From Cold To Hot
They were both in need of a nice, long and hot... SHOWER!
Before Lisbon could register what was happening, she was in Jane's arms, being carried to... she had no idea where. Still, there wasn't very much point in her trying to ask him; she doubted very much that he would tell her. He'd want to keep her in suspense; she had to admit, she didn't really mind that much. She unhooked one of her arms from around his neck, and dragged it slowly down his chest. The deep groan she received from him, told her that he liked it. So she continued.
As much as he enjoyed the feel of her hand on his skin, he had to stop her. "Teresa, as much as I love what you're doing, I'm going to have to ask you stop." She looked up to him; her hand was still stroking his skin; she had now moved to his stomach, and her nails had joined in as well.
"Teresa? Since when am I Teresa? And why do you want me to stop? I thought you liked it." She still didn't stop, and the smirk on her face told him that she wasn't going to stop anytime soon. It seemed he wasn't the only one that couldn't follow simple instructions. Maybe he wasn't being forceful enough... well, he'd just have to try harder.
He stopped walking, and waited for her to realize that they had stopped. It didn't take her long; she would have noticed straight away, but she was too engrossed in trailing her nails across the muscles in his chest. When she looked up at him, and he saw the confusion in her eyes, he knew that now was the time. He smiled down at her, then walked backwards through a door into the shower room. He whipped open the first curtain he came across, and carried her in, before standing her up and drawing it closed again. When he turned around, he looked at her, and she looked back. For what must have been mere moments (though it seemed longer), they stared, taking each other in.
He reached his hand out to caress her cheek, stepping closer to make it less of a reach. They were both breathing heavily now; the lust they felt clearly evident in each of their eyes. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes at the sensation; a small moan escaping her lips. That was all that he needed; all he needed for his other hand to cup her cheek; for his lips to find hers, swallowing her louder moan. And all that it took for his body to practically propel hers into the opposite wall. Her hand moved to brace her against the wall, and her palm pressed against something. She didn't know what it was, until a hot jet of water fell on top of their heads. They both moaned at the sensation of it; both their senses were going into overdrive.
One of his hands moved from her cheek to the back of her neck, and he began to undo one of the ties that was keeping the top of her bikini on; and keeping him from touching as much of her skin as was humanly possible. When it felt it come undone in his hand, he wasted no time in reaching down and doing the same to the tie on her back. After feeling it fall slightly, he ripped it away, letting it fall to the floor (he didn't really care where it landed); removing his lips from hers, he stepped back to admire the new expanse of skin that was exposed to his eyes.
Lisbon tried to cover herself; after all, up to now, they had only been kissing. Removing clothes meant that they were going somewhere else; somewhere they could never come back from. At least, they couldn't come back without there being some major consequences. It wasn't that she didn't want it to happen, or that she wasn't ready. She'd been ready since the first time she had seen him. She was just worried that he wasn't. "Jane, you don't..."
When her arms went to cover herself, he caught them in his hands and held them by her sides, telling her silently that that was where they were going to stay. He stepped closer. Once again, their bodies were flush together; she inwardly moaned at the sensation of his skin pressing against hers. He leaned forward slightly, so that he could speak into her ear. "I don't... what, Teresa?" He took her lobe into his mouth, running his tongue over it, before biting down on it slightly.
She gasped, both from the pleasure and the pain his teeth created in her body. Forgetting what she was going to say, she settled with something else. "Why... why do you keep calling me Teresa? What happened to Lisbon?" It was amazing how she could feel this much pleasure... and still speak in full sentences!
He removed his mouth from her ear, running kisses down her neck and throat instead. Between each kiss, he answered her question. "Well... at work... I call you... Lisbon... this... isn't... work... related. Is it?" It was a rhetorical question; he knew the answer. He stopped when he reached the valley between her breasts. He trailed kisses as he he made his way over to one of them. He paused for a moment, looking up at her. He smiled at her, before taking her already hard nipple into his mouth. Flicking it with his tongue, he moved his hand to give its twin. After a few moments, he switched, giving them each the same treatment.
