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TITLE: Right Kind Of Wrong Prt1
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Mentalist
SHIP: Van Pelt (Grace) / Rigsby (Wayne)
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Two
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 2. Storms can be good and not all relapses are bad…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Mentalist. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
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Grace Van Pelt sighed softly and shifted her legs slowly, idly against the tangle of sheets around them that wasn’t quite covering all of her ass. A gentle breeze cooled her skin and helped dry the sweat on it. The air smelled fresh and clean and she could still hear rain splattering against the window. She could also hear him pour himself a glass of water in the bathroom, he’d offered her one as well, but she’d declined. She was lying on her stomach, eyes closed with her cheek resting on her forearm half hidden by the wildly tussled, sweat-damp mass of her dark, red hair. He wasn’t in the bed anymore, but she could still feel the echo of him inside her, could still taste him on her lips and feel his skin against hers. She had missed him. A smile tugged at her lips as the bed shifted and a moment later a strong, sure hand slowly slid up along her back. Her spine twitched in response and she could feel welcoming heat radiate off him as he pressed his body against her side. “The worst of the storm has passed.” He noted quietly before his hand brushed aside some of her hair and she moaned softly as his lips made a warm oval blossom between her shoulder blades followed by the gentle scrape of his teeth and then the wet swirl of his tongue.
His lips moved higher, his breath heating and tickling the skin of her neck and then her cheek. “What now?” he enquired softly, his fingers gently clearing the hair from her face. ”I don’t know.” She replied honestly, she hadn’t planned this. She shifted onto her side and his arm replaced hers as a pillow as he spooned against her back. She could feel more than heat now, there was hardness too as his throbbing manhood nestle in the crack of her ass. She took his free hand and drew his arm around her to mold it to her breast. He squeezed her globe, fondling it lightly and rhythmically, making her breath shudder as firefly sparks pulsed into her chest as the stiff nub of her nipple rubbed against the palm of his hand. “What do you think? What does this mean?” she asked, her eyes fluttering closed as they started to undulate against each other and his hand at her breast moved faster and with more strength. “I can’t think when I’m with you, not like this, Grace.” He replied before his teeth nipped lightly at the side of her neck and he kissed her pulse point as it started to speed-up.
This was bad, but it felt oh so good. She couldn’t let it happen again. She shouldn’t have let it happen the first time, but her hand reached back and around them and she grabbed his ass to pull him even tighter against her. “Wayne.” She whined his name, not sure if doing so was meant to get him to give her a better answer or for him to keep doing what he was doing and more or to stop. ”I think I’ve really missed you and that we, this thing between us isn’t over. We both let this happen, we both want it to happen again. If not, Grace, you need to tell me to stop now, because I won’t otherwise. Right or wrong, I love you and I believe you love me. You’re amazing, and beautiful and I want you, you can feel that, but as to what this means… You made a choice. If it’s still valid then… And, if all I can get is this and tonight, God help me, I’ll take it and as much as I can get.” He made his position abundantly clear, his voice deep and low, hushed, serious and honest.
Grace sucked in a deep breath to present her own case, but the words weren’t there. She had picked her career, their careers over him and she still wanted everything that entailed, but to be so vividly reminded of what she had sacrificed made her wonder. The fact that her body was once again humming with arousal she had thought well-sated mere minutes ago did not help. Her head, heart and body were at an impasse, each making an eloquent bid for supremacy as the right choice. His lips were once again on her skin and after firmly squeezing her breast, he let his hand slide lower. His hand trailed down along her skin making her flat stomach quiver under his touch. His fingers kept heading lower, scraping through the close-cropped triangle of her pubes and she moaned when his fingertip brushed across her exposed clit and then through her moist, swollen folds. He gripped the inside of her thigh and lifted and pulled it over his to open her to him as his hard, throbbing dick slid down along her ass crack and then free between her legs, just touching her folds.
How had they gotten here? How had she let this happen? She could almost blame it on an act of God although she was pretty sure she’d used His name in vain more than enough for one night. “How did I let this happen?” the question echoed in her mind and a snide little laugh followed it. She hadn’t let it happen, she’d made it happen because she had wanted it.
