Disclaimer: Well, I don't own the Mentalist or any of the characters.

AN: I know it's been forever since this collection has been updated. Sorry bout that. This chapter was interesting to write. First times are always fun to describe, it can be so beautiful and awkward at the same time. Nerve wracking too. I tried to convey all of that in this one, after all who isn't a little nervous about being seen naked and aroused? Yeah, put yourself in Lisbon's shoes...

This chapter is the continuation of chapters 5 and 6. This is the bedroom scene and it's dedicated to UnbreakBroken. I know it's a late continuation, I even had to go back and read the previous chapters to remember what was happening. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. :)

Breath

As soon as the door to her bedroom was shut, Lisbon could feel Jane's mouth against her neck. Soft and slow open mouthed kisses trailed down to her collar bone, eliciting a sigh from her parted lips and a pleasurable jolt from her core. The buzzing in her body reminded her that she'd reached a fiery sweet satisfaction once, just moments ago but it wasn't all that she wanted. He was the reason she'd been so worked up, he was the reason she'd just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life and yet she still wanted more. She wanted him despite knowing that it could be a huge mistake. She didn't care, and when his hands tugged her shirt, she really didn't care. Her arms lifted of their own accord, aiding him as he pulled the piece of cloth upwards and wrapping around his shoulders once the obstacle was on the floor.

What had been a terribly intimate moment in her living room was becoming even more so now that her clothes were disappearing. She'd been clothed while he pleasured her, facing away from him but now there was no turning from his intense gaze. There was no staying fully clothed, she felt completely naked and she wasn't even bare of clothing yet. It wasn't until the pants hit the floor, pushed down by warm hands that she realized she was staring dumbly at him, not even moving. She'd never had that problem before. When it came to sex, she'd never been particularly shy or in this case, unable to join the undressing process.

Jane noticed, he noticed everything and it took her a few seconds to realize his hands were no longer moving against her skin. He'd stopped and he was staring back at her, his eyes soft and filled with concern, his warm breath coming out in puffs against her lips.

"You okay?"

"Yeah..." Lisbon had never been one for intimate gestures but the gentle nudge of his nose against hers made a small smile appear. She was overwhelmed by the change that had just taken place. It happened so quickly. Before she even had time to be embarrassed by the fact that Jane had his hand down her pants just minutes ago pleasuring her with his fingers, she was inviting him to go farther. She didn't know what brought all of this on but she didn't want to analyze it. That would only lead to her backing out and she was the one who invited him into her bedroom, she couldn't just tell him to leave when she wanted him. She wanted him to stay and she could feel the evidence pressing into her lower stomach, proving he wanted to stay too.

With shaking hands, she reached for the buttons on his vest. Their relationship had already become something different, just in the last few months and she knew he felt it. He was making it obvious now as he helped by taking off his jacket and shrugging out of the vest she'd finally worked free. He'd made it obvious when he 'helped her out' in the living room and when he chose not to tease her mercilessly about it. She felt exposed compared to him, she was down to just her underwear and he was still fully covered minus his shoes. She suddenly had the urge to cover herself, arms twitching to do so even though he'd already mapped out her most intimate area. It was different for him to see, and despite the bra and panties still covering her she felt naked under his gaze.

He was watching her, taking in every inch of revealed skin with a smoldering look in his eyes that had her breath hitching in her throat. Her hands reached for the buttons on his shirt, fumbling with the task due to her sudden case of nerves. She hadn't been this nervous when he'd been touching her, fondling her in her living room. It'd been different, she didn't have to feel his stare bearing down on her and now that she did, she was terrified. She didn't know what any of this even meant for them. She was confused and the fifth button, the one she was staring at and working so hard to undo, kept taunting her and being incredibly stubborn.

Warm, gentle hands covered her own, helping her out and making her swallow down the fear she was feeling to look up at him. There was something enthralling about seeing his eyes darkened in arousal, a light flush covering his cheeks and to know that she wasn't the only one affected. She'd been angry and frustrated with him the last two weeks, especially this morning and now her stomach was letting her know she was more nervous and relieved than anything. The painful ache between her legs was gone, but the need for him lingered. The delicious sexual desire was still there, stronger now that she knew what was happening.

Twisting uncomfortably, she tried to alleviate some of the pressure that was already beginning to build as Jane finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off. One orgasm down and another already just below the surface. The coil in her belly was tightening again, ready for more and the slick sensation between her thighs showed no signs of going away. Then again, she wasn't asking it to, she was too busy thinking of how this would go, too busy letting her palms rest on Jane's bare chest. His quick intake of breath left her feeling braver and her fingers lightly brushed over his nipples to please her curious mind.

