Warning: Explicit sexual content (also known as "Lisbon's healing touch")


She'd caught him by surprise and it took a few seconds before he returned the kiss. But just a moment later he took charge, clung to her and kissed her with such desperation that she had a hard time breathing. When he started to pull at her clothes she broke the kiss long enough to say, "Slow down, Patrick," but he ignored her request.

Luckily for her she didn't wear a blouse that day or there wouldn't be any buttons on it anymore, she was sure. Even without her being able to do anything to assist, they were both naked in a matter of seconds, and without much further ado he pushed her down on the bed and entered her in one firm stroke.

To his credit he had however first cast an inquiring look at her panties, or rather the sanitary pad in it, and then at her, and only done the deed after she'd given him her silent go-ahead with a nod. It occurred to her briefly that considering her condition they'd probably have to deal with quite a mess afterwards, but it didn't faze her at that point. Fortunately the bedding was in a rather dark color scheme and what were a few stains between friends and allies anyway? She had to grin a bit at her devious thoughts, which would be her last coherent ones for a while.


They both groaned at the close connection. Patrick sought out her lips again and mimicked their other union with his tongue, while he hammered into her. After a while he increased the pace of his strokes even more, but had to stop the kiss to accomplish that.

All she could do was lay there and take what he offered because his thrusts were so powerful and rapid that she was unable to meet him. But this didn't faze him and she didn't mind either. He knew exactly how to pleasure her and they'd engaged in this act enough times for her to know that he always thought of her needs first. And besides, he obviously needed the sense of being in control right now after feeling so utterly helpless throughout most of the day.

He'd never taken her that forcefully, and she loved every second of it. She closed her eyes in blissful surrender when her first orgasm ripped through her. Only when she felt something wet drip down on her face did she open her eyes again to the sight of Patrick silently weeping, while still penetrating her with a desperate urge that aroused her beyond measure.

Teresa forced herself to regain enough control to raise her hands and cup his cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with her thumbs. This decelerated him a bit and she used this slow-down to pull him into another, more sedate kiss. His almost frantic movement turned into a powerful, but steady thrusting and she could feel some of his tension leaving his body. From experience she could tell that this would probably change again very soon because he was getting close, but one could never be too sure with Jane. He could just as well see fit to apply some bio-feedback and prolong the act, but she doubted it would be the case today.

Though there were still tears leaking from his eyes, he looked into hers with an intensity that nearly scared her. It felt like he was really trying to connect their minds and she was drowning in teal. Love, fear, determination, desperation, longing, tenderness, but mostly love.

The mixture of raw emotions made her both hot and cold. They still hadn't exchanged a single word and it stayed like that right until the end of their encounter. As usual he'd brought her off more than once and she hadn't been able to stop herself from crying out several times, but had willed herself to choke her shouts considering where they were and who she knew would be close by. When he finally came he broke the silence breathing "Teresa" so tenderly it touched her so deeply she came apart once more.


He held onto her tightly afterwards, for once not seeming to worry about crushing her with his greater weight. She didn't mind. She wasn't made of glass after all and needed the close contact nearly as much as Patrick. "I love you," she whispered in his ear, her hands lazily playing with the curls at his neck.

He lifted his head a bit, and she could see that his tears had finally abated. "I love you too," he whispered back against her lips before he pressed his mouth to hers in another toe-curling kiss, one hand cupping her face, the other buried in her hair.


He broke the kiss when their need for oxygen forced him to, and resumed the intense eye-contact from before. "Talk to me, Patrick," she said. "Tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked quietly.

"Hurt me? Of course you didn't hurt me. You would've noticed otherwise, Mr. Mentalist," she teased him lightly, hoping it would make him open up a bit. "I'm a cop, remember? Not some fragile damsel. I enjoyed it very much."

"I'm glad to hear that," he teased back only halfheartedly, his eyes never breaking the contact with hers, but she couldn't really identify the new emotions swirling in them.

She used one of her hands to pretend she was knocking on his temple. "Love, please share your thoughts with me. Let me in. You're not alone in this. I'm right here."

"I know you are," he said with a sigh. "I just don't think you'll be able to help."

"Just sharing your burdens usually helps, Patrick. Tell me what's bothering you." Her thumb wiped away a lonely tear that had sneaked out of his eye.

He looked sad, she decided. And dejected. "I feel completely useless, Teresa. Now that we're finally so close, I've nothing to contribute and I just know I'll screw it up." He broke their eye contact and looked down with shame. "I'm just a pathetic loudmouth and…"

She interrupted him. "Stop right there, Jane." She cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at her again. She was glaring, her eyes full of fire. "You are not like that. You figured out his identity and you're our foremost expert on him. Stop putting yourself down like that."

"Yeah, great accomplishment. I figured it out after weeks of overlooking the obvious and minutes before the DNA would've revealed it anyway," he replied, sarcasm and disgust clouding his voice. "And I've no idea what to do with the information. So much for your expert."

Her gaze turned even hotter with anger. "I'm fed up with your stupid self-pity, Jane. You know what? That's the only thing pathetic about you. If you just stopped debasing yourself all the time, you'd be a lot more useful." She scowled some more.

"God, Patrick! Why are you so adamant with yourself all the time? Can't you focus on the positive? You were the one who kept his head after we found out about Bertram and Ron. You came up with a course of action." She tightened her hold on his face until it was nearly painful. "You're the only one on the team who's capable of this level of strategic thinking. Can't you see that? We need you. You can't afford to bury your head in the sand now." And with a softer voice she added, "We're all afraid, okay? There's nothing wrong with it. Red John's not just some random killer after all. You are NOT alone in this, Jane."

