Warning: Explicit sexual content in this one.
When she came back into the living room, she could see immediately that he had followed her orders. She took in the sight of him lying naked on the couch and she was afraid, that from now on this would be exactly the picture that would form in her mind each time she saw him lying on any couch. This could cause problems at work…
He was so beautiful like that. His head was propped up a bit by a pillow, his eyes were closed and his face showed mere pleasure. His lips were slightly parted and she could hear silent moans escaping his mouth. She let her gaze wander down his body and she realized, that he was fondling himself lightly. Her arousal, that had diminished a bit while she'd gone to her bedroom to retrieve a condom, hit her again with full force.
With a few long strides she reached him. "Thought, you could begin without me, imp?"
"No, you were here the whole time, Emy. I have a very clear picture of you in my mind," he said with a seductively hoarse voice. "Are you going to lose your clothes any time soon?"
"All in due time, Patrick," she answered airily. She bend down to kiss him, but didn't make any moves to join him on the couch. On the contrary, she stalled all his attempts to pull her on top of him. "Patience, Jane. If I let you have your way now, I know, you'll run the whole show. It's not going to happen like that this time, okay?"
"Got it, your show," he moaned. "But please do something, my patience is wearing thinner as we speak."
She snickered. "Oh, you still seem coherent enough. Let's see, if we can put a stop to that."
She got down on her knees and took hold of his erection. He groaned needily. She lowered her head and pressed a kiss to the top of it, getting a first taste of him. She decided she liked it well enough and proceeded to take him into her mouth.
His fevered cries were music to her ears. She'd never much enjoyed this particular practice, but with him everything seemed to be different. Making him feel that good, turned her on in ways she'd not expected. She continued a while longer, but made sure to stop in time. She didn't want him to come just yet. He was panting, watching her with a look so filled with love, it touched her deep inside. She'd expected a greedy, randy expression, not this.
She extracted the condom from the pocket of her sweatpants, opened the package and pulled it tenderly over his penis. Searching for his eyes, which were following her every move, she pulled her shirt over her head and got rid of her pants.
She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and lowered herself slowly onto his erection. When he was fully inside of her, she just sat there for a moment facing him. "I love you, Patrick," she said, her voice lazed with emotion.
He reached out with one of his hands and touched her arm in a light caress. "I love you too, Teresa," he answered in a tone that very much resembled hers.
Despite their initial frenzy, it turned into a slow and protracted act, both enjoying the closeness too much to let go too soon. They explored each others' bodies and shared passionate kisses, their arousal growing slowly but continuously. She suspected the application of one or two bio-feedback tricks on his part because she knew just how close he'd been to coming already. She didn't mind at all.
More than twenty minutes into their joining, they were both covered in sweat, panting from the long physical activity, when he decided, that enough was enough. "Sorry, I know it's supposed to be your show, but…" he gasped out. In a sudden move, he flipped them around, never leaving her body, and started to thrust into her with an urgent force.
She was shocked at first by his bold move, but it felt too good for her to complain. She groaned approvingly and gave in to him. Not five minutes later, they both cried out their releases nearly in perfect synchrony.
She was grateful he had the presence of mind to turn them both to their sides right afterwards. His weight would have crushed her otherwise, because he was out like a light not a minute later.
She got up from the couch smiling at his sleeping form indulgently. She removed the used condom carefully and he didn't even twitch. The poor guy must have been really tired and exhausted after his very short night. She spread a blanket over him and decided, she could let him sleep at least for a good hour.
She spent another five minutes just watching him sleep. He had always looked like a fallen angel to her in this state, right from the first time she had seen him in an exhausted slumber on his beloved couch in the bullpen on his second day as a consultant.
If she was really honest, that was the exact moment she'd fallen in love with him and pushed those same feelings deep into the back of her mind, unable to act on them for almost nine years. Now that the genie was out of the bottle however, there was no chance, she could ever shove it back in. She felt a sudden urge to lean down and peck his cheek lightly, hoping she wouldn't wake him. He only sighed in his sleep and the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a small smile. God, how she loved that man.
"Patrick, love. You have to wake up," Teresa said gently from her kneeling position beside the couch, on which he was still sleeping.
She played with his curls and waited for him to come to awareness. On a whim, she decided to wake him further sleeping-beauty-style with a deep kiss. That got his attention fast. He opened his eyes, saw her smiling eyes and kissed her back in a matter of seconds.
"That's a nice way to wake up, Teresa," he said huskily after she had broken the kiss. "How long was I out?"
She continues to play with his hair. "Nearly an hour and a half. It's a quarter to one, so you have time to drink the tea I've made for you and catch a shower before we have to leave."
"Thank you, my love. That's very thoughtful. I'm feeling exceedingly spoilt," he announced with a smile full of happiness and reached out for the steaming mug on the coffee table.
She felt a sting of sadness at his remark and decided she had to spoil him a lot more in the future. He did all those nice little things for her and the team all the time, like bringing her coffee and bear claws at the office, or cooking for her, bringing fresh fruit for the team and many other little somethings and obviously he never expected anything back. As was proven right now by the man ecstatic just because she'd prepared him a simple cup of tea.
