Chapter 8

Lisbon woke slowly, taking a moment to register the arms wrapped around her waist, her growling stomach, daylight seeping around the window shades, and the fact that she was utterly, completely naked. She tilted her head back to study the sleeping man beside her. Jane looked more at peace than she had ever seen him. Lisbon eased out of his embrace and slipped from the bed. She crossed her room, rummaged in her dresser and pulled out another tank and short set, dressing quietly, then took care of the necessary bathroom business. Jane never moved. Lisbon pulled the door to, tiptoeing down the hall to the kitchen and pulling out the makings for breakfast. She bustled about the kitchen, startled out of her reverie when Jane slipped behind her and lifted her off the ground.

Lisbon squealed in surprise. "Hey! Set me down! The eggs!"

"Hang the eggs, woman. You left me." Jane turned her and tipped her chin up for a kiss.

"Mmm. I was starving. We slept through the night. That was not my intent,"

"Nor mine. I had other plans for you." He kissed her forehead, then released her.

Lisbon turned back to the stove, poking the scramble with a spatula. "As you say, do tell."

Jane set two glasses on the table, filled them with juice, then pulled a chair out and straddled it. He propped his chin on the top rung and grinned at her. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I'd probably be scandalized. Are we leaving the house today? Or do you plan to have your wicked way with me until we're too weak to walk?" Lisbon transferred the eggs to two plates, pulled the bacon from the microwave, and grabbed the toast. Jane rose to help her.

"I'm flexible. But if you're planning to wear that all day, I'm not responsible."

"It's shorts. I'm not naked."

"When you are, it's a sight to behold. With this," Jane gestured to the outfit, "It only serves to tantalize."

Lisbon pointed her fork at him. "And you're the poster child for being fully dressed." She took in the bare chest and low-slung pajama pants. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Nor I. You're not a bad cook yourself, by the way."

"Thanks. This was no trouble. Usually the smoke alarm and I have a very close relationship." Lisbon laughed. "Domestic Diva, not so much."

"So, what do you usually do on a lazy Sunday?"

"Grocery shop. And today I have to go grab Angel's mail and clean her pool skimmers." Lisbon noticed the confusion on Jane's face. "Angel Kilcher, my next-door neighbor. She's a flight attendant and she's on a 2 week run. I get her mail and run interference while she's gone. In return, I get to use the pool any time I want. I usually get the mail every day, but yesterday I got…distracted." Lisbon rose and grabbed the empty plates, depositing them in the sink. Jane snagged her waist as she passed back by, pulling her across his lap and kissing her deeply. Lisbon sighed into his mouth and relaxed. The kiss broke and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Distracted, eh? However did that occur?"

Lisbon didn't try to hide her smirk. "As if you didn't know. Come on." She rose and headed out of the kitchen. "Help me strip the bed? The sheets can wash while we go shopping. If you want to go with, that is."

Jane rose to follow her. "Sure, I'm game."

Lisbon pulled the comforter back and grabbed a pillow, shucking the case and dropping it to the floor. Jane followed suit. Lisbon tugged the top sheet free and rolled it up, depositing it on top of the pillowcase. The fitted sheet still bore the evidence of their previous lovemaking, and Lisbon blushed, grinning alongside, at the sight. Jane also grinned, no blush in sight.

"You know we're probably just going to mess them up again, right?" he teased.

Lisbon tugged the corner from around the mattress at the head of the bed , then repeated the action at the foot, Jane doing the same on his side. "No probably about it. It's about time that poor bed got to see some real action." She bent to lift the bundle of linens off the floor and moved down the hall to the laundry room. After loading and starting the washer, Lisbon headed back to her room, grabbing a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a tee from her closet. She pulled her tank over her head, jumping when a pair of large hands wrapped around her from behind, cupping her breasts. Lisbon dropped her arms and the shirt, leaning back against Jane's chest and grinding her ass against his groin. He groaned and thrust his hips against her in return, then pushed her away and turned her around.

