Careful, babies- this is rated a FIRM M! It's a total PWP, no plot here, just sex. So know if you like that!

I need to get into the flow of writing again, so sorry if this is not all that good… I hope I'll improve over time. I haven't written much over the last months. Damn, am I glad they're canon now!

I will write some sequels to this one during the hiatus, telling what happens between Jane and Lisbon in the future- everything totally angst-free and super-fluffy. But everything M as hell!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist, and I don't make money from fan fiction.

A Tale of Healing

It took several more hours for Jane to show the first unmistakable signs of strain. Lisbon watched him closely, kept at a distance by Fischer who had started a conversation as soon as she had entered the room, accompanied by Abbott, who was sternly discussing matters with a bunch of TSA officers now.

Lisbon would never have thought that getting out of this mess would be so hard… sure there was a lesson to be learned here: never, ever mess with air security in any way.

They had searched the plane for bombs and weapons already, had searched Jane thoroughly again and again, and still didn't truly believe that he had never meant harm. He was just a man in love.

Lisbon's spine started to tingle with deep, sonorous pleasure. Her lips still burned from his kiss, given hours ago, but she could hardly stop from touching the place where his mouth had been, so soft, so warm she had wanted to weep. Jane was looking at her. His eyes round and tired, dark rings forming beneath them, his cheeks ashen from pain and exhaustion.

She didn't even listen to what Fischer said, heading straight for Abbott without thinking twice.

"Sir," she said urgently, "he needs to go home, please."

Jane perked up slightly from his slumped position on the chair.

"Where's home?" He asked, looking hopefully at her, his eyes wide and innocent.

She loved him so much it hurt, the fiery emotion pulsating through her veins like a dark drug. She wanted to say something romantic, but had had enough public embarrassment today, so she hoped her eyes gave him the message. His soft smile told her it worked just fine.

Despite his obvious tiredness he looked so happy it did all kinds of things to her. He blew her the mere trace of a kiss, his gaze slightly nervous, testing how she would react. He had something so sweet, so pure, so yielding about him that her protective instincts kicked in full force. She faced the TSA officer, a mask of unrelenting stubbornness.

"I'll take him home now," she hissed, "this was nothing but him trying to stop me from leaving, and you damn well know it. He's hurt and hasn't seen a real doctor, and after hours in this da… this interrogation cell he's completely exhausted. That's harassment! I'll take him home NOW, and if you try to stop me, you'll find your face on the cover of every tabloid this area sports by tomorrow morning!"

She stormed off without granting the open-mouthed officer another glance.

"See, why don't we settle for a compromise," she heard Abbott say, "Agent Lisbon takes Mr. Jane to the hotel, and he's not leaving your county until you have finished your investigation. Come on, you know he didn't have anything shady in mind when he stormed that plane!"

Lisbon heard the officer sigh in defeat, but decided to ignore the following exchange, busying herself with getting Jane out of the chair. He was all smiling adoration, and she rewarded him by touching him far more than she normally would, gently rubbing her hand over his stomach and chest while she supported his weight against her side, curling her fingers into his waist. Jane sighed happily under her touch, although he winced when he bumped his injured foot against the chair.

"Careful," she whispered, "I put you to bed at the hotel, and you can sleep as long as you want."

"Will you be there?"

"If you want me there."

He nodded urgently.

"Please, I do. I want you there all the time."

His voice was so gentle, tired, sweet.

She went on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to his stubbly jaw.

"I'll stay with you," she whispered into his ear, "I promise."

She led him outside, the air around them warm and humid, and hollered for a cab. It didn't take long for one to stop in front of them, thank god, for Jane looked paler by the minute. He rested his head on her shoulder while they drove to the hotel.

She sighed in relief when she had finally managed to get him into her bed, every step agony judging from his gray, serious face. He fell asleep almost immediately, while she brushed her fingers through his curls, whispering sweet nothings to him. She gently took his remaining shoe off and covered Jane with one of the plushy blankets she found in the wardrobe, thoroughly tucking him in. He sighed in his sleep, and she pressed a kiss onto the shell of his ear.

