Paint Job
Up... Down...
Up... Down...
Up... Down...
Lisbon had to admire his technique; smooth, controlled; his strokes sure and confident, never once missing a beat. She lost herself as she watched the muscles in his arms strain, his back arching so he could reach higher. He let out a slow breath as he neared the end; there was a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and upper lip.
"Almost there?" His voice was a low growl, cracking slightly as he gave one last stroke before stopping. This seemed to break the spell that he seemed to have cast on her, and she quickly gave a nod before looking away... but that didn't stop her from seeing his form in her peripheral vision, and glancing at him every few seconds. She tried to draw her attention back to the task at hand; that was more easily said done.
Having Jane help her paint her house definitely wasn't one of her best ideas...
Why she had chosen this weekend to do it, she would never know. The one weekend when almost all of the team were "busy". Though they had all agreed to help her at the start, both Rigsby and Van Pelt had forgotten that they were meant to be somewhere... coincidentally Rigsby's 'somewhere' just happened to be in the same direction as Van Pelt's. That alone should have told her that something was up. And then when Cho couldn't come up with a plausible reason as to why he couldn't make it, should have caused her alarm bells to start ringing. Cho always had a reason for anything that he did; good or bad, there was always a reason.
While his help had been welcome at the start, Jane was now an even bigger distraction than the mountainous piles of paperwork that she had yet to do. Since when had the thought of Jane covered in flecks of paint excited her so much... since when had the thought of Jane excited her so much?!
Then again, she realized that this must have been a long time coming; it was only a matter of time before something like this was bound to occur between them. Of course, she had never thought that it would happen quite like this. They had been dancing around each other for months; maybe now was their chance...
She quickly shook those thoughts out of her head, and tried to muster enough self control to carry on painting the wall; it was working... for the moment anyway.
* * *
It wasn't all sunshine and roses on Jane's side of things either. The moment he had stepped into the house, he had to keep a check on his self control, and make sure that he didn't do something that he would regret.
When Lisbon had opened that door, Jane supposed that he would have only been more surprised if she had opened it in her underwear or in nothing at all. Now that was an image that he didn't need right now. There had only been a few times when he had seen Lisbon in anything other than work clothes... but only once when he had seen her in a dress.
It obviously wasn't one of those dresses that was made and worn only for the benefit of slowly driving him insane. And yet it did. It was a simple, white summer dress, which ended a few inches above the knee. It had confused him at first why she was wearing a dress; it wasn't as if it was exactly warm outside. The look on her face told him that she could sense his puzzlement. "Painting is hard work. This is the only thing I could find that would keep me cool."
"Well, yeah. But it's messy work too. You're really going to risk getting that dress dirty?" His usual smile was back on his face, showing her that he was both joking and serious. It seemed that only Jane could pull that look off.
"Normally, I would agree with you. Today, I think I'll take comfort over looks." There was a slight smile on her face as she looked him up and down. "What about you? Not worried about getting paint all over your suit?" She moved aside so that he could walk through; as he passed her, he bowed down so that his lips were close to her ear.
"Come on Lisbon, you should know me better than that. It's looks over comfort, every time." He felt her shudder slightly as his breath tickled her ear, though she had obviously tried to hide it. His smile grew slightly wider at that. As he breathed in, the aroma of cinnamon invaded his nostrils. He let his eyes close briefly, savouring it, before he pulled away. "So, where do we start?"
She gave him one last glance, before turning and walking up her stairs to the first room. He followed, noting that she was wearing nothing on her feet. She had to be comfortable in his presence in order for her to do that. That gave him food for thought.
As soon as Jane stepped through, his grin grew into a smile. "The bedroom, huh? Trying to tell me something, Lisbon?"
Her reply was to give him a roller and point him to the nearest wall. Not losing his trademark smile, he got to work, losing the first of his many layers in the process. He had a feeling he would be losing more as the day progressed. He was right, as was almost always the case.
Fifteen minutes into it, he had to stop and remove his vest, and roll his sleeves up above his elbows. Lisbon wasn't kidding when she said that painting was hard work. He heard a snicker behind him. He went to turn around, but stopped when he saw Lisbon out of the corner of his eye.
Lisbon was balancing on the balls of her feet in order to reach the top of the wall with the roller, leaning her hand on the space of wall that had yet to be painted. He couldn't help but stop and watch as her body arched in order to reach; the action drawing the hem of the dress up, exposing the lines of her body, emphasizing them...
"You okay Jane?" He hadn't realized that he had stopped, nor did he realize that he had been stood in the same spot, staring at his boss. He gave a quick nod in reply and quickly turned back to the wall, moving his roller up and down with more force than was necessary. Little specks of paint rained down on him from above, landing mostly in his hair and on his face. He didn't notice; he was too preoccupied with keeping his body under control.
