Authors Note: This is the last chapter, that is unless someone has an idea of how I could do another. Other than that, this is it. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed this, and a special thanks to Eve215 who was kind enough to read this through for me and tell me what she though. Her honesty is very refreshing. In case there's anyone out there that doesn't know, Simon Baker really has green eyes, he said so himself. Just mentioning it cause it comes up latter.
"I think you are wearing entirely too many clothes, and if I recall, I did promise that it was going to be your turn."
"Well my dear, I think your right." He gave her another grin before he bent and captured her lips with his; this was going to be the best rainy day he'd ever had.
"So what are you going to do about it?" Lisbon asked, breaking the kiss and sitting up causing Jane to sit up as well.
"Do about what?"
"Your clothes genius. Did it escape your notice that I'm the only one who's naked here?" Lisbon asked gesturing to her body.
"No, trust me it did NOT escape my notice." He grinned and went in for another kiss, but she put up a hand to stop him.
"Get naked or I'm putting my clothes back on." She said with a serious look on her face.
"You're joking, right?"
"Do I look like I'm joking? Now, I'm going to count to 10 and by the time I'm done, you will be naked and in my bed, or I'll just have to get dressed again. I do have other things to do today besides wait around for you to decide if you want to have sex."
Jane watched as she stood up.
Gathered her clothes off the floor.
Walked to the bedroom.
Was this really Teresa Lisbon?
Teasing him, taunting him?
He must be sleeping.
Wait, even if he was…
She was almost to ten.
He jumped off the sofa.
Ran to the room.
And made it just in time.
"I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind and left." She teased from her spot on the bed.
"No, just wondering if I was dreaming."
"You're still fully clothed. You're even still wearing those stupid brown shoes. Do you even own another pair of shoes?"
"Yes, I do. I bought a pair of flip flops yesterday when I went over to Rigsby's."
"$4.00 Wal-Mart flip flops don't count Jane. I thought you liked to go shopping."
"Yes well, I'm actually quite attached to these shoes." Lisbon sighed then stood up.
"Obviously I'm going to have to do this myself." She walked over to where Jane was standing just inside her bed room door and put her hands on his shoulders pushing his Jacket off and to the floor. "What is up with the suits anyway, even in this heat?"
"A throwback to my childhood." Lisbon unbuttoned his vest and it soon joined his coat on the floor.
"Really? What, did your mom like to dress you up?"
"Well, yes actually." Lisbon looked at him as if she didn't believe him and started to unbutton his shirt. It was a lovely shirt, soft and silky, a lovely shade of green that brought out the green tones in his eyes. It had matched his suit perfectly; light gray with darker gray strips. It was a subtle stripe but the effect was there, giving the suit texture and depth.
"Some of it must have worn off on you. If I wasn't standing right here in front of you feeling evidence to the contrary I'd think you were gay." She had undone all the buttons now and pulled his shirt out of the waist band of his pants.
"I don't think any heterosexual male could stand anywhere near you, clothed or not, and not have the same reaction I'm having."
"Take your shoes off." Jane looked at her and nodded not taking his eyes off of her; he kicked them off and stood on the toes of his socks to pull them off. "Talented." Lisbon joked.
"You know me, a constant source of amusement and wonder." He gasped slightly as she spread her fingers across his chest and bent her mouth to his nipples.
"Like that?" She asked raising her head again before allowing her hands to continue their downward journey. "You know, I always wondered, you dress to the nines every day, but you never wear a belt, why is that?"
"Have you ever tried napping with something sticking you in your gut?" He asked, trying to laugh but the sound came out strangled as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. "Besides," he choked out, "I've put on a little weight the past few years, no need for a belt."
"I find that hard to believe." Lisbon said dragging her hands down his rather trim abdomen and pushing his pants down to pool at his feet. "Of course, if you spent less time lying on that sofa and more time actually working, you might not have that problem."
She looked up at his face, trying to hide her nervousness but not really succeeding. "Are you ready Jane?"
"In more ways than one." Was all he said before leaning down and capturing her lips with his. He tried to pour into it all of his desire and longing. He brushed his tongue against her lips, urging her to part them and then smiled against her mouth when she did just that. Their tongues dulled as he guided her backwards towards the bed.
"Wait." Lisbon said pulling back slightly.
