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TITLE: Relaxation Technique
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: The Mentalist
SHIP: Teresa (Lisbon) / Patrick (Jane)
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season two, Episode 3
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 2, EPISODE 3. Lisbon needs Jane to hypnotize her so that she can find out what really happened, but she just can’t relax enough.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Mentalist. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. 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.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Teresa Lisbon sat in the passenger seat of her vehicle watching Sacramento go by, but not seeing it. It was a testament to the state of affairs that she had handed the keys over to Patrick and let him drive her home. Or, maybe she had a stronger instinct for survival than she thought; she didn’t trust that stupid little French thing he drove. For, the first time in really long time, she found herself doubting herself, who she was. Her world was slowly spinning out of control and she was starting to get the distinct impression that there was nothing she could do to stop it. She couldn’t believe she had done it. “Is it possible that I killed a man in cold blood?” she wondered and what scared her was that the answer didn’t come immediately anymore. He was scum, the worst kind, a child molester, but could she have done it and have no recollection? The evidence was mounting and convincing but, how could she have absolutely no memory of it?
Patrick concentrated on traffic as he drove Lisbon home. He was actually worried. The evidence mounting against her was quite damning, but he just didn’t believe it. Not that he had a problem with it if she had done it, his own feelings about what he would do to Red John when he caught him were quite clear, he just wouldn’t want her to get caught. He looked over at her, only her dark hair visible as she stared out the window. He looked passed her head at her reflection superimposed on the passing city. Her wide grey eyes were thoughtful, her full lips slightly parted. He’d never admitted it, but he had always thought she was a really beautiful woman. He had his job cut out for him in order to hypnotize her. Her mind was strong and, not to put too fine a point on it, she was always a little tightly wound and now with everything that had happened she nearly vibrated with tension.
“Lisbon? Lisbon?” he had to call her name several times before she realized they had stopped in front of her house. She got out of the vehicle on automatic and led the way to her door without saying a word. She had exhausted all other avenues and was going to do something she really didn’t want to. She needed to find her lost memories, whatever they were. She needed Jane to do his thing, to hypnotize her. She unlocked the door and ushered him in. She watched him check out her living room, but he remained silent, offering no comment or judgment. He sat down at her table and patiently waited for her to take the seat across from him. He smiled gently at her and offered her his hand. Teresa, I need you to trust me and relax. Okay?” he instructed softly. “This isn’t going to work, Jane.” She told him bluntly, her shoulders slumping.
“Of course it won’t. How could I possibly hypnotize you? You’re way too guarded for that. How could I hypnotize you? I am just not that good. How could I hypnotize you, Teresa Lisbon? You are a seasoned CBI senior agent after all. I would have to countdown from a hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight… How could I hypnotize you? Ninety-four, ninety-three… How?” he told her, keeping his tone easy, steady and soft and slowly, rhythmically stroking the top of her hand, his eyes holding hers. He thought he had her, he could see her eyes starting to go glassy and her eyelids droop, but she suddenly blinked and with a sigh flashed him a glum smile. “Nice try with the reverse psychology angle, but I told you… This isn’t going to work. It’s not that I don’t trust you, Patrick, strangely enough, I do, but I just can’t relax.” She explained, yet did not remove her hand from his. “What relaxes you, Teresa?” he asked and she snorted. “A good bottle of whiskey, single malt aged for eighteen years usually does the job, but that isn’t an option considering.” She replied after a moment. “What else?” Patrick wondered. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She stalled, a little shocked at the idea that flashed into her mind and certain she didn’t want to share it with him.
“What is it?” he asked peering at her intently. “You know. This is serious, we have to try.” He tried to persuade her and she licked her lips nervously as she found herself actually considering an act of insanity. “A good, honest to god orgasm has been known to do the trick.” She whispered on a slowly expelled breath, dropping her eyes and letting her shoulders slump even further. Oh… I guess it would.” He commented in typical Jane fashion and she felt her cheeks heat as she realized he was probably thinking about her in the throes of orgasm at that very moment. He drummed his fingers on the table for a moment and then exhaled heavily. “So… I’ll go make some tea and you can enjoy some… Quality alone time, as it were, and then I’ll try to hypnotize you again.” He suggested a plan of action and she found herself laughing humorlessly at the catch twenty-two she was in.
