Room 68

Sunday

Rivulets of sweat were cooling on Patrick Jane's feverish skin. The soft breeze kissed his body like a caress, he was hypersensitive now, but the hunger persisted.

He lay on his side, watching the raven-haired beauty next to him. She was so small. You tended to overlook this in a tough-as-nails woman like agent Lisbon, but now, naked in his bed, still hot from the passionate sex, his deep penetration, she looked so vulnerable. He felt the need to protect her and inched closer.

His scent was impregnated into her skin, and she stirred softly, lifting her face to him, spreading her legs. He couldn't resist and put his hand between them, pushing two fingers into her. She arched into his touch, her eyes snapping open, and he gasped when he saw the feelings in their emerald depths.

"I love you, Teresa.", he whispered.

"I love you , Patrick.", she answered while she covered his hand with her sweet, delicious wetness.

He draw a shuddering breath, pushing his fingers deeper, rubbing the swollen little nub that would make her come in an instant, and he relished the powerful contractions he felt around his thrusting fingers when she went over the edge with a scream. He let her ride out the wave, fueling the ecstasy with his merciless stroking, and when he finally pulled back, he licked his hand clean, thoroughly, eyes closed in bliss, and it was so erotic Lisbon started to squirm.

"More?", he asked hoarsely, and instead of answering him she pushed him on his back.

He was hard. It was unbelievable.

"Jane", she growled while she straddled his hips, moaning when she felt his arousal against her most intimate flesh again, "are you sure you're entirely human?"

"You mean my new superhero abilities?", he hissed, already pushing his hips against hers to encourage her to take action, "Don't try to distract from your guilt, woman: that's all your fault. I don't know what you did to give me a permanent hard-on, but it scares the hell out of me."

"Well", she chuckled ,"since you already have this impressive erection, I should use it, don't you think?"

And she sank down on him, taking his huge length inside her tiny body, feeling him stretch her, cleaving into her soft flesh. Jane cried out and bucked against her, and it was a glorious sight, her beautiful consultant beyond control beneath her, just taking what she gave him, writhing with agonizing lust.

"Oh God, yes", he hissed," use me, Lisbon-use me like a toy. Use me to make you come. I'm all yours- take what's yours, please!"

She started to move and gasped when the mind-blowing pleasure took her breath away, piercing every single cell in her body. She pulled up and pushed back down, slowly impaling herself on his massive cock, her tight walls struggling to accommodate him, sucking on him when he slid out of her core, just to fill her again, dilating the soft tissue, his hands grabbed her hips and forced her to go down harder, whimpering under the enormous pressure, he thrust up into her, penetrating so deep she felt him everywhere and came like mad. Her orgasm crashed into her like a solid wall, grabbing her body with a force that made her scream on top of her lungs, she heard him groan with abandon and looked down to see him come, but he refused to give in, his hands clutching her hips, and he pounded into her, harder, harder, still deeper, thrusting against her womb, and she climaxed again, every muscle convulsing, squeezing his shaft like a vise, and he roared like a wild animal. His semen shot into her so hard it felt like a thrust of his cock, he was gritting his teeth against the sensation, his body forming a perfect arch while he came and came, stuffing her with his seed until both of them collapsed, utterly sated, clutching each other, unable to let go.

She lay on his chest, listening to the frantic beating of his heart, and thought how much she would love to stay like this forever. In his arms, filled by him, so close there was no distance left anymore.

"We have to leave here soon, my precious little girl.", he whispered, reading her thoughts.

"I know.", she muttered, defeated, pushing her nose into his chest.

"No matter what happens," he said, stroking her hair, wrapping dark strands of it around his fingers, "I love you. You have to believe me, Teresa. My feelings are pure and honest. I won't let you go."

She looked up at him, but didn't say anything. He sighed, brushing her lips with his, slowly deepening the kiss, claiming her mouth, plundering it with his greedy tongue. Sealing his vow.

"Let's take a bath", she whispered after endless minutes of breathless kissing.

And he nodded, feeling a little bit sad when she got up and left the warmth of his body.

xxMentalistxx

He stepped into the tub first, submerging his aching body into the hot water. He'd never before noticed how much hard work it was to climax- his abdominal muscles were tense from contracting under the onslaught of orgasm, and the soothing heat of the bath felt wonderful to them. He moaned in bliss and opened his arms to his beautiful lover.