He knew that this was bound to happen; he had been fighting his emotions for months now, though it had been getting harder and harder over the past few weeks. It was obvious that the rest of the team knew, otherwise they would be here as well... though if you asked him, they could have come up with better excuses. There was no way in hell that Lisbon was going to believe any of them. They had intentionally left the two of them alone.
Despite what had just taken place, they were still able to work in a comfortable silence. They were on opposite sides of the room, so Jane was no longer able to stare at Lisbon out of the corner of his eye... of course, he did glance on occasion.
When he reached the end of the wall, he had one last of the stroke of the roller before he was finished. Chancing a glance, he saw that Lisbon was staring at him now. It seemed that he wasn't the only one distracted. When he spoke to ask her if she was nearly finished, his voice was more of a growl than anything else. He quietly cleared his thorat before walking over to her side. He watched her paint for a moment. As he was standing behind her, it also gave him an excuse to take another look.
And he had to admit: he liked what he saw.
* * *
Lisbon knew that he was staring at her; she was beginning to lose the rhythm that she had worked so hard to keep during the course of the day. She closed her eyes, and willed herself to get some of her control back. She felt that Jane was getting a little too close for comfort.
Of course, she hadn't counted on Jane noticing how bad her strokes were becoming. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his warm hand wrap around her wrist. He stepped closer towards her, reapplying her roller to the wall.
"Your strokes are all over the place. It'll show up when it dries." He pressed himself closer to her back, guiding the movement of her hand. She relaxed her arm, allowing him to move it for her.
"So what? All of a sudden you're the painting expert?" Lisbon was surprised that she still had the sense to make words come out of her mouth, let alone a whole sentence.
"Not really. You're just one of those people." He left it; as if that explained anything.
She turned her head to look back at him slightly. "What people?"
He didn't release his grasp on her wrist, but moved it up slightly so that his hand was resting on hers. "Oh you know. Those people. See, your grip is too loose; no wonder you can't paint straight. Straighten your back." Jane wrapped his other arm around her waist, tightening it slightly, and resting his hand on her hip so that her back was pulled flush against his front.
He could feel every one of her curves, and as he inhaled he caught a trace of cinnamon again, only this time it was concentrated and all the more intoxicating. So intoxicating in fact that he was hard pressed not to lower his nose to the crook of her neck. "See?" His voice was croaky again; only this time, it wasn't because of the work.
She nodded in reply, words seeming to escape her for the moment. The feel of Jane pressed against her like this was making her knees tremble, and doing odd things to her stomach. Even through the material of her dress, she could feel everything. A few moments passed before either of them realized that their hands had stopped moving.
Jane cleared his throat before removing his hand from hers. She placed the roller down before turning around to face him. "Well, thank you for that... hands-on lesson, Jane."
"Oh, well you know me. I always did like to be... hands-on."His arm was still around her waist, though it was loose; she could walk out of his grasp at any time. She looked up at him to ask him what was happening between them... but stopped when she saw a rather large speck of paint on his left cheek. "What are you doing?" Jane pulled his head back slightly when he saw her hand reach up towards his face.
"You've got paint on your cheek." She softly wiped the spot of paint away with her thumb, letting her fingers linger on her cheek longer than was necessary. He placed his hand on top of hers, caressing it slightly before following the trail of her arm, along her shoulder, up her neck and over to her cheek, mirroring her.
Without realizing, they had both stepped closer towards one another. There was now only an inch between them. Both Jane and Lisbon knew what would happen next; it was just a matter of was going to make the first move. Like many other times in their growing relationship, it was Jane. He had looked into her eyes for a few seconds, before finding what he needed.
He grasped the hair at the nape of her neck lightly, and pulled her towards him, holding her there with the arm around her waist. "Are you sure about this? Sure you're not making a mistake?"
"If this is a mistake, I think that I should make them more often." Her voice was nothing more than a breath now.
With one last look, he lowered his lips to hers. It wasn't a soft kiss; nor was it forceful, but a mixture of both. A kiss that worked as the promise of more things to come. When his lips left hers to move to her ear, it was entirely too soon. "In all honesty, I would prefer to be the only mistake that you make." He growled into her ear, nipping at it slightly before working his way back to her lips.
"I like the sound of that." That was the last coherent sentence that either of them made before he captured her lips once more. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him closer, trying to become one with him. When his teeth nipped at her lower lip she gasped, allowing his tongue to sweep through her mouth, and causing him to groan at her taste. He used his tongue to mimic another part of his anatomy, causing her to moan into his mouth.