She needed to relax to get herself off and she needed to get off in order to relax. She shook her head slowly. It’s hopeless, Patrick. I can’t. I’m so far from the right headspace to even get close.” She admitted in a quiet, defeated tone. He had stood up at one point and was standing in front of her. The tip of his finger tickled the bottom of her chin for a moment and then he was tilting her head up to face him. She hadn’t realized that he had also bent down and his face was suddenly very close to hers. She stared into his clear, piercing grey eyes, hoping against hope that he was pulling one of his patented stunts to hypnotize her, but instead, his face just kept getting closer. Her eyes widened as she realized his intent only a moment before his lips touched hers. Shock froze her, but her head tilted by instinct as his lips locked with hers in a soft, warm, but probing kiss. He held it for just a few moments and then withdrew, his tongue lightly sliding across her lips as he did. She swallowed to wet her suddenly dry throat and slowly and unconsciously licked her lips, chasing the lingering tingle of his touch and tasting him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked in a hushed tone as the sensation of his kiss filtered down into her body and it started to react, against the protests of her stunned mind. Her skin felt hot and tight and her clothes suddenly itchy. Her nipples started to stiffen and scraped against the restraining cups of her brassier while lower down her flesh clenched and flexed with a spark of tension. “I’m doing what needs to be done to help you, Teresa. Maybe what should be done for reasons other than just keeping you out of prison for murder.” He explained in his irritatingly calm voice. “Other reasons?” she wondered with a quirk of her eyebrow and a challenge in her voice and all he did was flash her his all too charming little boy smile. “Which way to your bedroom?” he enquired, ignoring her continued query and she looked at him incredulously, amazed by his assumption that she was going to go along with his insane suggestion just because she hadn’t slapped the taste out of his mouth for kissing her.
“Is it upstairs?” he continued pointing to the stairs, unperturbed by her silence or the glare she shot at him. She really did want to slap him and she stood up to do just that, but somehow she ended up in his arms and she didn’t know who had started kissing whom first. They kissed hard and hungrily, bringing teeth and tongue to bear as well as sucking, sliding lips. His hand burrowed into her hair and cupped and cradled her head while his other massaged the small of her back while she clutched at his shoulders. “This is all kinds of wrong!” her mind screamed even as her body responded even further with hungry desire, tightening and heating and getting wetter in anticipation. “What isn’t in my life right now? At least I can enjoy this. It might not help, but it couldn’t hurt, much either and the way things are going who knows when...” A more sedate and cynical voice overrode the objection with rationalization. Besides, and she would never admit it out loud under pain of death, she’d always wondered what it would be like with Jane. They were two-stepping backwards and then her foot brushed the bottom step of the stairs and her back the solid unmoving coolness of a wall. His body pressed against hers and she ground against it, getting further and further out of her head and just going with the buzzing pulse of excitement that was rapidly starting to build in her body.
The buttons on his waistcoat popped and ricochet off the wall as she tore it open and then raised her hands above her head in invitation for him to remove her top. Instead he captured her wrists and pinned them to the wall and kissed her again. She followed his lips when he pulled back, but he teased her, keeping just out of reach of her limited range of motion, his breath hot on her tingling lips. She flicked her tongue out to lash it along his lips and he caught it and sucked on it for a moment before welding his lips to hers once more. He kissed her until they were breathing hard. Her stiff, erect nipples buzzed with electric sparks as they brushed against and poked against the restraining cups of her bra and into his unyielding shirt-covered chest when she drew in deep shuddering breath while his mouth drew a warm, wet trail of nipping kisses down the side of her neck. His other hand yanked her top out of her pants and her taut abdomen quivered under the warmth of his hand as it slid upward to cup her breast. She moaned as his fingers flexed and he tested the resilient flesh of her firm globe.
