue licking the salty sweat away. She moaned at the sensation and he doubled his efforts. She actively met him trust for trust even if it was clear he was the one controlling the peace.
Their chests were crushed together, the fine chest hairs scratching at the sensitive skin of her breast and nipples. It made her clench around him.
Her increasing tightness made him groan as he continued his incessant in and out. He completely lost control and unknowingly started whispering words into her neck.
"Please, please don't leave me." With each word he trust violently into her. She gasped and held onto his shoulders. He had never been so driven before.
He could feel his orgasm approaching and without breaking his rhythm he put a hand between their bodies and started rubbing the bundle of nerves above where their bodies were joined.
As his climax rushed through his body he pinched her nub and all the sensations put together was enough to make Lisbon come explosively around him. He was jerking and straining while her body arched and clenched viciously around his pulsing member.
He bit her shoulder to stop the scream bubbling up his chest. Her mouth opened in a silent cry.
When it was over he released her shoulder and collapsed boneless onto her. He was heavy but neither had the strength to move. She was slowly starting to come to her senses when she realized two things. One, there was something wet trailing down her neck and two, he was whispering something into her ear. The first made her body jolt with the sudden realization that he was crying. The second made her body tense and the blood in her veins turn cold. She could distinctly hear what he was saying. I need you. I need you. I need you. Over and over again.
With strength she didn't know she still possessed after such exertion she roughly pushed him off of her. They both winced when his tender flesh left hers. His red and puffy eyes looked at her in confusion. He didn't understand the sudden movement. It conflicted with how good he had been feeling a second earlier. His brain scrambled for an answer. He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? He could just watch on helplessly as she hurriedly put her clothes back on. Her eyes avoided his; her attention solely focused on putting herself and her appearance back together. He frowned, what was happening?
When she was done she simply stated, "Remember to get back to your own room by morning, I don't want to have to explain this to the team."
The door closed without a sound. Behind she left a naked Patrick Jane with a clueless expression on his face. It was only then that he noticed he had been crying.
She spent the rest of the night driving aimlessly around. She had nothing else to do - her room was taken – and it had always helped to calm her down and put her thoughts in a semblance of order. She did a lot of thinking but she came up with nothing for why she had felt the urge to leave like that. She had followed her instinct and it had told her to run. She was as clueless as him. Her frustration only escalated so she decided to head back, hoping he had left already. She didn't have the energy to face him right now.
When she came back her room was empty. The only evidence left behind were the rumpled sheets.
She lay down and was going to give into an exhausted sleep for the next two hours when her eyes flew open. She finally understood what had bothered her so much about those words. Actually the kiss alone should have clued her in. She knew something had been wrong from the beginning.
In reality it wasn't so much that Jane had said those words to her; it was that she felt the same way. She needed him and she needed him to need her.
Slowly but surely he had wormed his way into her heart; she didn't know if she wanted him out.