The Mentalist
Jane x Lisbon
First of all, sorry in advance for all those mistakes you could find. Second language attempt of writing.
She never let him down, and there she was, in front of him showing him once again that, against of what tried hard to convince himself for years, he wasn't better alone as he fervently stated more than once, also he couldn't be the person that let the woman he adored go away with another man -who was the outstanding husband material that she deserved- because the idea of that really happening was more terrifying than accepting he was jealous and afraid and… deeply in love…
After that Abbott managed to release him without many consequences than a two weeks suspension without payment effective from that instant, and from TSA let him know that next time he decided that was a good idea stopping an entire fly for any unjustifiable motive -apparently a love confession wasn't one-, he would be banned to get into an airplane the following three years, and also his aching ankle was reminding him that he should avoid jumping fences of that height: hard impact exercises were more that he would admit he can handle...
"Does it hurts too much?" she asked pointing at his foot with that low, soft and sweet voice she used when she was really worried about him. "Should we go to the Hospital?"
He couldn't put his straight face to hide the fact that how lucky felt to be once again the center of her attention, and felt so good and relieved that he started to worry about if maybe he was dreaming or drugged. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Jane?" he heard her calling him and smiled, thought that if that was a dream he could tell it was a really vivid one, because she was supposed to be in another place, starting a whole new life with other possibilities that were objectively better in every possible way, instead she chose to stay and go with him and to suggest to go to a boring Hospital for his limping...
He stopped and observed on her face how she couldn't fake her consternation about his well-being and couldn't help it but to feel extremely touched by her tenderness, and felt and inopportune impulse to not holding back that rush of repressed feelings demanding coming out to the surface, and considering that he didn't have to anymore, he checked around noticing that nobody cares about them, leaned and kissed her without any warning about he was about to do, and after a few second he was smiling with her clumsy, but still reassuring response.
"I hadn't felt this good in a really long time, I'm fine…" he said, and saw her shy smile understanding the implied hidden message behind his words. He wasn't lying but yet it was true that his ankle wasn't doing any favor. "A Hospital is the last place I would like to go right now, but I could find a use for some tea and a few pillows…"
She took his hand and kissed it on the back in a gesture that almost melted him. He was feeling unused to the sense of her lips and specially with that kind of love affection so freaking sincere, but at the same he was getting familiar with it easily…
"It's been a challenging night, so to speak…" recognized her, like she was revealing a secret, "but we'll be checking your ankle and if in few hours it's too swollen or changed its color, we're going to ask for help and that's without any discussion from your part."
She said determined with that authority she earned at young age because of her circumstances, and that was something he liked a lot. Strong willed women were his type and nodded, adopting a firm military posture, secretly enjoying feeling cared and loved.
"As you say," answered, hoping that wasn't necessary to go anywhere. He just wanted to stay with her in a comfy and private place.
"Well, that would be an interesting alteration on this dynamic…" she responded trying to not laugh with her disbelief, "authoritarianism never worked with you and I'm not that naïve to believe it would change now…"
"It's the truth… I'm going wherever you tell me to go," admitted shameless and being completely honest with her and with himself. It took time, however once being aware of his feelings he was really committed to them. He said to her in the past that she was pretty intense, and he was the same. Couldn't be other way.
They stared at each other and his eyes were trapped by hers. He couldn't look away until a teenager pushed her after he stepped on the lace of his sneaker, breaking the moment.
"We should get a cab, and get out of here…" he proposed. "I still have booked my room and my stuff in the Bluebird… we can go there and talk, take a bath, calling room service, rest… not necessary in that order or all thigs I mentioned… I mean, we can go to another place if you want… or not…"
She giggled because he used to be the eloquent one, but didn't say no to that suggestion and she offered herself to help him to walk, and he seemed like didn't notice how a burden he was to her, but he was conscious, and told her that in wasn't required.
"Jane… the point here is that both of us are aware that you can, but you don't have to anymore, you know…?" expressed with conviction, and without giving him time to process her words she embraced him and put his arm over her shoulders. "Let's go"
She was right. It ended up being easier and less painful to walk with her helping him… and wasn't the first time he appreciated that everything at her side had that effect, sooner than later they were involved in a kind of symbiotic relationship which at some point lost its balance when he started to take more than he was giving.
