Warning: Explicit sexual content


"I'm sorry, Teresa. I didn't mean to make you cry. Please, can't we just forget this whole thing?" he pleaded again. But she only shook her head desperately, tears still running. "You know, this is exactly why I hate money. All it ever does is cause problems." He sighed heavily. His hands took hold of her face and his thumbs tried to stem the flood of tears. "Please, Teresa. What can I do to make this alright again? I can write down my own budget, if you want. Show you that I'm doing okay? Would that help?" But her face still only showed sadness and despair, the tears coming with increasing speed. "Tell me, Teresa. Anything. I would do anything. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm… what did I do to make you so sad?"

With a tear-choked voice, still shaking her head, she finally managed to say, "Nothing, Patrick. You did nothing. Stop blaming yourself for my tears. I'm just frustrated and angry and feeling helpless and stupid and…" she stopped speaking and hid her face on his chest, her arms coming around his back, pulling him as close as possible. "I love you so much," she mumbled into his shirt.

He rubbed her back comfortingly, for once at a loss with what was going on with his lover. He kissed the top of her head and started to tell her in a calming tone how much he loved her and that everything was fine.

It was so nice to inhale his scent again, relaxing and reassuring. That and his soothing words helped her to find her composure again. She raised her head and searched his eyes, finding only love and maybe a bit uncertainty shining from them. "Patrick?"

"Yes, Teresa?" he asked warmly.

She blushed a little but didn't let that faze her. "Would you please make love to me? I really want to feel you inside of me."

He smiled with tender eyes. "The pleasure would all be mine." A moment later he realized, what he'd said and had to chuckle. "Sorry, that came out wrong."

The unintended giggle that escaped her warmed his heart, and though his words had really been a lapse, he was glad, he'd managed to ease her mood. "Do you want to move this to the bedroom, love?" he inquired.

She nodded and he got up with her in his arms bridal style and took her up the stairs. "I'm still not over the fact, that you actually have this kind of muscle, Jane," she told him on the way, a bit uncomfortable with being carried.

"You're not exactly an elephant, Lisbon. And what about me? Imagine what I have to go through? I'm absolutely not over the fact that you can tackle men more than thrice your size," he teased, glad to see her smile again.


They didn't waste much time on any foreplay this time around. They both knew what they wanted was to be connected as closely as possible. So they only helped each other out of their clothes and lay down on the bed afterwards. He climbed half on top of her, his fingers searching for her core, parting her lips with two of them entering her, while they engaged in a passionate kiss. He found her wet already. She moaned into his mouth when his fingers started an exploration of her depths. He played her a little, penetrating her as deeply as possible eliciting several groans and sighs. He crooked his fingers, stroking her inner walls and making her pant. "Please, Patrick," she begged breathlessly.

Getting the hint, he retracted his fingers. Making sure she was watching, he brought the digits up to his mouth and licked off her juices. Her eyes became even wilder with need at this erotic display and not wanting to wait any longer he lowered himself fully on top of her and guided his length to her entrance. He remembered to don a condom at the last moment before he pushed into her slowly until he was buried fully inside.

They both moaned, their mouths finding and devouring each other. She could taste herself on him which, if at all possible, turned her on even more. They relished the deep connection they felt at this moment. Nothing mattered but them right now. Not the world outside, nor their dispute from earlier. This was an affirmation of their love, of the fact that nothing could destroy it, that it would conquer all.

He looked intensely into her eyes and started to take her with slow, deep thrusts. "You feel so good around me, Teresa. You're so soft and tight and wet. I want you so much, I would do this the whole day if I could. Home, this is being at home, Emy. Inside you is my home. I love you, I need you, I want you," he whispered, still keeping a steady pace.

Her legs came around his butt, trying to urge him into her even deeper. "Oh god, " she panted. "Oh god yes. Oh Patrick, please. Deeper, please. You feel so good. Wanna feel more of you."

Following her demands, he started to thrust harder, pushing into her with all his might, groaning loudly. She met him stroke for stroke, and soon both were sweating and moaning constantly. He hammered into her, using every trick in the book to prolong the act as much as possible. She was in ecstasy, feeling filled and cared for. He kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples the way he knew drove her crazy. She cried out helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure almost drowned her. And still he was thrusting into her - unyielding, hard, powerful.

She just went with the flow, unable to do anything but follow his lead. He was everywhere, in her, around her, his face a study in abandon, concentrated on her pleasure and his as well. Finally, after a time she found astonishing even in her state, he seemed to have reached the end of his endurance. He gasped for air, sweat soaking his curls. He looked absolutely magnificent to her. "I can't… I have to… I… Gonna come," he stammered.

"Yessss," she hissed, "God yes."

And with a few last, hard thrusts he exploded inside of her with an almost painful shout. It felt like he came and came and came and she pressed him against her as close as possible, holding him through his release.


He sank down on top of her, totally spent with no remaining strength to hold himself up. He was a bit heavy, but right now, she couldn't care less. His weight felt comforting. "Hope, m't crushn ya," he mumbled. "Gimme a m'n'te."

Her hands tousled his hair playfully. "Take your time, imp. It's fine really. Love to feel you so close still."

It took him several more minutes to recover enough so he could move. He turned them around, so she was the one on top. "Geez, guess I'm not twenty anymore," he joked, still a bit breathless.

"Oh, I think you did passably well – for an old man, that is," she teased him, removing the rather brimmed condom from him.

He chuckled. "Ah, Lisbon, I love your snark. Just wished I wasn't feeling too old to prove to you right now that I'm not old."