"What? I thought you were sure about this." Jane was clearly frustrated; he thought it was actually going to happen.
"I am, but I need to grab something first." She slipped out of his grasp and dashed into the hallway coming back a few second latter with a small foil wrapped package.
"Why do you keep the condoms in your bathroom? Do you use them in there very often?" Jane asked smiling and walking towards her, grabbing her waist and pushing her back onto the bed.
"No, that just seems the best place to keep them." She scooted back further on the bed, pulling him with her so that he was laying on top of her.
"What, next to the Band-Aids and antiseptic?"
"Yes actually. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, only, if we're going to be doing this more than once you might want to keep them closer to the bed." He began to kiss along her jaw line, smiling at her moan.
"Who says we're doing this more than once?" She reached her hands down his sides, attempting to push his boxers off his hips by wiggling under him. All she succeeded in doing was causing him to grow harder and groan.
"If you keep doing that, I don't know if I'm ever going to let you get out of this bed."
"Let me?" She finally managed to pull of his boxers, and slid her hands around to his front between them, grasping his erection.
"Yea; let you." He was having a hard time keeping up the conversation with her while she was stroking him like she was.
"I'd like to see you try to keep me here." She said with a smile. She continued to stroke him, watching his face and enjoying with look of pleasure that crossed it. "Are you ready?"
"I've been ready." He said, still with his eyes closed. Lisbon reached over and picked up the condom off the bed, ripping it open and sliding in on him. Once that was taken care of she guided him towards her opening, resting him right above her.
"Open your eyes Patrick." She said, slightly breathless.
Jane opened his eyes looking her in the face before he thrust into her. It was like heaven, it had been so long, and she felt so right. "God Teresa, you feel so good."
"Are you just going to sit there all day or are you going to do something?" She didn't want to rush him, but was having a hard time not thrusting her hips up into his.
"Patience my dear, patience." And he began to move, slow at first, then faster building up a frenzied rhythm.
Lisbon wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. "Oh god Patrick," she looked at his face, "You're getting close aren't you?"
He grunted, trying to hold back. "So good, so long, sooooo gooood. No, got to wait." He slowed the pace until it was almost unbearable for Lisbon.
"Don't hold out on my account," she breathed, running her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles clench under the strain of keeping his weight off her.
"No, you need to, umm, you need…" He was having a hard time forming complete sentences, she was rocking her hips underneath him, he was having a hard time controlling his movements.
"I'm all good Jane, just keep going." Lisbon said, reaching between them and moving her hands over his chest. Scraping her nails along his muscles she felt him shudder above her.
"That's not fair Teresa." He bent down lower, resting on his elbows and not on his hands and kissed her hard and bruising. She broke it off, kissing along his jaw, scraping her teeth down her neck. "Oh god Teresa, ummmm."
He was having a hard time controlling his movements and found himself speeding up again. His moans were joined with hers as he stated thrusting into her faster and harder. He wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer, he wasn't going to be able to wait for her; she just felt so good. Just as he was thinking that he felt her muscles begin to clutch around him and he looked at her face again, he recognized that look, that look of pleasure and ecstasy; that was all he needed to finally let himself lose control. He felt the pleasure exploding in him as he gave a few last thrust into her before collapsing.
Breathing hard he rolled off her so that he wouldn't crush her, but he kept her arms around her pulling her close to him. "You are amazing."
"Me? I didn't do anything." She was smiling, this was what she liked most about him, the ability to just banter and tease.
"You my dear are the most amazing woman I've met in a very, very long time. You are exquisite. And really, there's no need to fish for complements, I think I give you enough as it is."
"Fishing for complements? Really?" She sat up and glared playfully at him before hopping off the bed and walking towards the door.
"Wait, I didn't mean it. Where are you going?" His voice sounded panicked and he hated that, it had been magical, and she was just leaving.
She looked over her shoulder at him as she bent to pick up his shirt off the floor. "I worked up a pretty big appetite just now, what with being exquisite and all. As I recall there's a whole freezer full of popsicles."
"Oh, right. Bring me one too?" Jane asked, sitting up against the head board.
"Sure, you clean up; I'll get you a Popsicle." She turned and walked out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. Jane waited a minute before standing up and heading to the bathroom. He finished cleaning up in there quickly and grabbed a box out of the drawer that Lisbon had left half open. They were defiantly going to need those later.