The ride to the hotel was silent and quiet and it wasn't like he was nervous, but started to feel a little expectant about what would happen with them. He wasn't accustomed to think about the future, considering he lived day to day, however the few times he felt adventurous and thought about it he never visualized it without her. That was the only thing he was sure about.
After they arrived, he went straight to bed wanting to lay over his back even more than he needed tea, and she went to the bathroom.
"Whew! I wanted this so badly!" said out loud wanting her to hear him. She took a few minutes and as soon as he saw her, invited her to rest with him and hugged her tightly once she did.
"I love you," proclaimed suddenly again, knowing she wanted to hear that, she specifically asked for that before. She didn't answer him back but he was completely sure about her corresponding him.
"Jane, am I dreaming?" she came out with and he just could smile. He was wandering about same not long ago. "But for to be one of mines it's was a liiittle over dramatic I think…"
He was aware of that. She didn't like that kind of things, but in his desperation didn't see another option. That needed to be done one way or another.
"That went too far," he answered giving her the point. "Even for me… still I think I would do it again…"
"And couldn't you just tell me how you felt about me before…?" requested to know, "Never mind… I should know by now that you always are going to be how you're…"
Once again, she was right. He told her she was predictable, but she wasn't. He thought the first time D.C. was mentioned that she was mostly bluffing. He needed to explain his side of the story.
"When you started to date Pike, I thought that you were to dispose him as soon as you did with all men you went out these years…" explained while her head was on his chest and started a circuit with the tip of his fingers through the long of her back, making a silent tour. "Caught me entirely off guard when quickly you two had a second date and then a third… didn't think it would last… I believed that when he started to get too close to you, you would have done with him…"
He remembered how awfully surprising was for him when she arrived to the crime scene in a taxi and how developed an instant aversion to the smell of that new soap that wasn't the one she daily used for years. Recognized at that moment that it was an unsettling cold feeling the one which started to expand through his body and at least complicated at the time to label it. Didn't like it at all.
"I was counting with your ability to find small details that you can't ignore and ended up hating," continued, trying to open to her, "but appeared this guy fallen apparently from the sky who I couldn't find anything against, and he was nice person with everyone, smart –not as much as me, of course-, had this future promising career in D.C., mildly good looking and with that this engrossed voice that even I liked him… I would have married him if you wouldn't…"
He heard her laugh and she hit smoothly his ribs. "He was being serious with you and I was shocked that you were into him too. I didn't see that coming, and noticed how we started to spend less time together… that you were having a life outside work that I wasn't involved in and I really believed that you had earned that… I had had taken enough from you and I didn't want to steal that chance too…"
For a brief moment, in fact, he thought he could see her living a life apart from him, not interfering and stepping aside.
"You were just being a coward," she said abruptly, and sounded a little resentful, "there is no way you didn't know how I felt for you… I realized that if you didn't say a word was because you weren't interested and I tried to move on…"
By far that wasn't his reason, yet certainly could see why she would have thought that.
"Then you kept saying over and over again that you wanted me to be happy, cheering my relationship with Marcus…" remembered with notorious pain. "And the only thing I desired to hear from you was exactly the opposite…"
That confirmed what he felt when she stared at him during the previous weeks, like she was asking him to say or do something to stop it.
"I really wanted you to be happy, you deserved a man not broken like me... and I could see that you could have that with him," he explained his passivity. "I wasn't just hiding behind my self-pity or self-deprecation; I was hoping you would have a great life..."
"That's in me to decide," answered strongly. "And already did."
It was inevitable that a warm feeling would come over him as her hand which at first played uncertainly with his hair gradually went south and her touches took on a certain mastery and rhythm. He wanted her badly but he knew her, and acquainted with how she tended to sabotage her promising relationships by finding imperfections that she decided she was unable to tolerate. He found that hilarious, although it wasn't if he was the person in that situation.
"You're getting close to a high-risk zone," announced, smiling and feeling aroused, but trying to fight against it while kissing her.
"And I'm the catholic one…" replied ironically, and stopped her advance, and quickly explained what he meant. He didn't want her to take it wrongly.