Patrick released her wrist, but she kept them where they were as he drew her top up and off over her head. She looked absolutely gorgeous as her hair tumbled back around her face in tussled disarray. His dick throbbed in the confines of his pants. It had been a long time since he had given in to his desires, not since his wife… He squelched the thought viciously and luxuriated in the feel and sight of Teresa as her arousal grew. She looked amazing and his dick lurched in his pants with anticipation as to what he would still see of her. He would never admit it under pain of torture, but he had been attracted to the dark-haired Senior CBI agent since he’d first met her, or how much. Teresa had no idea just how sexy she was and it just made her sexier. When she’d stood he had been fairly sure she going to slap him because she couldn’t shoot him as they had taken her firearm, but he needed the flash of fire that blazed in her eyes. He needed her to not give up, not give in to the despair he could see growing in her. He would have taken the slap gladly, but as always, and one of the reasons he found her so fascinating was that she surprised him by stepping into his arms and kissing him, hard.
He hadn’t hesitated and kissed her back. Her body felt solid and warm as he backed them up against the wall at the foot of the stairs. He tossed aside her top and lowered his lips back to the smooth, lightly freckled skin of her chest. He nipped at the strong column of her neck, breathing in her clean, vanilla scent as they undulated together, and all but dry humping. “Yes… My bedroom is upstairs.” She finally answered his earlier question, but also the unasked one whether she wanted him to go further. He slid his hands down the smooth skin of her sides and then around to momentarily squeeze her denim-clad ass before gripping it and lifting her off her feet. She curled her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he moved her away from the wall and proceeded to climb the stairs. Her large, clear eyes stared into his and the she was sucking on his lower lip before his tongue was once again tangling with hers as they kissed.
He pressed her up against the doorframe to her bedroom, pinning her between it and his hips as he broke their kiss. Her hand tightened on the back of his neck to pull him back, but he lowered his head to find the hollow at the base of her throat, feeling it vibrate as she made a sound akin to a purr as he swirled his tongue in it. He freed one hand and with a deft flick of his fingers undid the clasp to her bra and pushed the cups aside and the straps off her shoulders. He’d noticed the clasp was in front and the dark, ullitarian, undergarment really didn’t do the feminine charms they encased justice. She pushed her head back to move her back off the doorframe and shrugged, free her arms from him for a moment to let the brassier fall to the ground. His dick throbbed as she ground against him, making soft little sounds deep in her throat as his trailed his tongue and lips lower. For some reason, he had imagined her nipples to be pink, but they were dark brown with small, slightly raised areola topped by hard gumdrop pebbles. Her fingers wound into his hair, splaying and then cradling his head as her breath shuddered, pressing her breast against his lips as he captured one and nipped lightly at it before suckling.
It felt heavenly when he freed her breasts from the itchy, tight confines of her brassier. The cool air made his breath feel even hotter against her skin and her breath shuddered with the radiating pulse of sensation that shot into her chest when he captured and sucked on one of her stiff, straining nipples. She pushed away from the doorframe he held her against and throwing her weight, turned them so that he stumbled backwards into her bedroom. He spun them again and a wild laugh bubbled up out her and into the air as he got close enough to drop her onto her bed. Her laugh became a girlish giggle as the moment of weightlessness ended and she bounced ever so slightly. She didn’t know who was more surprised, him or her. She’d half pulled him onto the bed with her being unable to unlock her legs in time and he leaned over to kiss her before again trailing his lips lower. She watched his progress down her body and she bit back a moan as her taut belly rippled when he swirled his tongue into her bellybutton.
Teresa watched as he straightened up and deftly and purposefully unbuttoned and stripped off his shirt. He was a collection of her smooth, hairless, curved planes of surprisingly well-defined muscles, his nipples so pale they were almost invisible. His strong hands massaged her midriff for a moment and then he was unbuckling her belt and undoing her pants. She could feel herself flooding, her intimate flesh blossoming open and her channel clenching against itself in anticipation. Her back arched and she lifted her ass off the bed to press up against his lips as he leaned down to kiss and then nibble along the top of the exposed waistband of her panties while her hands massaged her thighs. She kept her ass raised, expecting him to pull her pants off, but he was a little more practical than she was at that moment as he moved his hands down her legs until he reached her ankles and her boots. She settled back onto the bed and sighed as he massaged the soles of her feet once he’d got her boots and socks off. “He’s way too good at his.” She thought momentarily as she felt herself unwind and relax further while the tension in her loins inversely tightened. He lowered her legs gently back to the bed and this time when she lifted her ass he leaned forward and worked his fingers under the waistband of her undone jeans and her panties.