On second thought she realized it had probably been ages since anyone had done something to spoil him. Hell, she couldn't even remember ever getting him so much as a birthday present. And the team had voted him out of their annual Secret Santa, because the first time he'd participated, he'd figured out who had drawn whom in a matter of seconds and ruined all the fun.
As a consequence, he hadn't even gotten a Christmas gift in years, though he had bought one for each of them every year. Very thoughtful presents actually, which he always left on their desks on their last working day before the holidays without a card attached to identify him as the donor.
She felt a bit ashamed of her self all of a sudden. She just took his small tokens for granted, she realized. Well, she could of course justify it as reparation for the many grievances he caused her with his mischief and scams. But in all honesty, he deserved some spoiling as well. After all, he had been through so much over the years.
He had sat up on the couch and looked at her with worry in his eyes. "What's the matter, Teresa? Did I do something wrong? You look so sad. I'm really sorry if I did something to upset you," he said with remorse in his voice. "Was it me falling asleep on you like that? I'll make sure, it won't happen again."
She pulled him into a fierce hug. "No, love. You didn't do anything wrong. You needed to sleep, I'm glad you got some rest at least."
"Then what's the matter? There must be something."
"I just decided you need to be spoilt more," she said with conviction, loosening her hold on him so he could finish his tea.
"I do?" he asked, confused.
"Absolutely. I realized that I've been extremely negligent when it comes to spoiling you, Patrick, and I'm very sorry for that," she explained.
He shook his head in astonishment. "I don't know what you're talking about. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, Teresa."
"Yes, I do. When was the last time you got a real gift, Patrick?" she asked.
"What kind of gift are we talking about?"
"A gift, Patrick. You do know, what a gift is, right? Like something nice you had wished for a long time but wouldn't buy for yourself. Like that first edition book you got for Cho last Christmas," she explained impatiently.
"I should probably buck up if I want to take that shower before we have to leave," he said getting out of her embrace and up from the couch in one determined move.
She followed him into the bathroom resolutely. "You are not walking out on me like that, Patrick Jane. Why can't you just answer my question?"
He had already started the shower and gotten in but that didn't deter her. "Answer me!" she ordered.
"I don't know what to say, okay? I guess the last material present I got was a gun. And I don't know if it fits your criteria because I sure as hell hadn't been wishing for it and it caused a lot of trouble afterwards. So was that what you wanted to hear?" he said in irritation, roughly lathering up a washcloth as if it were at fault.
"See, that's exactly what I mean. You haven't gotten a real gift in years, and that's not right, Patrick." Lisbon leaned against the counter as steam from the shower swirled around her and lightly fogged up the mirror. "You have given me and the team so many nice, thoughtful presents over the years, but you never get anything back. I didn't even realize it until now. It's incredible. How could we be so remiss?" she asked sadly.
"Lisbon, listen. I don't need anything material. I already got the best gifts in the world from all of you on the team. Your friendships mean so much more to me than some gadgets. You putting up with me and supporting me even when I'm being at my worst -" he sputtered out a breath as he stuck his face briefly under the spray "- I couldn't wish for anything better, okay? It's a lot more than I deserve," he explained passionately. "And now, let me finish my shower in peace and don't worry about this nonsense anymore."
"It's always about being worthy with you, isn't it? Why the hell shouldn't you deserve a little something at times? It's preposterous of you to think that you haven't earned an outward token of affection once in a while, Patrick. God, you really don't possess an ounce of self-esteem, do you?" she said angrily.
"I'm washing my hair, Lisbon, I can't hear you," he replied.
She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Oh, you heard me well enough, mister. Don't pretend."
He switched off the water, grabbed a towel and left the stall, coming close enough to invade her personal space. He sought out her eyes, taking a firm, but tender hold of her chin so she was forced to hold his intense gaze, and said earnestly, "Teresa, please. You have given me the greatest gift in the world: yourself and hope and a future. Whether I deserve all that or not, I'm not sure. But I will cling to it with all I have." He paused to let his words sink in.
"I've told you, I don't much care for material things anymore. I had it all, love. I still have quite a bit, to be honest." He caressed her cheek gently with his thumb. "I own a three million dollar beach house in Malibu for crying out loud. And a whole garage full of vintage cars. It means nothing to me anymore, absolutely nothing. Money never did me any favors. You, on the other hand, you mean everything to me. As long as I have you, I don't need any other gifts, okay, my love?" And as an afterthought he added with a teasing smile. "You are allowed to make me tea sometimes, though."
"Okay, I will rest my case… for now. But I still think you should be spoilt more," she said defiantly.
He chuckled. "Oh, I already feel exceedingly spoilt. I've got my own angry little princess at my service, after all. Now shoo, I have to get ready." He reached a hand over to wipe some steam off the mirror. "And you should change. I suggest you wear those washed out jeans you keep hidden in the back of your closet right behind your t-shirts. And that beautiful burgundy sweater of yours would look lovely with them."
"You are insufferable, Jane. What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she huffed, looking down at her black pants, blouse and blazer.
"Cop, Teresa. It screams cop," he replied cheekily.
"You're only saying that to annoy me."
He snickered at her defiant expression. "Absolutely not. But if you insist, just go like that and see what will happen. Trust me, Teresa. You're much better off if you follow my suggestions. I'll be proud to be seen with you either way, but you might not like the reactions of some of the carnies."
TBC
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