"My dear, allow me to maintain my consciously smug status. I have been your friend for years and we are both informed that the poor fellow detective with that parsley between his teeth unknowingly, was the end of any chance with you..." he confessed to her and heard her chuckling. "I fully refuse to give you voluntarily any potential excuse to you stop liking me…"
She stood up and looked at him and he saw she was delighted with him showing his soft side.
"Go to take care of your vanity, I'm appreciating your concern," she said with smirk that vanished quickly and took a few seconds to finish her speech. "There's something I need to do too…"
Didn't have to say anything and he understood just for the affliction of her expression what was that subject she was referring to. He felt sorry for the guy. Truly sorry.
"And, for the record, we both know I wouldn't mind it if were you the one with parsley between the teeth," recognized her turning down his insecurities in seconds and making him almost blush.
He took his time and encountered her awaiting for him with a cup of tea that offered to him as soon as she noticed him.
"Oolong for you, I'm surprised they have it," offered him a very desirable drinking for him.
"Actually I'm not, since I requested it when I made reservations last week," he said after a moment. He was going straight to a complicated topic but he wasn't eluding it, and as how was expected it was obviously still a sensitive matter, she looked away and drank a long shot of her coffee. That was the trigger situation that changed it all.
"What were you thinking with all those shenanigans?" she asked finally, as if an annoying thorn had been removed. "Do you really needed something so far-fetched to make me cheat my boyfriend with you…? Because that was all about, or am I wrong…?"
That was an extremely sharp-minded speculation and concluded that all that time with him probably he transferred some of his gloomy way of appreciation of life to her. She read him in seconds like he was a simple child's book with big letters.
"The cheating part wasn't my favorite segment," admitted finally, he wouldn't offend her intelligence denying what was evident. "And considering that you're not a shady person, that was just a possibility that barely studied, however, indeed I was planning to ask you to not leave Austin… to expose my feelings in a perfectly designed date you couldn't forget..."
"Stop saying that I'm good, I'm not… that just make me feel worse…" solicited her, and he recognized her guilty intonation. "I just dumped my fiancée through two minutes' eleven seconds phone call while I was already in another man's room. I'm not really proud of myself right now…"
Maybe wasn't a good idea to deal with such topic in that moment, it was so far too fresh, and then realized what she just said.
"Your what…?" he was, at least, surprised. "Were you engaged? And when the hell that happened…?"
Things were escalating to a place that weren't supposed. Lately nothing was working as he anticipated. They met like two months and he was being generous, probably was even less time and she said 'yes'.
"For how I think it might have been eight hours or maybe nine..." she revealed trying not to smile, shying away from his gaze, "and you know what...? That was as stupid as bringing me here with the poor excuse of a false threat related to an unsolved case from five years ago...!"
Analyzing her answer, the engagement thing occurred after their discussion, and he accepted that was a fair tie in level of stupidity. He left the cup and shortened the distance between them. They were two grown up adults acting like teenagers and that was embarrassing but also funny in a certain way. So new, so interesting… too refreshing…
"By the way, did you close it…?" questioned worried and he started to smile. She cared for her job that much that she was still interested in the case after all she went through… Leaving the way she did probably gnawed at her conscience… admired that of her.
"I did, and learned two or three things in the odyssey" he let her know. "Made me realize that I couldn't just let you go without at least tell you how I felt about you leaving me…"
She looked at his lips and knew what she wanted, he got rid of her mug on her hand and started to note down in his mind her attributes from the perspective he didn't had the honor to appreciate before.
"Don't stare at me like that," she asked almost begging. "It makes me hold my breath…"
"If you say something like that I could start to become confident about how much you like me…" added him, feeling flattered and playing with her.
"That ambiguity yours made me between a rock and a hard place," she expressed dryly. "But I have this devious taste for hard-to-achieve challenges... and me liking you, has been one of the most demanding dares of my life..."
He went direct to her mouth feeling excited and savoring the coffee taste on her. He didn't appreciate that beverage in particular, but he could get used to it and starting to understand its popularity if he sensed it mixed with her saliva because it could be resulting a little addictive after all. The previous kisses were kind and gentle and having witnesses around, but without those spectators, there was no longer any need to hold back and by the way she responded with the same eagerness as he did, they were in the same alignment.