He pressed his lips lightly to the gentle curve of her taut belly, feeling it quiver ever so slightly as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her skin before he straightened. It took one or two tugs with her wriggling unconsciously seductively for him to get her pants and underwear down to her thighs before he was able to finally strip off the last of her clothing. Good intensions and the circumstances aside, Patrick found himself looking down at a naked Teresa Lisbon and he was staring. A simple glance would have been enough for him to memorize the sight, but he couldn’t help but drink in the curves and plains of her lithe, lean beauty, his dick tapped against his belly, pulsing to the beat of his heart as it sped up and beat harder. She looked up at him, her face framed by the uncharacteristically tussled, wild halo of her dark hair, her gaze direct and expectant. She looked like her usual serious self, but at the same time both adorable and incredibly sexy as hell. “Your turn.” She whispered in a tone that was just short of a command becoming aware of the difference in their states of undress, but it was unnecessary as his hands were already working at the buttons on his shirt while he kicked off his shoes.
He was soon down to his silk boxers, which his dick tented out towards her without the restriction of his trousers. She sat up slowly and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed in front of him. He sucked in a sharp breath and let it out slow as she reached out and slowly traced his length through the thin material. His dick twitched against her touch straining toward the heat radiating from her hand as she explored him. His balls started to tighten and he had to force himself to keep his hips from rocking to increase the pressure of her touch. Her teeth worried her lower lips before her tongue made a slow circuit of her lips, which his mimicked. She leaned forward, close enough so that her breath augmented the heat of her hand. He caught her wrist in a gentle grip when she reached for the waistband of his boxers. “This is about you, not me. Lie back.” He instructed with a wry smile, keeping his voice low and soft while he ensured that he didn’t have to resolve the uncertainty of whether he could maintain control and give her what she needed, if she touch him directly just then.
She resisted him for a moment. He was very male, very there and she wanted to see him, touch him, and even taste him as she gave in to her growing arousal. Her surrender was complete, damn the consequences. She wanted him, but he continued to urge her back, his voice soft and deep, becoming a strange mixture of command and invitation that seemed to bypass her will and speak directly to her muscles as she relaxed back onto the bed. He held eye contact with her to the very last moment as he knelt and then lowered his head between her legs which he draped over his shoulders. She whined softly as he turned his head and his soft hair tickled the skin of the inside of one thigh while his lips made warm, wet sucking blooms on the inside of the other. Her channel clenched and she clutched at the covers beneath her as his lips grew closer to her opening flower of her dewy folds. She whined louder when he just skirted them and then turned his attention to the inside of her other thigh. Each touch of his sucking lips and swirling tongue ratcheted the sweet growing tension at her core up a notch as he deliberately teased her. The teasing and anticipation was almost too much for her and she was about to reach for his head to forcibly press his mouth to her sex when he pounced. She gasped and swore as he by passed her folds and descended directly on her exposed, buzzing clit. Her hips bucked to press herself against his sucking mouth, her body shaking as if chilled although the heavy breath from his nose heated her skin.
Pulses of sexual delight blasted into her core and dispersed outward along her nerves in electric ripples that expanded to crawl across her skin so that she seemed to feel the caress of his mouth on every part of her. Her breath shuddered from her lips in a blast as she released a breath she hadn’t known she was holding as he gave her some respite and his tongues slid lower to explore the length of her slit and the itchy, tingling folds that guarded it. His hands caressed the outsides of her thighs, fingers flexing to knead the firm flesh to the rhythm of his lapping tongue. She moaned, groaned and gasped as he probed and explored her with his lips and tongue, flooding as her core contracted and twisted against itself to replenish the nectar his tongue collected and carried away. Her hips jerked and her heels dug into his back every time he returned his attention to her clit.
