Lisbon's bedroom...
The moment she walked into the shop she had been bombarded with visions of Patrick Jane, manhandling her lacy attire...she could no longer deny he was turning her on, while she imagined his hands roaming, caressing every inch of her sculptured body...Every sigh, every groan, grew in tempo.
And now? Now she was having erotic dreams about him again! And they were getting more and more adventurous and then she was left with that all too familiar ache deep in her loins.
She knew she had to take matters into her own hands, but of course, in her dream like state it would be Patrick's hands doing the caressing, not hers...
but she could smell him on her! His cologne clung to her like a second skin...
was it all just a dream? There was only one way to find out, slowly she reached for her cell...
Jane's Home
The obtrusive ringing brought him back to his senses. He flipped back the covers to find himself hot, sticky and highly aroused again. He found the offending cell phone and looked at the caller i.d a smile broke out...Lisbon, Teresa calling...
"Hello"?
"Jane? Look I'm so sorry to ring you at this hour but I erm...I er just wanted to say that I had a great evening and erm"...Jane cut her off.
"Teresa! this wouldn't be about a certain dream we've both had tonight is it? because I have to say either it was the best dream I have ever remembered, or it actually happened''? this retort unnerved her slightly before she recovered her senses and with a sniff she shot back a reply,
"You wish"! she whispered heatedly more to herself than to him..
"What was that Lisbon...didn't quite catch that"?
"Oh, no... nothing, well goodnight, see you on Monday morning, pleasant dreams Patrick" and with that the line clicked and she hung up...Patrick Jane stared down at the cell phone and smiled...
"Pleasant dreams my dear Teresa"...
She felt a shudder pass through him, felt the rise and fall of his chest, and she felt slightly hypnotised by it all...He started to cup her and caress her breasts, taking each in turn, suckling, teasing, tasting every inch of her body...He dragged his fingernails over her hardened peaks and she threw her head back in a loud primal moan...
He pressed open mouthed kisses to her neck, down her collarbone lower...lower...she needed to feel him, to touch him and started to fumble with his dress shirt, then his clasp on his trousers until he was free of all restraints...
She squeezed her thighs against his groin and let out a wavering moan of pure lust...
He shivered, but not because of the cold, simply at the intensity of her gaze, her wanton actions becoming his undoing...
"Patrick Please..." tongues dueled for dominance, neither one giving in to the other, she gasped at his intimate caress and nearly climaxed there and then..
she was way beyond ready. Her slick folds already moist, warm and welcoming..
He didn't need to be told twice and slid home in one hard thrust!
Eyes heavy lidded with pleasure, he took her over the edge and followed right after her...They whispered I love you's to each other and caressed and snuggled the rest of the night...Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon had the best night's sleep they had ever had!
Come Monday morning there were two very tired, embarrassed and very confused CBI agents in the Bullpen...The dinging of the elevator doors alerted Patrick Jane to the presence of his desires...
He was laid out on his couch, feigning sleep, even at 8.24a.m...The soft footsteps alerted him to the intruder. Lisbon walked like no other he knew. Slight gate in her walk, her legs were lean, even if they were shorter than your average woman's but boy! In the throes of passion, they seem to go on forever!
He remembered back to the dream he had just last night, It was very erotic and rather fulfilling even he had to admit, and now he really wanted to know if it could be his imagination working overtime, or if indeed it actually happened?
He felt her presence before he saw her...he could smell the cinnamon and sandalwood scent she often wore...he could so get used to this every morning.
"Jane..."! a slightly impatient nudge of his couch followed...
"Mmmmm Lisbon...morning did you... sleep well"? Lisbon turned a great shade of scarlet at the obvious double entendre
"Erm, yes...erm quite well actually...I need a word in my office now please, before the others get here" with a rather dramatic sigh, Jane swung his legs over the side of the couch and proceeded to follow her petite frame over to her office, holding the door open for her...he followed her in and positioned himself on the other side of her desk,
"Patrick I erm don't really know how to say this but I er",
"We had the same dream! And you want to know if it was just a dream and if so, why did we happen to have the same one on the same night at the same time, right"? her eyes bugged but she recovered herself,
"Basically erm yes"! she replied "I'm quite embarrassed by the whole thing Jane...It was a rather intense dream, I don't have intense dreams...about you...but I did...and it was"! she stammered and he stifled a smirk
"Well I supposes yes it was but it is not unusual to have the same dream, In some countries, shared dreams amongst colleagues or friends represent a future erm, bonding... if you will? Marriage even"? Lisbon's eyes nearly bulged clean out of their sockets at this information
" Ohhh you so made that up"! she gasped before shooting him a deadly stare
" Phrttt! Anyways... never mind about that for now, we have more pressing matters to attend to"...