It meant an enormous freedom that she was finally able to do so, that caresses weren't off-limits any longer, and she found that it was hard to stop once she started. Her heart clenched in longing to explore, go deeper, but there were things she needed to do now, and Jane needed to sleep.

She called Marcus and had a long, awkward, uncomfortable talk with him. She felt as if she deserved to suffer for what she was doing to him, so she fought to keep her temper down even when he started to make unreasonable accusations in his anger. She let him yell at her and stared at Jane's still form on her bed. Her future. The love of her life. She had lied to herself, pretending she would have been able to leave him. Had he not made a move, she would have felt his absence like a deep, festering wound, destroying her from within. It was good this way, and she found herself smiling while Marcus still ranted in his wrath. What kind of human being was she? She couldn't even feel properly guilty.

Afterwards, she felt dirty and exhausted and went to take a shower. Having finished, she noticed that she hadn't taken fresh clothes into the bathroom… her bathrobe lay on the backrest of the chair next to her bed. Great.

She brooded for a moment before she shrugged in resolve. What the hell. He LOVED her. He would see her naked eventually, so what… she WANTED him to see her, so she wrapped herself in one of the towels and simply went outside. She was almost a little disappointed that he was still firmly asleep, his hand curled adorably under his chin.

Her heart lurched inside her chest. She was free, she was here, with him, and he had told her that he loved her! She touched her fingers to her lips where his kiss still seemed to linger, and she gritted her teeth to keep herself from giggling like a little girl. Happiness burned and scorched and cleansed her into something completely new, and god, she had never, ever felt this way in her life. She hadn't known people could even get this happy.

Needing to sit down for a moment, she lowered herself onto the comfortable cushioned chair that faced the window, ignoring her bathrobe that still lay on the backrest. Her knees wobbled, her eyes were moist from joyful tears. Oh my god, she was in love, and he felt the same for her!

She forced herself to get up and get stuff done. Contemplating the best way of dressing for the occasion, she went for a short, silky nightie in green, with spaghetti straps. Uhm… too bold? She took it off again and chose one that was a little more modest… cream colored, long sleeved, with buttons up the front. Still, it was pretty short, and if he… well, if he got ideas, she certainly wouldn't stop him.

Contemplating calling a doctor, she peeled off the bandage on his foot. The injured area sported an angry red, but she decided to let him sleep for now. He did so soundly, his breath soft and peaceful, so she was unwilling to disturb him. She busied herself with stupid, unimportant filler stuff for a while, nervous as hell.

And then she slipped into bed beside him.

He was still fully dressed, hadn't even shed his jacket, so this should have been a pretty innocent thing… but it wasn't. His body was warm, so deliciously warm, and even in deep slumber he immediately reached for her, wrapping her in his arms as if he wanted to make her a part of himself forever.

"Teresa," he whispered, mumbling, still clearly asleep, "don't leave me."

He pressed his body against hers, the whole length of it, allowing her to feel pretty much every detail of his anatomy. His voice, deep and throaty, caressed her senses, whispering of his longing for her and the pain of almost losing her. She scooted up slightly so that she could press his head against her chest, and he happily pushed his face into her soft, silk-covered breasts. He dug for naked flesh with his nose and mouth while she kissed his hair and forehead, a shower of love and desire washing hotly through her lower body, demanding satisfaction with a fierce voice. She tried to fight it down. She didn't want to overwhelm him too early… what had happened on the plane had spoken volumes about how hard it was for him to confess his feelings, and she didn't want to frighten him away.

But when he finally opened his eyes, his gaze sleepy and warm, she realized that she needn't have worried. His desire for her was a blazing, billowing flame that filled his eyes with fiery blackness, and she felt him swell against her thigh, huge and solid until he was rock hard, his lips trembling slightly from the force of his arousal.

"I have no doubts, Teresa," he whispered, "this is not difficult for me. Not any longer. Not with you."

She half-heartedly tried to give him some space, but he pulled her even closer, rubbing his hard erection on the firm muscle of her thigh.

