A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Also thanks to the reviewer who pointed out my slip up in the last chapter. It's fixed now. This will be the last chapter. It will more than likely be a tame M, but if you don't like that, don't read.

Lisbon opened the door.

Patrick Jane, in all his grey suited gloriousness, stood casually leaning against the door jam with a bag from their favorite Thai restaurant. He couldn't look more like a shiny penny if he tried. The food smelled amazing and Lisbon was hungry, but Jane's smile was delicious and what she really wanted to eat wasn't in the bag.

"Delivery, ma'am?" He drawled.

"Hey. Get in here, you. I missed you."

She pulled him through the door.

Lisbon threw her arms around Jane's neck and attacked his lips with a passion that surprised both of them. He returned her enthusiasm and at the same time put the bag of food on the counter. Oh my goodness she tasted wonderful, and he was losing his appetite for anything but her too. Lisbon pushed him to sit on one of the bar stools at her kitchen counter and her mouth never left his. Quickly she straddled his lap and Jane had a feeling their Pad Thai was going to cool before they ate. He ran his hands up inside the back of her shirt meeting cool smooth skin. She smelled like vanilla and coconut. At the same time, their lips and tongues spoke a timeless language, and Lisbon ran her fingers through his slightly damp but soft curls. Many minutes of this passed and Lisbon found herself moving and grinding against the consultant's lap. Jane dragged his lips away from hers reluctantly.

"Lisbon...Lisbon. Are you sure?... If we keep going, I'm not going to be able to stop." He was breathless, his eyes dilated and his lap burgeoning against her most intimate spaces.

"We've waited too long already," she whispered breathlessly. "I want you."

At that, he picked her up, grabbing her backside while Lisbon wrapped her legs around him, and Jane headed towards the bedroom post haste. They HAD waited too long, and the time to experience this was now.

They fell to Lisbon's bed, a tangle of arms and legs each helping the other divest their clothing. At one point, Jane couldn't seem to free Theresa from her bra and she giggled to which he silenced her with his mouth and when he finally took in the vision of her bare chest, he gasped.

"Theresa. You are sooo beautiful." He dropped a tender kiss to one rosy tipped nipple and then sucked it into his mouth making Theresa gasp and arch her back with pleasure. Her room was dim in the fading light of dusk, and she nearly preened with pleasure to have Patrick Jane suckling at her breasts. She pulled his head even closer and reached for the button of his pants.

Soon they were naked, and as Jane moved a hand to her tender center plying her folds with one and then two fingers, Theresa whispered, "I love you, Patrick."

"And I you." And in the next moment, she spread her legs open, he thrust, and two became one. She moaned and he groaned with ecstasy and sensation, and it was a moment neither would soon forget. Patrick filled places inside her she hadn't even known were empty, and for both Patrick and Theresa, it was like coming home; they were meant to be. They began to move in unison, and their rhythm got a little frantic but quickly moved to a crescendo. Lisbon cried out Patrick's name and the pressure and friction of their union helped her reach her climax right before he did. It was beautiful, and as they both came down from their high, Patrick rolled to the side closing his eyes in sated bliss. He had known that when he finally made love to Theresa that it would be special, but even he was unprepared for the intensity of the feelings he had just experienced. He rose up on one elbow and looked down at her. She blissfully lay with her eyes closed as well. He drew a finger gently across her top lip making her shiver and smile. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"That was amazing…" she whispered smiling. He continued to trace light patterns on her face with one finger.

"Yes, it was." He whispered back and kissed her ever so lightly on the lips.

"I want to stay right here forever," she said.

Plumping his pillows to recline and pulling his new lover into the crook of his arm and shoulder, Patrick smiled and put his lips to her hair.

"Me, too, my darling. Me, too."

They lay in silence for a while enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking, twining and untwining their fingers. It truly was blissful. No words needed to be said and both were happy to rest and occasionally touch or tickle one another very lightly.

Finally, she drew a finger down his chest and said in her best stern cop teasing voice, "Now, Mr. Jane, I thought you had brought me some take-out?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I haven't seen it yet, so I think you should be punished for not providing sustenance."

"Oh you do, do you?

"Well, not before I have you again as an appetizer. He rolled toward her running a hand down her hip.

"We can eat our takeout later, my love, all in good time."