"I'm grateful with that picky taste yours," whispered to her ear and noticed that made her shiver. His heart started to beat faster with the thought of her turned on just with a hot make out. He needed to think in another thing. Fast.
"Were you really planning on marrying this guy, or do you think you would have just run off like Julia Roberts in 'Runaway Bride...'?" said joking and she asked him to hush, trying to not laugh with that reference and that intrusive thought.
"It's too hard to believe that I could get married just like normal people does?", inquired her, smiling.
"Well, as far as I know you already got cold feet twice," remembered clearly. "Greg Tayback, that poor guy couldn't believe that the Teresa Lisbon appeared again in front of his eyes like a blaze from the past… you, heartbreaker…"
"I was way too young…!" justified like the first time she was asked about that subject, with a high pitch. He was just teasing her, enjoyed that when she started to feel responsible or guilty disclosed information about herself without noticing it.
"Marcus Pike," continued enumerating, "recently dumped by two minutes' phone call…"
"Please, too soon. It bothers me," Lisbon stated.
"Just saying, can you see the patron there…?" questioned to her, getting close to her lips again, "that inevitably makes me think if is it because you are too independent or maybe you never had liked anyone enough to make that kind of commitment…?"
"You suddenly decided in the middle of our kissing session that it was a good idea to psychoanalyze me...?" interrogated like it was highly unlike to do that. "Are you trying to distract me from something…?"
"Oh, please, you know how I feel about pseudo sciences…" he replied automatically. "It's just that I spent plenty of my time thinking about you... and still I'm not sure about so many things…"
"So Patrick Jane doesn't have all the answers?" inquired her, mocking him. It was her turn.
"It's seems like I have to admit that," said with faked humble. "It would so much to ask to not spread that information around…? It could affect the impression others had about my business, and I have an image to maintain…"
She rolled her eyes and kneel down, and he was taken by surprise with that abrupt action. She looked directly at him raising her eyebrow because she knew what he was thinking, and couldn't be blamed since he was sure she did it on purpose, but she checked his ankle instead of doing anything else. Certainly.
"Show me…," asked her, indicating his foot but it sounded like an order, and did it without protest as he promised. He checked it while was in the shower and it hardly troubled him to walk anymore or perhaps the amount of oxytocin secreted just by being with her was doing a good job of making him obviate anything that might distract him from her and what was happening between them. He had read that was actually a possibility.
"It's seems fine to me," diagnosed finally.
He helped her to stand up and she looked for the mug with the remaining coffee and drank it all in a long shot, and he did the same with his tea, which was already getting cold. It was weird that having in account how they felt about each other they were still behaving bashful around, and he was decided to do something about it.
"You know? I might be in some pain after all…" he deliberately lied and indicated that he was on his way to bed, hoping she will follow the path and unsurprisingly she did.
"Are you going to understand someday that you don't have to abuse of my weakness for you to make me do something…?" interrogated him smiling. "Just ask me…"
"You knew it and you chose to come with me…" he disclaimed any responsibility. "You wouldn't do it if you wouldn't feel it. Teresa, you're not corruptible… not by my charm at least…"
"'Corruptible' it's a sort of strong word to describe someone" added her after what he said.
"We both know that I kind of forced to you to trespass the limits of your strict catholic morality mixed with your rigid formation as officer of the law. You had this radical position of what was good or wrong, and was easier for you just to ignore that sometimes bad things are done for extremely good reasons…" expressed confidently of what he was saying. She was one of his favorites subjects of study, and those two years in solitary confinement were awfully long, and never passed a day he didn't remind or analyzed her. At that time, he secretly hoped that one day she would appear in front of him in that island or at least she would gift him a sign of her existence but that never happened, and that became his truly heart-desire: seeing her again. "However, I had this strong belief that you unconsciously wanted that…"
"And what else my unconscious wildly demands after I do deprive so badly to myself to get it…?" interrogated him with expectation of his answer.
"Meaningful sex," stated and observed that she didn't think he would say it.
