Homeward Bound

Chapter 5

Grrrrrrrrrrr, he looked good enough to eat.

Jane smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Accompanying his flawless attire he had used his most expensive Eau de Toilette- not too much, just a whiff, but enough to accentuate his masculinity without being the slightest bit obtrusive. He chuckled. It was time for a little close combat today.

He smiled with glee when he got into his car. He couldn´t wait to be with his petite boss, sporting her most impressive glare.

Life was good.

XXMentalistXX

He talked VanPelt into bringing in a bowl of fresh strawberries he had bought, although it pained him to bother her with his frivolous plans- she had enough on her mind lately, still suffering from O´Loughlin´s betrayal and his death. The case had affected them all, badly. But he had to have Lisbon for his own sanity, and he couldn´t do it all by himself without raising suspicion. Lisbon was already leery, and she knew his ultimate goal, so he had to be vigilant. VanPelt agreed immediately, bless her.

He passed Lisbon´s office on his way to the bullpen and peeked inside, careful that she couldn´t see him. His beautiful little lady was there, and she looked adorable. Dark hair open on her shoulders, black pants that hugged her slim hips, and a teeny-weeny dark red T-shirt ….huuuh, very tight-fitting and therefore emphasizing her breasts.

Jane needed a second to compose himself in the hallway- he had to be completely in control for this little game. It would be a bad idea to walk inside with a clearly visible erection. But body feedback always worked…moments later he seemed calm and unaffected as usual.

The team met in the bullpen to discuss the ongoing case.

Lisbon eyed the blond consultant with deep distrust, but he just smiled at her. Damn, he could see her nipples through the fabric of this snug little shirt. Jane choked a gasp. Down, boy…

VanPelt dutifully put down the bowl of strawberries. Grateful for the distraction he delved into his schemes.

"Ooohhhh," he exalted, moving directly behind Lisbon," strawberries! What a wonderful idea, Grace!"

And Lisbon suddenly had a strong hunch of her own…

Jane leant over and contemplated the strawberries- the action brought him so close to Lisbon that his vest touched her face. She startled visibly, than grew stiff with shock. Jane took his time to chose the perfect fruit. Hell, she could smell him- clean, sensual, male. His hand lay on the back of her chair, touching her spine, while his slight movements caused his body to rub softly against her cheek and shoulder.

She cleared her throat.

Jane finally straightened, strawberry in his hand (the biggest one on display), and sat down next to Lisbon, watching her intently.

The rest of the team looked through their notes, Rigsby was mentally absent. Perfect.

"Well," Lisbon started, skimming through the file but finding herself unable to avoid Jane´s gaze for more than a few seconds, "yesterday´s interrogation…."

Jane extended the tip of his tongue and licked the strawberry.

"…brought us…"

He bit into the fruit slowly, wrapping his lips around it in a sensual, slow motion.

"…a….confession…."

A drop of red juice started to run down his chin while he chewed softly.

"…from…Mr…."

His eyes fluttered shut with bliss for a second, than opened to look at her with hooded bedroom eyes.

Lisbon´s voice sounded pretty hoarse when she spoke again. Cho grinned to himself.

"…Walter Finnegan…um…Jane, you have…strawberry juice…on your chin."

Jane lifted his hand slowly and wiped against the little trail of moisture then licked his finger clean- thoroughly, finally pushing it into his mouth to the second digit, sucking on it, then pulling it out with a small, wet sound.

"Thank you, Lisbon," he sighed, his voice low and sexy, "how thoughtful of you to call my attention to it."

Lisbon swallowed visibly, her lips trembling. Jane´s smile came on full force.

"Sooooo," Lisbon shook her head to clear her mind, "where were we? Oh yes, the confession! Walter Finnegan confessed yesterday and told us…"

Jane started to wriggle slightly in his chair, moving his hips as if he…stop it, Lisbon, just stop it!

"…where he has hidden…"

He straightened his pants with flat hands, rubbing softly, directly next to his….oooooooooh, damn, get a grip, Lisbon, NOW…

"…further evidence proving his guilt." She coughed, glad she had finally managed to stumble through the sentence.

