Authors Note: So I posted a new chapter of "Say it With a Smile" as a Mothers Day gift to myself. But i was thinking, this is so much more fun and fluffy, and SWS is just so not, especially right now, that I would post this. SO to all the mothers out there who are reading this-Happy Mothers Day! Oh, and a special thanks to demonbunny7 who betaed this for me.

Disclaimer: If they were mine would I have to be going into work on Mother's day? To cashier of all things? I think not.

Chapter 3-Wednesday

Grace had barely closed the door to her apartment when Jane pressed her up against it and crushed his lips to hers. It was a forceful kiss that almost seemed to say "I've wanted to do this all day". It didn't take long for Grace to begin to kiss him back, grasping his shoulders in her hands. She nibbled and sucked on his lower lip slightly until he opened his mouth and brushed his tongue against hers. His hands were on her hips and her moans made him pull her closer, crushing her to him.

He started to let his hands roam up her back and to the top of her neck. Grace was making similar movements, but her hands were going lower until she reached the belt of his pants and stopped. She tore her lips from his, and panting slightly, started to feather kisses against his jaw and down his neck. She remembered how sensitive the spot behind his ear had been and began working her way towards it, scraping her teeth against his neck and sucking slightly as she went.

Jane felt his knees start to buckle slightly. She was driving him crazy and he had to sit before his legs collapsed on him. He started walking backwards towards where he knew the sofa was. He wasn't really paying attention and his legs hit the back of the sofa, causing him to fall over it, taking her with him.

Grace began to laugh as they tried to detangle their limbs from each other. This had not gone as he had planned and he was not finding this nearly as funny as Grace was. "What's so funny?" He asked gruffly.

"Just trying to ease the tension, Patrick." She purred at him managing to get her arms out from underneath him. As soon as her limbs were free she picked up where she had left off, arms on his waist, lips on his neck. She pulled his shirt out of his pants where it had been tucked in and, removing her lips form his neck so she could see what she was doing, began to unbutton his shirt.

Jane felt his breath catch in his throat as she began undoing the buttons; the look in her eyes was one of pure lust and need. She pushed the shirt aside as she came to the last button and drank in the sight before her. He was amazingly trim for someone who spent all their time lying on a couch and got winded chasing suspects. She bent down and began to kiss at his neck again, knowing by his moans how much he enjoyed it. She moved lower trailing kisses across his chest, enjoying the firmness of the muscles.

Jane reached down to where her shirt was tucked into her pants and tugged until it came free. He slid his hand up the back of her shirt. This time it was her turn to have her breath catch in her throat as she felt his hands on her bare skin for the first time. She brought her mouth back up to his as he started drawing small circles along her back, slowly working his way around to her stomach.

He pushed her into a sitting position so that they were both facing each other. They continued kissing as Grace pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He shrugged the rest of the way out of it, finding it hard to concentrate with what she was doing with her tongue. He reached his hands up further under the material, trying to reach her breasts, but found that her shirt was too tight for him to get past her ribs. At his frustrated groan, Grace broke off the kiss and laughed slightly at his predicament.

"Patience is a virtue Patrick." She said pushing him back down slightly and straddling his lap. She slowly began to unbutton her shirt for him, knowing that it was driving him crazy watching her. Once she was finished, she shrugged it off of her shoulders, leaning back down and bringing her lips back to his. The touch of her bare skin against his was marred only by her thin lace bra. She had chosen it specifically knowing that this was going to be happening.

She began to kiss him again, not on the lips, but in what was becoming her favorite spot behind his ear. He was drawing lazy circles on her back with his fingers, slowly getting closer to that frustrating strap that was still blocking his access to her breasts. It had been so long, he didn't know if he would remember how to take one off. Trying to concentrate as Grace was nibbling at his neck he managed to unhook the clasp and, in one swift motion, flipped her over on the sofa so that he was now on top of her and pulled her bra off of her the rest of the way.

He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. Grace could feel herself blushing at his scrutiny and started to wiggle underneath him. "Patience is a virtue Grace." He said with a smirk, leaning down and kissing her gently. He slowly started to work his way down her body, trailing wet kisses over her neck and down between her breasts. He slowly began to kiss and lick one and then the other, massaging the one not getting the attention of his mouth with his hand. He could feel her breathing pick up and her heart beating in her chest.

She started moaning at his ministrations, and Jane started to trail his other hand down her body. He rested his hand on her hip and remembered that she was wearing a skirt. He brought his hand down to the hem and started to work his way up the inside of her thigh.

Her breath caught in her chest and she stiffened slightly. "Patrick." She said more breathlessly that she had planned. Jane stopped, looking at her face, into her eyes. "Stop, ok?" She said timidly reaching down and placing her hand on top of his, still under her skirt.

He slowly pulled his hand away from her legs, but didn't get off of her. "Patrick, we need to slow down, ok? Not tonight, just not tonight ok?" She was trying to be gentle, but could tell that he was slightly confused, his mind still muddled by the desire and lust. She slowly slipped out from underneath him, pulling his shirt off the floor and slipping it on her shoulders.

"I'm going to go to bed now, ok. I'll see you in the morning." She bent down and gave him one more kiss before standing up and walking into her bed room shutting the door behind her. Jane sighed heavily, and leaned back further into the sofa. He had never pegged Grace as a flirt and tease, but here he was, up a creek without a paddle. He turned on her TV and lowered the volume; he doubted he would get any sleep that night.

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Grace decided not to wear her pajamas tonight, deciding instead to sleep in the shirt she had pulled off the floor. She liked the smell of it, the faint smell of his cologne clung to it and she found that she was actually relaxing better with the smell around her. She felt bad for stopping Jane, she really did. She had wanted him so much, but she just couldn't do it. She just wasn't that type of girl that had sex on the first date, or the second for that matter. And she definitely didn't do it on the sofa the first time. She wanted to go out there and explain to him why she had stopped him, tell him it was her, she wasn't ready. Not that she didn't want to.

She heard the sound of the TV in the living room and knew that Jane was probably going to be up all night. She felt a little guilty, she knew he had sleeping problems, she had known it from the first day she met him. But she knew that by waiting, it would be that much better when it did happen.

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Lisbon was watching Grace and Jane from her office. There was something off about them today. Jane seemed anxious, and, if possible, a little horny. They had been working on the paper work from the sham of a case they had been sent to the day before. Cho had gotten bored, and instead of just reading his book, he had gone out and gotten food for the team. It was mostly for Rigsby's benefit she knew, but it was still a nice gesture. In the bag of food he had brought back had been a box of popsicles. Grace was the only one eating one right now, not liking any of the other snacks Cho had brought. This had been what had drawn Lisbon's attention.

She was sure Grace didn't realize what she was doing, but the way in which she was eating the Popsicle was rather suggestive. She had seen Grace and Jane in the park on Monday, and knew that they were obviously seeing each other. So it didn't surprise her that Jane was barely able to mask the raw want in his gaze at her. Most people wouldn't have even realized that he was staring, but Lisbon had been working with him long enough to notice.

She glanced over at Rigsby, expecting him to be staring at Grace as well, but was surprised to see that he was instead, staring at Jane, and the look on his face was one of strong dislike. Not hate, but something close. She wondered if he knew. He had to, to be ignoring Grace.

As she was watching, Rigsby stood up suddenly, walking past Grace's desk towards Jane. She got out of her chair, ready to intervene in case things got out of hand, but all Rigsby did was lean over Jane and whisper something in his ear. And then he went back to his desk. Lisbon just shook her head. That was odd. She wondered what it was about, but decided not to push the matter. As long as they kept it out of the office, she wasn't going to worry about it.