Her climax was building like a gathering storm with rolling thunder washing along her senses, growing louder as it grew closer followed by rapid lightning strikes, sharp flashes experienced from a distance drawing ever nearer and more intense. She writhed against his mouth and then his hands as one stayed at her thigh while the other worked its way up to her breast and his fingers massaged the firm flesh before finding, rolling and tweaking the hard point of her nipple. The added sensation made her shudder as her spine bowed off the bed with a soft cry. She was breathing hard and fast, not quite panting but close as her body tensed and relaxed under his skilful ministrations. Her eyelids fluttered, but never quite closed for any length of time. Her thoughts seemed to stutter with the shaking of her body as she tried to process the delicious onslaught of sensation and the sexual energy and tension it carried with it.
He found himself getting lost in the feel, scent, sound, sight and taste of her. She surrounded and enveloped him as he drank her down like a man who had been dying of thirst in the desert. All his good intension, rationalizations and even the goal behind all of this faded to the background as he pleasured her and took pleasure from it too. Her skin felt hot and so very smooth and alive under his hands, against his cheeks and down his back. She tasted exotic, a mixture of a multitude of delicious flavors that defied definition and became singular to her and her alone. He didn’t what he liked more, her sweet taste as he delved between her sodden, glistening folds or the sounds she made and the way her body reacted when he suckled, lapped or lightly nipped at the velvety little pearl of her clit. His ass clenched and his nuts pulsed and he felt heavy dollops of lubricant well from his cock in quick succession. His dick was so hard it ached. He wanted to be inside her, to know her in that way, but at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to stop feasting on her.
The wild storm was growing inside her, growing in speed and power and she knew without a doubt that he was going to get her off and get her off good. Her hands clutched at the bed clothes beneath her and her teeth bit into her lower lips with such sustained force that she was surprised she didn’t taste blood. “That’s the goal, that’s why she was letting this happen wasn’t it?” that strangely calm and somehow, impossibly unaffected part of her asked over the chaotic swirl of sensations that ravaged her. It was, but… But, God help her she wanted more. If they were going to do this she wanted to know what he felt like inside her. He had denied her the opportunity to study him, to hold the thick length she had seen outlined in his boxers, but she would not let him deny her this.
Teresa took a heavy breath through her nose and gritting her teeth made her clenched hand release its death grip on the covers by a supreme force of will. She growled behind her teeth as the pleasure he sent arching through her made her muscles respond sluggishly as she used her forearm to slowly prop up her body and reach for his head. The feel of his blonde curls brushing along her fingers was very distracting and she almost lost her the battle entirely when he took that moment to return to her clit, but somehow she managed to tighten her fingers, get a grip and yank his head up sharply as she let the growl free from behind her.
Patrick felt her rise, her breast pressing into his hand and then he felt her fingers run through his hair. Her nails scrapped along his scalp, making the skin tingle where they passed and it felt good. The shock of pain as she took a handful of it and yanked his head up drew a feral growl of surprise from him even as it brought him back to the reality of their situation. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to yell at her for pulling him off her or coax her into letting him continue, but the words that bubbled up his throat were arrested by the intense, fierce, bright, needy look in her eyes as they locked with his. He slowly licked his lips, collecting every trace of her sweet nectar he could find and then swallowed with obvious relish. He felt her fingers flex around the handful of hair she still held onto and her tongue made a slow circuit of its own.
“Fuck me, Jane. I want you to fuck me now!” She demanded. It wasn’t the words she had intended, but they pretty much covered the sentiment of her need and her tone the urgency of it. Besides, things were becoming way too intimate and of all the complications what they were doing created, she really didn’t want to deal with it being more than sex between them. He continued to stare at her for a moment and then suddenly his hands weren’t on her anymore and her legs slid off his shoulders as he stood and yanked down his boxers. She caught a glimpse of him, long, hard and thick, standing erect out of her patch of pale, downy pubes before he was on the bed with her, hands roughly guiding her onto the bed proper as he maneuvered himself between her legs. He captured her wrists and then let his fingers twine with hers as he held her hands to either side of her head and she spread her legs in welcome invitation. She squirmed against his hands as she felt the pointed tip of his shaft brush through her fold while his eyes looked down into hers with unwavering intensity. “Teresa, tell me again what you want, tell me.” He commanded in a low, rumbling growl, his tongue flicking out to brush across her lips.