"And how are you so sure about that…?" she said serious. She was starting to get better with her poker face and he wasn't sure if he was proud or afraid of her to be able to make him doubt. "It's a bold affirmation."
"But it's true," insisted, and made her fall over him on the bed. "You had this conviction that didn't have time to waste and goals to achieve. You worked hard on that and happened that in that job and in your former life, you were surrounded by men mostly and couldn't be less impressed by us, as a whole gender… you knew, smelt and saw too much… working in Homicides didn't help either…
She wasn't awed by his cold reading about her relationship with men neither, and kissed him with no vacillation using her tongue with a mastery he didn't predict and let him breathless. "Bet you didn't have any idea how many times I wanted shush you like I precisely did…"
He didn't say more and did as he was told. It was easier to obey if synapsis in his brain stopped working when she began to unbutton with unsettling slowness the buttons of his shirt and noticed a small but mocking smile in her lips the short time intervals when they weren't using them. He felt amazed with that side of her.
"This is what you get; you made me wait too much longer…" stated her, answering the question he didn't have time to ask. The connection they shared had reached that level.
"I'm sorry," apologized frankly looking at her, genuinely meaning it.
She accepted his mea culpa and cancelled her little harmless revenge, and leaned her forehead against his. That closeness was intoxicating and gratifying.
"I wouldn't had married him at the end," admitted her, replying his question with a noticeable delay. "I guess I might not be normal after all…"
He giggled at that affirmation. She was above normal, of course. Extraordinary.
"Normality is over rated," affirmed convinced. "Always be loyal to yourself like you did until now, and if you're not sure of giving a step like that you must listen your instincts…"
She buried her face on his neck and hugged him tightly.
"The only thing that makes sense to me is this…" she said with firmness, whispering at his ear, "us, Jane…"
He touched her hair and brushed his nose against the contour of her face when she looked at him and kissed her lips with the full intention of seducing her, but as he had already experienced it, the one affected ended up being him, because the sensual movements of her tongue initiated to cloud his judgement and the blood that normally flowed upward began to feel its way downward.
She descended and finished the previous job with the shirt and unbuttoned his pants taking her time battling with the zipper that got stuck, and finally when he felt her warm breath directly on his already exposed skin of his chest his erection emerged after coming out of the state of lasciviousness that had dazed him for a moment, and reacted unbuttoning her pants which she took off with his help, and he took off his own. They were still half naked but she sat on his stiffness and their underwear weren't thick enough to prevent the pleasing sensation that, he had no doubts, wrapped them both. Couldn't restrain groans when she initiated an enjoyable cadence that made him even harder than he thought he could ever get.
"Please, if you don't slow pace…" asked trying to not sound like it was a beg. He didn't want to show her a poor performance precisely their first time. He really believed that first impressions were quite important and have the strong desire of being capable of satisfy her.
"That's okay if you just let it go…" responded her. "I literally lust for that…"
He was already over-stimulated by the sensations he had experienced and those words only made him to finally accept what he intendedly was wanting to do since she sat where she did, and what he was trying to convince himself he shouldn't, not without asking her, not being driven by selfish and primitive impulses, yet he executed the action to procure and support the wild urgency of remove the last pieces of cloth that repressed what was bound to happen from the moment she didn't left to D.C.; she caught him in the act, however allowed what followed next because she didn't say a word and she always had something to say…
.
"Why you look so moody?" asked condescending, while made her return to bed.
"I wouldn't say that's the word," he responded welcoming her. "I would try with 'disappointed'"
"With me?" asked with surprise.
"Of course no, never", he said totally sure. "I had this speculation that I would be a splendid lover for you but I just… passed out…"
It wasn't exactly like that, however he felt like it was.
"You're being tough with yourself, you were tired and had rough night; we both had," she softened his blame. "On the other hand, I loved seeing you like that… and also you deeply slept made me awfully happy... I might be a little fallen for you, you know?"
She made him feel a lot better and grinned to her.
"So, by 'meaningful sex' you meant rude, raw, quick, and half-clothed sex…?" questioned her with a hint of mock.
She was getting unashamed and more comfortable talking those kind of topics and giving more spiked answers that thought were way funny, yet his ego ached a little bit. He wasn't joking with that imaginary injury.