"It's okay, love," he groaned breathlessly, "it feels good. I want more."

Things needed only seconds to get truly urgent between them, and when he offered her his mouth, she took it greedily, parting his lips with her eager tongue, learning his breathtaking taste with shivering fascination.

And when he pushed his hands beneath her nightshirt, she had already arrived at the conclusion that he just. Wore. Too. Many. Clothes.

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She smelled divine. He sucked her fragrance into his lungs like an addict, feeling goose bumps rise all over his body when she touched him, her fingers wriggling under the hem of his shirt. Her skin was soft and warm, and he marveled at how much of her he could span with a simple grip. She was tiny, just a little handful for him, and he shuddered with longing. He wanted her so bad, it was almost painful.

He was a little surprised that he wasn't more insecure about this… it had taken him forever to admit his feelings to her, but now his hands found his belt and opened it without hesitating, freeing his cock from its much too tight confines. He pushed pants and underwear down, breathing a gasping sigh of relief and desire when his erection made contact with Lisbon's skin.

He was content to just rub against her for a while, letting the fiery tongue of lust wetting his insides while he kissed Lisbon's slender neck, her flesh slightly damp with sweat. Her breath was shallow, panting.

"Don't hyperventilate, love," he whispered, smiling against her skin, "just holler when I do something you don't like."

Her hands tightened on his body, crushing his shirt between her fingers, and he just resumed kissing, letting his hands slide under her short nightshirt. She didn't wear panties, which seemed deliciously out of character, and his heart sang with happiness. She wanted him. She had dressed like this knowing he would be in her bed, had prepared herself to give him easy access. It did uncontrollable things to his self-restraint, and he growled low in his throat like a hungry tiger while his hand slid lower, between the soaked lips of her sex, where he found a haven of heat and slick tightness. His whole body jolted with lust, and his movements became frantic.

"Condoms?" he whispered hoarsely, but she stiffened.

"Please… no."

He stopped and looked at her, his hands stilling between her legs.

"Teresa?"

She bit her lower lip, and it looked so sexy he almost whimpered.

"I'm on the pill," she said softly, "and clean. I… I always used a condom with…"

She stopped the sentence right there, and he shuddered.

"You used a condom with Pike, but you don't want to use one with me?"

She was silent, still searching for the right words while he ruthlessly shoved his pants lower, ignoring the fizzing pain in his ankle. Grabbing her hips he rolled onto his back, making her straddle his middle before he returned his fingers to her sopping core, sliding freely in the wetness… she would receive him without trouble, and the thought alone made him shiver with feverish need.

"You want my seed, I get this," he groaned, "the question is- why didn't you want his?"

Lisbon shook her head.

"I lied to myself… and to him. I was an idiot."

He smiled, brushing his hand over her cheek.

"So was I. I love you."

She inhaled deeply.

"I love you, too."

She leaned down and caught his lips, her mouth warm, soft, tasting like heaven. He used his tongue until both of them were gasping.

"Make a mess, please," she breathed into the kiss.

"My specialty," he whispered back and brought his painfully hard cock to her wet entrance.

She almost became rigid with excitement then, the sublime shiver in her limbs making him shush her softly while he pressed inside, her walls welcoming his cock like a hot glove. He breathed erratically into her mouth, matching her own wild panting, slowly filling her inch for inch.

He noticed her concentration, her eyes firmly shut, tiny beads of sweat forming on her brow.

Grabbing her unceremoniously he brought her slim body beneath him, the pain in his ankle only heightening the strength of sensation. His whole body was burning with the need to claim her, make her his.

He slid out of her, and she sobbed, making his heart constrict with love. Whispering sweet endearments, he spread her legs with his hand, opening her wide for his possession. She bent as gracefully as a dancer, pushing her body closer to him as if she were begging him to ram home.

His pants disturbed him in this position, and he hastily wriggled them off, letting his jacket and shirt follow until he was completely naked, poised between his love's spread legs, wet and ready for him. It was heaven, sheer and blinding.