Theresa moaned softly as he blindly found her entrance and seated himself, but went no further. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her tight, welcoming warmth, but he needed her surrender to be complete and willing, laying the ground work for what he still needed to do. He’d gotten side tracked but, as usual, she had pulled him back. What was happening to her, what was being done to her and he was sure that she was being framed, had the potential to take her from his life and he really didn’t like that idea. But, the feel of her body beneath him, the sultry, hungry look in her eyes and the taste of her that still lingered on his tongue conspired to add a brand new dimension other than the practical to their relationship. She was… quite amazing and memorable and he was suddenly just a little worried that he might not be able to deal with the consequences of sex with her as he’d rationalized.
Her breasts rose up against his chest, pressing her nipples back into her firm globes with sparks of sensation as it pressed down as they both took deep breaths in an attempt to steady themselves. “Tell me.” He reiterated in a soft, breathy voice that turned the command into a gentle, yet intense invitation before he captured her full, swollen lower lip with his and sucked lightly. A tremor ran through her in reaction, rubbing him against her and making her sex pulse as it constricted as she closed her eyes for a moment. She blinked once before she stared into his unwavering gaze. “Fuck me.” She repeated, forming the works slowly, and clearly so that they were almost etched in the air and silence that had grown between them. His lips curved into a soft, quirked smile.
“Yes, Ma’am.” he acknowledged with the slightest of nods, trying to give her the surrender a well as the control and authority she needed before he thrust forward. A groan rumbled in his throat and was turned back by the barrier of his clenched teeth as her tight, resistant flesh and steamy, liquid heat surrounded him. She sucked in a sharp breath, gasping as her head pressed into the wild cascade of her dark hair and the pillow beneath it as her back arched, pressing her hard abdomen against his so that he slid along it as he plunged into her. Her clenching, twisting flesh resisted his assault, but didn’t slow it and only served to increase the delicious friction as he enveloped more and more of himself in her.
Her fingers flexed against his as her breath caught in her throat and electric fire arched out into her in electric writhing tendrils as he stretched and filled her with his maleness. Her breath shuddered out when they were one, brushing her nipples against his chest while he slowly circled his hips to grind into her and she wriggles and undulated in response. His shaft pulsed against the tight confines of her snug channel as she adjusted to his invasion while his eyes held hers and his breath tickled her lips. She bit her lower lip and then nodded. His grip tightened on her hands and then he drew back. She was waiting for it, ready for it, but she still gasped with a soft cry when he drove into her hard, the shockwave of his pelvis colliding with hers carried a sharp, powerful electric charge with it that lit up her nerves. He drove into her again and again and again, his muscles straining and flexing as his skin slid along hers and the thick, long, unyielding steel of his manhood lanced through her intimate flesh and pierced her core with unerring precision. Patrick’s eyes held hers, his face a picture of intensity and determination, but there was also this strange light of desire and something her arousal-addled mind could not quite place that pulsed hotly behind eyes that she had often thought cold and uncaring.
Teresa looked amazing and felt incredible as he drove into her, her sex, clenching, living greased velvet around his and her skin heated satin. He focused on her face, the widening and narrowing of her big, expressive eyes, her flaring nostrils and the wet glisten of her kiss-swollen lips. She seemed to glow with the sheen of sweat. His preference would have been to be more of a lover and to be more gentle, but that was not what she wanted and he had to keep sight of the fact that this was all for her as he had said. He had thought that she looked beautiful before, but her response and reaction to his efforts revealed a Teresa Lisbon he had never seen before, never would have believed existed.