His body twitched under her seductive touch, muscles contracting and releasing as her hands trailed down his ribcage, her eyes following the movement. She was at a loss for words, she felt like she should say something but her brain wouldn't let her mouth form anything more coherent than a soft sigh. She was in the process of trying to think when his finger lifted her chin, bringing her mouth up to his, lips connecting intimately. Her heart hammered in her chest, slamming as he lightly nipped and sucked at her mouth.

Any and all thoughts fled, feeling his tongue nudging her bottom lip, coaxing her to open up. She did, granting him access as his hands that started on her waist wrapped around to the small of her back only to rest there for a few seconds before slipping down and pushing passed the waistband of her panties. She was startled by the feel of his warm palms melding to her skin, cupping her ass and pulling her further into him.

A whimper sounded from her mouth, muffled by his as he worked the scrap of cloth covering her heat down her hips. As soon as she felt the fabric pass her knees, falling to the floor, and the cool air hit her moistened flesh, she was pressing her legs together and trying to hide. She wasn't sure she was comfortable with this after all, maybe they should stop and just leave it be. This was Jane and although he'd already felt her, knew what to expect she just wasn't positive she wanted him to see her.

Tearing her lips away from his with a resounding smack, she thought of telling him they should wait until tonight. It wasn't that she didn't want to go through with it, no she planned to give him some relief after he'd been so kind and given her some but she wasn't a big fan of the sun, the daylight making everything visible to the naked eye. It took her just seconds to realize pulling away from him gave him the option to stare and he did. His eyes trailed down her stomach as she backed away and settled on the place he'd skillfully uncovered. Her hands itched to cover herself, she didn't know what he liked. She knew that some men preferred women to 'look' a certain way. Just when she was uncomfortable to the point of moving her arms, dead set on hiding her nether regions from his penetrating stare, Jane stepped forward abruptly and grabbed her hands.

A moan escaped when his clothed hips pushed into her bare lower half, his chest aligning with hers as his breath came out in puffs against her ear. Cheek to cheek, his arms slid around to her back, holding her in what she thought was an almost loving hug. Nothing sexual about it.

"You're beautiful, don't hide from me. I'm just appreciating you." The air left her lungs in a soft whoosh. No one had ever said anything like that to her before in this kind of situation and frankly, she found it kind of odd.

Unable to think of something to reply with, she just nodded and shivered when his fingers worked the clasp of her bra free. Feeling his lips on her cheek, she let her own hands drift to explore, settling on his waistband as her bra slid down her arms. She let it carelessly fall to floor with a flick of her wrists and then went back to popping the button on his slacks, sliding the zipper down and biting her lip in ecstasy when he palmed her breast. She knew what his hand would do, she assumed it'd be the same treatment he'd given the twin peaks earlier but the touch felt good all the same.

The feeling in her belly wasn't as intense as it'd been seconds ago, not as nervous even though she now, in every sense of the word, was fully naked. For some reason his words, and his hug had been a reassurance as strange as it seemed. Ignoring the fluttering, she focused on the fire burning in her blood, the need to feel him and with a open mouthed kiss to his chest, she pushed his pants and underwear down in one swift movement. Her cautious fingers, danced around his navel, dipping lower and exploring the soft skin of his lower stomach.

Keeping her face pressed into him, she gently nipped at his collar bone, smirking when he gasped and immediately started pushing her back towards the bed. She was loosening up, becoming brave in her own skin, brave enough to return his sweet caresses. The backs of her legs hit the mattress, and the hands sliding up her arms slowly pushed her back. She took the opportunity to do some appreciating of her own, letting her eyes wander down to the hard length pressing into her hip. Her cheeks flared red, chest expanding with a deep breath as her hand skimmed over him. He let out a soft groan, his eyes slipping shut from the contact only to fly back open when she moved away completely. She found it satisfying in a way to see the panic in his eyes, now he knew how she was feeling but when he saw that she'd simply moved to lie on the bed, he offered her a warm smile.

She didn't like that he stared so much, that he seemed content to just watch her as she rested back against the pillows with her body on display. It unnerved her and made her hate the early morning sun that illuminated her room. What felt like hours of lying there, slightly cold was really only seconds - a minute at the most - and then he was joining her, crawling over her. His body heat felt relaxing, getting rid of the goosebumps that had lined her arms. It was weird to see Jane looming over her in her bed, wearing nothing and knowing what they were about to be doing but still she didn't stop it. She let him lean in, let him brush his nose against hers and kiss her with a tenderness she'd never felt before. He was being soft, barely pressing his lips against hers but she wanted more. The awakening of the lust in her bones had her needing more.

It didn't take much to convince him, a low guttural moan, a shift of her hips, thighs parting to let him settle his weight between them and her tongue poking out to mingle with his. He was gone, she felt his control snap, felt the light perspiration on his skin as she hitched a leg over his hip to bring them closer. Her movements still held a hint of shyness to them but she'd been ready for him for two weeks and he was there now. He was right on top of her, she wouldn't push him away. She might not like his staring or the way it happened so suddenly but she wasn't about to kick him out of her bed.