Lisbon grabbed his flesh, igniting every inch of skin until he glowed from within, and he groaned low and dangerously when he finally slammed in to the hilt, spreading her tiny sheath ruthlessly with his thick, swollen erection. Lisbon cried out, but there was no pain in her voice, only ecstasy and pleasure mixed into a mind-blowing cocktail. It mirrored what he felt himself, her walls oven-hot, slick with arousal, letting him slide to the bottom without resistance. She gave him the massage of his life, though, milking his cock like a silken fist, and he wailed and grunted, the bliss so acute it almost overloaded his senses.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice strangled with emotion, "I love you so much."

He framed her face with his hands and kissed her, pulling his cock from the suction of her body only to push back immediately, filling her completely, drinking her desperate moans from her sweet mouth.

"I love you, Teresa," he growled and pushed up onto his arms.

She lifted her head and looked down to the point where they were joined, and he gave her a little show, fucking her with smooth, shallow thrusts, letting her see that it was him, that he was finally inside her.

"I'll give you what you want, Teresa," he gasped and shoved into her deeply.

She came almost immediately, crying out in painful bliss while her tight sheath convulsed around his cock, and he let go of any restraint, pounding into her so fiercely that the bed shook beneath them. He felt wild, lost inside the sensations, helplessly addicted, desperate. Consciousness seemed an almost abstract concept when liquid pleasure poured down his spine. He allowed the rhythm to flow freely from his hips, fast and hard, going to the utmost depth of her every time he filled her.

Lisbon's sounds of arousal and ecstasy increased the myriad of sensations until he could hardly breathe, and it took every ounce of his self-control to not spill his load immediately when she wrapped her tiny hands around his forearms.

Her touch drove him mad, her kisses, her gentle caresses, her rough grip on his flesh in the throes of her passion. He gritted his teeth to keep from having it end too soon, his hips slamming against hers, shoving his pulsing rod into her tight sheath in almost torturous pleasure.

He closed his eyes and could still see her, every single sense fastened on her. There was nothing else he needed.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Lisbon felt her whole body bounce under his thrusts, his movements strong and fast, powering into her until she saw stars. The friction was enormous, her core blazing white-hot, her breath hardly able to force enough air into her lungs. He was so big, he filled every ounce of her, reducing her world to him, nothing but him, his skin, his smell, his touch. She wanted more, silently begging him not to stop, even when the sheets were roughly rubbing against her back because he was fucking her so hard. More, her body screamed. MORE.

She raised her upper body, supporting it on her elbows, her lips begging him for a kiss. He took the hint although his eyes were closed, slowing his rhythm and capturing her lips, his mouth sweet, soft, hot when he pushed his tongue deeper, tangling it with hers. She loved his touch, his kiss, HIM. Loved being inside his arms, his big hands, these little sucking movements he made when he kissed her. She pushed her legs up against his sides, opening up for him, and he groaned deeply when he sped up, every stroke making the his cock rub against her engorged clit. It felt like dying and being re-born again and again, and Lisbon sobbed with arousal, so acute her fingertips tingled.

Jane growled into her ear, his hips slamming against hers, and she felt her clit screaming under his strokes, the tension coiling in her lower stomach until she could see only black. She let her head fall back and immediately felt Jane's hot lips on her throat. Sinking down onto the mattress, she felt his strong body follow, covering her own, his arms wrapping around her as if he wanted to devour her into his own entity.

Every muscle in her lower body contracted while his cock filled her completely, his thrusts starting to falter when he came, his lungs producing a sound between shock, pain and pleasure, his arms tightening around her to hold her still for the copious spurts of his seed, entering her so forcefully she could feel it. She felt the slick juice wet her thighs and spread her legs even more, wrapping them around his waist, pressing closer. Jane moaned and sobbed at the same time, clutching her so tightly breathing became a problem. She didn't care, she was light-headed anyway, her body coming down from a row of killer orgasms, bone-deep exhaustion setting in.

It was completely dark by now, crystal clear moonlight filtered through the thin curtains. Jane was still, holding her tight, his breath rough and hoarse against her skin.