He moved back up to her lips, smiling at the look of pure bliss on her face. He moved his hands over to her hips, pushing her back against the wall slightly, so that she couldn't move... though she couldn't have moved even if she had wanted to! His right hand moved over to her stomach, and started to trail downwards to her inner thighs. He began to stroke the skin there in circles; slowly making each one bigger than the last. He was also making Teresa slowly insane. She was going to say something when his hands moved...
She yelped slightly at the feeling of his hands... when did they get there?! Her hips bucked into his hand; her body seemed to be under his complete control. She ached for him; she wanted him... no, she needed him! And he knew that. "Please." It was more of a plead, than anything else; spoken in a whisper that she was surprised he heard.
He stroked her through her bikini. "Please, what?" She bucked her hips again. "Please what, Teresa?" The way he said her name made her ache for him even more. It was then that she realized what he wanted her to say.
"Please, Patrick." That was all he needed to hear from her. He took her mouth in a bruising kiss, while he moved her bikini to one side, and pushed his hand between her legs. Though it wasn't the appendage that she was hoping for, it was still able to make her moan with pleasure into their kiss. Liking the noises that came from her lips, he started moving his fingers at a steady pace; keeping her on the edge, but never letting her go over it. She repeated herself, begging him to let her go over. "Please, Patrick. Let me go." When he did, it was like an electric shock that rippled throughout her entire body. Pleasure erupted in her in waves, and she had to lean against him so that she wouldn't fall to the floor in a heap.
He caught her in his arms, stroking the over-sensitive skin on her back, her arms. She tried to stand up, but her legs were like jelly; she nearly fell over twice. Neither of them had realized that they were breathing heavily, or that the water falling on them was now ice cold. When they had came down from their high long enough for their breathing to revert back to normal, they smiled at each other. They began to wash themselves; though Teresa was still in a daze, which meant that Patrick had to clean her up as well. Not that he minded.
When they were clean, and Teresa had fixed her attire, he poked his head out of the shower to make sure that no one was there. When he felt it was safe enough, he ushered for her to follow him. They walked silently back to the changing rooms, and she walked into hers. She was about to close when she was followed in by Patrick. "Uh, what are you doing?" She was still a little heady from their encounter in the shower, but she had just enough brainpower to realize what was happening. Just enough.
"I'm getting changed. That's why we walked back here, wasn't it?" He grabbed the towel that was on her bag, and began to dry himself off. "Oh, I hope you don't mind. I forgot to bring a towel."
"No, I don't mind. And, what do you mean, you're getting changed? You can't get changed if you don't have your clothes, can you?" She gave him a slight smirk. "Unless you're planning on walking out of here like that. From where I'm standing, I don't think many people would mind." She leaned back, as if to admire the view.
He smirked back. "Oh, but I do have my clothes. See?" He motioned to the bag that was near his feet; she had completely missed it when she had walked in. Okay, so that's one question down. How about another?
"I don't understand. Why are your clothes in here? There are plenty of other changing rooms here. Empty changing rooms." Her stressing the word 'empty' made him give her another smile, which she couldn't help giving back.
"Well, let me think about that." He moved so that their bodies were almost touching again. "If I had gone into one of those empty changing rooms, then I wouldn't have been able to do this." He caught her lips in a kiss; a kiss unlike any of the others that they had shared. It was gentle, soft... yet it also had a hint of an underlying passion in it that made Teresa feel weak at the knees. When they separated, it was so that she could catch her breath. That, and for Patrick to continue. "Also, we wouldn't be able to pick up where we left off, if I was in another changing room." He waited for her reaction, and wasn't disappointed.
"Pick up where we left off, huh?" She started to trail her hand down his chest again, and moved round to catch his hand in hers. She brought it up to her cheek, kissing his palm gently, and leaning in to it.
"Yeah. I guessed that we wouldn't have enough time before our hot shower went cold." She shivered pleasantly at the way he said 'hot'; it made her legs feel as if they were made of jelly all over again.