"I have taken the liberty of booking the photographer for the shoot, for the day after tomorrow, if that's still convenient with youself and & Van Pelt"?
"It is Jane, yes...Will you be there also or is it a closed session"?
"Oh I'll be there Lisbon there is no way I'm letting you or Van Pelt sit there on your own with a male photographer half naked thank you very much",
"Jane! We are law enforcement officer's...we have gun's and you know we know how to use them? I'm sure we'll be fine, but hey, if you want to, you can escort us both there, seeing as it was your idea ".
Lisbon smirked seemingly to herself but it didn't go unnoticed by Jane, the little minx was up to something and he was sure it wasn't good whatever it was...
The other agent's started to appear in the Bullpen ready for the days shift...That was Jane's cue to get out of Lisbon's office and back to his thinking space, his old vintage leather couch and the unseemly stain on the ceiling that spookily resembled Elvis in certain lights.
Chapter 9
The next few days were rather uneventful to say the least. No cases came their way, nothing! Even Jane was rather unusually quiet.
Finally the morning of the shoot dawned. Lisbon would never admit it out loud but she was rather nervous, but more or less convinced that with Jane being there, she and Grace would be in safe hands should the photographer get a little amorous with them (They had been warned by the woman from Narcotics that the photographer in question, was outstanding but had wandering hands)
Grace arrived and the girls shouted for Jane to come forth, quickly, and started for the elevator...
"Well ladies, are we all tingling with anticipation" Jane asked with a hint of mirth, knowing full well they probably weren't,
"Oh we're so thrilled Jane, seriously...we cannot wait..."! Lisbon drawled with more than a smidge more sarcasm than usual,
"Now now, Teresa sarcasm is the lowest form of wit"
"Well coming from the master of the art, that's a compliment"! Grace snorted at this little outburst. When would these two declare their love for each other heaven only knew. Even Cho had a pool going around the building, who would cave in first and blab it to the world!
Within 20 minutes they arrived at their destination, the studio looked quite snazzy from outside Phunked Photography adorned the header in ice blue...Jane held the door open for the ladies and called out ...Honey I'm home! much to Lisbon's embarrassment, although why such a turn of phrase sent her pulse racing was beyond her?
A tall leggy blonde twenty- something came through a curtained off doorway smiling welcomingly at the group...
"Good afternoon and how may I help you today"?
"We have a reservation for a photo shoot at 2:30 under the name of Jane"? Patrick instructed,
"Ah yes, please take a seat and Benedict will be out in a few".
Lisbon and Van Pelt took this time to take in their surroundings it was actually quite tasteful, almost sexy, with artistic photographs adorning the walls of the waiting area...This may not be a bad idea after all...
Jane looked at his two colleagues and smiled...he was to make sure he had his own pictures when Ben had taken some test shots, he needed to make sure they were to his taste before they even got to the calendar stage...
Out walked a tall, dark haired handsome thirty something...trouble was he knew he was a good looking guy, you could tell by the way he held himself, very self assured, to the point of being cocky... Yup! Thought Lisbon, this was going to be fun...
"Hi ladies my name is Benedict but you can call me Ben...This way please, changing rooms are to your right, if you need any assistance I'll be only too glad to help" with such an unappealing remark hanging in the air, he sauntered off to set up his equipment...
"Creep..." Van Pelt muttered under her breath and Lisbon chuckled,
" Come on Grace...time to get this show on the road...he aint lived till he's photographed us...".
Lisbon was the first to vacate the booth wrapped in only a towel from the shoulder's down, she'd even left on her regulation issue steel toed boots and black skinny fit Levi's, almost like a security blanket.
Jane was busy talking to Ben about Lisbon and Van Pelt and what he envisaged for the shoot when he saw them both enter the room out of the corner of his eye. He paused momentarily unable to string another word together...
Time stood still...or at least he thought it had. There stood before him in jeans, boots...oh my god! She'd left her boots on... her hair hanging loosely over her shoulders was Teresa Lisbon, hands awkwardly covering her breasts as if they were going to jump and run away if she didn't hold onto them!
Flushing quite a nice shade of scarlet at Jane's obvious approval, she shivered slightly upon hearing the photographer mumble something about Getting the show on the road and before she had chance to change her mind, she was shown to a white backdrop with shaded lights on either side of her...
Ben was trying to explain to her how he wanted her to pose but Lisbon could not get Jane's obvious arousal out of her head...she was nervous as it is but even more so now she knew she had this effect on him! He was a colleague, granted he was an arrogantly irritating colleague at the best of times...Nooo! she didn't want Jane looking at her as a sexual being...actually, was that true? It wasn't really that horrific, in fact...it seemed to be giving her a buzz.
