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A/N: Well guys I'm starting a collection/collaboration of smutty/fluffy/angsty/passionate goodness since my story 'Take Away' is about to end. Patrick is going to do the next one shot in this. I can't believe he roped me into this. Oh well, I have an entire list...LONG LIST...of ideas for sexual related fics. So I thought why not, might as well. I actually enjoy writing this kind of stuff, probably a little too much. Some of these will be one shots and some will be short little multi-parters. I'll label them correctly so you know or Patrick will. If he doesn't I'll hunt him down. ;)

By the way this was originally written for a Mentalist Kink Meme. The prompt was Lisbon/Jane comfort!sex after Lisbon has a particularly rough day and bonus points for doing it in the office.
We all know how I can't resist the pull of comfort sex. So I wrote it.

Finding Comfort

The day was over for the most part; the sun setting beyond the horizon hours ago had left Lisbon alone in her almost pitch black office. She wanted it to be that way, dark and quiet. It gave her time to think of everything that had happened in the past week. Everything that had her shaken and remembering her teenage years as if they'd happened yesterday. The couch in the corner that went unused most of the time was now her domain for the night. She didn't plan on going home.

She'd closed the blinds just in case she got a little too overwhelmed. She didn't want anyone to see her if she got upset. It was bad enough that they'd watched her practically lose it while interrogating the victim's father. She should have let someone else do it but her emotions had clouded her judgment. Those same emotions were now strumming with her control making her want to be alone and with someone at the same time. She didn't want anyone to see her so frazzled and yet she didn't want to face her demons completely alone. At least not on this night. She hated being so conflicted.

The door opened, letting a beam of light into her cave and casting a man's shadow on the far wall. She didn't move from her position of holding her knees to her chest. A weak look for her but she figured he already knew she was fighting with memories.

"Lisbon?" She let her lips tilt upward for a split second as her consultant stepped in her office and quickly closed the door. "You okay?"

"M'fine Jane."

"Let me restate that: I know you're not okay so do you want to talk or just sit?" The cushion next to her dipped under his weight as his hand accidentally brushed her thigh. The touch was foreign from him but welcomed nonetheless. He was warm and she wanted warm. "Obviously you don't want to talk. I do, I'm sorry the case has you so worked up that you feel the need to sit in the complete darkness of your office."

"Jane..." The warning tone didn't go unnoticed by the man sitting next to her but he ignored it and kept going.

"If you don't want to talk about how a drunken man beat his teenage daughter to death then you don't have to."

"Jane, please..." Her voice cracked as a tear cascaded down her cheek. She knew what he was doing, she knew he was only doing it to help her open up but she didn't want to and it was rather hypocritical of him to suggest such a thing. She just wanted him to...she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted from him. It took her a few long minutes to figure it out but once she did her heart skipped a few beats. It didn't help that his pinky finger brushed along her idle hand in slow soft strokes. He was starting a fire low in her core and he didn't even know it.

"Just tell me what you want Lisbon. I know you don't want to be alone but you don't want to talk so what do you want?"

Another tear leaked out followed by a soft sniffling noise but Jane's eyes never left her face. She wanted him to be quiet. She wanted his hand to stop teasing her and actually touch her. She wanted to feel. She wanted comfort with no questions asked. She wanted him. For one night she wanted him to make the world go away. It might have been wrong to want something like that in this situation but she didn't care.

"Lisbon, I don't like seeing you this upset." The soft and soothing tone of his voice had her itching to just scream. Why did he have to sound so sincere? Surely she didn't look that sad did she? Pulling her hand away from his teasing finger, she trailed her own along his arm. Cautiously at first, expecting him to move away as she moved closer. She turned her body to face him but couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. It was bad enough that she could feel his gaze lingering on her, studying her. Her fingers reached his shoulder and kept moving, her eyes following their path up to his neck. The bare skin startled her senses sending them into overdrive as a soft sigh left her lips. He was still watching her, still making her hesitant. She wasn't sure he was willing to give her what she wanted.

Biting back the fear rising in her chest, Lisbon finally lifted her slightly red rimmed eyes to meet his concerned ones. She'd never been one to beg a man, she never had to but this night made her very aware of the fact that he could push her away, reject her act of seeking comfort. His gaze was questioning, not really sure of what she was trying to accomplish and she knew what she was about to do would change things for them.

Moving closer to him, she let her thigh rest against his and waited. When he didn't say anything or jerk away she shifted impossibly closer. Recognition donned his face and part of her was relieved that she didn't have to spell it out for him. It would have been easy to just kiss him, make him fully comprehend what she wanted but she couldn't do that. Even in her state, she couldn't bring herself to put him in that position without having an inkling of an idea how he would react.

"Teresa..."

"Please...Jane, please? Th-this is what I want." This wasn't her, she didn't beg for things especially not this but apparently on this night she did. Soft eyes filled with pity held hers captive as he brushed his thumb across her cheek. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted comfort not pity. She almost backed down, gave up and hid herself away but then Jane leaned forward sealing his lips to hers. A jolt of pleasure shot straight down her spine to settle between her thighs as he coaxed her lips to part. The kiss wasn't quite what she expected, it wasn't fueled by passion or particularly hungry it was just a kiss. Albeit one that left her body humming in anticipation. They stayed like that, mouths brushing and hands pressed to various places and then Lisbon moved. A groan fell from Jane's lips when she straddled him and curled her fingers into his hair. This was better. This was almost what she wanted.