He rolled to the side, pulling her into his arms immediately, and she rested her cheek against his sweat-slicked chest, listening to the thunder of his rapid heartbeat. It was silent for minute after minute, and she thought he had fallen asleep again when she suddenly heard his voice.

"Sorry," he whispered, "I wanted to do something fancy with my goods, but I got overwhelmed. You feel so good, Teresa."

She sighed in bliss.

"I love you, Patrick."

He kissed her hair, a soft sob caught on his breath, his arms tight around her body. It felt as if he never wanted to let her go, and she very much approved of that.

"I love you," he whispered into her hair, "I love you so, so much."

And she very much approved of that, too.

He fell asleep, and she happily snuggled against his chest. She really wanted to join him, but happiness felt like a little bouncy ball inside her, and she was not the tiniest bit tired all of a sudden. So she watched his beautiful face, pushed her hand into his curls, rubbed her fingers over his soft skin and was happy as hell.

After about ten minutes, she would have really loved a round two. After fifteen minutes, she was so horny her skin seemed to buzz. After twenty minutes, she seriously considered using Jane's hand to get herself off.

That was the moment when she jumped out of bed, racing into the bathroom to cool off, no matter how she would accomplish that.

She masturbated under the shower, which felt like a shame given the fact that the man of her dreams lay perfectly naked and willing in her bed, but she couldn't wake him up, not yet. He'd been through a lot, and deserved to rest properly.

She stood naked in front of the mirror and felt desire bloom again. It felt as if a dam inside her was broken all of a sudden, and now that she openly could desire Jane, she did so at an almost ridiculous level. She wanted him to touch her, touch her more, span her waist with his hands, pull her closer, closer.

She shivered. She already missed him direly, and he was asleep. With a sigh, she lifted her arms, piling her hair up on top of her head, wondering how she would pass the time and deal with the longing.

It was enormous, and she had a hunch it was there to stay.

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Jane woke up from the heaviness inside his groin. He was fully hard again from wild and dirty dreams, and his body demanded satisfaction NOW. Blindly groping for Lisbon, he groaned in dismay when he realized that she wasn't next to him.

He swung his legs out of bed and carefully tested his injured ankle, tentatively putting his weight on it… he was relieved to find it was much better, the pain only a faint reminder of what had happened at the airport. He would have hated to waste these precious first days in love confined to bed… he grinned. Okay, maybe not. But he sure would have hated to be in pain!

The sun went up in front of his window, and for once he couldn't wait for this new, eager to share it with the woman he loved.

Limping slightly, he got up and went searching for her, stopping dead in his tracks when he finally saw her, standing in front of the sink in the bathroom.

She was amazing. Slender and toned, her skin looking so soft his cock jerked in anticipation. He hadn't been this hard in forever, and it started to be uncomfortable. Still, he couldn't stop staring, his eyes following the graceful line of Lisbon's arched back, the elegant flare of her hips and buttocks, her sculpted, muscular legs.

She was his. He wasn't alone and pining any longer, she was his. His heart leaped with pleasure, and it felt as if all kinds of frozen structures inside him broke free, thawing under the heat of his love. Love. He had never really believed that he would arrive at this point again, and he felt grateful and teary when he thought about what lay in front of them now.

He wanted to spoil his woman, surround her with nice things, give her everything she could possibly ask for. But first, he wanted to fuck her, and his hard cock slapping against his stomach reminded him of how much he wanted it.

He approached her carefully, sliding into the room behind her, wrapping his arms around her pale body. She giggled, but as soon as his erection pressed into her back, he felt the tension inside her rise, the air between them crackling with desire. He smoothed his fingers over her flat stomach, sighing in delight when he wandered lower and found her wet for him, creaming into his hand when he pushed himself tighter against her.

"How's your ankle?" she groaned hoarsely.

He turned her in his arms, boldly lifting her onto the tiled table that contained the sink. The height was perfect, and he roughly rubbed his hard-on against her wet folds, making her squirm with want.