He was hesitating, physically holding himself back and keeping his straining erection from touching her sex. It took a few seconds for her to figure out why but as soon as she pulled away far enough to look at the way he had his face scrunched in confusion and worry, she knew. He was actually thinking.

"Top drawer, Patrick." Her voice came out shakier than she would've liked but she ignored it and watched him sigh in relief, reaching for her nightstand and fishing out a box of condoms. He'd been afraid they'd made it that far and then neither would have any form of protection. It was kind of sweet, though she was kind of embarrassed by the unopened box. She'd bought it recently, at the time justifying it with an excuse about getting back into the habit of dating and needing them just in case.

He didn't say anything about it being unopened but she saw the way his mouth quirked up on one side, the little smirk telling her that he was filing away the information for later use as he threw the now open box back in the drawer. She watched, mesmerized as he rolled the condom on and couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation. She couldn't believe they were really about to do this, couldn't believe Jane was really in her bed, really moving to rest against her. Her breathing was already labored to the point of nearing hyperventilating, her body ready for the intrusion but he waited. Staring again, this time though his eyes stayed locked onto hers and a sudden jolt of pleasure clenched her insides when his hand abruptly appeared between her legs, caressing the sensitive area and causing a gasp to fall from her lips. The gesture was sweet, him making sure she was still aroused enough but he should've known. She could feel it herself just by moving her legs, as uncomfortable as it was.

She took in a deep breath when she felt him pressing into her, easing his way inside. Her eyes were threatening to close but she wanted to keep them open, she didn't want to break their gaze. He was struggling too, wanting to collapse against her, his arms were shaking and his chest heaving. It'd been awhile for him, she could tell. It'd been awhile for her too and it only made this harder. She knew the way she was constricting around him wasn't helping but her body had a mind of its own, still overwhelmed from her first orgasm and making it seem so easy to fall into the splendor of a second.

The slow torture ended for a few seconds as his hips settled against hers, joined intimately for the first time. Through heavy lidded eyes, she stared back at him and reveled in the feel. It was much better than his fingers, so much better. Shifting to alleviate some of the discomfort, they both groaned and she realized her mistake. Moving too soon wasn't going to be good for either of them. His weight finally came to rest against her, heavy in a sensual way as his hands drifted along her arms, hands linking with hers and pinning them above her head. His breath fanned across her face, his eyes finally closing and when their lips met, he moved.

It was slow, painfully so, causing her body to tense around him. The tightening in her belly intensify with every stroke, every shift of his hips. She'd never had the pleasure of finding out how much easier it was to reach a climax a second time but with him moving inside of her, their bodies meeting with every thrust, chests brushing together as his tongue danced with hers, she quickly decided it wouldn't take long.

He let go of her hands, letting them slide over his arms, down his back and one coming to rest in his hair while his traveled over her sides, brushing against her breasts and taunting her with an almost touch. She whimpered in protest against his mouth, nipping at his lips and catching his wandering hand with one of hers, guiding it over her nipple, making him lightly squeeze the round flesh. He broke away from the kiss, burying his face in her neck to muffle his groan as she held his hand in place. She knew what she'd done, she'd surprised him by her move but she was the type to show where she liked to be touched. To her sex was about the pleasure, the connection between two people and that strengthened by exploration, by showing the other person what you needed.

She almost felt sorry for him when his thrusts faltered, losing the steady pace and becoming slightly eratic. He wasn't used to the pleasurable high anymore, she wanted him to just give in and with an unexpected propel of her hips, she changed the game. Her own release would come soon, she could feel it beginning to rip through her with more intensity than the first if that were even possible. The man would be the death of her, but she wanted him to feel it too. Tugging lightly on his curls, she softly kissed him when he raised his head, just a light brush of mouths. She wasn't brave enough to look him in the eye and say what she wanted so she opted for whispering it in his ear instead.

"I'm close...don't stop for me." A strangled moan fell from Jane's lips, bringing one of her own along with it when he picked up the pace. The coil tightened every time he filled her, and she could feel his body tensing more and more, muscles constricting in attempts to draw out the experience. She held him close, whispering loving words in his ear, keeping him locked in a tight embrace as pleasure rocked them both. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she knew it'd be too much for him the second she felt his mouth open against her shoulder. No sound left his lungs as he strained against her, pushing every inch of himself into her, imprinting their bodies together and coming apart inside of her heat.

She was seconds behind him, his release triggering hers. The feel of him letting go, the feel of him pushing into her one last time before his motions stopped was what did it. He drove her over the edge, a second time in one morning. Two different ways and if she had to pick, she chose this one. It was more intense, making her toes curl, her back arch and her head fall back into the pillows. A wave of ecstasy coating her, pulling her down until she lay boneless beneath him.