"That's a notably sassy vocabulary for someone who couldn't think about fetishes existence and more than that, talk about them!" exclaimed good-humored, "and as matter a fact I can't tell you what actually is, depends on you, it's essentially connotative and very intimate…"
"Connotative and intimate huh?" repeated apparently to herself, because she didn't say anything else about the subject and he was soughing after information that she could possible reveal. "Do you want to eat…?"
"If I do want to eat…?" inquired, sunken in his disbelief, remarking those words. "What a kind of resource to avoid an answer was that?"
"You said that was something intimate…" she shrugged and smiled. "Shouldn't be kept it that way?"
"This seems pretty intimate to me," objected, convinced.
He kissed her and initiate to touch her where he hadn't had time to stimuli before. Couldn't take out of his mind he didn't do much for her previously and wanted to revert it.
"We should eat, hydrate ourselves… we'll have time for this later," suggested eluding his advances. "Take a bath…"
He couldn't care less, her motives weren't plenty good to be considerate, and his kisses went to her neck, and just was necessary to breath to discover that she was very ticklish, and that distracted her enough to not pay attention to his hand which found a route to going down without being detected, until it was too late brake him.
"Jane…" she grunted, and he liked the sound of his last name with that inflection between astonishment and relish that made him to not stop what he originated with that sudden intrusion of his fingers between her crotch .
"Let me make you feel good, Teresa" solicited he with a hint of formality. "Allow me that honor. Show me…"
She nodded and while kissing her, tried different approaches to learn her reactions to his touches, finding soon the right spot that made her unable to control her moans –that she tried hard to contain- and her legs started to shake without she could fight against those involuntary reactions of her body.
"Stop that inner clash yours… there's no need," suggested smiling. "I would love to see you enjoying this…"
It couldn't be helped. His intention was merely pure at first but in a short time became aware that it would be difficult to fulfill the mission in absence of his own desires, though, that time he felt capable of handle them, yet couldn't restrain the obvious consequences of his physical reaction with that such sensuous moment they were sharing.
"I can feel you," she murmured and he wasn't sure if was about the manual job he was immersed in or if she was talking about his erection. Could be both.
"That is completely my intention," affirmed.
He stopped the recognition mission, as much as he would like to prolong it, his hand started to hurt, and he focused in the place that she with her movements indicated where wanted to be rubbed, and he felt relief when she had a spasm that kept him trapped for a few seconds.
She opened her eyes and he was staring at her, fascinated with her post-sex beauty and that blush on her face unknown to him until a few hours ago and couldn't unseen it. He was worried to recall that image in appropriate times.
"You mention fetishes and I thought loads about something you said… why would you state I had a thing with turtlenecks…?"
"Have you…?" tried to not laugh.
"Turtlenecks, Jane?" she insisted. "Of all the variety of weird things you could tell…"
"A perfectly healthy fetish, by all means…" he added. "Not something I would wore by my own, but still, if is your thing, I'm on it…"
He was mocking her, and winked her.
"Really? You would that for me…?" she responded, and sounded perked by the offer and he didn't expect it.
"Yeah," answered. "I can be your toyboy."
She picked his ribs. She was joking.
"I don't specially like turtlenecks, Jane!", exclaimed giggling. "However… I have to admit I expanded my mind about it…"
He was glad to hear that she had worked on that. That catholic agenda about feeling guilt was all about control, and he wanted her free and happy to try if she wanted it.
"There are some things that are too much, others that are harmless as 'turtlenecks'," reveled, and he was aware that she was doing a big effort opening to him. "The main point is, I can understand and respect it, if is consensual between adults…"
He kissed her not horny and with the urgency of anxiety. He kissed her calmly, conscious of what he was doing and enjoying his good damm luck. She touched his hair and his ears, and that felt like relaxing massage. He wished they could stay like that a long time…
"We had the fetish talk years ago…" remembered he. "Do I have my own room in your memory palace...?"
"You want to know something I'm highly secure you ignore…?" she looked at him, clearly flirting.
"You want to bet?" he responded smiling, tempted.