"Teresa, is..."

"Lisbon. I'm Lisbon." First names would turn this into something more than she wanted it to be and despite the way her skin tingled at the way it just rolled off his tongue, she couldn't handle it. The first touch of his fingers against her stomach had her breath hitching in her throat and although he didn't say anything more, she could tell by the caress that he understood.

Foreheads pressed together and breaths mingling, Lisbon found herself enjoying the feel of him hot and hard between her thighs. Even through the layers of fabric separating them she could feel the heat and it only caused the glorious ache coursing through her veins to worsen. She didn't want to wait any longer. She wanted the world, the past, the future to all just leave her alone and she knew a way to achieve that, if only for a short time. Jane seemed to sense her impatience and immediately took the liberty of tugging her shirt over her head.

She was suddenly grateful that it was late and the team had gone. All thoughts faded from her mind when his warm firm hands slid from her ribs around to the clasp of her bra. She hadn't even managed to get the buttons of his vest undone yet and he already had her naked from the waist up. Lips met again, with more hunger as Lisbon finally pushed his vest off his shoulders and set to work on his shirt. A shift in positions left her pressed into the cushions of the couch with her legs wrapped firmly around Jane's waist. She liked the pressure of him against her too much to let go. It kept her mind fuzzy and clouded and that's exactly what she'd wanted.

The pile of clothes on the floor grew with the removal of each barrier keeping them apart. Pants dropped although Lisbon had been reluctant to unwrap her legs from him. The only thing that made her give in was the thought of doing it again when all of the cloth was gone. In those few seconds that Jane had leaned back to unbutton her pants, she'd been bombarded with the pain and frustration from the last few days but as soon as he did the same with his own and then came back to rest atop her, all of it ceased. Clad in only underwear, Jane let his hips settle against hers with a groan that Lisbon matched with one of her own. She wanted him to hurry. The heat flooding her only intensified with each passing second that he kept his erection pressed firmly to the one place she desperately wanted him.

When he didn't move any further or bother to touch her, she stared at him questioningly. Surely he wasn't about to just stop. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, she felt his mouth against her neck and her eyes fluttered closed as his gentle bites continued down to her breasts. The next sensation she felt was his fingers toying with her panties and caressing their way inside. One second, that's all it took, and she was lying bare beneath him. Eyes tightly shut and begging him with her mind to get on with it. All the time he took, the soft touches, it made this harder than it should be.

An audible sigh of relief escaped her lungs when she finally felt him, hard and ready, pushing into her. Finally. He felt good, she whispered something akin to that against his shoulder as he started a steady rhythm. The world, the past, the future even the present all disappeared with each thrust of his hips. The pain she'd been feeling, that ache in her chest, it all lessened. Pleasure coursed through her entire body as he slid against her, it took her a minute to reciprocate the actions but once she did, they were both moaning into the dark. She kept her hands pressed to his back, clutching him tighter with each wave that rocked her nerves. He never faltered, never slowed down but never sped up. He kept the pace steady and strong but gentle at the same time and she matched it without hesitation.

"Teresa."

"Lisbon, not Teresa." Her voice came out strained and hushed but he didn't listen. Her name was whispered gruffly against her cheek before he captured her lips in a heated kiss. She was starting to feel bad for putting him in this position but the way he felt moving inside of her kept her from saying anything. It was too good, it'd been too long and she could feel the coil low in her belly tighten each time he drove into her. The tension built with every push and just by the way he faltered when she hitched her leg around his waist, she knew he wasn't going to last long. It was just comfort sex, it wasn't supposed to last for hours and hours on end. She was just relieved to feel something. Being numbed for days by painful memories had left her afraid she'd lost the ability to feel. Jane brought it back, he was here for her now.

Jane, it was him that was hard and moving between her thighs. It was him. That thought alone had her quivering beneath him as he let one hand tangle in her hair to pull her closer. A sharp burst of pleasure pulsed from her core and shattered her unexpectedly. It left her stunned by the sudden orgasm that took over her body but nonetheless appreciative for the release. She arched her back almost painfully to get closer, to feel more of him. Her cry was muffled by his mouth as spasms shook her, muscles tightening and drawing a ragged groan from Jane.

His movements stalled just as she was coming down from her high, his own body turning rigid before she felt his warmth flood her. He was silent though his breathing was heavy in her ear eliciting a soft sigh from her. The silence continued for several minutes but neither moved. Jane stayed on top of her, inside of her, and Lisbon kept him there with her arms wrapped around him, holding him, gripping him. The full weight of what they'd done settled over them and still they didn't move.

"Thank you." Lisbon had been seeking comfort and that's what she'd found. A lonely tear trailed down her cheek as she pressed her face into his neck and whispered it again with a little more conviction. "Thank you."

He'd given her what she wanted but she had no idea what happened next.

a/n: I'm behind on everything at the moment. My stories, life in general blah blah blah. I'm going to have new chapters of Take Away and To Begin Again up on/by Monday though. Patrick said he'll help if I get stuck. I'm really sorry about the wait. :D