"So- VanPelt, Rigsby, you collect this evidence. Then- the case is closed.", Lisbon jumped up and raced to the safety of her office, but was stopped by Rigsby.

"Äh, boss, shall we get the pizza on our way back?"

Lisbon turned and smiled nervously.

"Yes, good idea…do it!", she said as calmly as possible.

"Ohhh,"Jane exclaimed, "I have a wonderful bottle of wine to go with the pizza- you´ll love it!"

Lisbon all but ran into her office and closed the door behind her- damn…her face felt…hot. And she was sure it wore the matching color.

She shut the blinds, one by one, sure she would need the added privacy in the course of this awful workday.

How should she survive?

XXMentalistXX

So- closed case pizza. She had to get through this. Up to their noses in paperwork and eager to get home early, the team retreated to their desks with their slices of pizza. Jane had provided a bottle of wine and now sat on his couch, paper cup full of the delicious dark red liquid in his hand, watching Lisbon leaning against VanPelts desk, talking to her- or trying to do so, for Jane´s intent stare was pretty unnerving. He looked at her like a predator at its prey.

Finally she looked at him and froze when she saw the utter determination in his face. For the first time since he had promised to get her she doubted her ability to resist him. He was so…perfect. And he was dead set on seducing her. His eyes told her exactly what he would do to her, word for word. Her heart jumped in her chest, beating frantically, her body prickled with want.

And Jane never stopped to look into her eyes while he turned his hand and doused his vest and shirt with red wine.

He put on a great performance, but she expected no less. He jumped up in horror, cursing heartily, then stormed into her office.

She was shell-shocked for a moment, staring at VanPelt wide-eyed, before she regained her composure and followed him.

Jane alone inside her office was definitely bad news.

When she entered the room, Jane was just shedding his shirt. He was completely naked from the waist up.

"So sorry, Lisbon", he smiled, "I have a clean suit in the attic, but I had to get out of the wet clothes first- I hope you don´t mind."

Lisbon couldn´t have spoken when somebody had put a gun to her head. She stared at him in a mixture of terror and fascination, unable to form words.

Jane´s smile vanished. He stepped closer- so close he was almost touching her. He bowed down slowly, his face inches from hers, she felt his hot breath on her nose, her lips, everywhere, and still he came closer, closer, until there was just a whisper of space between them, she felt his hands against her waist, pulling her even closer, closer, and finally he was there, his lips touched hers, melted into her, and she knew she would lose the battle. Her hands slid over his firmly muscled chest, she felt him shudder with delight.

His tongue pushed against her lips, and she couldn´t resist- She opened her mouth and allowed him to invade her. He tasted sweet and hot, so delicious, tears sprang to her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed both hands into his glorious golden hair. He moaned and deepened the kiss, their tongues dueling, fighting, passion flared between them, and Jane allowed his thumbs to brush the underside of her breasts. Lisbon pressed closer, feeling the big, hard ridge of his…

Her eyes snapped open. What the hell was she doing here?

She put both hands against his chest and pushed him away. She leant against her desk, panting like mad, seeing stars, staring at him in shock. He looked her straight in the eye, outwardly calm. Stalemate.

Finally her anger resurfaced- he knew it would.

"How dare you!", she spat," I…I…I hate you!"

Jane laughed without humour. He came closer, forcing her to retreat further, but didn´t stop until he was almost touching her. He leant down until his lips came into a hint of contact with hers- he could almost taste her. She felt the heat of his skin, smelled his clean, sweet breath. She was frozen in terror and lust.

"If you insist on repeating this, Lisbon", he murmured, the movement finally causing their lips to touch, "next time- say it as if you mean it."

He straightened, grabbed his discarded clothes, gave her a final glance, then turned and left her office. Still shirtless, holding his sodden shirt in front of his crotch to hide his obvious arousal.

As you possibly noticed, we´re reaching the M-sector now :D…thanks for your feedback, thank you so much! Chapter 6 is already in progress!