"Which ankle?" he breathed, catching her lips to make clear that he didn't wish to talk right now. She tasted like sugar-coated sunshine, her tongue warm and soft and brave, venturing into his mouth immediately, and damn, could this woman kiss. He trembled in her arms, her small fingers sliding over his back and buttocks, trying to pull him closer. He resisted her lure, wanting to take his sweet time with her, enjoying every second. His hand sneaked between her legs and found her clit, throbbing against his fingers, and he smiled when she wailed into his mouth, her whole body as tense as a bowstring.

"Do you want to come, Teresa?"

Her desperate groan was answer enough, and he rubbed the small nub roughly, massaging it between his fingertips until she cried out in orgasm, and he pushed two fingers inside her to feel her contractions, strong muscles grabbing him like a lifeline. He soothed her with gentle kisses, saturating his lips in her amazing taste.

"All good?" He whispered. "Tell me what you want from me, sweet Teresa. I want to give you everything."

"I want you." She said firmly.

Sheer bliss perfused him. It was what he had always longed for: to hear her say that she wanted HIM. No one else, despite everything he had done, despite the failure he was. She purified him in a way he wouldn't have thought possible, and he snuggled into her arms like a lost soul who had been lonely for so long and finally found its place. His lips grazed her silken shoulders.

"Everything, Teresa."

She was so wet her body hardly gave him resistance, but he could still feel how far he stretched her when he pushed his rock-hard cock into her, widening, dilating her, her slick walls flaring under his assault. She was so hot, massaging him like a clutching fist, and he felt as if he couldn't even breathe through the friction. His groan went down to the bottom of his soul.

She whimpered, wrapping her slim legs around his waist, scooting to the very edge of the cool surface she was sitting on, getting closer to take all of him.

He shoved hard, submerging himself in her delicious heat, holding her still when she started to squirm, moaning deeply. He was filling her completely, and he couldn't resist looking down, watching the lips of her sex being stretched around his large rod. She took the hint and leaned back, supporting her torso on her outstretched arms, giving him a better view of what he was doing to her.

He growled and pulled back, watching himself covered in their combined juices, reddened by the tight grip of her walls. It shattered the already narrow rim of his self-control, freeing the horny beast inside him, and he felt the bite of insanity gnawing at his mind. He grabbed her waist and slammed deep, so deep her cry filled the air around them, and he lost it completely. Oblivious to anything but her, he simply melted into her tight heat and adopted a hard, hammering rhythm, her body shaking under his rough thrusts.

"Mine. Mine. Mine." His mind shouted at him, and he cried out softly with every stroke he delivered, leaning his whole weight into them, making sure he caught her clit with the broad base of his cock every time he made impact.

Lisbon's head fell back, exposing her delicious throat, inviting him to claim her. He pressed open-mouthed kisses there, letting her feel the gentle bite of his teeth while his hips battered her with merciless thrusts.

Lisbon came so beautifully he had to look, even though his eyelids were drooping with his own mounting ecstasy. He watched her breath flutter on her lips, mouthing words that couldn't be heard, her eyes closed in almost painful bliss, her groans wild and desperate.

He let go then, allowing his pleasure to flow into something huge and urgent, aiming to gift himself to her in a gush of love and heat. He shuddered and heaved and felt himself burst into her, voluminous spurts of liquid warmth, filling her with his essence. He looked down, saw the thick reams of his seed coating his cock, running over Lisbon's slim thighs, more and more every time he pulled back. He shoved back in, spilling more and more, shivering when she cried his name. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sought his lips, and he felt proud and loved and worthy for the first time in forever. She had asked for this, had demanded to feel him without a barrier between them, just him coming inside her, filling his woman with all he got. His mouth groped for hers, tender love bites that soothed every pain inside him while the last spurts of his semen shot into her.

Both were breathing hard when the peak of orgasmic pleasure ebbed off, and Jane held Lisbon's small form close, rubbing his large hands over her back.

"Mhhhmmmm," she sighed, "Jane, we have to have to get you off your ankle."

He kissed her ear, softly humming his bliss.

