Sorry, I know I dind't warn you, but this is the final chapter- I'm not really content with it, but I simply don't want to drag my stories on and on…but there will be other stories, I'm sure.

Seducing Patrick Jane

Chapter 9

Teresa Lisbon felt crammed. Filled up to the limit. She wrapped her legs around Jane's waist, pushing them higher, opening up to him. He surged even deeper with his next thrust, and she cried out. Damn, it felt good. So good.

She pushed her hips upward, meeting his sure, hard strokes one by one, their bodies slapping against each other with undiminished vigor. Jane groaned into her ear, and the sound vibrated through her veins.

She wanted to get closer, crawl into his skin, and she clutched at his back, wet and sandy, scratching his skin lightly.

Tiny waves lapped at her, flooding onshore up to her shoulders, wetting her hair. The warm water felt soothing on her overheated skin, the soft, wet sand beneath her supporting her like a pillow.

Jane pushed up on his forearms, accelerating his thrusts. So much friction now, he pounded into her, more, more, her senses soaring higher, she threw back her head, whimpering, panting, her body so close to exploding, he seemed to grow even larger inside her, more stretching, more pressure, yes, he hung his head in ecstasy, his golden hair still wet from the ocean.

Her legs clutched him tighter, and he quickened his thrusts even more, slamming in and out, in and out, until she saw stars behind closed lids, and suddenly everything went black before she exploded in a bout of lightning. Her walls convulsed so hard Jane gasped, his thrusts faltering when he felt the climax being wrenched from his guts. He roared with lust and came, is seed was hot, spurting into her in large waves, and she climaxed again, her slick sheath clutching him, demanding more, everything, until his hard orgasm subsided, all of him spent inside her. He panted into her face, eyes still clenched shut against the fierce onslaught of sheer pleasure.

When he could breathe again, he pulled out, smiled at the disapproving little sound she made, and collapsed next to her, immediately gathering her into his arms. He knew she needed the contact, and so did he. Plus, he would do everything in his power to make sure she got exactly what she wanted at every minute she spent in his vicinity- it was the least he could do after behaving like a moron in the days before.

He groaned slightly.

"I still can't believe I didn't notice what you were up to", he muttered, "I've been so stupid."

They had talked the whole night- well, whenever they'd been able to stop touching, kissing, loving each other. Which hadn't been that often. But Jane saw the truth now.

He was silent for a second, musing.

"And I hurt you so much.", he whispered eventually.

"Don't worry", she chuckled, "you made it up to me- several times."

"You practically had to force me", he said, "and that though I 've been hard since the moment I saw you at the bar. Here I was, in pain all the time because of my raging erection, and had no idea that you just wanted me to behave my worst. What a miserable show for Patrick Jane, hmmm?"

Lisbon kissed his neck, smiling when he sighed in contentment. He tasted so good. His skin smooth and soft and utterly delicious.

"You haven't been yourself since you came back", she whispered, "closing cases, yes. But you didn't even see us, Patrick. We were there all the time, waiting for you to be part of the team again. But you just closed your eyes. No wonder that you didn't truly see me when I approached you at the bar. I so much hoped you would- but you only saw guilt and a strange kind of debt you wanted to pay. You never saw what I wanted."

He nodded reluctantly.

"I wanted to pay for what I've done to you, " he murmured, "for the pain I've caused, the trust I've betrayed. I felt so close to you before…Red John died. And then it was all gone in a second. I thought, if I don't pressure you, be the best friend you could dream about, I could retrieve some of it."

"Well", she chuckled, "it wasn't exactly friendship I dreamed about…."

He laughed.

"Damn", he muttered, "and how could that have slipped my notice, hmm?"

He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, so that she straddled his hips.

"I love you, Teresa", he breathed," I have loved you for so long. Please, I beg you- never doubt my feelings again."

"I love you, Patrick", she answered, "I want a future with you. And I'm glad I came here. Even if the whole thing did look like a complete failure sometimes."

His emotions bubbled up inside his throat. Had she just said that she loved him? He pulled her down and kissed her before the tears could spill over.

"You must have felt like a fool when I left you in front of your hut after the party", he said against her lips.

"Oh yes, I did", she whispered, "I was so angry, I could've killed you the moment the shock subsided."

"You almost did", he sighed, "death by sensory overload. I would have gone willingly, you know?"

He grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly, then slid into her to the hilt- his size didn't fail to shock her for a moment… it never did. She gasped.

He started to move slowly, thrusting upwards, building up speed and depth. Lisbon moaned and closed her eyes, finding a rhythm of her own, moving up and down on his rock-hard shaft.

"No way", she rasped before her brain shut down every coherent thought, "we still have two weeks of tropical paradise right before us."

"Oh god", he moaned in mock horror, "woman- you WILL kill me!"

And then they forgot all about words.

The End

Thank you so much for sticking with this story! You've been the world's best readership again! I'll be back soon with something brand new , and I hope you will still be there to read what I concoct then. It's been a pleasure to share my stuff with you!