Chapter 13

"He did WHAT? Ohmygod, T! How on Earth did you ever stand it?"

"Well, it wasn't easy, let me tell you. By the time we got to that crime scene, we were on setting number four, there were fingernail marks on the door handle, I had soaked through my pants, and he was loving every minute of it."

"Please tell me y'all rode alone."

"We did. The guys had gone on ahead when Grace got the call, but we were only a few minutes behind."

Angel flopped on her back, causing the float she was on to bob and water to splash her sunglasses as she centered herself. Lisbon remained on her belly, bikini top untied as she sunned.

"So, does the team know?"

"If they ever suspected, they're sure now. Grace laughed until she cried over that one. Apparently Cho and Rigsby had a bet going. Cho won."

"T, honey, didn't I teach you anything? If you're going to do THAT in a public place, you have to be quiet."

Lisbon raised her head and shaded her eyes to peer at Angel. "Can you lay there and honestly tell me that if Patrick was doing that to you, you could keep a stable thought in your head, let alone wonder if you were making noise?"

"Well, I don't know. I don't have a basis for comparison."

"And you won't, either."

"Oh, relax. I've got more than I can handle as it is without adding another hottie to the mix."

"So I see. Nice bruises, by the way."

Angel raised her head to gaze at the black and blue marks along her inner thighs. "Yep. Aren't they some beauties? And I didn't feel a thing!"

"Uh, from where we were, it sure sounded like you were feeling something. Of all the nights to raise a window…"

"Oh, come off it, T. Yours only just now healed." Angel laughed. "Are you still sore?"

"No. All good. Poor Patrick. He felt so bad about that."

"Francois felt worse. He still talks about it. I hope Patrick doesn't hold it against him."

"Are you kidding? He never brought it up again, except to say that I was well-protected if he was ever away." Lisbon laughed. "I can pretty well guarantee you there will be no more escapades in your library, though."

"I still think him banging you up against my bookshelves because he was jealous of Francois is just priceless! Can you imagine if you-know-who were to ever show up?"

"No, I cant, and I don't want to. As crafty as that man is, the reaction I'd have to you-know-who would probably rate me being tied up like something out of that Fifty Shades book." Lisbon trailed off, staring into space thoughtfully. Angel did the same, finally sliding off the float and heading for the steps.

"Margarita?"

"How'd you ever guess?"

"Where did the boys go, anyway?"

"To the farmer's market. Jane wanted lasagna for dinner and they're getting stuff for the sauce. He makes it fresh."

"Oh, sounds great. Do you want to cook here?"

"We always cook here, I don't want to impose."

"Impose, hell. If we don't cook here, we cook at your house. One messy kitchen is as good as another, and I don't care. You're the closest thing I have to a sister and I cant talk to anyone else like I talk to you. Besides, I'm off for a weeker in a couple of days and won't see you for a while."

Lisbon grinned. "OK. Fair enough. But next time we cook at my house."

"Yes. And Francois can bang me in your laundry room, since you don't have a library." Lisbon nearly spit out her margarita. Angel walked over to the sound system, still laughing, and scanned songs on her mp3.

"Trent?"

"Crank it up."

Jane and Francois walked into Angel's house, laden with string bags from the farmer's market, fresh pasta and mozzarella from the Italian grocer, and a huge bottle of Moscato. They set everything on the kitchen counter, barely able to hear themselves over the music, a thumping beat interspersed with what sounded like a leaky valve. Jane reached to turn down the volume, but Francois stopped him.

"Leave it. It's Jelly's favorite song." He spoke up to be heard. Jane shrugged.

"Never heard it before. Who-"

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

Jane looked at Francois, then out the door at the girls, who were seemingly oblivious to their arrival. Both were on loungers, drinks in hand, singing along.

Help me, I broke apart my insides

Help me, I got no soul to sell

Help me, the only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

I want to fuck you like an animal

Jane's eyebrows nearly shot off his head as a wide grin formed. He glanced at Francois, who was also smiling.

I want to feel you from the inside

I want to fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God.

Francois eased the volume down, prompting Angel to look inside. Seeing him, she rose and walked inside and greeted him with a kiss, which he responded to by backing her against the wall and biting her neck playfully. Lisbon followed her friend and greeted Jane in a similar fashion. When the kiss broke, Jane smiled again.

"You taste like tequila."