"Ok Teresa, I want you to put your elbow's at either side of your breasts like so and hold your gun, right about... here"? a bit of fiddling followed "Hang on...no"! Ben pondered " May we use your gun holster? It's a lil' bit more effective, more alluring..." with that comment the tension seemed to dissipate slightly.
Chapter 10
She perched on the high bar type stool, her legs dangling uncomfortably until she realised it had a foot bar...Jane held in a snigger at that, Lisbon, always cool and composed and in charge, now completely out of her comfort zone, totally uneasy...ever so slightly vulnerable...it suited her! But then she was gonna find a place for her gun and badge, despite her lack of composure or attire.
Ben came out front with a pathetic looking fake pistol and Lisbon choked back her mirth, slowly shaking her head in disbelief.
"Benedict... if I may make a suggestion? I really would prefer to use my own state issued gun, with no magazine clip in obviously...no offence but...I aint touching that piece of crap..." the photographer looked ever so slightly nervous at the thought of real fire arms on set " Oh c'mon! I am licensed...and I am used to handling that type of gun, if I have to go through with this...this charade, I aint doing anything half assed...I thought you wanted these shots to look real..."? she reasoned and Ben agreed to her suggestion.
She turned her back to Ben and Jane again and began to re-position her leather holster...The cool leather upon her heated body was doing wonderful things to her imagination and her hardened peaks were an obvious sign of this. Trouble is Jane would notice she was sure of that...He missed nothing.
Jane did indeed notice, he also noticed that the holster was not situated correctly, something Ben clocked immediately and both men raced over to Lisbon, with the sole intention of saving her modesty and maybe having a good close up of her breasts.
All Lisbon saw was a flurry of movement as Jane won the race and came barreling towards her mumbling about how her holster needed fixing and he'd be happy to oblige! Lisbon in her haste put out her hands and immediately regretted it, covered herself up hastily, but not before Ben and Jane had a good glimpse...
The hardening in Jane's pants increased, which was not surprising given the situation, the woman he had been secretly lusting over for weeks was half naked inches from him, close enough to touch...He was a man after all and Lisbon was quite beautiful...even more beautiful than he had imagined.
"Jane! What in God's name are you doing"? she shrieked,
"You're holster"! he cried back " It slipped...I was er...I was just trying to...cover you, seeing as I er, what kind of friend would I be if I... " Words failed him, he couldn't tell if she was really annoyed or...secretly quite pleased "Besides..." he whispered "Benedict over there was practically drooling and there was no way he touching you"! Lisbon smirked at the last words ... so maybe Jane did return her feelings after all, he had noticed the vibes she was giving? well... time to have a little fun then...
Jane slowly started to remove the gun holster from Lisbon's shoulder's making sure his fingers grazed ever so slightly over her body, a touch so incredibly sensuous... again Lisbon felt herself shiver, which turned into a violent tingling, somehow she had known he'd have this effect on her...
Grace watched on with some amusement over in the far corner...it seemed Jane had decided to act on those feelings after all? wonders would never cease...The feeling of pure bliss reached Lisbon's eye's as Patrick Jane grazed her shoulder blades while removing and adjusting the holder... did he know what he was doing to her?
Benedict was snapping away now, frame after frame, enjoying the pure serenity that graced the dark haired agent's features when that consultant guy touched her...He only wished he was the one who was doing the touching.
Teresa Lisbon was slightly older for his usual tastes, but no one could deny she had a gorgeous well kept and well toned body...The scattered freckles seemed to go on for miles and he absently wondered what it would be like to kiss each one in turn...Anyone would have to be a fool not to notice the sexual tension that was radiating off these two.
Jane started to put the holster back on Lisbon's tiny frame, and could not help noticing the slight trembling of her frame and how perky and enticing her breasts really were.
He was a breast man after all, and it hadn't escaped him how perfect they seemed to be, but it was rather hard to figure that under all those layers she constantly wore at work...
He just hoped he wasn't reading mixed signals from her...His fingers slightly grazed her right breast and there was no disguising the gentle moan under her breath, then realising it was audible, her cheeks flushed slightly...He chanced his arm, Patrick leaned and whispered to her...
" Don't be shy Teresa...you have a gorgeous body, please don't cover up too much" she leaned back slightly into Jane, all the while the photographer going unnoticed as he reeled off shot after shot of these supposed work only colleagues...work colleagues in his line of business, did not act like those two did!
Benedict cleared his throat
" Ok Teresa let's get crank it up yeah...let's see what the CBI got huh...Don't want you to get too cold now do we"? she shot him a scowl...the dude was a letch...Patrick may have been pretty obvious in his feelings for her, but he wasn't a letch.
special thanks to my beta Kitty1969... xxx