"Get dressed, minx. The grocery store awaits. We can continue this later."

Lisbon pulled the top over her head, grabbed her bra and slipped it on, then shoved her arms through the sleeves. She shucked the shorts and bent to retrieve the cutoffs, yanking them on and snapping them closed. Jane watched, that infuriating grin firmly in place.

"You did that on purpose." He shrugged.

"Mea culpa. I'm having fun. I like touching you. I've been wanting to touch you for so long, and now I can. You're mine. I almost can't believe it. I'm here, and you're mine…aren't you?" The grin faded, his brow wrinkled in worry. "Teresa? Say something."

She crossed the distance and wrapped her arms around his neck. "As long as you want me, yes, I'm yours. You weren't the only one with the unrequited-desire thing going, remember? I want this to be more than physical, though. Is that something you're OK with?"

"Absolutely. More than OK. That's what I want. You've been my constant companion for years now. You have put up with more from me and been better to me than even my own family ever did or was. But I'd be lying if I denied that I want you naked and writhing under me as many times and as many ways as I can possibly imagine." He bent to brush a kiss across her lips. "You have that effect on me. Are you ready to go shopping?"

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"The light switch is by the third pole and the floats are in the poolhouse!" Lisbon hollered over her shoulder as she carried Angel's mail to the kitchen table and set it next to the stack that had formed. She sent a Facebook message to Angel, who had inboxed her earlier to let her know about the layover in the Caymans. She had attached a picture of clear blue water and blinding white sand. Lucky devil. Lisbon turned off the phone and walked back out to the pool deck.

And promptly almost swallowed her tongue.

Jane was floating in a bright green swim ring, head thrown back, utterly relaxed. She could see his point about the shorts and tank only serving to tantalize…his swim trunks (the man had EVERYTHING in that bag he kept at CBI) made her itch to see what they hid. Even though she was already quite intimately acquainted with Jane's anatomy, she still wanted more.

"You coming in, or are you just going to stare a hole in the float?" Jane's lazy voice jarred Lisbon from her reverie.

"Admiring the scenery is not a crime, you know." Lisbon stripped off her coverup and stepped in, grabbing a neon pink swim ring for herself and flopping back inside as Jane had done.

"And a damn good thing, too. They'd have me under the jail." Lisbon snorted.

"They'd reopen Alcatraz for you, dear heart. Don't sell yourself short."

"Shut it woman, and float over here so I don't have to strain my neck. My, my, buttoned-up Lisbon in a string bikini…whatever would the team say?"

Lisbon swatted at him, missing but succeeding in splashing water on his chest. She watched it wend a path down the planes of his chiseled torso and felt her mouth go dry.

"Well, Grace has been over swimming before, so she's seen it. The guys, well, anybody's guess. What do you think they'll say when this gets out?"

"If we keep it under wraps, not anything. But if it were to become evident, and that would not bother me in the slightest, I suppose it's dependent on who they're talking to."

What does that mean?"

"You're Boss. Grace may be comfortable with pillow talk with you, but the guys won't be. Likewise, Grace won't say much to me, but the guys will probably throw in a "Good on ya" or something along the lines."

"You've given this some thought, haven't you?"

"For longer than you can even imagine."

Lisbon sighed and lay her head back in the water. "We could have been so different."

"It happened the way it should. All things in time and for a reason. You have to trust that. There's no rush, neither of us are going anywhere."

"You're not? I mean, you're staying? With me?"

"If you'll have me, absolutely. I'm not rushing you. We've been intimate exactly twice. Moving in is huge, but I kinda feel like I've been here forever. Does that make sense?" Lisbon nodded.

"I get you. The whole honesty thing just threw it all out there. Very refreshing."

"Yeah, and speaking of honesty…"

"Oh, Lord, now what?"

"The little comment you made earlier about your bed? Needing some real action? What was that all about?"

