A/N: This chapter is decidedly, unabashedly, M rated, and the world is now a better place for it. Did I say better? I meant sexier.
That was the truth. He really couldn't. Think. When she touched him. Patrick genuinely had no idea how much he had desired her, had never let himself feel before. And now that he had? Well. He'd lost the ability to speak. Which put a significant crimp in his distract-with-banter seduction method. Eh. She was the one doing the seducing, really. Teresa tugged on his shirttail, a silent command for him to remove it completely and he complied, flinging it away, they didn't care where. He lay back down again, and Lisbon pressed her body into his side
He breathed slowly, deeply. One arm was flung over his face, covering his eyes. Lisbon kissed gently along his jawline, both hands inside his pale blue cotton boxer briefs. One was wrapped around the base of his shaft, squeezing, the other delicately exploring his testes, soft, hot fingers enjoying their fullness. God, Jane was in agony. Blissful agony. The best kind.
"Jane."
No response.
"Jane?"
Still as the dead. She bit his earlobe. He shivered. Not dead after all.
"Jane."
His breathing was slow, laboured. Very controlled. Too controlled. This wouldn't do. She loosened her grip, ran her palm up and over the slippery head. He groaned. Couldn't help it.
"Jane?"
"Can't talk. Mentally reciting the lyrics to We Didn't Start the Fire."
"You are a very strange man."
"I've been told this. Billy Joel lists Nixon twice, kinda seems like cheating." He was mumbling, not really aware he'd even spoken.
"I need you to take off your pants", she whispered in his ear.
He raised his hips and she had him completely undressed in no time, her hands returning to the job at, er, hand. His length was nice, Teresa marveled at how it curved up to press against his belly. His thickness was nicer though. She wanted to ride him and tugged his arm away from his face so she could see his eyes, his expression.
Jane stared at the ceiling. Not really though, because he wasn't seeing anything.
"You're pretty, you know," she told him.
"I know."
"Oh good. You're modest too."
She ran her thumb back and forth over the slit at the top, earning herself a generous seeping of fluid. His eyes rolled back and he swallowed thickly.
"At this moment in time, Teresa, I'm whatever you want me to be."
Lisbon had an urge to taste him, put him in her mouth, and she kissed wetly down his stomach.
"If you do that, I won't last," Jane warned her, feeling everything and seeing nothing.
For another time then. Teresa straddled him instead, guiding his hardness inside of her. It suddenly struck her how real this all was. That she was as intimate as somebody can be with another person, and that other person was Patrick Jane. He groaned as she rode him slowly, deeply, hands on his chest. Her body was learning how to accommodate his. He continued to stare off into space.
"Hey. Where are you?", Lisbon asked.
Jane blinked several times, vision returning. He gazed dreamily at Teresa, a loving smile graced his features. His pupils were dilated and his breathing ragged.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, dragging his hands onto his breasts. He played with her nipples.
"A cat? I can make pussy jokes if that's what you want but it seems a bit crass, Lisbon. We are colleagues, after all; it's kind of inappropriate. Did you learn nothing at that FBI mandatory sexual harassment seminar?" He was babbling, really.
"No, you're absolutely right. It's better when you don't speak." Lisbon kissed him, one hand wound through his hair. His tongue explored her mouth.
Jane didn't last long. Hot and wet and oh, the way she moaned as she moved on him, it was all too much, so much, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him as he emptied himself deep inside of her.
They stayed like that for a long time. Arms wrapped around each other, perspiration mingling. Their breathing evened out and Jane began to chuckle. He grinned up her smugly, ran his fingers through her hair.
"If you're about to gloat about your conquest, I will punch you in the nose."
"I know." He continued to beam at her.
"So you're not going to then?"
"Uh. Well. In an unrelated question, are you able to teach me how to set up one of those blog things? I think the world needs to read about... um. I'll probably write about ponies. Maybe meerkats. Definitely not mindblowing sex. Nobody reads that stuff."