"Mmm. Better be careful, I'll get you drunk."

He sighed against her head. "I can't think of a nicer way to imbibe." Jane slid his hands down her back and gripped her ass, pulling her closer to him. "You're wet. You and Jelly go for a swim?"

Lisbon shivered. "Yes, and now I'm cold. I better run home and put on a dry suit before we start dinner. Jelly, I-" Lisbon trailed off at the sight of a retreating Jelly, sans bikini bottoms, followed by Francois, bikini bottoms dangling from his hand. Lisbon looked at Jane and burst out laughing.

"I think you have time to change. I'll put this in the fridge. Looks like we may be eating it tomorrow." Jane's voice was heavy with amusement.

"Yep, she was ready for him before he ever walked back in. Come on, walk with me."

"She was, was she? And you?" Jane gently turned Lisbon to face him. "Were you ready for me?" He eased a hand inside her bikini bottoms and trailed his fingers over her folds, finding them slick with want. Lisbon shuddered under his touch.

"I think I was born ready for you. Let's go home, baby."

"You mean you don't want to christen Jelly's kitchen?"

"No, I most certainly do not." Lisbon palmed Jane's erection through his madras plaid shorts. "But we can christen several more places next door."

Jane's breath hitched, and he bent forward, scooping Lisbon off her feet and carrying her out the door, hooking it closed behind him with his foot.

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They barely made it inside the house. The second the door shut behind them, Jane's shorts were around his ankles, Lisbon's bottoms were shoved conveniently off to one side, and he took her standing against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. Lisbon, growled her encouragement in Jane's ear and sank her teeth into the side of his neck, causing him to hiss in pain. He in turn dug his fingers into the cheeks of Lisbon's ass so hard she cried out. Somewhere to Lisbon's left, a shelf toppled off the wall, the ensuing crash completely unnoticed by either party.

Lisbon was close, Jane could tell by the faint whimpers coming from the back of her throat. Here eyes were shut tight, head thrown back now.

"Teresa." Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and dilated. "Look at me." She complied.

"Patrick-" her eyes started to close again.

"No, look at me. I want to watch you."

"So close, oh my Goddddddd." Her eyes widened as the orgasm crashed over her.

Jane grinned at her, momentarily reveling in the spasms of her inner muscles around his cock before surrendering to his own release. Lisbon jerked as she felt it, as she always did. Jane stood still for a few minutes, then eased back from the wall, still holding her in his arms.

"Want a bath, my love?" At her answering nod, he simply stepped out of his shorts, slipped off his sandals, and carried her down the hall rather than making her walk. In the bathroom, he allowed himself to slip out of her and set her on her feet. In a scene reminiscent of the first day they'd made love, Jane's seed poured down Lisbon's pale thighs. She watched it amusedly before looking up at Jane with an impish grin.

"Déjà vu?"

"And how. Damn it, now I want you again."

"You can have me any time, you know that."

"Yes, and it still amazes me. I can't believe that-" He was silenced by Lisbon's fingers on his lips.

"It was meant to be. You'll never convince me otherwise. Now, how about that bath you mentioned?"

"Gladly." Jane bent to start the bathwater, as Lisbon sponged herself with a wet cloth, removing the worst of the mess, humming the song she and Jelly had been listening to at Jelly's house.

"You two sure do have interesting taste in music. What was that you were listening to?"

Lisbon laughed. "It's called 'Closer'. By a band called Nine Inch Nails. It's a favorite."

"Those lyrics are something."

"Not really. I've always thought it was a very in-your-face description of what it feels like to love somebody to the depth of your soul. Think about us. It fits. Sex is a violation, even if it's Heaven on Earth. It fits, we violate each other, we desecrate each other, and I think the penetration goes without even being said. You absolutely broke apart my insides, you had to to get me out of the rut I was in. You did help me get away from myself, and you do every time we make love. You send me into orbit. I've never had anything so good. I love you so much it scares me. You've got me completely turned inside out, and I wouldn't change a damn thing."

"And I love feeling you from the inside." Jane turned off the taps and punctuated his statement by jerking Lisbon flush against him. "I love you, my angel. You were my savior and you are my strength, and it doesn't scare me one bit."

Lisbon's eyes went shimmery with tears, before she raised up on her toes to kiss him. Jane wrapped his arms around her and responded in kind.

By the time either of them remembered the bath, it was ice cold.