At first, she tried to match him, one of her legs curling around his thigh for leverage when she tightened herself to meet his thrust, but soon the best she could manage was to brace herself for his delicious onslaught. Wave after wave of delight washed through her on the impetus of his powerful thrusts. He released one of her hands and she clutched at his shoulder while he curled his forearm around her head to both hold his weight and brace her against the force of his driving hips. Her muscles tensed tight and relaxed on the electric buzz of wild energy that overflowed the growing pool at her core and splashed along her nervous system. Her skin was on fire and blazing to the pulse of her rapidly beating heart and his smooth skin dragging back and forth along it. Heat and exertion brought sweat to her skin in heavy droplets and although it couldn’t cool the inferno it did create a welcome lubricant. He started to move faster, adding a grind to his pump, stimulating the button of her already buzzing and flaring clit. She started to cry out on the air that was driven from her lungs as he slammed into her again and again. The ripples of delight stopped chasing each other and started to overlap becoming a solid assault of pleasure that made it hard to breath and impossible to think. She could see strain on his face, but could make no sense of it as she started to quiver and her short nails dug into the flexing muscle of his shoulder.
Her climax was looming, a huge, powerful wave rising higher and higher, rushing towards its peak as inexorable as the tide. He was breathing in hard, soft grunts accompanying her cries as they grew in volume, but his pace remained steady and unrelenting. She started to quiver as more and more of the wild energy built up at her core spilt out, escaping the tenuous constraint she had on it. Everything else faded away as the wave continued to grow, an unstoppable force of nature and then, it crested. He drove into her and was the plunger that ignited the powder keg at her center. There was a moment of calm, utter peace where time slowed to a crawl and his face, made strange, yet beautiful with sweat and strain filled her vision and her world. She didn’t know if she actually smiled, but it felt like she did and then the force of her climax rocketed through her body. Already strained muscles locked, arching her back of the bed and pressing her up against his hard, hot, solid weight. Her sex constricted and locked in a determined attempt to crush the invader that had infected her with suck bliss, but it only seemed to make it bolder as his hips bucked to drive him deep and grind against the now blazing pearl of her clit. More explosive waves followed and the cry she had barely managed to pen behind teeth pressed hard into her lower lips burst forth in a primal scream of satisfaction that threw her head back and sent pinwheels of light dancing behind eyelids she didn’t remember closing.
He grunted and then let out a muted, but rumbling roar as with one last hard thrust he added the liquid heat of his essence to hers in powerful spurts. Her body twitched under the onslaught of sensation as nerves flared and her blood pounded in ears. Her lungs burned as she panted to find air to fill them, but couldn’t seem to hold once she did. Electricity seemed to dance along her skin. The stiff points of her nipples seemed to be connected directly to her center and each brush of his chest fed the wild fire rampage at her core as it ripple around and milked the adamantine maleness of him. Her orgasm inundated every pore and fiber of her being and every iota of tension inside her blazed through her like a supernova, using it to hold her body taut and shuddering, her only anchor the hard, unyielding solidity of his body above hers and she clung to it. Pleasure and pain mingled in strange, mysterious ways as the intensity of her climax held her body and mind in thrall for long, frozen, yet vibrating moments. It flared one last time as he moved, making her whisper as he withdrew from her and her sex clenched in an attempt to hold him where he was. She gasped as that flare burned up the last tension that fueled the bliss of her climax and her body went from taut to limp and she collapsed back onto the bed.
Patrick had seem wonders both small and large, but seeing Teresa Lisbon in the throes of orgasm equaled memories that were too painful to touch and had been locked far, far away. She glowed and little sounds both pitiful and joyous dripped from parted lips while her body strained and shuddered against his in a taut, vibrating bow. That sight of erotic beauty and the flexed vice of her climactic sex made him join her in release, and it took an immense effort of will to keep a part of him separate from the all-encompassing flood of pleasure. He forced himself to concentrate on her beautiful face and the way her dark, sweat-damp curls framed it and contrasted with the stark white pillow on either side of it. His breath was fire in his lungs, but he forced his breathing to remain even. His muscles shook with strain and the cascading, electric ripples that carried his release from his loins to his extremities.
“God, she is something else!” he thought vehemently as her climax swept across her in waves and he managed to master his own. As much as he would have liked to luxuriate in the result of what they had done, the circumstances were such that there was work to be done and he would not fail her. He would not squander her surrender and trust, there were going to be enough consequences already. He withdrew from her with a groan and she whimpered, her body amazingly even going more taut before she collapsed limply back to the bed. He rolled onto his back for a moment, creating a little separation between them as he let her breathing return to normal while he steadied his own. He shifted onto his side and then proceeded to gently brush the damp hair away from her face.