"Well, where exactly do we 'pick up where we left off'? I mean, I thought you were about done with me." Her hand went back to his chest; this time, she trailed her hand lower, to the front of his Speedos, more importantly to the bulge that was beginning to harden again. "Which means that it's your turn now." His eyes widened as he realized what she was saying; her smile grew bigger when she saw that he hadn't expected that, and that she was now in control. "What's the matter, Patrick? Didn't see that coming?" She moved in closer; she was now so close, that her hand was sandwiched between their bodies; stroking her hand up and down gently, she was even more pleased when she earned a small groan from his mouth.
He was trying very hard not to lose control. "No, I did not." She could see the muscles in his face working overtime. She continued none the less; it would be interesting to see what Patrick Jane looked like when he was losing control. "You have to stop, Teresa." It wasn't a plead; more of an order.
"Why do you want me to stop, Patrick?" He placed a hand over hers, stilling her movements. And that was when she heard it; talking, doors closing, children laughing. Oh my God! There are people outside! There are people outside, and I was just about to... oh my God! She looked at Patrick, frozen in place. He gave her a small smile, before removing her hand from his Speedos, and placing a towel in it instead.
"I think it's about time we got changed, don't you?" She nodded in reply, and turned her back towards him. She still couldn't quite get over the fact that they were just about to... hat she was just about to... she tried not to think about it as she changed from her swim wear to her clothes. This resulted in her shirt being buttoned up wrong; Patrick remedied this, careful not to touch her skin. Neither of them knew what would happen if their skin touched.
When they were both dressed, Patrick looked outside to check again that they wouldn't be seen coming out of the same changing room. (Well, no one could say that he wasn't careful!) When he had checked, and found that the coast was clear, he motioned to her to follow him. They walked out of there, as if nothing had happened; though they both knew that their relationship would never be the same again.
Reaching their cars, Teresa was all set to say goodbye to him; she knew that they had to talk about what had happened, but she didn't really want to think about that now. She looked to him, to say goodbye... and saw that there was a huge grin on his face. Not a smile, but a grin. She couldn't help but grin back. Maybe they were going to be all right. "What are you grinning at?"
He motioned to her. "Give me your keys. I've got an idea." Normally, she wouldn't have thought twice about giving Patrick her keys; the answer would have been 'No'. This time though, she felt like giving into him. It wouldn't be the first time that she had given into him; this morning had proved that. She was slightly wary as she threw the keys to him.
"What about your car?" She only asked it, because she was expected to. After all, how was he supposed to get home without his car?
"I'll come back for it later. Right now, I've got something more important to... take care of." She didn't like the way that he said that. Though he spoke in his normal voice, she was still a little nervous. Whatever he had planned,it obviously involved her. She thought about what that entailed... and smiled inwardly at the thought..
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"What are we doing here?" For some reason, he had driven them to the CBI building. Was the thing that he had to take care of paperwork?! No, that wasn't like him; he wouldn't bring her here to help him with paperwork. Though, a lot of the things he had done today weren't like him. As they stepped into the office, he turned around to face her, a smile playing on his lips. "Well, are you going to answer me or..."
She stopped when he caught her lips again; she had to admit, he was a good kisser. No, good wasn't the right word to describe the way that his lips fit against hers; the way that he made her feel complete. She could only think of one word that could begin to describe him: amazing! When he released her, he raised his eyebrows. It took her a moment to figure out what he was trying to ask her; when she did, her eyes grew wide.
"No! No, absolutely not! I mean, the shower and the changing room were one thing... but here?! At work?! There is absolutely no way that you're going to make me..." He caught her lips again. She didn't protest much after that; for one thing, she found out that kissing wasn't the only thing that made Patrick Jane amazing!
A/N:- There, another one down! I'm not quite sure about this one... not usually what I write about. Tell me what you think; if you think it's good... or bad, then write a review please. Try to be nice, though. Also, if you have any ideas for me, then PLEASE tell me! As of now, I have used up all my (best) ideas, and I am in desperarte need of new ones!