"Don't worry, love, I'm fine. I slept and feel fit and relaxed now, and the pain is hardly there anymore. I want to enjoy this time, Teresa. It's like a gift. We're all alone in this amazing hotel, just you and me, so very much in love. Let's go to the beach later, yes? I'll treat you to an amazing dinner in the evening, you'll see. Let me spoil you a bit."

"I don't want dinner. I just want you."

He smiled against her skin, kissing a path down to her shoulders.

"Well, one thing doesn't exclude the other. I'm certainly not going to leave, ever again. You're mine, Teresa."

"Prove it."

She bit her lip provocatively, and he chuckled softly. Lisbon pushed her legs against his sides and shoved her groin forwards, impaling herself some more on his rapidly hardening cock. With all the seed he had spilled it made a wet, squishy sound, and it was so sexy he went as hard as a rock in seconds. Lisbon fucked herself with his erection, stilling his body's movements with her hands, and arousal burned through his veins like wildfire, making him decidedly weak in the knees. She leaned back again, pressing her clit down against his cock with her fingers while she continued to push herself against him in rhythmic movements, taking his erection deep every time she moved forward. Jane growled low in his throat and took control, grabbing her hips to fuck her with hard, pounding thrusts, making her breasts bounce under the force.

She came so hard he could feel it, her sheath contracting around him, and he let go of any restraint he had, allowing his lust to rise and rise freely while he slammed into her.

"I love you, Teresa," he gasped, "I love you, I love you so much, so, so much…"

His release tackled him before he was truly ready for it, and he cried out in delicious agony when he felt it consume him, his balls drawing tight against his body before he started to shoot. He pulled out of her and grabbed his shaft, directing the jets of his seed onto her clit, making her come again by rubbing the tip of his cock against the mess he was making, pushing her into a screaming orgasm. He shoved back inside, right to the hilt, grunting and growling while his juices shot into her, more, more, the sounds of wet sex and the moans of their ecstasy filling every space around them.

When they finally came down, they sank into each other's arms again, and Jane marveled at how happy Lisbon seemed- she had always loved him, and still he had managed to almost lose her because he'd been a total idiot. He would never be so foolish again… Teresa Lisbon was his, forever.

She smiled so brightly he felt his stomach doing several somersaults in pleasure.

"This table is perfect," she said, "it has the ideal height for us! I want one like this for our…"

The smile died on her lips when she suddenly realized that she might be assuming too much, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Jane felt nothing but warmth and love.

"You want to live with me?" he whispered tenderly.

She looked at him.

"You don't want it?"

He gently brushed her disheveled hair back from her face.

"There's nothing I want more. But… I've been all alone for such a long time. I might not be easy to live with."

"You think after all we've been through together, I'll argue about open toilet lids and dried up toothpaste?"

He smiled.

"No… I don't do stuff like that. But, I could feel the need to be alone from time to time. You could feel shut out, and I don't want that."

She shook her head, brushing her fingers through his curls.

"I wouldn't. I would understand, Jane. It's just… I feel ready. Ready for the whole nine yards. I'm not twenty anymore, and I've never been this much in love. I know it sounds strange, because technically we've been a couple for just one day, but… "

"… being apart would hurt so much, even if it's just for a short time." He finished her sentence, nodding solemnly. "I want to live with you, too, Teresa. I don't want to be apart from you, ever again. I love you."

She smiled happily.

"I love you, too."

He gave her a wet, hot kiss with lots of tongue and passion, and when they were both panting with arousal, he pulled out of her, leaving a wet mess everywhere.

Lisbon protested loudly at the loss of intimate contact, but he sealed her lips with another kiss.

"Shower, then room service- okay?"

"And then more sex?" she said, pulling her eyebrows up.

"Of course." He said, helping her off the table.

"In that case, okay."

He chuckled and closed his eyes. He felt truly blessed and couldn't help feeling this way, so new and strange. His empty heart suddenly felt full to bursting, and for once…

He couldn't await his future.

The End

I'll need some time to write more, because I don't have much time at the moment and like the more lazy rhythm of my writing at the moment… but I'll be as fast as I can, I promise! I hope you liked this one, thank you for reading!