Homeward Bound
Chapter 7
Patrick Jane did something he´d never done before: he abandoned his mission.
He just found he couldn´t tease her, couldn´t play silly games with her feelings now that he had almost lost her- his hope, his love, his salvation.
So he retreated politely, although it hurt like mad.
He woke up in the morning only to find him touching himself, dreaming of Lisbon to relieve him from his painful erection. Tenderness and desire fought a constant battle in his heart. Most of the time he barely managed not to push her against the next wall and devour her right there, melting her to him, touching her, tasting her, sucking her, making himself believe that she really was still alive, that she hadn´t left him, hadn´t delivered him to a cold, perpetual night.
He would protect her as well as he could.
And he would solve her cases- playing mind-games only with suspects and witnesses.
His body wasn´t important- let it suffer, he would survive. Physical needs had never toppled him. To look at his precious love, annoyed as hell by his latest schemes, angry, sexy, alive, was enough for him to keep going on.
And he would go on- for her alone.
XXMentalistXX
„Jane, dammit", Lisbon snarled," if this great idea of yours had failed to unearth the killer, we would all be in deep shit by now! When will you ever stop playing risky games with us?"
"Uhmm", Jane said, killer smile flashing up like lightning, "why should I? It works every time, then you tell me off because I´ve been oh so irresponsible again, and everybody is happy- well, everybody besides the killer, of course."
Lisbon groaned. This man was a constant pain in her neck, and an idiot to top it off.
The third shirt button was closed. It always had been since she´d been released from hospital- she almost felt sad about it. His games had annoyed her like hell. But hey…he WAS sexy, and he had definitely managed to stir her desire. Stir it very much, in fact.
She smiled to herself. He had been so irresistible when he´d eaten this strawberry- damn, she had almost jumped him right at the table, in front of the whole team. Ripping his clothes off, baring his wonderful male body, straddling him and sinking down on his huge…
She shook her head- what was the matter with her?
His gaze, watching her intently, told her that he knew exactly what she´d been thinking- but when she looked at him he modestly averted his eyes.
Lisbon almost cursed. Why wouldn´t he fulfill his promise? Was she not attractive to him anymore after he´d seen her almost bleed to death?
A sad, cold feeling crept up inside her and squeezed her heart like an icy fist.
What if he really didn´t want her anymore?
XXMentalistXX
She looked out of her living room window. It was raining. What a fitting background for her dark, brooding thoughts, she felt cold and lonely and damn- she wanted Patrick Jane. She felt like a stubborn little girl, demanding the sweets she had been promised…she wanted, wanted, wanted him!
She wanted him to do like he had said he would- win her over, make her his, take her body and soul…she didn´t want him polite and nice, bringing her coffee, smiling harmlessly at her, being a proper gentleman- she wanted him bad and ruthless, naughty to the bones. It was just so unfair- first he got her all hot and bothered, and then he retreated courteously? She couldn´t accept that.
She stepped in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her leg still hurt sometimes, but it wasn´t bad. She had a scar where the bullet had struck, but it didn´t bother her. She could walk without a limp now.
She looked at her face. When had senior special agent Teresa Lisbon ever given up without putting up a proper fight? When had she ever refrained from pursuing what she truly wanted?
She loved the stupid bastard. She had loved him longer than she could think. He had shattered her heart when he had killed Red John, when she hadn´t been able to save him from his devil-may-care attitude. But when she had been shot, her first thought was for him- she had been paralyzed with fear that he could be hurt. While she had bled on the pavement, she had been scared for him.
Yes. She loved him.
So would she give up? Would she accept defeat while Jane stood there and bowed low before her, always being so neat and trim and unobtrusive?
No. She definitely wouldn´t.
An almost cruel smile lit up her face.
You wait, Patrick Jane. Two can play this game.
XXMentalistXX
The next morning found at least two members of CBI´s Serious Crimes Unit in considerable distress.
Patrick Jane woke with a truly hurtful case of morning wood which had nothing to do with explainable anatomical circumstances but everything with a certain dark-haired team-leader, who had just devoured him passionately in his dreams.
And Teresa Lisbon had hardly slept due to some very inappropriate fantasies that involved her obnoxious but sexy-as-hell blond consultant and a can of whipped cream…
She got up, nonetheless ready to face the day.
Today she would pay him back. Today she would punish him. Today she would make his blood boil.
Maybe she wasn´t as good as he was when it came to playing games. But she could sure make things damned uncomfortable for him. She wasn´t fooled: she had seen him looking at her. His desire was still there, strong as ever, maybe even stronger, and she wouldn´t budge because of her stupid insecurities. She would win him. Why shouldn´t she?
But she had to overact a little bit- she picked a bright red lace bra with matching panties. The set screamed "Take me" and was therefore the perfect choice. And it pushed her small breasts slightly north, not so much that it was embarrassing (she had to work after all) but enough that two certain light-green eyes would surely notice. She smiled.
She couldn´t bring herself to wear a skirt (what if she had to tackle a suspect?), but donned black slacks and shirt instead. She opened enough buttons to display the top of the bra, which meant showing the top of her breasts as well. She could just close the shirt in case she had to see Madeleine Hightower. VanPelt and Rigsby would be a bit surprised- while Cho would possibly know exactly what she had in mind- but today that didn´t bother her. She was in love and felt more than a fraction naughty.
XXMentalistXX
Patrick Jane didn´t feel like breakfast.
It had taken him almost an hour to take care of the problems at hand. In the end his mind hadn´t failed him though dirty thoughts kept intruding, but it wasn´t nice. Hell, he had to keep a check on his emotions and find enough control to play his games when working a case- and all that with tempting Lisbon nearby. How long would he be able to manage?
Her chaste smile had to be enough to nourish him. Not that she smiled at him very often- most of the time she was annoyed as hell because of his unconventional methods when it came to solving her cases.
He sighed. He truly had no idea what he would do now. He couldn´t go on like this for much longer- if he tried he would soon have to disappear to the men´s room every fifteen minutes. And that was hardly professional.
Groaning in defeat, he got up without touching his cereals and prepared to go to work.
Poor Jane- he thinks Lisbon is tempting? He has no idea what she pulls off in the next chapter…
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