"I was about to do it for free!" indicated, faking she was mad. "Now you made it profitable just because can't stand someone suggest you don't know about something...! So, as consequence, it's going to be jaw-dropper: not even you could hide your awe."
He was very interested. Worth to try it.
"If you tell me something I don't know, I'm going to answer any question you had wanted to ask me, as improper, personal or indecent it's. Whatever you want, I'm going to be completely honest with you…"
She was smiling mischievously and undecided to believe him.
"No tricks," assured him. "I promise…"
Usually he never gambled wishing to lose without a purpose, but he could handle the uncertainty of those results.
"When we were apart… I attempted to persuade myself that the increasing need of re-reading the letters you wrote me was just because I missed my closest friend…" unmasked a very forgotten time. Never talked about that. "The truth is… I was terrified to admit even to myself that you staying that far away, almost completely uncommunicated and not having even the possibility to know if we were going to be reunited again, I felt like you were there with me the whole time… and when something happened or someone weird appeared I could tell what would you say about it and that made me smile alone, like a crazy person…"
He was moved. She underwent a similar experience as him. When he was being reckless could hear her voice in his mind, or he imagining what she would say about a particular situation. They were undoubted stamped; it was the only explanation. He was nearly to give her what he promised however, she didn't finish yet.
"You said many things through years, and one was that I shouldn't deny to myself the freedom of my human nature…" paraphrased, quoting him. "Then I decided to explore what you mean by that and I did a research and… I might have some preferences as everyone in the world, as you stated; I'm not that special..."
She was careful with that kind of compliments due to his disproportionate amount of ego -her words not his- and boost it and increasing it more if was possible.
"I'm glad to hear that", said.
"That you were right as most of the time…?" inquired wrongly.
"Why do you have to believe the worst of me, woman?", questioned a little offended. "I'm proud of you opening your wings and seeing the world as it is and not as you were taught to. I'm actually pleased… and astonished. I didn't know that you were watching porn… oohh, now I get! how did you described our love making? rude, raw, quick, and half-clothed sex? aren't those search tags?"
"The only reason that you are highlighting that again is because you're discontent with your own performance," responded without playing his game. "Think whatever you decide, but I liked, and I want more: I want it quicker, slower, long lasting, half-clothed, naked, even clothed, Patrick, as much as it may weigh on you, and still with your incapacity to accept it, for me perfect if it's with you..."
He was defeated just like that. She handled his hurting ego with love, and couldn't win against it. Suddenly was already cured and felt dumb for wailing over what already happened.
"Did I already tell you that I love you...?" asked him gushing.
"Yeah, and I think that even the passengers of that plain and flight attendants have now that unnecessary knowledge for them; you made it pretty clear and they will have a funny story to tell, but, actually it makes me feel really good when you say it…", admitted her.
"I can make you feel better, physically as well…" said coquettishly.
"We'll have time for that," she stopped him. "I called Room's Service and they will be here any time… you haven't eaten and I don't want you to force your ankle, so I asked them to feed us."
He wouldn't have asked any different. He didn't want to leave the room. Or bed.
"Please go to wash your hands," asked her blushing, clearly remembering what both were doing until minutes ago and lowering his eyes noticing his emergent bulge. "I'm going to get a little decent to receive our more than deserved food..."
Smiled seeing her, and as he was about to cross the threshold of the bathroom door, when she called him.
"Jane!" she named him and he automatically looked at her. "Remember saying you wanted me to be happy…?"
That was a rhetorical question. Saying that to her was tough because he wished certainly that, but at the same time was heading an inner struggle about what to do: if going with he was rationally thinking or relay in what he was feeling; both were incompatible…
"I'm indeed happy now," declared her, beamy. "You made me happy by not letting me go away from you."
"That makes two of us," stated he sure.
Room's Service called to announce that they'll be there in a minute, he made a sign about he going to the bathroom to wash his hands, and observed again that shy blush on her pale skin after seeing him moving his fingers suggestively. Possibly he will never get tired of those reactions and he was willing to learn each of them, feeling tempted by that more than appealing future at her side…
Sorry if it was too long. I couldn't stop myself
Thank you for your time. Not AI used -obviously-
If there is someone there who would like to read Lisbon's side I would love to try it...