SPOILER IN THE A/N! For 'His Red Right Hand' because someone mentioned it the last time I did it and I just want to be careful.

Authors Note: I've decided that to get over my (apparently personal) funk I'm going to write one chapter a day of something. You all get to reap the benefits :) This chapter is dedicate to the memory of Sam Bosco, and just when I was starting to like him, and also to Minnelli, he will be missed also. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed, I really appreciate it. And a special thanks to lgmtreader who beated this and got it back to me in one day. It's thanks to her that you're reading this right now.

Disclaimer: I liked Minnelli, and Sam was growing on me. This is how you know I don't own them.

Though he was only seconds behind her, Jane still wasn't fast enough to catch Lisbon before she disappeared into her bedroom. He saw her beautiful ass disappearing into the last door down the hallway. He had a brief flash back of another hallway in another time, but shook it off. That was going to get him nowhere; not when he was finally doing what he had been dreaming about for ages, including one very vivid dream just a few hours before.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and walked slowly into the room. It seemed silly for him to be nervous; after all, they'd already gone this far, and she was just so beautiful. And she wasn't there. Jane had expected to see her lying on the bed, waiting for him, but she was nowhere he could see.

"Teresa?" He called out quietly. He noticed a bright light coming from beneath a door in the corner. Bathroom? Probably. Maybe she was cleaning up? He hadn't thought she would need to, buy maybe he was wrong. Not that he would admit it. Walking towards the door he knocked quickly. "Are you in there?"

"Hold on Jane, I'll be right out," she called.

Lisbon stood in front of the sink and quickly turned the water on. She wanted to have an excuse for being in here. How do you explain to someone that despite the fact that they've seen you completely naked, you're still uncomfortable just laying on the bed naked waiting for them? She didn't think there was a woman alive who would be able to do that and not get paid for it.

She heard a noise against the door, like Jane was leaning on it, then his voice, "You know, Teresa," the emphasis on her name made her smile, "I've wondered what you would look like naked, and nowhere in all of my fantasies were you anywhere near as perfect as you were tonight."

Lisbon smirked; she had never accused him of being stupid. She took another look in the mirror, she'd never been one to think critically of her body, but now that she was standing there in all her naked glory she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there were parts of her that she didn't want the man on the other side of the door looking at.

"I've always liked looking at your butt. Ok, not always, but, for a long time. You think it's a coincidence that I'm always behind you when we walk places? I just love the way you walk. It's so…sexy. I know you don't try to be, but God, Teresa," her name fell off his lips easier and easier each time he said it, "You're the most beautiful woman, I wouldn't change a bit of you."

Lisbon smiled as she shut off the water; he really could be sweet when he wanted to be. She looked at the robe on the back of the door, wondering if she should put it on or just go out as she was, stark naked.

"If you stay in there much longer I'm going to think that you weren't serious about having sex with me." She knew he was joking but it still had the desired effect. Forgetting the robe she smirked as she pulled open the bathroom door and mock glared at him.

"Oh, I still intended to have sex tonight," she said in a teasing tone, "if you're lucky it'll be with you." She attempted to push past him, purposely brushing against him, but was stopped by her arms grabbing her waist and his lips on hers. The kiss was soft, not pushing, as if to reassure each other that they really were going to do this. Lisbon broke the kiss first, pulling Jane slightly with her to the bed.

"You're wearing too many clothes." She said, slipping her hands into his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders.

"I took my shoes off already, that's got to count for something." Jane said, leaning in for another quick kiss.

"Not much." Lisbon mumbled between kisses. She was finding it hard to undo the buttons on his vest while Jane was peppering kisses all over her face and neck. "Jane, as much as I love what you do to me, if you want me to show you what I can do you're going to need to stop." Jane chuckled against her throat as she shivered.

"Cold, Teresa? Maybe you're wearing too few clothes."

"Or maybe you're wearing too many." The talking served to distract Jane from his nibbling and she was able to unbutton both his vest and his shirt. She smoothed her hands across his chest noting the sparse sprinkle of hair and the way his tiny nipples peak at the touch.

Jane shrugged out of his shirt and vest as Lisbon's hands went for his pants. "You know, for a guy you wear entirely too much clothing." She flipped the button and pulled down the zipper, pushing his pants and his plain blue striped boxers off his hips.

"You talk too much," Jane mumbled, leaning in to kiss her again, but was distracted by her hand on his penis.

She used his distraction to push him back onto her bed, straddling his waist and kissing him hard and passionately. She kept one hand on his erection as she began to kiss him down his throat to his chest. He moaned as she scraped her teeth across his nipples. She kissed and sucked her way down his chest. She swirled her tongue into his navel and chuckled as he bucked against her hand.

She cupped his balls with one hand as she moved her other hand up and down his length. She looked up at him and smiled before placing a kiss on his tip, his deep moan and his hands spreading out on the bed spread next to him were his answer.

Slowly she took his length into her mouth, running her tongue across his sensitive underside. She began to move up and down his length in a slow rhythm. He brought his hands up to her hair; she prepared for him to try to control the movement and was surprised when instead of trying to push her deeper or move her faster he pulled her off of him.

"Patrick?" She was confused; she knew he was enjoying it, why did he want her to stop?

"Not like that, I want, I want you. I want to be in you, not that way, not this time." He was rambling, obviously having a hard time controlling himself.

She nodded, understanding, and rolled off of him and opened the drawer in the bedside table. She pulled out a small box and from the box an even smaller foil package. Tearing it open she quickly rolled the condom over him and straddled his waist again.

"Are you ready?" She asked with a slight smile.

"No," was his response. She opened her mouth to ask him what had happened when he sat up and pulled her to him, crushing her lips with his. He reached his hands between them, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples before working lower and cupping her mound, touching and massaging to make sure that the was still as excited as she had been just a short time before. When he was satisfied that she was ready he laid her back on the bed and whispered in her ear, "Now, I'm ready," before he thrust into her in one quick movement.

She gasped in surprise; she hadn't been expecting him to act so quickly. He remained still for a moment, getting used to the feeling and allowing her to adjust before he started moving, slowly at first but faster as his need grew and built.

Lisbon had both of her arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer; Jane reached up to grab one of her hands, bringing it between their bodies, guiding her hand to her most sensitive spot.

"You have to help me out Teresa; I need you to help me out this time, please?" It was almost as if he was begging her, pleading for her to help make it better for her.

"I don't need—"

"No, please, I can't…I need you to do this, I need to know that you…" he groaned, a deep animalistic sound. "Please Teresa, I want—need you to finish with me, please…"

She finally agreed, helping him find pleasure for herself and him at the same time. She could feel the pleasure building, could tell by the look on his face that he was close. She didn't hold off when she felt her pleasure building, wanting to spill over, she came again, calling his name. It didn't take much after that for him to come; a few pounding thrusts and he was spent, collapsing on top of her.

"I never, I never actually thought that…" Jane was panting as he carefully rolled off her.

"Yeah, no kidding." Lisbon looked over at him and smiled. She never thought that when Pink woke her up that night that she would end up, laying next to Patrick Jane, naked, and as happy as she'd been in a very long time.