A/N Finally get to upload chapter 4, sorry for the little delay. I did intend to do it a couple days ago but due to some internet problems I couldn't!

Disclaimer: I keep on forgetting this, oh well remembered today :) and it's still not mine.

The end of this chapter I would say is probably M rated, just to warn you, so if you don't like that, I wouldn't read it :)

Sooo... Enjoy!

Chapter 4

They all arrived in Florida the afternoon of the next day. It had been one long night for Teresa, there were so many things running around inside her head. Her father, her brothers and finally Patrick. She couldn't take her mind off the fact they almost kissed; she had only known him a couple of hours and she was going to kiss him, not to mention he was one of John's closest friends. What was she thinking? She still couldn't get rid of the feeling that blossomed in her chest whenever she thought back to the almost kiss, she also couldn't deny the fact that she wanted to do it again, but this time kiss them ever so soft looking lips.

This was the thought that frightened her, what if she did end up in that situation again? She doubted she could stop herself. This then led her to John, who she never felt like this with. There was also the matter of if he ever found out, she was pretty sure that wouldn't go well.

Jane looked over at Teresa from where he was behind the car, retrieving his bag from the boot. He noticed that she'd been in a daze throughout most of the day; part of him hoped that she was reliving their moments together last night, like he had many times. Part of him didn't however, not knowing how she felt about it. He didn't want it to be awkward between them now.

"Wow, it's beautiful" Teresa commented looking up at the large white beach house.

"Yeah 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms. We only need 3 of the bedrooms though right?" John suggested a glint in his eye Teresa didn't like. She still wasn't ready to take that step with him yet; she just wasn't sure how long he was willing to wait.

"You want me to grab your bag for ya?" Patrick asked Teresa trying to break the tension and awkwardness that seemed to follow John's 'suggestion' as it were. One that Jane wasn't fond of, but was expected considering they were together.

"No it's fine. I'm not unable" She replied quite bluntly causing Patrick to turn toward her, however the mischievous look in her eye told him she was kidding, causing him to automatically grin. She was even more beautiful when she smiled if that's possible he thought to himself. How was he going to last a whole week around her?

"Fine, go ahead lead the way, mighty abled one" Patrick grinned towards her as she giggled back turning to go inside, Dylan and John already inside.

"How's your nose feeling?"

"It's okay now, thanks" She replied looking at the floor, she felt a little embarrassed about what happened and how she put all her emotions out there, telling him everything like she did.

"Hey, don't worry about last night" Patrick said, grabbing wrist softly stopping her just outside the door, sensing her embarrassment and trying to reassure her.

"Don't worry? I don't even know you and I almost…" She whispered back, cautious of Dylan and John hearing them, whilst yanking her arm out of his grasp. Patrick stood there watching her as she walked in; feeling a little angry at her response, didn't know him? He felt they got to know one another pretty well, and how her mood suddenly changed. What had he done? Sighing to himself he followed her in, shutting the door behind himself.

Later that evening after settling in and sorting their items into their own rooms, the four of them sat round the oval dinner table with their Chinese takeout. Both Dylan and John had been drinking, a beer sat beside each of them. Jane and Teresa passed on the beer deciding on a tea instead for Jane, coffee for Teresa.

"So how long have you guys known each other?" Teresa asked them curiously.

"Well, me and Dylan have known each other for years, what's it been like 8, 9 years?" John answered.

"Yeah 9 I think" Dylan confirmed.

"What about you and Patrick?" She continued trying to find out more.

"Hmm what's it been Jane? 3 years?" John replied, looking towards Jane.

"Yeah something like that." He answered looking toward John, who smiled at him, both remember how miserable Jane's life was at the time.

"What about you Reese, how did you meet John?" That caught Teresa off guard, she wasn't expecting that question. She looked towards John her eyes begging him not to say anything. He looked at her and grinned as if he was enjoying her discomfort.

"Erm… well I was in the field behind where I live, I go for walks there now and then. He saw me and we got talking" Teresa looked from John to Patrick where she then grinned at him. He looked back at her, but his face was impassive as if he was trying to read her for some reason, she couldn't decide whether that was a good or bad thing, the lack of response from him made her think the latter.

Yawning, she picked up her empty plate and cup moved into the kitchen where she put them into dish washer. Moving back to where the others were saying good night to everyone. She then moved round the table giving John a quick kiss on his cheek, then stalked off upstairs to hers and John's room.

Sitting across the table Jane watched Teresa kissed John before she went upstairs. He wasn't sure if he envied John or if it was plain jealousy and he didn't get jealous easily.

"So how are things with 'er then?" Dylan asked John, Jane frowned at the question a little.

"Oh it's alright. She's got a pretty face, not sure about the body yet, if you get me" John replied chuckling to himself as he took another swig of his beer.

"You haven't screwed that yet?" Dylan picked up his beer glancing at John sat next to him, grin plastered on his face.

"Nah, not yet. Maybe later" John winked at Dylan mischievously as they both began laughing. Jane sat the opposite side of the table to them staring at his empty plate clenching his jaw together, preventing him from saying anything. How could they talk about her like she was a piece of meat! She deserved better than him. Why did she even get involved with him of all people in the first place?

"Hey, Jane? What's up with you?" John's question caused him to come out of his daze; John was giving him a pointed stare from across the table.

"Sorry, just a little tired" It wasn't a lie, he was tired, except that wasn't the reason he was staring down at his plate gritting his teeth.

"Alright. What's with this nickname you give Teresa?" Oh he had heard it then. He doubted Teresa would wanted everyone knowing where that came from, if she wanted to tell him then that was up to her, so Jane lied.

"Oh you know the sweets. Just reminds me is all" Jane didn't think he'd ever lied as bad as that before, but John seemed to buy it, so he didn't care.

"Oh whatever. I'm off to bed, I'll see you guys in the morning" Leaving his empty beer bottles and plate on the table John stalked off up the stairs, following the same path Teresa had made not so long ago. Jane couldn't help but wonder what was running through John's mind as he went up the stairs; maybe he didn't want to know.

When John reached his and Teresa's room he noticed that she was asleep. He stripped down so the only item of clothing he had left on were his black boxers, then climbed in to the large king sized bed. He scooted over and looked at Teresa who lay asleep half on her back, half on her side. Grinning wickedly at her he moved so that he lay over her but held his weight on his arms.

Not even stirring from her sleep Teresa just lay there as John slowly descended his lips on to hers, making her gasp as she woke. Pinning her to the bed with his body John lay on top of her one of his hands slowly reached into her pyjama shorts.

"John…" Breaking the kiss Teresa started to squirm away from his touch a little.

"Come on Teresa, I know you wanted it too, you've been flaunting it in front of me for weeks" With that he pulled her shorts and panties down in one.

"I…" Teresa couldn't form the words she wanted to say, with the look in his eyes she wasn't sure how he would respond tonight. His lips descended on hers again, hungrily forcing his tongue into her mouth.

Still kissing her, he pulled his boxers down and forcefully slid inside her. She gasped at the unexpected pain it caused; this wasn't exactly how she imagined her first time was going to be, she was strong though she would overcome this. He wasn't the worst man in the world that she could be in this with she thought and maybe she had been flaunting herself around in front of him, maybe she had unintentionally asked for it. She willed herself to relax as she continued to feel pain instead of pleasure between her legs, as he repeatedly moved inside her.

A/N: Well there in Florida! Not a great start for Lisbon though, I was a little hesitant in writing the last part, but I thought it showed you what John was capable of?

Let me know what you think, did you enjoy it or not? I'm also open to any ideas about the story just let me know, thanks :)