A/N:- So sorry for not updating for ages. Physics coursework has taken up most of my time. 4 Sciences at A Level? What was I thinking?!
Anyway, this is just a little something that I hope you'll enjoy, considering the time of year. Enjoy! :-P
The Sweetest Torture
Patrick Jane watched with heated eyes, unable to look away, no matter how much he tried to wrench his eyes from the sight before him… okay, so maybe he didn't try as hard as he could have. But could you blame him? It wasn't as if he was going to have another chance like this any time soon; Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt were running errands for Minelli, and he and Lisbon were stuck here doing paperwork. Though I'd much rather be doing something else, he thought to himself.
He was mesmerized as Lisbon lapped up the creamy fluid that she had just coaxed forth with her deft mouth. His eyes never left her mouth as her tongue slowly darted out to swirl in the liquid before disappearing back into her mouth. She swallowed the cream, savouring the silky feel and distinct taste.
When she paused in the act for a moment, Jane let out the breath that he didn't know he had been holding… and almost moaned out loud when Lisbon dipped her tongue out again. He was almost certain that she was prolonging the moment on purpose, intent on teasing him until he reached his demise. But what a way to go! That thought brought a small smile to his face. That smile vanished when a small moan from Lisbon brought him back to the current situation.
While he had been bordering on the edge for most of the morning, he was now uncomfortably hard, and what Lisbon was doing now with her tongue wasn't helping him any. He almost lost it when she closed her lips around her tongue, sucking up more of the treat in the process. Despite her obviously practised tongue, a droplet of white escaped Lisbon's mouth, landing on her bottom lip.
Jane had to hold his breath as she brought one finger to her lip, capturing the drop before inserting her finger into her mouth, her eyes falling closed slightly at the taste. Jane had decided that it was okay to breathe again… when Lisbon's eyes opened, capturing Jane's own. He felt a hitch in his throat as he watched her release her finger from her lips. Her tongue darted out one last time, retrieving the last of the liquid.
Jane couldn't take it any more. "Lisbon." He finally managed to speak, though it was only a whisper, his voice husky and ragged.
"What?" She sounded so innocent, though the smirk on her face told him that she knew exactly what she had just put him through. "How do you eat your Crème Egg?"
The smirk on his face matched her own. "Let me take you home after work… and I might just show you."
A/N:- I'm sorry that it's so short, but I couldn't let this opportunity pass! :-P So, how do you eat your Crème Egg?