"None of your…" she trailed off., the heaved a sigh. "Oh, what the hell? I've not, um, I don't normally bring guys back to my place. So, no action of that sort."

"I see. And any other action I should know about? Maybe something involving the little purple number in the bedside table?" Lisbon shot up, splashing water everywhere. Jane held up a placating hand. "I was putting the Glock away and saw it, not snooping. It's a natural thing, Teresa. I'm pretty sure every healthy adult in the country has ways and means."

Lisbon snorted. "And I suppose you have a drawer at CBI?"

"Nope. Don't need one. I have everything I need for the mechanical part right here." Jane waggled his fingers at her, watching her blush deepen. "As far as inspiration, well, I don't believe we need speak of my imagination."

"That's for damn sure. I can not believe you found my…"

Jane floated over beside her. "There is no need to be so embarrassed. Doesn't bother me. I might use it on you sometime." He punctuated his words with a light brush of his hand over the bikini top, then looked at her in question. She lay back and nodded.

"The fence is a good one, and the house on the other side is the Miller's. They're in their 80's. Never see them. We're good. No peepers to worry about." Jane took that as acquiescence.

He paddled to the shallow end, towing Lisbon's float behind him. Once there, he slid out of the ring and stood between where Lisbon's ankles dangled over her own ring. Parting the tiny triangles of blue-printed material, he bared her breasts to his gaze. The cold water had puckered her nipples to tight buds. Jane lightly flicked them, causing Lisbon to lay her head back and groan.

"I love playing with you. You respond so easily."

"Only for you. It's never been like this with anyone else. This may kill me. But what a way to go."

He smiled at her candor. "Prop your hips up, love." She complied and Jane untied the bows perched on her hipbones, folding down the larger triangle that covered her sex and revealing her completely. He blew warm air across her, watching as goosebumps raced across her skin, then used both hands to part her nether lips and allow the cool water to bathe her. She gasped at the new sensation. Jane pulled her closer, not bothering with preliminaries. He buried his tongue deep in her already spasming channel and sucked her clit in turns, licking up the juices that were pouring out of her. Lisbon thrashed, splashing water and groaning at the tender assault, finally splintering apart and falling limply back. She was dimly aware of Jane lifting her out of the swim ring and carrying her up the stairs and out of the pool. He deposited her on a padded chaise lounge and stepped back long enough to drop his trunks. But before he could move over her, she sat up.

"My turn." Her tiny hand encircled his erection and Jane bit back a groan, a startled gasp the only indication of his response. Lisbon ran her hand up and down the engorged shaft, milking it and studying him. A shiny drop of precum leaked out of the slit at the tip and she bent, laving the head of his cock with her tongue and washing him clean. Jane groaned in spite of himself. Lisbon raised her eyes. "You like?"

He nodded. Smiling smugly, Lisbon returned to the task at hand, sliding her lips over the swollen head of his shaft and taking as much of his as she comfortably could into her mouth. She applied slight pressure with her lips and slid back, allowing him to pop free, his shaft almost vertical with his arousal.

Jane's hand moved to rest atop her wet head, the slight pressure holding him steady. He stared down at her with a mixture of adoration and admiration. She returned his gaze just as hard.

"How do you like it? Tell me what to do to you."

Jane blew out a laugh. "Talk about a loaded question. You're doing great. I'm like you, though, I won't break. Bite me, suck me dry. I may have to sit down, but you won't hurt me." Lisbon's eyes dilated even further before she dropped her lids and went back to the task at hand. Taking him in her palm again, she ran the tip of her tongue over the almost-purple head, then applied pressure to the base to allow her to lick the underside. He throbbed against her ministrations. She sucked him in again, lightly biting on the hard ridge at the center of his shaft. He jerked, causing her to let him slip from her mouth and raise startled eyes to his face.

"Patrick? You all right?" He was sweating, and she rose quickly to let him sit. "Sit down."