The rain that was still falling outside was nothing compared to the sudden storm that had thundered down on them as they had been heading back to CBI headquarters after following up on a lead that took them well out of town. Like the ride out, the ride back was silent and filled with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. She wasn’t sure if Lisbon was punishing her or trying to make sure if they could still work as a team. Neither reason mattered to the awkwardness between them. She wanted to act normally, to have that same comfortable friendship that had blossomed into romance, but small talk just didn’t seem right, especially not the way she occasionally caught him looking at her. She’d been looking out at the gathering clouds and her reflection when the rain started. The first few fat drops had been almost benign, but within minutes that patter of rain became a hiss of water on glass and steel that was nothing but malevolent and they could barely see anything. He slowed and she flicked on the radio and they caught a news bulletin that informed them that were caught in a cloudburst.
They carried on with him driving slowly and carefully with wind and rain buffeting the SUV as the storm got worse. “Maybe we should pull over?” she suggested. “I would, but I can’t see anywhere to do so safely, I can hardly see the road, much less the shoulder.” He countered. She was about to argue when they saw a blur of red and blue lights through the sheet of falling rain. As, they drew closer, they saw the state trooper that accompanied the car atop which the lights were mounted. The cruiser was parked across the ribbon of asphalt and made an effective roadblock. The cop waved them to a stop and Wayne dropped the window letting in a gust of wind driven droplets. They had to shield their eyes from the bright light of the trooper’s flashlight as he greeted them. They identified themselves as CBI agents and flashed their badges and he grunted non-commitally, unimpressed. She couldn’t blame him, despite his rain-slicker, he appeared to be soaked and water dripped from the brim of his hat in a steady stream.
“Doesn’t much matter who you all are, no offence, but the bridge up yonder’s flooded and it’s the only way over to the other side of the river. No one’s crossin’ until the storm stops and the river has the chance to subside.” He informed them, his eyes roaming over her and making her start to feel uncomfortable until Wayne sat forward and blocked his view. “If you turn back, you’ll find a turnoff and if you follow that for a few more miles you’ll find a motel. I’ve had to send a couple of people back already, but you should be able to get a room their to ride out the storm.” He suggested and she felt Wayne tense at the innuendo he put into the last part of his suggestion. “Thank you Officer… Officer Swanson. I’ll be sure to let your superiors know just what a good job you’re doing.” Wayne told the officer, leaning close to the other man to read his nametag before he closed his window, barely veiling the threat in his tone. “What an asshole.” He commented under his breath as he turned their vehicle around. “But, could that lascivious bastard have planted the first seed of an idea?” she wondered.
They managed to find the motel and Rigsby had braved the storm for the short trip to the office to find out if there were rooms available. He was soaked when he returned to report that there was only one room left and he’d taken it. With, the small motel filled to capacity, there wasn’t any parking near their room. It was his vehicle and he fished a bag out of the back before he showed her through the rain-shrouded windscreen where their room was. He had brought back an umbrella from the manager’s office and offered it to her, but almost as soon as they had exited the SUV for the sprint to the room, the wind caught it and it made more sense just to dash and not try to right it. They reached the door breathless and soaked to the skin and she had started to shiver, she really hadn’t dressed for inclement weather.
He opened the door and ushered her inside and had to struggle to get the door closed against the tempest that raged outside. He leaned his back against the door when he succeeded and she saw his eyes go wide. “I must look like a drowned rat.” She thought in response to his reaction, but before she could say anything, he bustled past her and grabbed a comforter off the bed and wrapped it around her. “There’s…” he started, but stopped and cleared his throat, his eyes skittering away from hers and making her frown. “The manager said that there should be fresh towels and robes in the bathroom. You… You should get out of those wet clothes… Err.. I mean get dry before you catch cold.” He suggested, ducking his head and scratching the nape of his neck as if nervous or embarrassed.