She pulled him backwards so that she was pressed between the wall and his body. He removed his lips from hers, travelling down her neck slowly. "You do realize that we've just ruined the painting that we spent the last hour on, right?"
Her hands moved down from his neck to his shoulders. "Right at this moment Jane," she moved them down to his ass, pulling him even closer, so that he was pressing into her core. They both groaned at the friction it caused. "I don't think that I could care any less." She rotated her hips slightly, eliciting yet another groan from him. "Please Patrick."
It was the pleading in her eyes and the need in her voice, more than anything else that made him comply... though the way she drew out his name helped him along too. He moved his hands down to wrap around her thighs, and used the strength in his arms as well as the wall to lift her up so that he could look her level in the eye. One last look to make sure that there were no second thoughts for either of them. Lisbon grabbed Jane's hair and pulled him towards her, almost devouring his lips when they met.
He let her take control of the kiss this time, losing himself in the feel of her body pressed against him, the smell and the taste of her. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he realized that he didn't want to make love to her against the wall; she deserved so much better.
He lifted her carefully from the wall, and slowly dropped to his knees, lowering her onto the paint smeared sheet that covered the floor. As her hair fanned out across the floor, he was struck by her beauty. He was kneeling over her, admiring her. A part of him would have been more than happy to just stay in this position forever. But another part of him yearned to be closer to her; it ached... craved... hungered... longed... he was running out of synonyms. Which one was he going to listen to? As if he even had to ask!
It wasn't until she reached up to start to unbutton his shirt that he was brought back the present situation. He couldn't remember removing her dress, nor could he remember removing his clothes; but soon they were both on the floor, with no barriers between them.
"I think we're going a little too fast." Indeed, they were both breathing heavier, their breath coming out in pants. That didn't stop Lisbon from answering him.
"We'll just have to go slower later." She pulled him down so that his body was lying on top of hers, and their lips were barely touching. "Now, please don't make me wait any longer." She nipped at his lips slightly, soothing the sting with her tongue. "I don't think I could handle it."
That was all the incentive that Jane needed. He moved his hands to grip her hips, pushing them open slowly, prolonging the inevitable. She trailed one hand down from his chest, over his stomach and down to his erection. She grasped it softly, earning a hiss from Jane. "Teresa!" Her name had never sounded more erotic than in that moment. She positioned him, and he gasped when he felt how hot and ready she was. As he looked into her eyes, almost black with lust, she gave him a look that he could read as clearly as if she had spoken: 'It's all for you, Patrick.'
He removed her hand, and placed his hands on either side of her head. He kissed her, a slow, sensual kiss that had both of them moaning at the sensations it brought forth. He thrust into her, just as his tongue entered her mouth. The double penetration had Lisbon arching her back up off the floor. Her breasts were pushed up against his chest, and he couldn't resist the urge to reach down and grasp one of them.
He removed his lips from hers, trailing them down her throat, all the while keeping a slow and steady pace with his hips. When his mouth latched onto her nipple, her moan seemed to echo around the room. She collected his hair on one of her hands, a silent plea for him to carry on.
His hips increased in speed as well as intensity, Lisbon's hips joining him as they fell into a wonderful rhythm. The hand that wasn't occupied with her breast stroked softly down her body, pausing just below her stomach before moving down between them. He changed the angle of his thrusts, driving more deeply, making sure to hit the spot deep inside her that would have seeing stars, while manipulating her tight bud with his fingers.
She didn't disappoint, as a high pitched keen filled the room. Without warning, she threw her head back, and those pulses of pleasure that he had felt turned into the full flutter of her climax. Jane could only let these sensations wash over him for a few moments before he finally gave into his own release; and when his body finally stopped its spasms, he rested on top of her, making sure not to put his full weight on top of her. He lay there for a few moments, his head cushioned between her breasts.
Her hand that was still in his hair began to massage his head, scratching his scalp lightly with her nails. She felt him purr against her, the vibrations sending a pleasurable shiver throughout her body. She was ready to fall asleep in this position, Jane's body keeping her warmer than any blanket could.
"I'm going to hold you to that, you know." The sound of his deep voice pulled her back into consciousness.
"What's that?" She asked him, her voice slightly husky.
"Going slower later." He looked up at her, and she felt something stir deep within her. "It seems 'later' will be sooner than we thought." He flashed his trademark grin at her.
"Well, I think we should clean up first."She motioned between them, and he saw that they were both covered in paint.
"How does a shower sound?" He rolled off of her, and stood up gesturing to her with his hand.
She smiled at him, and took his hand. "A shower sounds good..." she moved her lips close to his ear "... but a bath sounds even better." She walked out of the room and over to the bathroom, not looking back to see if he was following her.
As if she even had to ask!
