Chapter 12
"Are you riding with me today?" Jane inquired as Lisbon passed him in the hall.
"Yes, if you'll have me. Do I look all right?" Lisbon gestured to the slightly flared navy skirt she wore.
"Oh, I intend to have you. Repeatedly. Exactly when remains to be seen." Jane grabbed Lisbon and pulled her to him by her waist. He slid his hands under the hem of the skirt and smiled when he felt the bare skin above her stocking tops. "No pantyhose. That's my girl."
Lisbon gave him a saucy grin. "I figured the easier the access, the better. Guess I figured right."
Jane bent to kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth as she opened under him. When the kiss broke, he stared into her dilated eyes and wondered for what had to be the millionth time how he ever wound up with this incredible woman. Lisbon was returning the gaze. Finally, Jane spoke again.
"That outfit…needs something."
"Needs something? Like what?" Lisbon glanced down at her sensible blazer and blouse, a direct contrast to the flirty skirt, stockings, and sling back heels she wore with them.
"Yes. A bit of…accessorization, perhaps." Jane went to their bedroom and returned bearing a small box. He offered it to Lisbon with a grin. She took it tentatively. Jane laughed. "It won't bite you, love."
Lisbon lifted the lid to the box and immediately blushed to the roots of her hair. "Patrick Jane! What in the world?" She lifted the object out, an oblong metallic instrument, about 3 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. The remaining object in the box was something resembling a key fob, with 2 buttons. Lisbon pushed one, and the oblong in her hand began a frantic buzzing. She immediately dropped both back in the box. Jane was roaring with laughter.
"If you could only see your face. You have almost the exact same thing in your nightstand! And you aren't embarrassed about it anymore."
"That's different! I bought me that!" Lisbon retorted quickly, but Jane could tell she was losing steam. She glanced at the box again. "So, what exactly did you have in mind?"
Jane took her hand and pulled her toward the kitchen counter, then boosted her up, the box in his other hand. He nudged her legs apart. "Open up, babe. Let's see what else you're hiding under that skirt." Lisbon complied, laughing in her turn at Jane's surprised look when he folded her skirt back. "No panties? For someone who's so adamant about not having sex at work, you certainly are dressed for the occasion."
Lisbon nearly groaned back at him. "Well, I figured I'd save you the trouble of ripping them off. I only have so many pair, you know."
"That was a one-time deal, and you asked for it." Lisbon had to admit she'd teased him mercilessly that night. The brute force of having her underwear literally ripped off was nothing she had ever experienced before, and the result had been the most explosive encounter that the two of them had logged yet.
"So, my present?" Jane eased her thighs apart further and knelt between them, placing the now-silent vibrator on the counter beside Lisbon. He used both hands to part the folds of her sex and leaned forward to lave at her with long strokes of his tongue, circling her clit and then thrusting his tongue inside her. Lisbon's head fell back against the cabinet door with an audible thunk, her breathing shallow. Jane kept at her until he felt her shudder under him, then reached into the box at her side and eased the metallic object inside her. Lisbon started above him, looking down between her spread legs to where he knelt.
"What. Are. You. Doing?"
He favored her with a wicked grin. "We're going to play a game."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Jane pressed a button on the tiny remote and watched her jump as the vibrator buzzed to life inside her. "It stays in until I take it out, understand?"
"And you're going to leave it on…all day?" Lisbon's voice rose. "Patrick, I don't…" He held up a hand.
"No, no, no, no. Not all day. Just whenever I feel the urge."
"We can't do that! Somebody will hear it!"
"Do you hear it?"
Lisbon paused and listened. Nothing. She could definitely feel it, but there was no sound. She looked back at Jane, who was still grinning. He offered her a hand and helped her down off the counter.
"I promise I'll be good. Now, go get your things. We're going to be late."
By ten a.m, Lisbon was a boneless heap, sitting slumped at her desk. The team was in the bullpen, finishing paperwork, there were no active cases, so it was a complete 'hurry-up-and-wait' situation. She jumped again as the interloper between her legs buzzed to life, and the instrument of her torment sauntered through the door. One look at her flushed face had him quickly closing the door to her office, locking it, and pulling the blinds. The buzzing stopped.
Jane rounded her desk and helped her to her feet, then led her to the couch on the opposite wall.
"Sit down and let me take it out. I'm sorry, Teresa. I shouldn't have…" Jane trailed off as she put a hand over his mouth.