Her frown deepened at his continued odd behavior, but he was right, she was too cold and wet to argue. “What about you?” she asked realizing that he was as soaked as she was. “I’ll be okay until you’re done. You go on ahead.” He responded, his eyes remaining averted from her, his body half-turned away as well. “Geez, how bad do I look?” she wondered as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. “Errrr… One more thing, Grace… The hot water doesn’t work, that’s why it’s the last room they have.” He informed her through the door. “Just great.” She muttered under her breath in response to the news. She really could have used a hot shower to warm up. She dropped the comforter and reached for a towel when it was her turn to go wide-eyed. Her white blouse and the silk camisole underneath had pretty much been turned transparent by the rain which also plastered it to her like a second skin. Her breasts were clearly on display and the cold had brought her dark nipples to full attention, the stiff pebbles creating skyward pointing peaks in the material. Her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment. It wasn’t like it was something he hadn’t seen before, but it had been her decision that meant he would not see her like that again.
His strange behavior was suddenly not so strange. He was being a gentleman, he was just being Wayne, the Wayne Rigsby she’d fallen in love with, who she’d shared her bed and body with. Grace sighed and the sigh almost became a moan as heat and cold warred along her skin as memories of their time together flashed across her mind. They had been so good together and she felt a pulse of heat at her core. She took a deep breath and let it out slow to banish the lascivious thoughts that were starting to chase each other around in her head, before stripping off her sodden clothes and briskly rubbing herself dry. She hung up her clothes with the hopes of them drying and looking around, came up short on finding the promised robe. “Par for the course.” She sighed and wrapped a towel around her and then the comforter before exiting the bathroom.
Barefoot and on carpet, he didn’t hear her and it was again her turn for her eyes to widen with her hand on the bathroom doorknob. He was half-turned away from her and for the most part he was completely naked as he stepped into a pair of sweat pants he must have gotten from his bag. But, it wasn’t his nudity that shocked her, but the fact that he was hard and she could clearly see his thick, curved length. “Did seeing me do that?” she wondered as she quietly back tracked and slipped back into the bathroom and pressed her back against the solid wooden door. The tension in her body and the prickling along her skin climbed a notch as the image of his hard muscles body replayed itself behind her eyelids and she was shocked as a wet little trickle made her rub the insides of her thighs together. It had been months since she’d broken it off with him and for nearly six months before that they’d been lovers regular, literally almost every chance they could. At first, she thought it was just the newness of their physical relationship that fueled their hungry desire for each other and it would wane, but the more they did it, they more they seemed to want to. She wasn’t a prude or anything, but she knew that she was fairly inhibited when it came to sex, but that all changed with him. She had trusted him and they’d done things she didn’t think she would or even could do and they had not been all his idea either.
Her eyes squeezed shut and a different even more unwelcome wetness leaked from her, this time from the corners of her eyes. She dashed away the tears and took a deep, shuddering breath. It had been her decision to throw all that away and now she had to live with it. Wet and bedraggled as she was, she still washed her face and then checked herself in the mirror to make sure she didn’t look like she had been crying and then making sure that the towel was firmly secure she exited the bathroom making more noise that she needed to. “Bathroom’s all yours, but there are no robes.” She informed him.” Guess the last occupant took them or housekeeping didn’t stock this room because it needed repairs.” He theorized before producing the top that matched his sweat pants and offered it to her. “I’ve got a t-shirt, too. I know how you liked to sleep…” he continued and then suddenly stopped and looked away from her. Even angled away from her, she could still see the bulge in the front of his sweats. “Was he, like I did, remembering what we had done before getting to sleep?” she wondered and then she was too.
Grace worried at her lower lip for a moment. There was only one bed and knowing his chivalrous nature, he would most probably offer it to her and take the sofa, but the thing that pretended to be a sofa in their room would hardly be big enough for her, let alone his tall, broad frame. She’d made a decision, he’d accepted it, but had they really had closure? Couldn’t they just… One last time?” she rationalized. It was thin, very thin, but her body had started to throb with need and little ghosts of heat flickered along her skin. She didn’t just want sex, she wanted him, but could she deal with the consequences and if not would it matter? Things were already so messed up and awkward between them. He was still holding out the top to her, not looking at her and the silence was becoming strained, the tension almost hostile in it’s stand-offishness. She licked her lips and then made a decision. She undid the towel and let it fall to the floor and on silent feet padded over to him. She ignored the proffered top and reached across him placing one hand on his far shoulder and the other on his face as she turned him toward her. She saw his eyes widen when he realized she was naked, but they widened even further as the rest of him froze when she pulled his head to hers and kissed him.