More tears were leaking from his eyes now. "I can't go through this again, Lisbon. I can't lose you or any of the others. I just can't," he said brokenly.

"We're still here, Patrick. And we need you at your best for it to stay that way," she pleaded with him. "I know this whole situation is even more overwhelming for you than the rest of us. And how this must remind you of the time ten years ago." She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel now that you realize that you've been so close to the bastard all the time. But Patrick-" she paused a moment to search his eyes, "-this isn't going to be a repeat of last time. We're prepared and we know, what we're dealing with. He sure as hell won't be able to catch me by surprise."

She looked at him beseechingly. "And frankly, I don't understand why you think you'll screw this up at the last moment. Should it come to it, I have no doubt in my mind that you'll be able to act." In a very low voice she added, "You do remember Timothy Carter, don't you?"

He nodded with a painful expression. "Yes, but I didn't have much opportunity to think things through back then. I just knew I couldn't let him get away. And still, I nearly didn't manage. We've never really talked about it but… it was a very close call. I almost hesitated too long. If he hadn't stopped, turned back and faced me, I don't think I would've been able to shoot him," Jane admitted quietly.

"I know," she replied warmly. "I've known ever since I watched the footage from the surveillance cameras. I know you're not a cold-blooded killer, Patrick." She looked him straight in the eyes before she continued, "And I'm very, very happy about it. I'm not sure we'd be here right now if you were someone capable of killing without remorse or shooting someone in the back." She kissed him deeply. Afterwards she caressed his cheeks, her eyes conveying her confidence in her next words. "I am certain that you'll be able to do whatever has to be done, should the need arise. Stop doubting yourself and stop overthinking."

After another kiss she added seductively, "I know just the thing to distract you."


Her hand moved down between their bodies and found not-so-little Patrick already eager with anticipation. She grinned and touched him some more. He moaned.

In one sneaky move she turned them around so she was on top of him. Then her hands and mouth started to explore him. She watched his face and saw exactly when he finally gave into her ministrations and stopped thinking. With renewed fervor she attacked his most sensitive spots and decided to drive him crazy. His blissful groans told her she was succeeding.

The moment he let go of his painful contemplation and surrendered to her seduction he felt like a huge weight was lifted from his heart. His last halfway conscious thought was that everything would be alright with his fierce lover by his side. After that he just succumbed to the overwhelming arousal she elicited from his body.


Teresa took her time stroking, kissing and licking. He was very responsive and she loved how she could coax reactions from him. During their last act he had been the one in charge and she liked him to take control, but she had to admit that her natural disposition as a leader made her enjoy the power she had over him right now maybe even more. And while she'd known instinctively that he'd needed to be in control earlier, she understood just as clearly that at this moment he would take more reassurance from her showing him her power and determination.

"Please," he finally begged after she'd brought him to the brink several times, never allowing him true release.

"Please what, Patrick?" she asked teasingly.

"Wanna be inside of you, please," he pressed out, barely coherent.

She kissed him and whispered, "That can be arranged, love." Then she lowered herself onto his erection with a moan of her own. She loved the feeling of them being so intimately connected and was determined to prolong the act as much as possible. So she set a steady, slow pace. He tried to go faster several times, but after a glare from her and a sheepish grin from him he relinquished control to her completely again.

The rush of power she felt at his complete surrender turned her on even more. Her face got an almost predatory look and she kissed him possessively. "Mine. You're all mine, Jane," she growled.

"Yes," he groaned in response. "Yours."

Her eyes widened when he bent his head slightly backwards exposing his throat in a way she could easily read as a gesture signaling both his submission and absolute trust. She felt such a wave of warmth and tenderness for him it nearly overwhelmed her and she had to fight back tears.

She traced his jaw line gently with her thumb, the rest of her hand cupping his cheek, her mouth and nose nuzzling his throat. Then she looked up and whispered warmly, "I love you so much, Patrick. And I'm all yours, too."

One of his hands came up to bury itself in her hair that had fallen into her face when she bent down for another intense kiss. He carefully pulled it back behind her ear and stroked her cheek, holding her in place to deepen the kiss at the same time.

Their tongues played with each other, no one making an attempt to gain the upper hand, rather devouring each other instead, trying to connect as intimately there as they were conjoined at a lower part of their bodies.

No words were necessary as they started to move again in complete synch a few minutes later. She was still riding him, but allowed him to meet her with thrusts of his own, enabling an even deeper penetration.

They both moaned into each other's mouths, which had the combined effect of turning them on even more and muffling the sounds they were making – the latter a definite plus as well considering they were currently 'desecrating' the bed in their former boss's guest room (and making a real mess in the process).

They couldn't know that their teammates and host had had a pretty good idea what Lisbon's cheer-up plan for Jane would entail and had acted accordingly: while Patrick and Teresa were experiencing one of the most intense simultaneous orgasms of their lives, Kimball, Wayne, Grace, and Madeleine were sharing a bottle of wine in the room situated furthest away from the two lovebirds, discussing the Red John situation and avoiding talk about the Jisbon-shaped elephant in the room.

Not long after the two exhausted but very sated lovers had succumbed to sleep, the rest of the occupants in the house decided to chance retiring as well. With LaRoche and his hand-picked team watching the house like hawks they were granted a relatively peaceful night, though worry still kept it from being an entirely restful one.


TBC

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