Lisbon smiled and entered the tub, sitting down between his spread legs, leaning back against his chest. He sighed. The position was perfect, she was wrapped in his arms, his to touch everywhere. His hands started to roam, kneading her wonderful, soft breasts, stroking the rosy nipples into tight little peaks. One hand wandered lower, trailing her flat stomach, sliding between her legs. He played with her, parting her folds with nimble fingers, touch fluttering against her aching clit, making her squirm in his arms. Her sweet little buttocks pushed back against his manhood, and he felt the tightening there, the rush of blood when his erection swelled anew. He felt every single inch growing hard, ready to do her again, and his fingers pushed inside her, showing her where his cock would be soon. She jerked into his touch, her hands clutching his knees, stroking his thighs, and every touch felt so good he moaned aloud.

Lisbon moved, whimpering when his fingers slid out of her, and urged him to stretch his legs, straddling him, her back still against his chest. She grabbed his painfully engorged manhood and guided it to her opening, yearning to feel him again, just not able to get her fill. Jane cried out, throwing his head back in ecstasy, and moved his hips against hers when she lowered her body, taking his whole length inside her core. He surged into her to the hilt, screaming with delight when he filled her completely, his veins throbbing against her clutching sheath, it felt so good, so right, he needed more, needed more sex, more Teresa Lisbon, he grabbed her hips and slammed in and out of her, water sloshing all around them, spilling over the tub's edge, his thrusting piston rubbing mercilessly against her quivering clit until she saw stars, every move of his hips made the sensation more acute, more unbearable, his cries of pleasure were driving her insane with need, he was loud, wild, focused on the exquisite explosions of lust inside his body, on her reactions to him, his rhythm was hard, relentless, he kept pumping into her in forceful strokes, drilling his cock into her tight core with every frantic thrust, until she came undone all around him, milking him dry with her endless contractions, screaming until she couldn't produce a single sound.

The shoot of his load deep inside her felt wonderful, hot and silky liquid squirting against her clenching flesh, soothing the aching tissue. Finally his desperate cries of release subsided, and he sighed in contentment when his body sagged against the wall of the tub. The bathroom floor was wet from the sloshing water, but both couldn't care less.

They took their breakfast in bed, licking honey and jelly from their bodies, Lisbon's tongue against his hot skin making Jane hard again, yearning for more attention. They kissed frantically before she moved lower to suck him dry, almost making him black out with the force of his orgasm. He rewarded her and licked her into a mind-blowing release, drinking her up like a starving man.

Both slept for some hours, enveloped in each other's arms.

And finally, it was time to go.

Lisbon dressed slowly. Black blouse, short black skirt. Hell, she didn't want to leave. She hated to leave. Every fiber inside her exhausted body longed to be closer to him. To have him again.

She turned and looked at him. He was buttoning his vest, and smiled at her when he caught her gaze.

He was pure perfection. Her hands itched to stroke his golden curls, to wander lower, lower…

She sighed in defeat, turned back to the bed and zipped her bag when she felt his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. She moaned and pushed back against him, welcoming his touch as if she had missed it for years.

His hands slid beneath her skirt, ripping off her panties with a sure tug, spreading her legs to grant him access. He pushed her upper body down so her arms were braced on the mattress, and she heard him open his fly, she was shivering with need, so wet for him her juices started to run down her thighs. Jane grabbed her tiny waist and she felt him enter her, forcing his cock into her tight opening, inch for agonizing inch, dilating her enough to accept his penetration, filling her so completely he became the whole center of her universe. He could go so incredibly deep in this position, and he was so huge…she was crammed, not a single ounce of space left to be filled. He was everywhere, he stuffed her, and she could feel the ripples of his throbbing erection inside her throat. She almost choked when he started to fuck her, surging into her with deep, fast thrusts, he still wasn't soft with her, still couldn't stop himself from doing her hard, aim for the greatest impact. He pounded into her, bending her to allow him to reach her utmost depths, ramming her cervix until she yelled in ecstasy, she was clutching the sheets in her fists while her climax overwhelmed her, broke her, took her apart. She sobbed while her powerful release tore through her, she heard him cry out behind her, felt his thrusts getting more and more frenzied, and then he was pumping his seed into her again, searing her flesh with the delicious liquid, and she pushed back against him to take everything, every single drop.