Drained, tired, and finally completely satisfied after two weeks of being miserable, Lisbon forced her arms to move, her hand heavily stroking over Jane's back. His ragged breathing was the only sign of life, he was unmoving and making it a little hard for her to breathe but she didn't care. She liked the weight, liked feeling his head resting on her shoulder. It was too soon when he did pull away, but she knew why he was headed for the bathroom.

It gave her a few moment to replay everything in her head. She'd woke, showered, attempted to pleasure herself, been interrupted by Jane, been embarrassed by Jane, been pleasured by a hand that happened to belong to Jane and then they'd had sex. All in a days work she supposed. It was still a little weird for her, but she hoped she got the chance to get used to it. She'd told him not to take her hand, not to follow her up to her room if he was just interested in a one time thing so she was hoping this meant he wanted to do that again.

She didn't want to move, didn't want to go to work anymore and trying to convince her body that she needed to get ready just wasn't working too well. She was content to just lie sprawled on the bed, blankets kicked to the bottom and eyes partially closed. When the mattress dipped a lazy smile toyed with her lips, and when teasing fingers danced down the valley between her breasts, she turned her head to see him smiling. One of his Jane smiles but different, it was open, honest. Her cheeks were already flushed but she knew if they weren't they would be by the way his eyes settled on her chest. She'd wished for it to be dark, she still did. It wasn't so much that she was embarrassed when guys let their eyes roam her body, it was that this was Jane. She never really cared what other men thought.

A thumb stroked the apple of her cheek and still she couldn't bring herself to move. Her body would be sore, muscles that hadn't been worked in awhile just got their work out. Especially the ones south of her navel. It was well worth it.

Jane's weight settled over her again, only his upper body resting against hers as his head found her shoulder again as his arm wrapped around her stomach. She didn't question it, just tangled her legs with his and let one hand stroke through his curls. Her eyes were dangerously heavy, she felt numbed and so close to drifting to sleep. She had to be at work soon, she couldn't risk falling asleep.

"Call in sick."

"I can't." She didn't ask how he knew what she was thinking, she knew better.

"Sure you can." She opened her mouth to protest, though she rather liked the idea. "I'm sure you have plenty of vacation saved up and I don't know about you, but I don't feel like moving from this bed."

"And what would they think with both of us gone?"

"Well they'd assume you were truthfully sick, because you're honest like that and they'd probably think I was either pestering you into letting me play nurse or brooding somewhere." Chuckling beneath him, she shimmied down in the bed, coming face to face with him as she attempted to stay warm. She'd been overheated moments ago, both of them had but their sweat slickened skin had cooled leaving them both searching for something with heat.

The blankets at the bottom of the bed seemed too far for her to reach and she found herself not even trying. She chose to just press herself impossibly closer to Jane, her arms wrapping around him as he rolled to his back, taking her with him. She easily shifted to accomodate the new position, throwing a leg over his and slinging her arm across his chest, letting her fingers trace patterns there. They stayed like that, his hand brushing through her damp hair until a shiver suddenly shook her entire body. Grumbling as he moved, she uncomfortably held on until he finally laid back down, this time bringing the blankets with him. The fabric felt warm against her bare skin but not as warm as Jane. She knew as soon as she stilled in his arms, her eyes closing that she wouldn't be going to work and two minutes later when she called in, she felt guilty enough to tell them that if a new case came up to call her back and she'd come in anyway. She wasn't about to just leave them hanging when she wasn't even sick but the idea of lounging in bed with Jane was too appealing at the moment when all she had waiting for her in her office was paperwork.

"You need a personal day every once in awhile Lisbon."

"I have those, they're called scheduled days off."

"You usually end up working those too. Just relax, rest." There was no point in arguing when he was right and her body was sated to the point of being jello. She was just going to relax and the hand stroking through her hair had her humming in content and letting her eyes stay closed, she was going to rest. Unless of course she was needed at work.

"Mm...two weeks." She knew the words confused him, she was kind of surprised by them as well. He'd asked when he had his hand down her pants, how long she'd been like that, been so sexually aroused. "I'd been like that for two weeks, your fault."

Just to make him understand, she shifted her hips against his thigh to rub sensually against him. He understood then, releasing a sigh and continuing to let his hand play with her dark strands. Warm lips pressed to her forehead as he whispered an apology. She felt too dead to reply, it literally felt as though all the sexual tension she'd been suffering from in those fourteen days had drained every ounce of her energy when she'd finally found relief. That was Jane's fault too. She liked how she could just blame it all on him.

an2: I'm back!! (I feel like I say that a lot lately) Update of To Begin Again should be up tomorrow. My cat and my husband are having a snoring contest....so far, the cat is winning. Speaking of husband, Patrick has the next prompt but I'm not sure what it is. ;D