Red Wild

Epilogue

The lust was killing him.

He'd taken her twice during the night, and still he was pounding into her, unable to resist, slave to the way she made him feel.

They lay on their sides, her back to his chest, her upper leg draped over both of his, her slim hips angled to grant him access. He was so hard, thrusting in and out of her forcefully, making her see stars in the darkness.

He kept his hand pressed on her mouth to stop her from crying out.

He could feel dawn arriving, the interior of their tent getting lighter and lighter by the minute, he knew he had to leave, but he couldn't. He needed this, needed her, pumped faster, deeper, in and out, not relenting, taking her hard, her body shaking against his, she was close, he could feel it, felt her insides clutch his erection, and he helplessly gritted his teeth to keep his sounds of pleasure from emerging.

He buried his face in her neck, sensing her soft whimpers against his hand, he was awash with feeling for her, her alone.

She came in his arms, her walls tightening on his thrusting shaft, and he let go without resistance, spending inside her hot, clenching body like a fiend, fierce jets of white-hot seed filling her completely.

He pulled his hand away when they came down from their high, both trembling, panting, not ready to part. But he had to leave- he just had to.

He turned her on her back, kissing her like a starving man, hungry lips caressing hers roughly, he just couldn't stop.

"I have to go.", he whispered.

She nodded, but he could see her disappointment in the twilight.

He framed her face with his hands, and she shuddered at the desired contact.

"We're going home today.", he murmured, kissing the tip of her nose.

And then he was gone, leaving her bereft and longing, his semen still hot and wet between her thighs.

Yes, they were going home today. What would happen then? Would he feel the same when they entered the confines of civilization, of work? Crime-solving business? Would she even see him during the upcoming weekend, or would he pull back?

She should have booked them into this hotel room without asking. But she'd been afraid to overwhelm him with her possessiveness. Maybe he needed some space for himself first.

Damn, she was insecure. But hell- her last one-night-stand was way in the past. Love? She was painfully inexperienced when it came to this. And yes- she had fallen for him like a goddamn schoolgirl. Hard. And now she would bear the consequences.

Sighing, she sat up and prepared to face the day.

xxMentalistxx

Jane helped her with packing the tent, glancing almost coyly at her.

Her insides constricted, a cold feeling seeping inside- was he regretting what they'd been doing in this tent? She shook her head to push the gloomy thoughts away and admired the movements of his elegant hands instead- so fluid, so sure, not hesitating once. Finally, he handed her the packed tent. She closed her eyes, pressing the package against her chest. She would definitely keep it, no matter what would happen back in Sacramento.

When she opened her eyes, he had moved away, taking care of his own stuff.

The bus that would take them home arrived two hours after their breakfast. Jane hadn't touched her, hadn't smiled at her once, she was pissed and Rigsby was at his most sentimental.

"Ah", he said, wrapping his arm around Lisbon's shoulder, making her flinch," it has been a great trip with you people. I'll save your back anytime- we're family."

She didn't disengage his arm. Hey, he was right. They were family. She glanced at Jane from the corners of her eyes, but he didn't look at her. Suddenly she felt icy cold.

But of course she came to sit next to him on the drive home. He kept his arms folded across his chest, not looking at her, not talking. He was tense. Her hands itched to touch him. But she tried to be reasonable.

xxMentalistxx

Patrick Jane had tried every bio-feedback-trick he knew and still felt so close to a murderous erection he wanted to wince.

He felt the warmth radiating from her body, her creamy, perfect…damn. He tried to brace himself against the effect she was having on him. How the hell should he work next to her on Monday?

It's Friday, he thought. No work for the weekend. Plenty of time to at least try to get his fill. He groaned quietly, full of desperate longing.

xxMentalistxx

Madeleine Hightower awaited them in front of CBI headquarters, glad to see everybody in good health. She hurriedly dismissed the agents, knowing full well they would want to get home now.

"Agent Lisbon!", she called before Lisbon could go after Jane, "can I have a word with you?"

She nodded and turned back around.

"Well", Hightower asked," did you have a successful trip?"

Lisbon knew that she was blushing.

"Yes", she said, her voice showing a calm she didn't feel, "we mastered every task as a team, supporting each other loyally. We learned much about each other. I definitely think the trip has been a success."

"Great", Hightower nodded, "now go home and enjoy the weekend. We'll talk in detail Monday morning. Good job, agent Lisbon. "

Detail, my ass; Teresa Lisbon thought when she turned and searched for Jane.

He wasn't there anymore. The parking lot was deserted, his car gone.

A mixture of anger and betrayal made her shake all over.

Damn him! He had...just gone away? After a week like that?

Okay. If he wanted to treat her like his little holiday fling, fine. She swallowed the lump in her throat without much success and went to her car, kicking at everything that dared to cross her way.

But when she fumbled for her car keys, she found a slip of paper in her pocket. She frowned, unfolded it and read.

And a slow, sweet smile grew on her features.

The note said:

"Tonight, 7 p.m.:

The Warwick , San Francisco

Room 68.

Can't wait- can't bear not to touch you.

I love you, P."

THE END

The ending is not that great, I'm sorry, but I wanted to finish the story before my holiday starts. I know- the hotel scene somehow begs to be written, and maybe I'll do so. But that's another story.

Thank you so much for sticking to this little fic…I'm so happy if you enjoyed it. Did you? Please let me know!

Now I'm waiting for the next strike of Mrs. Inspiration, going on a 8-day-vacation while I'm waiting. I'm back at July 17th- hopefully with a brand new story in tow.