"The only way you're taking that out is if you're planning to put something else in its place. I have had 2 solid hours of agony and it's all your fault. Forget everything I ever said about no sex at work. You either fuck me or leave it in and turn it to stun mode because I have got to have some relief!" Jane started at her language. She noticed his expression and smiled. "I'm sorry, Patrick. I get very unladylike when I'm frustrated."
"No apology needed, my love. Sit back, and open for me."
"You locked the door?"
"Yes. I spoke with Grace. She'll text you if anything breaks. We won't be interrupted otherwise."
Lisbon leaned back and let her knees fall apart. Jane parted them further and gazed at her. "You're dripping, Teresa. Your pussy is absolutely drenched. Your skirt is wet!" He raised his eyes to meet her own surprised ones. "What? You think you have the market cornered on naughty words? I assure you, you're evenly matched, my dear. Now, let me see…" Jane pulled the string attached to the vibrator gently until her inner muscles loosened enough for it to ease out. He set it to the side and pushed Lisbon's skirt up to the tops of her thighs, then ran his hands down her legs and slipped her heels off.
Lisbon waited till her foot was free, then moved it to run over the bulge in Jane's trousers. He closed his eyes briefly and drew in a breath, then rose, shucking his pants and underwear without preamble.
Lisbon moved to lay the length of the couch and opened her arms to him. He was on her in a split second, easing into her soft heat and groaning into her open mouth.
"So wet…"
"Your fault."
"Are you complaining?"
"Not in the least." Lisbon's breathing hitched and she cried out before Jane could cover her mouth with his own. She convulsed and rippled around him, triggering his own release and making him bury his face in her shoulder to muffle his groan. They lay there panting until Jane pushed up on his arms and looked at her.
"Had enough for one day?"
"For now, yes. Not forever. Not by a long shot. Does that thing have more than one setting?"
He nodded in affirmation. "Seven."
"Seven?"
"Seven. The store called it 'Seventh Heaven', I believe."
"Boy, talk about your truth in advertising…" Lisbon sat up and winced. "Hand me my bag?"
Jane did as she asked and watched as she pulled out the pants he had told her to bring, a pair of lacy panties, flats, and a pack of cleansing towelettes. She opened the pack and offered him one, then cleaned herself before getting redressed. She then closed the distance between them and used the towelette to erase all evidence of their tryst before standing on her toes to kiss him. While he rearranged his own clothes, he watched as she put the pack of moist wipes in her desk.
"I plan to be prepared. I brought a pack for your room, too." She flushed slightly.
"For someone who was so against this, you sure did come around in a hurry."
She moved back to kiss him again. "You're very persuasive." Any further conversation was cut short by Lisbon's text alert. She grabbed the phone from the desk and read the message. "We've got one."
Jane headed for the door, but Lisbon stopped him. "Wait a second." He turned to see what the problem was. Lisbon walked over to the small table where the vibrator lay and picked it up. Thinking she was putting it away, Jane was stunned when she crossed the room and placed it in his hand.
"Hold that for me for a second." He watched, open-mouthed, as she unfastened the slacks she had just put on and let them fall to the floor, followed by the lacy underwear. She plucked the device from his hand and placed it back inside herself, then fixed her clothing and grabbed her phone and her gun.
"How many of those settings do you think we can try before we get there?"
Out in the bullpen, Grace Van Pelt finished her paperwork, and returned the emails to forensics and ballistics, then sat back and watched Lisbon's closed door with a smile. The boss has been in a perpetual good mood for a couple of months now, and Grace was pretty sure she knew why, although she hadn't asked and Lisbon certainly hadn't said. Jane's whispered request that she ensure that they weren't disturbed only served to cement her thoughts.
At the desk next to her, Rigsby played a game on his phone, and Cho read a thick paperback at the next desk over. Both kept glancing at the boss' closed door as well. They had seen Jane go in, and then heard the door lock and watched the blinds close. No expression was evident on either man's face.
Just then, a muffled cry came from the office, almost immediately silenced. Grace glanced at the other two agents before her phone rang, SACPD on the other end. She took the information and hung up, grabbing her cell phone to text Lisbon.
As the agents grabbed their gear, Grace couldn't help but smile as Rigsby passed a folded bill to a smirking Cho. Cho being Cho, he didn't dwell on the exchange.
"I told you so."
"Shut it, Cho."
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