His body was rigid with shock, but remained malleable as she finished turning him to face her and pressed against him as she kissed him harder. She felt his dick lurch and tap against her belly, the stretchy material of the sweatpants not quite able to restrain his rapid return to full erection. He made a soft groan that vibrated his lips against hers and then his strong arms curled around her and his head tilted and his mouth opened to kiss her back. She moaned as he pulled her against him, his fingers worming into her damp hair to cradle her head while the other made a bold foray onto her ass and then came to rest chastely at the small of her back even as the heat of their kiss increased and they brought tongues and teeth to bare as well as their lips. She reached back for his hand and pushed it down to her ass and flexed her fingers around his for good measure to let him know exactly what she wanted him to do. He kneaded her ass, changing from one cheek to the other and back again as she started to undulate against him, grinding herself against his hot, throbbing hardness separated only by the rough material of his sweats.
She started to pull him backwards toward the bed and he started to follow, but then stopped. His hands slid from her ass and her hair to capture and cup her cheeks. She strained against them when he pulled his lips from hers and they kept her from following them. “Grace. Grace. Grace!” he repeated her name until she stopped trying to reach his lips. His dick throbbed hotly against her belly, the material of his sweatpants a minor barrier, but a barrier none-the-less. “We shouldn’t do this.” He told her, his heavy, hot breath tickling her lips, his words at odds with the hunger and passion she could see blazing in his eyes, but under that blaze, she could also see the embers of hurt and loss. “I know we can.” She refuted, pressing herself harder against his bulging manhood “And I think we should. We… I ended it, I hurt you and…”, she paused, her teeth nervously worrying at her full lower lip for a moment before she continued. “I… I need this, I miss this. I did this to us and… And, I know this sounds bad and wrong and selfish, but I want this… I want one more night, a memory to hold on to of what we were… What we could have been.” She admitted softly, her throat tightening, that hot itchiness returning to her eyes. It was true, but there was also so much more, just his kiss, his touch reminded her of the doubts she still harbored about her decision. “Could I tell him that? Would it be cruel to give him hope?” she asked herself and was greeted by a rather cynical, hurtful laugh. “Like what you’re initiating right now doesn’t do that already.” A stern, rebuking voice that sounded suspiciously like Lisbon’s echoed an answer in her mind.
He was breathing hard and measured through his nose and she could see his gritted teeth grinding between his clenched jaw. She could see anger on his face, so unusual for him that it seemed shocking, but she knew she deserved it. His hands trembled on her cheeks. “Please.” She simplified her plea to a single word, putting all her chaotically swirling emotions into that single word. He took a deeper breath, held it and then let it out slow. She saw the tightness in his shoulders soften with his expression. “When have I ever been able to say no to you, Grace?” he asked softly, rhetorically and then his strong hands were drawing her face to his and he was kissing her again. She moaned softly against his lips as she once again backed-up towards the bed and this time he followed. The back of her legs found the edge of the side of the bed and his body pressed hard against hers as they all but tried to swallow each other with the intensity of their kiss. She broke their liplock, hesitantly and breathing hard, but also smiling at the same time.
During the short journey to the bed, his hands had once again found the curves of her behind and he gave them a firm squeeze as she looked into his eye before sliding down to sit on the bed. His hands slid up her back and came to rest on her shoulders while she reached forward and grasping the waistband of his sweats, pulled it forward and then down to free his twitching erection. Free of constraints his shaft almost sprang out at her, like a dog straining on a leash and had her face been any closer, it would have hit her. She lowered his sweats passed his knees and let it fall to the floor where he was able to step out of them, leaving him as naked as she was. His fingers lightly massaged her shoulders as she leaned forward and inhaled his masculine scent, making her mouth water. His dick suited his frame, long and thick, curving slightly from a nest of dark, close-cropped pubes. She once teased him about his man-scaping, but didn’t really find it that funny anymore. She caressed his length, letting her fingers catalogue his velvet wrapped steel as if it were the first time. Her tongue made a slow circuit of her lips before she slowly let it slither up his length from his base to his tip. He sucked in a breath and let it out in a long quite groan, his fingers tightening on her shoulders in response as she grasped the base of his dick and enveloped his tip in her mouth.
