Even though Jane had said he would pick her up at 8, Lisbon was completely ready by 7:15. She sat and fidgeted with the black, silky dress she had chosen for the following 45 minutes, too nervous and excited about their date to concentrate on anything else.
She was immensely grateful when doorbell rang, at exactly 8pm. When she opened it she found herself looking at a strangely neat looking Patrick Jane, his blonde curls brushed into some semblance of order, a new black suit fitting tightly around a chest that was more sculpted than she expected.
Jane was smiling broadly, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
"Hey." He said
"Hi." She replied, her voice almost dreamily serene. It seemed that he had that effect on her.
"Can I come in?" He seemed nervous. After 8 years anyone would be.
"Of course."
Patrick took only a couple of steps into the small condo before producing a bouquet of white roses, a thin red ribbon tied around them. They were beautiful, and the most romantic gift she had ever been given.
"Read the card." He gently prompted.
"For my angry little princess, who I love despite the thorns." The little red card said. Lisbon was touched.
"Oh, Jane." She reached up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, ignoring the desperate urge to plunder his mouth with her tongue. Lisbon was rather engrossed in the kiss despite the chaste nature, completely lost in him before he gently pushed her off.
"Come on, we have a dinner reservation to get to."
"But-"
"We are going on this date. I am hungry and I don't want that dress to go to waste."
"I wasn't suggesting it goes to waste."
"You tempting little minx! But no. We are going to dinner."
He grabbed her hand, pleased by the way her small fingers wrapped around his. He tugged her towards the door then retreated to watch her close the door. The clingy fabric of her dress stuck enticingly to her ass, and it was only extraordinary self-control that stopped him from pressing her up against the door and showing her how hard he was, how much she had aroused him. She had aroused him a lot. An unwieldy bulge had appeared in the front of his dress pants, as large as he had ever known it. His lust for Teresa was rivalled only by his love for her.
When she had finished locking the door he walked towards his Citroen, while she walked towards the Mustang.
"What are you doing? I'm driving!" They said at the same time.
Jane sighed exasperatedly, turning around to face Teresa. "I want to spoil you. That includes driving you. Although I will consent to the Mustang. I'll be back later to pick up the Citroen."
He took Lisbon's keys off her before she had the chance to protest, sweeping into the driver seat. He quickly adjusted his cock to under his waistband, knowing his unbelievable size and hardness would, best case scenario, prevent them going for dinner. Worst case scenario she could get scared by his cock and how it would fit into her petite frame and reject him.
His cock lurched at the thought of fitting it into her, forcing himself into her tight channel. Biofeedback just about controlled his erection, his intense concentration managing to get it back soft.
Luckily Lisbon seemed to have not noticed his embarrassing predicament, toying with the hem of her dress, her eyes locked on her lap.
He sighed in relief and turned his attention to the car, starting it and pulling out onto the road.
The drive passed in comfortable, companionable yet tense silence. Jane was still trying to control his unrelenting erection, while Teresa avoided talking to him for fear of saying something uncharacteristically sentimental. She desperately wanted to tell him, to show him, how much his gesture with the flowers had meant to her, bust didn't trust herself with the words. So the silence went on.
Exactly twenty two minutes later they pulled up outside a small italian restaurant, one with a rustic, alfresco feel to it. It was entirely different from the modern, sleek french restaurant that she had expected, but, now that she thought about it, it was perfect.
The maître de seemed to be on quite friendly terms with Jane, if the jokey banter they exchanged was any indication. The man smiled broadly at her, mouthing 'you did good' to Patrick when he thought she couldn't see, before showing them to a small, corner table well away from the other patrons in the restaurant.
Jane, on his best behaviour, pulled out her chair for her as the smiling man placed a menu in her hands. Jane sat down as well and their companion left, retreating with a call of 'when you're ready call me back so I can take your order.'
For a few moments they made idle small talk about how nice the restaurant was, how beautiful the pictures that adorned the walls were, how lovely an embellishment the soft candlelight was.
It seemed that although they had known each other for years, and mutually admired each other for nearly a long, it really was like a first date, complete with the awkwardness.
Despite this though they were both almost glowing with happiness at being together. A waiter appeared with some wine that had been preordered for them, wine that Jane assured her was some of the best California had to offer. She took a reluctant sip at the goading of both Jane and the over enthusiastic young wine waiter, not being much of a wine person, before getting lost in the luxurious depth of her glass. There were subtle fruity notes, and more obvious smoky ones. It was amazing.
Jane watched curiously as Lisbon, who he knew to be more of a whisky or tequila kind of girl, enjoyed the vintage he had chosen for her. His own wine was savoured in the same meticulous way, extending every sip, but he enjoyed it often, and was not as surprised as Teresa at its amazing taste.
"That was, hands down, the best wine I have ever had. After that you can chose my dinner too. And it better be something extraordinary after that wine."
Jane called over the waiter in short order, ordering a rich spaghetti carbonara for him and a lasagne for her. He looked back to her as he made his choice for her, and she smiled. The relief was intense.
The waiter left, assuring them that their food would be out shortly.
"How long have you been coming here, Jane?"
"About 3 years, on and off. Grace told me about it, back when she and Rigsby were dating. She said they came here every time they went out, because it served the best, most authentic italian food in Sacramento, and all in the best atmosphere you could hope for. I came, and found that she was right, the food is amazing and I love the relaxed feel of the place. I started coming every week, on Saturday usually, and I got to know everyone here really well, especially James who runs front of house. When I found that I would finally get the chance to go on a date with you I had to bring you, just once."