"You do know that statement didn't make much sense, don't you?" she told him with mirth shining in her eyes.

He looked at her with mock-worry. "Oh no! You don't think I just SCREWED up my brain, do you?"

"Sometimes you really are a pig, Jane," she half-teased, half-scolded him, while she leaned over the edge of the bed and got rid of the rubber in the little bin she'd placed there just for this purpose after a slightly disgusting experience involving the floor, her bare foot, an early morning and… well.

"Yeah, a dirty, old pig. You love that about me," he stated.

"No, I don't," she said indignantly

"Yes, you do. No need to be ashamed, Lisbon. I love being dirty with you, too," he replied, grinning at her and winking suggestively.

She slapped him on the chest. He growled as if hungry. "Oh, yes, Lisbon. Give it to me. I love it when you hit me, you kinky minx."

Teresa blushed a little at that. "Stop it, Patrick. That's not funny. It's crass. And it's embarrassing."

"It's just the two of us. Why would you be embarrassed? Interesting…" he pondered her reaction.

"Jane, please stop it. You're making me uncomfortable, okay?" she said shyly, avoiding his eyes.

He cupped one of her cheeks gently and was relieved when she nestled up against it. "Sorry, love. I didn't mean to make you uneasy. I'm just fooling around. Why are you so affected though? Would you tell me?"

She blushed some more but dared to look at him. He'd lost his teasing expression and gazed at her with genuine interest and warmth. "I've never been particularly comfortable with talking about stuff like that," she murmured.

"With stuff you mean sex in general, I presume? Or something specific?" he asked carefully.

"In general, I guess. I was raised a Catholic, Patrick. You know that," she explained, still hesitantly, but with a little more strength in her voice.

He nodded. "But it doesn't feel like you're uncomfortable with what we're actually doing. I mean, it seems like you're open to explore and all that. Why's it so difficult to talk about it?"

"I don't know, " she admitted. "And no, I don't feel strange doing it. Rather the opposite," she added, blushing again.

"My guess? In a way putting words to it makes it more concrete or real. And words hold a certain meaning in your religion, don't they?" He paused a moment and then quoted, "'In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and God was the Word'."

She raised her brows. "You know the Bible?" she inquired, voice reflecting her astonishment.

"Meh. Part of my memory palace. Not the whole thing. Mostly the New Testament. Couldn't be bothered with all those rules in the Moses Books. You know how I feel about rules," he explained with a cheeky grin.

"But why?" she asked, really puzzled.

He started to caress her back absent-mindedly. "Oh, it's an important part of our cultural heritage, isn't it? But to be honest, it was a bet. Which I won, of course. In a blaze of glory, I might add." He smirked.

"A bet? You memorized the Bible for a bet?" She shook her head, not sure, whether she should be indignant or not. "I'm certain, there's a hell specifically for heretics like you, Jane."

"And I'm certain we'll be a merry bunch down there," he chuckled, but turned serious again when he saw her face fall. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of your convictions just because I don't share them. Forgive me, Teresa."

She played with one of his curls, which had decided to squiggle especially unruly on his forehead. "You didn't offend me, Patrick. I'm not that pious. You've actually witnessed me cursing in a church, though it was entirely your fault of course… No, I'm miffed because I just realized that YOU probably know more about the Bible than me! That's VERY irritating." She huffed.

"I don't know if it's any comfort, but I've actually made a real priest burst out in tears pretty much for the same reasons. So no need to feel bad…" he snickered.

"Wow, really?" she asked, pecking him on the nose. He nodded, but his face turned dark afterwards and he got a far away look. She noticed it immediately. "What happened, Patrick?"

"Trust me, Teresa, you REALLY don't want to know. I'm not proud of it anymore, though I was back then. It was a very bad con, even by my former standards. I'd rather not talk about it. Some things are better left untold." Self-disgust was visible on his face. "My only consolation: I checked up on the guy a few years ago, and he seemed genuinely happy. Not a priest anymore, but has a family. Two kids." He sighed heavily.

"It's okay, Patrick. We don't need to talk about that. But about what you said before? It was actually very interesting, you know? What you mentioned about the meaning of words, that they make things more real somehow. I think you're right." She blushed a bit once more. "It's like talking about sex makes me admit to myself that I'm actually having it and enjoying it. It's rather dumb to be honest, come to think of it. But it makes me feel like maybe I'm doing something wrong. I don't really feel that, of course, but…" she rambled.

He pressed a finger to her lips to cut her off. "Hush, Teresa. You don't need to defend or explain yourself."

She bit into his finger playfully, eliciting an indignant "Ow" from him. Grinning, she said, "I wasn't defending myself, you idiot. I was just thinking out loud. Talking myself through it. I was having quite a revelation – not of the divine sort though, I'm afraid. Maybe I do have some strange issues concerning sex. I have to ponder that a bit more. I mean, I was a student at a school led by nuns and they certainly didn't condone sex outside of marriage."

"But then again, I will marry you some day. So you're practically engaged, Teresa. Maybe that'll make it more acceptable to your subconscious?" he suggested. "And no. That wasn't my official proposal. I certainly hope I can do better than that when the time is ripe."

She kissed him with rapture. Though he might not have proposed outright, he'd promised her two times now, and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it to happen.

And somehow he was actually right. Knowing how serious this relationship was had made her much more open for their intimacy. She'd allowed herself to explore, submit, and enjoy without inhibition. He'd taken her to places she'd not even known existed. And they hadn't even done anything really experimental or exotic so far. Still, it had felt completely different with him than it had ever felt before. And she looked forward to discovering more together, craved it actually.


TBC

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