She took in just his pointed head and let her cheeks hollow as she sucked at it and swirled her tongue over it. His dick throbbed against the seal of her lips and she felt a thick dollop of his lubricant well up and onto her tongue while his fingers slid from her shoulders and swept the hair that had fallen across her face back before holding it and burrowing deeper into her hair to find her scalp. He thrust and pulled at her at the same time, not hard or roughly, but just enough so that she took more of him into her mouth. She cupped and caressed his heavy balls and his dick lurched in the confines of her mouth in response, his fingers flexing to massage her scalp. Grace started to control her breathing. She’d never told him, but she’d been intimidated by his size. She’d never thought she could take him all the way, yet whether it was his patience or her determination, she wasn’t sure, but she had managed to do it, it just took a little effort and it was an effort she was more than willing to make.
She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together as her sex flexed against itself and she felt a fresh, warm gush of grease trickle out onto her folds. Her nipples were hot and tight and almost achingly hard. The room had been cold and the wild sounds of the storm outside were a reminder that it should still be, but she felt like her skin was on fire. She flicked her eyes up to his face as he made soft sounds of enjoyment and appreciation with a delicious edge of strain around the edges. She worked with the thrust of his hips and the gentle pull of his hands to slide her lips back and forth and further down along his length and finally, the angle made it hard for her to keep eye contact with him. She lowered her eyes and her head, searching for that particular angle she’d found allowed her to take him into her throat. His fingers continued to massage her scalp, but he was no longer pulling at her head and she could feel him tremble slightly with the effort of keeping his hips still as she positioned him at the entrance to her throat. Grace scraped her fingernails up along the sides of his thighs and then around to cup his hard ass cheeks.
She flexed her hands, pulling him toward her as she relaxed her throat and pressed forward. She wasn’t quite successful and had to back off, squeezing her eyes tight, while she muffled the sound of herself gagging and tried to get her breathing back under control. She took a few deep, steadying breaths through her nose while kneading his ass. His cock pulsed against her stretched lips, alive and virile as his hands caressed her head through her curls while the rest of him remained patiently still. She tried again, moving slower and with more caution and this time she was able to overcome the smaller flare of her gag reflex and swallowed him whole. His masculine musk enveloped her as she pressed her nose into his short pubes while hollowing her cheeks in short hard sucks while continuing to swallow rhythmically to ripple the tight confines of her throat around him.
He groaned, deep and long, his fingers flexing and relaxing in the wealth of her hair while his ass trembled in her hands and he was not quite able to stop his hips from unconsciously humping into the stimulation of her mouth and throat. She steadied her breathing again and then started to bob her head, guiding the pace of his thrusts with the expedience of flexing her fingers and using her fingernails on his tight buns. She matched his thrusts while she limited his movement to keep him just inside her throat until she was breathing hard. He made soft, throaty sounds as she worked his thick rod with her mouth. His fingers on her head would occasionally tighten as iff to pull or push at her head, but they would as quickly relax as he let her set the pace and range of motion. His body was tense under her hands for longer than it relaxed and she could hear the strain becoming more evident in the sounds that he was making. She loved sucking him, but that’s not where she wanted him to lose his load. She plunged all the way down on him again and then held him for as long as she could, gurgling wetly around him with the effort and then backed off him. His hands resisted her for just a moment and then released her to allow her draw her mouth off him. She kept her lips welded to his throbbing skin, sucking as she went so that they made an audible pop when they came off his tip. She drew in a deep shuddering breath and ran her tongue over her lips, breaking the line of spittle that still connected her to his dick before she looked up at him with a bright smile.
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