"This place is perfect Jane." She reached over and placed her hands on top of his. "Thank you for bringing me here." She sag slightly forward, relying on Patrick to meet her in the middle. He did and she captured his lips gently, a kiss of love and comfort rather than the unrestrained passion of the last few days.
They got a little lost in each other, even the soft caresses of their kiss enough to completely distract them from anything but each other. So they were both more than a little bit startled by the loud clap beside them. James stood there, steaming food on a tray that he had placed on an empty table behind him, an adoring look on his face.
The two lovebirds sprang apart, cheeks flushed red from the kissing as well as their audience. James looked happily at them both before turning an retrieving the most appetising plates of food Lisbon had seen in a long time.
As the plates were placed down the young man continued smiling, a smile that was matched by each of the couple. When he left they both turned back to each other.
"This looks good." Lisbon stated, cutting into her lasagne eagerly.
"Only the best for you."
From any other man it would have been overly sentimental, overly attached for a first date. From him it sounded amazing, loving and sweet. This was hardly a normal first date either. It doesn't really count as a first date if you've been secretly pining for each other for years.
Teresa gathered a piece of lasagne onto her fork, making sure to get a piece of every ingredient onto the plate. She popped it into her mouth and chewed curiously.
"Oh, this is amazing! Really, really amazing!"
"I knew you'd like it." Jane sated matter-of-factly.
Watching her eat, wrapping her lips around the fork's tines with every bite, was pushing Jane's control to the limit. His cock was semi-hard within the tight confines of his dress pants, pulsing into further rigidity with every heartbeat. It didn't help that her lasagne had a source that continually dripped down her chin, her tiny tongue coming out to clean it up every so often pushing his cock even further.
Lisbon, completely unaware of what she was doing to Jane, his face and body language giving no clue to his inner battle, carried on enjoying her food in the same manner. She got a bite of succulent tomato that mixed perfectly with the seasoned beef and moaned slightly at the burst of flavour.
It almost did Jane in. The aural stimulation was all his over eager dick needed to lurch to full rigidity, tenting obviously in his tailored pants. He hadn't liked the tailor nearly as much as he liked his sexy little superior. He was screwed if he stood up now. Even compressed behind his fly his size was clear. He was going to scare her, to prevent her from wanting him.
She was unaware of his predicament, his face unchanged and his conversation still relaxed. The problem was, she wanted him to be more affected by her, to be turned on by her. So she began acting even more flirtatiously.
While still appearing outwardly demure and ladylike Lisbon began to eat her food in the most sensual, sexual way she could, moaning at every bite and wrapping her lips seductively around a small carrot in the side salad.
That did it for Jane, his fist slamming onto the table with a groan as he locked eyes with his little tormenter. Lisbon winked back evilly.
"Are you trying to kill me, woman."
"No, Jane, I'm certain killing you is incompatible with my desires tonight."
"Oh God." Patrick whined.
"No, my name is Teresa, thank you very much. Its good to see that I've had an effect on you. I was beginning to think that this god forsaken tight dress was going to be for nothing."
"Trust me, it was not for nothing." Jane appraised Lisbon openly for the first time that night, his eyes roving appreciatively over her. He lingered on the dress's highlighted cleavage. Lisbon blushed. "That dress, and your little whimpers an moans, have been torturing me all night. You honestly think you haven't affected me?"
She nodded shyly, suddenly very foolish at her assumption.
Jane sighed. His burning need for her wanted her hand on his dick, whereas his higher functions still warned of her running from his length and girth. His basal instincts won out.
Jane sighed again. "Give me your hand Teresa. Relaxed."
He shifted forward in his chair at the same time as he pulled her hand into his lap, the slim table allowing her to just about reach. The second her hot, small hand touched his bulge he had to grit his teeth to suppress a groan. Fingers danced lightly along his entire length, ascertaining his dimensions.
"Is that a nightstick in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" Lisbon giggled nervously. "Seriously. Wow." Jane would have made some kind of witty comeback, but she seemed more nervous than awed.
"Don't worry little Lisbon, it'll fit."
"There is no way that is going to fit in me. Ever."
"I'll make it fit, even if I have to pummel it in. It will fit."
Lisbon gulped at the image of Jane pounding into her, pushing his extra length appendage deeper and deeper. It aroused her more than a bit, undeniable wetness seeping into her panties.
"Check please!" They both called at the same moment.
After paying the bill remarkably easily, Jane acquiescing to going dutch, and a serene if notably tense drive back to Lisbon's punctuated only by heavy, arousal induced breathing from each of them they stood at Lisbon's door.
Jane had Lisbon pressed against the door, his lips attached to hers in a possessive, violent clinch. He was ravaging her mouth with his tongue while she duelled him for control. Control that for once in her life she was willing to lose. The tension of the car journey had given way to raw passion, and Lisbon was under no illusion as to where this would end up, her bed made up with egyptian cotton sheets for just such an eventuality.
Just as she was unlocking the door behind her back, one handed, Jane did the last thing she expected: he pulled back.
"Goodnight Lisbon." He said, his voice breathy from kissing.
"No. You are not doing this to me. After the touching in the restaurant and that kiss I am too worked up to let you leave me like this." She whined. "I'm practically dripping wet for you." She added, hoping that the extra detail would bring him back.
He took two steps back. "That's what masturbation's for, Agent Lisbon."
"Oh come on Jane. I want you. If I wanted to get myself off then I wouldn't date." She was practically begging now. "Why are you doing this?"
"A gentleman never puts out on a first date."