He was panting, shaking, throat constricting with his flaring emotions. He was awash with love. He wanted to protect her. To tell her she could stay in his arms, forever, never had to leave. But the truth was: he was scared. He had no idea how she would react towards him once they left the confines of the hotel. What if she would hate him for what they had done here? For how he had shattered the tight control she usually had over her life? When they returned to Sacramento, she would realize what they had done. That even their professional relationship would never be the same again. Maybe she would resent him then. He would die. He loved her so much he couldn't live without her.

He pulled out of her and almost whimpered with pain.

Please, Teresa Lisbon, don't break my heart. I can't take it.

He gathered her shaking form in his arms, whispering words of love into her ear. But he couldn't dodge the inevitable.

"Did you come here in your own car?", he asked softly.

"No", she breathed hoarsely," I felt much too nervous to drive. I took a cab."

"Okay", he whispered, grateful for the additional time with her on the way to Sacramento," I take you home, then."

He kissed her cheek and grabbed both their bags, leaving the room without looking back.

xxMentalistxx

They were silent on the way back. Darkness settled over the world as night approached, and Lisbon stared out into the inky mist, void of any fear. He was with her. She was safe for once.

But the closer they got to Sacramento, the more she felt her everyday life pressing down on her. He was Patrick Jane. Her ever annoying consultant. And she could still feel his semen drying on her thighs. She closed her eyes. What had happened? How had her life become such a complicated tangle of feelings? Feelings scared her. Always had.

Jane dreaded the moment they would reach her apartment. Say their goodbyes, not knowing what would happen next. Better to make it fast, maybe. Avoid the awkwardness. He shuddered. Hell, he loved her. He loved her so much, so desperately. Tears were running down his face, and he was glad that it was too dark for her to see them.

He relived every precious moment of the past weekend. Had he done something wrong? Had he hurt her in the throes of his frantic passion? Had he been too commanding- had he taken her too hard? Damn, he sure had. He'd been out of his mind with lust. Every time he had touched her.

When they approached her apartment he reassembled his mask, making his face calm, impassive, void of any emotion. If she resented him now, he would leave with his dignity intact. He wouldn't beg her to make him a part of her life. No matter how much he wanted to.

He parked the car at the corner of her block, needing to walk some steps, to brace himself for whatever would happen next. He took her bag and walked her to her front door. Nobody said a word. He had been inside her apartment only once, when he had hypnotized her to prove her innocence in a murder investigation. She'd never invited him in again.

He turned, planning to smile a polite half-smile at her, but failed. His megawatt smile came on of its own volition, lighting his features with a breathtaking tenderness. Her eyes were shining in the glow of the streetlamps.

He wanted to press a gentleman's chaste kiss to her cheek and simply leave without saying anything stupid, but when his lips touched her skin, his control slipped. He shuddered, unable to stifle a desperate sob, pressing his open mouth against her neck, tasting her, branding the texture of her into his very soul. He knew he was crying, felt his tears wetting her face.

He straightened.

"Thank you, Teresa", he whispered, "for everything."

He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but didn't want to force her into anything, so he just turned and walked away.

Lisbon took her key out and pushed it inside the lock, turning it slowly.

Let him go, she thought, you're so confused right now.

But when she looked up at his retreating back, the feelings were so strong she started to cry immediately. Just like that, she was a hurting mass of tears. It couldn't be wrong. Something like this just couldn't be wrong.

Jane concentrated on walking away from her, trying not to think about the lonely night that awaited him, when he heard her voice, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"Jane?" she cried out. And he felt a blinding smile growing on his tear-streaked face.

"Come inside with me. Stay."

Whoa, sappy ending here- but hey, I just felt like it, and I needed a dose of serious business after this story, a little bit hurt to all the comfort, so to say. I know, the smutty stuff is hard to review. But if you do it anyway, I'll be too happy to wipe the smile off my face for at least a whole day! That's something, hmmm?