Red Desert

A collaborative story by kathiann and lgmtreader

Authors Note: Hey all, this is sadly the last chapter of our little tail. We would like to thank you all for reading and for your kind words Don't forget to check out lgmtreader's alternate POV tale, Red Desert: Lisbon's Edition. Kathiann would like to point out that the chapter that was just uploaded of that fic is her favorite, very well done and very hot.

Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters in the CBS show The Mentalist.

Warning: Rated M for a reason. Pure smut will ensue.

Chapter 8: Welcome to the Motel California

They were barely in the room when Jane pulled Lisbon to him and kissed her ravishingly. His hands were on her hips, her back, her ass and hers were equally erratic as she walked backwards to the bed, kicking their shoes off. She fell back slightly when they got to the bed, her hands on his back, causing him to fall onto her. He pushed her back further on the bed until they were lying fully on it, Jane a pleasant weight on top of her. They continued to kiss frantically, only breaking off to remove shirts.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" Jane asked, looking down at Lisbon beneath him. He was straddling her waist and was struck by the sight. "White and lacy, I always pegged you for a more practical bra."

"Not while I'm off duty," she said, her chest heaving. "Are you going to stare at it all night, or are you going to take it off? I seem to recall you telling me something about that during the movie..." He swallowed and nodded. Sure, he'd already seen her naked, imagined doing this, but it was something entirely different to undress her in real life, to be the one slowly exposing her deliciously smooth skin.

He bent down slowly and pulled her up to meet him, slipping his hands around her back to slip under her bra. He fumbled a little as he unhooked it, sliding the straps down her arms when he finally succeeded and dropping it over the side of the bed onto the floor with their shirts. He leaned her back, marveling at the peaks that her nipples had already formed, before leaning down and kissing her again. He had meant it to be soft and seductive, but when he touched her lips she pulled him down to her, thrusting her hips up into his erection, causing him to groan.

"Do you even know what you do to me?" he growled, kissing down her neck, nipping and sucking randomly when the urge struck. He wanted so much to make this good for her too, but at the same time was having such a hard time holding back. "I don't know how long I can hold out, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, just, just do what you need to," she gasped.

He groaned. He had wanted her to say no, slow it down, but she had just told him to basically take her. Not wanting to wait much longer, he quickly undid the button and zipper on her shorts and slid them off, followed quickly by her panties, white lace like her bra, and threw them onto the floor with the other clothes. Standing quickly, he hurriedly took off his clothes, trying not to focus on Lisbon and the way she was leering at him as he disrobed. As soon as his clothes were off he was on top of her again, reaching down to touch her center, checking to make sure she was ready for him.

He lined his penis up with her opening and hesitated before going on. "Condom?"

"I'm on the pill and clean, you?"

"Yeah." He was overjoyed at the knowledge that he would be able to experience lovemaking with her with no barriers between them. He bent to kiss her once again as he slowly pushed into her, relishing the feel of her hot and wet around him. He started to move slowly, then faster, bringing one of her legs up around his waist to allow himself to get deeper. Moaning as he climbed higher, glad that she had given him permission to go as he needed, glad that he didn't have to hold back. He thrust into her harder, deeper, enjoying that special friction of his sensitively erect penis against her tight yet wet inner walls. Slowly losing all higher cognitive function as he noted dimly that she was thrusting against him in perfect sync, getting closer and closer before he couldn't hold on any longer, letting the pleasure flow through him, shuddering as the spasms overtook his body and he collapsed on top of her.

After he recovered from his climax, he realized she had not had her own orgasm. "Dear Teresa, I think we have some unfinished business... That was not what you wanted, was it?"

"Oh, Patrick, no, that was wonderful, amazing! It's just that I get my favorite stimulation in, uh, other ways," she said, smiling up at him. "And, um, you did give me a rather detailed description of just how well you were going to do that, back in the theater."

His eyes widened in recognition of what she wanted, and he returned her smile. "My dear, I think I can even improve on that description," he said to her in a throaty whisper.

One hand gently commenced caressing her, floating down her body to her thigh, where it paused and began tracing feather-light patterns, edging ever nearer to, but not quite reaching, her sex-dampened center. The other hand supported him as he began kissing his way down her body, stopping at the first breast he found. He nipped and suckled at it until the nipple was standing at attention. He then ghosted his lips over to the other breast, repeating that exquisite act on it. As he did so, his lower fingers finally made the contact both she and he craved. First he gently massaged her outer folds with his fingers, then found her hot nub. He gently thrust first one, then two fingers inside of her while his thumb rubbed the clitoris in oh such a perfect way. Teresa was melting into a puddle from all this attention, soft gasps and moans escaping her on a regular basis, her breathing shallow and uneven.

He continued to push his fingers in and out, and her inner walls started clenching against them. He kept up a steady but slow rhythm, wanting her pleasure to last. She began moving her hips in sync with his fingers thrusting in and out. "Mmm, Patrick," he heard, and knew it was time to try something new. Her nipples now both well taken care of, his lips moved down her body, trailing hot kisses all over her stomach and further down, tickling her ever so slightly and causing her to arch into him, while his other hand made sure that her breasts did not suddenly feel neglected.

Finally, his tongue found its way to her folds, and as promised, he darted it in and around the outside of the folds and over the top, but not inside yet. Lisbon was squirming and moaning. This was so much better than the exquisite torture he'd performed on her earlier. His tongue circled round and round, coming closer then floating away, and finally it found its target, her throbbing clitoris and wet vagina. His tongue took over from the thumb, licking, nipping, kissing, suckling her swollen clitoris. He continued the fingers' movement in and out, and then the tongue and fingers traded places for a bit; the tongue flicked in and out of her opening while the fingers massaged her clitoris.

She was in absolute ecstasy. He sped up and slowed down several times, bringing her to the brink again and again, and tongue and fingers resumed their original positions and actions. Finally she could take it no longer. She snaked her fingers into his hair and pulled his head into her with gentle force. This time he didn't slow down, and her building climax was allowed to reach its peak, cresting with her groaning and sighing out his name. He allowed her to enjoy her orgasm to the full, and then slowly brought her back down. All that was left on the bed was a boneless Lisbon-shaped pile of jelly, or so it seemed. He snuggled up to her and she sighed contentedly.

"You know, Patrick, I think from now on you can have your car break down on the way home from road trips any time you like!"

AN: well, this is it, folks. We hope you've enjoyed this as much as we enjoyed working on it together :)