She was floating, boneless and replete feeling her heart beat slow and her breathing return to normal. Her sex occasionally twitched with the ghost sensation of her climax and maleness that had created it, but was no longer there. She’d just had sex with Patrick Jane and it had been good, curl your toes, blow your mind good. She should be panicked, shocked, even a little embarrassed as she continued to lie naked next to him, yet, it all seemed so far away and inconsequential as she luxuriate and wrapped herself in the delicious calm and relaxation the intensity of her climax had left behind. The events of the last few days had amped up her tension level, so that she’d felt it, but she realized it had been a long time since she’d truly been relaxed. She tried to think back to when that truly was, her thoughts and memories flowing lazily as her breathing slowed and she felt the tug of slumber.
Teresa blinked her eyes open when she felt gentle fingers on her face brushing her hair away, but she didn’t focus on his gently smiling face until he softly called her name. His fingers continued to caress her cheek gently, slowly and rhythmically. She felt that maybe she should be embarrassed about her nudity or at least about the intimate way he was still touching her, but he was talking. She knew he was talking because his lips were moving, yet she couldn’t grasp the words while his voice, with its steady rising and falling cadence soothed and lulled her to make her thoughts fade away and she surrendered to the lethargy that spread through her and the welcoming blanket of slumber.
For, just a moment he thought it might not work, but then he got her, managing to snag her consciousness and manipulate her into a hypnotic state. She looked angelic, tussled, still a little sweaty, relaxed and for all intents and purposes asleep, but she was also all woman and very naked and just a little distracting, so he took a moment to cover her before he attempted to free her memories. After twenty minutes he was both perplexed and perturbed. There was a black, blank and unnatural hole where her memories should be and he had to settle her back into a neutral trance state when she started to freak out as she realized that. He smooth the hair back out of her face and returned the covers she had thrown off. The one he did happily, the other with regret. This strange little interlude between them was rapidly drawing to a close and he wasn’t sure he wanted it to end despite the gravity of her situation.
Patrick forced himself to resist the urge to lift the covers for a final peek and slipped off the bed. He let her rest while he collected his clothes and then took a quick shower before getting dressed. He watched her sleep for a few moments before walking over to the bed and crouching down beside it. He didn’t have anything concrete for her, but he did have answers and a theory. It would take some deception and theatrics to get any kind of proof, but he was moderate sure he could get Lisbon to go along with it and dead certain she could pull it off. He took another moment to pull the covers higher and tuck them more securely under her chin before he woke her. “Come on, Lisbon. Rise and shine we have work to do.” He greeted her brightly taking just a little too much pleasure in her confusion as she struggled to become fully awake and remember how it was that he was in her bedroom. He watched as she surreptitiously checked under the sheets and then returned her gaze to his face. “So, that really happened.” She half-asked, half-stated and he nodded in response. “Oh boy!” she muttered on a heavily exhaled breath and he couldn’t resist flashing her a knowing smirk.
“Come on. Get up, grab a shower and get dressed. I’ll be making tea down stairs when you’re ready.” He instructed and was impressed that she didn’t flinch as he patted her arm before he stood and left her bedroom. Teresa lay back in her bed and tried to process. She’d had sex with Jane, he’d made her come and she assumed he hypnotized her afterwards. She let the thoughts percolate for a few moments and then took a deep breath, held it and then slowly let it whistle out between her lips. She licked her lips and swallowed. She could still taste him while the perfume of sex still wafted around her and she could feel the echoes of his skin on hers, his flesh merged with hers. She wallowed or luxuriated, depending on her shifting point of view, in the memory of the events that had just transpired for a few minutes more and then with a shrug and a sigh got up and went to the bathroom. She didn’t seem to have the memories she had been looking for, but at the same time Patrick’s upbeat mood and confidence made her think he had an answer for that. And, if he didn’t and things kept going the way they were, at least he’d given her some new memories to keep her occupied if she went to jail or before she went to the electric chair. She showered, dressed and went to meet him down stairs…
THE END
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