Homeward Bound

Chapter 13

Jane used his tongue and lips between Lisbon´s thighs in his deckchair, making her come so often that her voice was hoarse from screaming afterwards.

Then he did her against the shower-wall, slamming in and out of her with fast, vigorous thrusts, hot water cascading down on them.

After breakfast they had hard sex on the kitchen counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Then he bent her over the sink in the bathroom and took her from behind, his eyes glued to hers in the mirror in front of them.

They decided to take a bath afterwards. Trying to behave themselves, Lisbon gave up after ten minutes and straddled him. She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look at her. She stifled a gasp. God, he was perfect. His luscious lips slightly open, releasing his breath in shallow, panting puffs, the piercing green eyes, that sometimes looked almost turquoise when the light changed, looking straight at her, he was too beautiful for words. And he was a true sex machine- she could already feel his erection swell against her lower abdomen. Again.

"Aren't you ever truly spent?", she groaned.

"With you," he breathed,"it seems that I just can't get my fill."

She kissed him, open-mouthed, sensual.

"I love you, Patrick Jane."

"And oh god- how much I love you back."

He claimed her mouth back, hungry, desperate, wild with greed.

Lisbon impaled herself on his member and swallowed his scream with her kiss. She started to move immediately, water sloshing around her, Jane groaned with abandon, grabbing her hips to pull her down harder on him. She let him, hell, she liked hard. Jane slammed his hips against hers, spilling the water over the brim of the tub, but both couldn´t care less. He kissed her throat, nipping at the soft skin, without slowing his movements, he felt her come apart, her body clenching in anticipation. He angled her hips slightly so his powerful thrusts rubbed his length against her most sensitive spot, and she came in an instant. He´d had so much sex already that he had no problems to control himself, he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the sexy ripples around him, her walls clutching him, so much that his hips bucked with the sensation.

When her tremors slowed he brought his hand between her legs , tugged her nipple into his mouth- and pushed her into multiple orgasm. He pounded into her, faster, deeper, more forceful, fueling her climax, making it go on and on…she clawed at his shoulders, leaving scratch marks there, and finally he couldn´t hold back any longer. He gritted his teeth and came into her orgasm, spilling his seed deep inside her, again, again, and more, more until he collapsed beneath her, gasping, fighting to suck air into his lungs. If this went on like that, she would give him a heart attack- he wasn´t sixteen anymore, for god´s sake!

He felt her tremors subside and caught her when she fell, placing her head on his chest. Both continued trying to catch their breath for several minutes.

"Let´s go to bed," she whispered, "I need a nap- now."

"Ohhh," he sighed, feigning disappointment when in fact he felt too tired to move. Ever. He chuckled when she slapped his chest.

They dried hurriedly and raced to his bed only to crash down immediately, completely exhausted. He gathered her in his arms, smiling when she snuggled close to his chest. He was awash with tenderness, with blinding love. He would never let her go.

She was already fast asleep when he covered them with the soft blanket. He pulled her closer against his body and fell asleep, too.

XXMentalistXX

When Lisbon woke up, Jane was gone.

The sun was already setting, bathing the room in golden light. She stretched and got up, knowing instinctively where he was.

He stood on the porch, stark naked, both hands on the balustrade, watching the sun sneak ever closer to the horizon.

She watched him for a moment. He was solemn, she could see that in his posture, and imagined his eyes wide with wonder.

Her heart skipped a beat. What a mess she was. She had fallen for him, hard.

He was Patrick Jane, for Chrissakes, most annoying consultant of the century. But damn if she didn´t love him more than her own life.

She came up behind him and wrapped her arm around his chest. He hardly reacted, so she wandered around to his side, looking at his eyes. He was staring at the sky, the quiet ocean, tiny waves lapping at the shore.

"Earth to Patrick Jane," she quipped, kissing his shoulder,"where exactly are you right now?"

He turned to look at her, and a smile blossomed on his face, so bright, so pure, so deeply blissful that tears sprang to her eyes.

"My love," he whispered, happiness coloring his voice," I´m home."

THE END

So- sorry if I don´t drag that one on to eternity, but I like it if a story is just finished eventually. And my husband (who was already joking about Jane and Lisbon quarreling about who of them is to pick up the children from kindergarten- between bouts of glorious sex, of course) reminded me today that there´s a reason most romantic movies and books end at this point :D.

I also apologize for pretty much putting Jane in command between the sheets this time- I decided to let him be the sole master of disaster. But LizfromItaly (whom I admire deeply) just gave me a pretty good idea about how "Crimson Pain" could go on ;)…

Thanks for your reviews and alerts- writing this story was wonderful, and you all have a big part in the fun.

So I say Bye and hope I´ll meet some of you in "Crimson Pain"- the story I start to continue immediately.