"The hell with sitting." Jane shoved her back on the chaise and followed her down. Pushing her legs back, he wasted no time with formality, just impaled her until she felt the tip of his cock bounce off her cervix and his balls slap her ass. She was drenched and ready for him, and the hint of pain that the suddenness of his assault caused only served to make the pleasure more sweet. He stayed put, braced on taut forearms, and drew in a ragged breath.

"I am so sorry. I could not wait another second. I've said it before, but you are a witch. God, woman, what you do to me."

Lisbon laughed. "I'll consider that a compliment. You don't ever have to apologize for being rough, Patrick. I like being manhandled. I'll let you know if it's too much, but until I say stop or slow down, it's all good. Now, shut up and fuck me." Jane's eyes grew huge before a great bellow of laughter burst from his chest. He leaned to press his forehead and nose to hers and kissed her.

"My, my. Lisbon has a potty mouth. Shall I show you what happens to naughty little girls who use bad words?" She was beginning to squirm under him.

"Mmm, yes, please."

"Pull your legs up, baby. Open for me." He draped her ankles over his shoulders, grasped her hips, pulled back and slammed back into her again full-force. Again and again her pounded her, reveling in her sharp cries and ragged breathing until she tensed around him and went limp. That was all the invitation he needed to pump her full, overflowing her with his seed as he had each time that they'd make love. Lisbon lay sated, not moving almost to the point of worry before a smile curved her lips. Jane pulled out of her and moved to grab a towel to clean them up. When he turned back, it was his turn to nearly swallow his tongue. Lisbon's fingers trailed in the puddle they'd created, dipping into it and smoothing it on her thighs and belly. She saw his look of astonishment and laughed again.

"I can't get enough of this. Never thought I'd be one for messy sex, but there's something primal about it."

"Yes, and primal has a tendency to get sticky after a bit. Not that I'm complaining. You are such a turn-on, Teresa. I have to agree, how did we ever go for so long without spontaneously combusting?"

"We had no idea it'd be this good. I'd call in tomorrow if I didn't think the team would be beating the door down to check on me. And potentially making a discovery that would scar them for life."

"Or make them think you're ready for Bellevue. They might accept it, but they'll question your sanity in choosing me."

"Nah. You know they love you. We couldn't do without you, before or especially now."

"You'll never have to." He continued watching her dabble in the evidence of what had just taken place.

"I better quit. I need to rinse this off so she doesn't see a stain and wonder what someone's been up to."

"Way ahead of you." Jane grabbed a small sand pail that Lisbon had used to empty the skimmers and filled it with pool water. Lisbon stood and he splashed the cushion, washing away all traces of their coupling. Lisbon, however, was still streaked with a mixture of his seed and her own juices. Jane had the sudden, laughable urge to club her over the head and drag her back to the cave. Great, a weekend with her and I turn Neanderthal. He watched as she untied and discarded the bikini top, then held her hand out to him.

"I believe you wanted to wash me off?"

"I believe I did. Skinny dipping?"

"Why not? I have to fetch my bottoms, anyway." She waded back in, leading him behind her. "Then we better get out and go home. Early day tomorrow. And for some reason, I'm famished."

Jane ducked under for a rinse and surfaced in time to see Lisbon's heart-shaped ass disappear under the water as she dove for her bottoms. She broke the surface and slung water everywhere and she flipped her hair back. Bottoms in hand, she strode toward the steps, exiting the pool and winding herself in a towel. Jane followed suit.

"Walking home naked, my love?"

"Just like you are, and my first stop is the shower. Then dinner and we still have to make the bed. You sleeping with me tonight?"

"If you'll have me."

Lisbon looked coyly over her shoulder. "As many times as I can until we both pass out. Come on."

Jane followed her out of Angel's backyard, shaking his head and grinning. I believe I've created a monster.

All right, let me know how I'm doing. This may veer sharply into a PWP before long, but I'm hoping it doesn't…Any road, review away! Too much? Or more smut?