Chapter 2

The next day was quiet, almost peaceful. Jane seemed to be back to his own self, the mask, smiling, playing, manipulating, seeing everything.

But his smile was honest when he brought Lisbon her coffee in the morning- she smiled back, without shame, without fear. She quarreled with him on the way to the crime scene, took his snarky remarks with grace, ignored him, saved the situation when he insulted suspects and witnesses. Business as usual.

In the quiet moments, when they were driving in silence, she asked herself if he found her somehow kinky- because she had allowed him to come in her mouth. True, she had enjoyed every second. She smiled when she felt the knot of arousal in her stomach and almost immediately felt Jane´s eyes on her- dammit, was there anything that ever slipped this man´s attention?

Her smile deepened. She rather relished the situation, it was fun to toy with Jane, though of course she knew that he would possibly never love her like she loved him. She had felt his rigidity last night, how unable he was to return any of her ministrations, how hard it was for him to let go in orgasm. She couldn´t expect too much from him, no matter how difficult it would get to keep her own feelings out of the picture. She owed that much to him. She needed to make him feel safe.

xMentalistx

When the night fell, his black despair returned full force.

He sat on his makeshift bed in the attic, his body heaving with wracking, tearless sobs, not knowing where to turn for solace. He was so wrapped up in his pain that he didn´t see her at first. But when he heard her steps on the tiles, her four-inch-heels clicking softly, he looked up at her.

For the first time he noticed how beautiful she truly was. The huge green eyes in her pale face, the small, full, soft-looking mouth, the glossy black her that fell over her shoulders, the unbelievably narrow hips which looked as if he could easily span them with his hands- she was every man´s living fantasy. Why did she chose him for her little games? He felt old and unattractive, lost in his brooding thoughts, no match for such an energetic, lively and passionate woman, at least not at night, when the pain, the fear, the guilt came crashing down on him like giant, suffocating waves.

But his wariness towards her was not as acute as it had been yesterday- when he hadn´t wanted her to see his suffering and had tried to make her leave by being reticent and unresponsive. Tonight he felt the sweet pang of anticipation, the tale-telling tightening in his loins- it had been a breathtaking sight when she took his load against the soft skin of her throat and cleavage, her face showing clearly that she was enjoying every second of the sensation.

He swallowed, watching her, his eyes never leaving hers.

The room was half dark, but the moonlight illuminated her when she kicked of her shoes while slowly unbuckling her belt, then slowly pushed her pants and panties down and stepped out of them. She wore no socks, he noticed. She shrugged out of her jacket and opened her blouse with small, effective movements, eventually discarding it on the floor. No bra, so she was completely naked. And what a sight that was. She was breathtaking, her skin milky white and slightly freckled, her body petite, almost tiny, the breasts small but full, perfectly rounded. He felt the constriction in his chest, his fingers itched to touch her, but he couldn´t. He felt enclosed in sorrow and misery- he hadn´t anything to give.

His eyes went to her face, and what he could see there made him catch his breath. There was so much tenderness in her eyes, deep compassion, but also an unmistakable longing- for him. He trembled slightly. He could see that she loved him- there was no way to miss it. If he had had a spark of decency, he would have stopped her immediately, but he couldn´t. He was void of any feeling, only emptiness inside him, and he needed her desperately to fill the vacuum that threatened to consume him. He wasn´t capable of loving anymore. And he didn´t deserve her.

Lisbon knelt before him, taking her time, not rushing anything- she wanted to enjoy every single moment tonight, for it was all she had- the moment. She carefully opened his fly and pulled his boxers down slightly so she could free his rock hard erection. She touched him fondly, but her grip got tighter when she felt how incredibly hard he was. His veins pulsated against her hand, his breath got heavy with arousal- had she left him now, he would have died of want.

"Don´t worry," she whispered, "I´ll make it better."

He surrendered then, everything, his mind, his body, everything that was in him, submission grabbed him like a warm fist- she could do with him whatever she wanted, he would simply sit there and let her have her way with him. He closed his eyes and nodded.

"Please." He sobbed meekly- and she released him.

She straddled his thighs, acutely aware of every sensual sensation, the fabric of his trousers, the tightening of his muscles, his member, unrelenting like pure steel, against her abdomen, the soft drop of precum that coated her skin when the tip of his length rubbed against it…she released a shuddering breath when she lifted her body upright, then sank down on his erection. She groaned when he impaled her, stretched her to the max, the first penetration was almost painful- she breathed deeply, her mind dizzy with sensation. When she finally settled on his legs he was buried inside her to the hilt, she felt him impossibly deep inside her and moaned deeply when a jolt of pure ecstasy shot through her body. When she moved against him her first climax hit her and she cried out, every nerve tingeling, then exploding, her hands grabbed his shoulders tightly for balance…

Jane felt her contracting around him and gasped for breath- she was so tight, so hot, but he didn´t want it to end so soon, so he controlled himself, mustering all the strength he had left not to come then and there- he won the fight, panting heavily, sucking in the air, clawing at the sheets in despair.

Lisbon started to move on him, slowly at first, then faster and faster, her hands on his shoulders, up and down, up and down, deep, even deeper, the friction was unbearable, he filled her completely and she whimpered with lust, he was a puddle of arousal, reduced to the feeling of her all around him, every thought gone, nothing left but want, desire, need. Her hands grabbed his hair and forced him to lift his face, but she didn´t dare to kiss him after he had refused her yesterday. So she just looked at him while she felt herself spiraling higher and higher, his angelic face contorted with hunger, eyes tightly closed, so vulnerable, so open, so helpless…she kame like crazy, screaming his name, and he followed her immediately, roaring in agony, pumping his semen inside her in searing hot spurts while her endless contractions milked him dry.

When he had emptied himself completely inside her body he was so exhausted he felt short of collapsing. She supported him with her body, holding him tightly in her shaking arms- she felt that he didn´t hold her back, his arms limp against his side, and fought against the loneliness that suddenly filled her. She felt a big lump inside her throat she couldn´t swallow, but she squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears. When she had finally caught her breath and felt almost in control again she pulled back and smiled at him, her eyes still glistening with unwanted moisture. His were mere slits, and he couldn´t return her smile.

She stood up slowly, feeling small and cold when her body left his. His semen ran down her thighs in a slow trickle. Her legs were shaking badly, so she knelt down and carefully closed his pants, hands trembling, while he sat motionless, his breath shallow, hardly discernible.

She pushed him down on the bed and he went without resistance, slack, almost sleeping, so tired he couldn´t keep his eyes open. She covered himself with a blanket, gently tucking him in, shivering from the cold- she had goose bumps all over her naked skin, the air in the attic felt icy, but she didn´t, couldn´t hurry, enjoying his mere presence, dreadful to leave him. She placed a shy kiss on his forehead, but got no reaction from him. He seemed to be fast asleep.

She sighed, dwelling in her sorrow for a moment, then pulled herself upright and started to dress. When she was finished he looked upon his sleeping form for a last time. He was so beautiful, so precious, it hurt. She wanted to be closer, touch him again, blurt out her feelings for him, but she forcefully restrained herself. She knew that he didn´t feel anything except the sensations the sex act invoked in him.

Silently she stepped outside and closed the door.

And when she found her way through the dark building, her legs still shaking slightly, all the pent up tears finally started to fall.