Red Hot Lunaris Part 3
It was difficult to slip off wet jeans, tee-shirt and bra but somehow she managed. Lisbon had to wrestle Jane into position. He was still so shocked by the kiss, he had almost not recovered in time to notice she was wriggling around on his pelvis trying to coax some life into his penis, not an easy task in the cooling water.
"Lisbon?" He squeaked. "What are you – are you sure you want to – "OW!" He gasped when she had nearly bent "him" double.
"Sorry." She muttered and kissed him again to stifle any more protests. "Come on, Jane, you know you want to."
It was the wrong thing to say, apparently as he pushed her off and sat up. "What's gotten into you?" He said and it was her turn to be startled. He was actually upset. Lisbon sat up, groaning at her situation. I'm in love with a prude, she thought. It had to be the vests. They were magic somehow, or cursed. Somehow they turned him into a gentleman and as charming as his dignified as his manners toward women were, and as loyal as his heart and flesh still were toward his wife, it was also clearly going to be a problem.
"Jane," She said. "Come on, this is perfect."
Jane was about to stand when he remembered he had no clothes on. "No, it isn't." He answered. "I'd like to think if I'm going to cheat on my wife; it isn't going to be just some meaningless frolic."
""Cheat" on your wife?" Lisbon repeated back to him. "I got news for you – "
Jane waved away what she was about to say. "I know, I know, she's dead, so it can't be cheating." He said. "Well, it may not be actually be cheating, but it still feels like cheating."
Lisbon had to know. "Jane, are you still so in love with her that you think you'll never be able to move on?"
He shook the water from his hair, spraying her in a shower of droplets. "One midnight romp is not moving on. Now turn your head."
"Why?" She asked.
He frowned. "Because I want to get out of the water now. I'd like to get dressed."
That was not what she had in mind at all. "Jane..." she reached out to touch his face. Surprisingly he let her. "I don't want a one night romp." She said. "I want more than that. I want two, three nights - lots of nights." She stroked his cheek. "Every night."
His expression was peeved. "You hit me." He said quietly, his dignity affronted. "Angela never hit me."
Lisbon sighed. It was the gods who had cursed her to fall in love with a dandified, tea-drinking adolescent. Had to be. "I won't ever hit you in the nose again, I promise." She said, though not letting him off the hook "But you were cruel."
"Didn't mean to be." He said.
Maybe it was true. Maybe, with some of things in life, things he had not been exposed to growing up, like not terrifying the woman you supposedly considered a friend, Jane possessed no filters. It was going to be fascinating hearing about his younger years, the times of his life that had nothing to do with Red John or murder. "Okay. I believe you."
He made ready to stand. "Can I go now?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Lisbon I'm tired and my face hurts."
"I have a question."
Jane sat back in the water with a little splash. "Fine, Miss Mushy Lips, what's the question?"
"Do you love me, Jane?" She smiled, because she knew she did. She loved this man, as insane as it was, as insane as he was, she did. Denying it anymore would just be stupid. "Do you?"
It was out there, now all he had to do was answer. It was obvious from his face that he was struggling with it. Maybe he didn't feel the same way. Or maybe he was too afraid to commit to it. Maybe he never would be ready. Maybe Misses Angela Jane had too powerful a grip on his heart even now. Or maybe it was guilt that had him locked in its unforgiving fist, but his eyes searched her as though looking for the answer there.
He sighed, a long heavy exchange of lung air that sounded old and tired. "Yes." He finally said. "I mean how could I not?"
Good. That was good. She offered an upturned palm to him. A simple shrug-like gesture. "Then why -?"
"Because if we ...start this, for me it can't stop." He said simply.
The intensity behind his words was a little disconcerting - a tad frightening actually. What did taking on Jane romantically mean exactly? He would have to explain himself better than that. "I don't think I..."
"Do you have any idea," He asked, "what losing you would do to me?"
Lisbon stared back, completely out of her depth now. "Um...er - not really...no..." Hurt him? Drive him insane? Would he hurt himself? "I have no plans to cheat on you, you know."
"That's not what I mean." Jane smiled softly and took her hand in his two, holding it closely, stroking her fingers with his own. It was a remarkably sensual gesture and she could feel her heart responding to it, speeding up. "I'm over forty years old, Teresa. I have no family. No place that I think of as home anymore...and I'm tired. I'm also looking for a serial killer whom I plan to kill when I find him, no matter what the consequences to me are, even if that means I go to jail or he kills me too, which would mean that I would ."
So if Jane didn't take her as his own, then he couldn't lose her either, she reasoned. "So you want me to promise...what? That I'll hide my eyes when you kill Red John, even though it's against the law?" He knew her well enough to know that the Law meant something to her. But what he didn't know was that he meant something to her, too. He meant a lot actually. More and more each day.
"I mean I can't promise to do the right thing according to the law when the time comes. I mean I want him dead." He underlined it. "Not sitting in a jail cell writing his memoirs and signing a contract for a movie in which my murdered wife and child are prominent features."
Of course he wouldn't. It was hardly an unreasonable desire. "You know, Jane, it'll probably come down to that anyway, Red John dying I mean. It'll either be we kill him or he kills us. I don't expect him to give himself up only to face the death penalty."
"We?" He asked, noting the plural.
"Of course, we." She said. "You think I want you going all half-cocked after Red John on your own again? No way. You'd probably get lost."
He let out a small guff of laughter but it quickly died.
Was Jane worth it? Was he worth compromising her principles just enough to affect the outcome of whatever may come where Red John was concerned? Because bad things happened - didn't they? – To even the best laid CBI plan. A gun can go off, someone can fall down a cliff, or a knife can slip and slice into an artery. Lots of bad things in fact.
Was Jane worth ignoring such an accident if or when it should occur? Yes. Absolutely, yes. It wasn't even a debate anymore. "You want me to say that I'll help you kill Red John when we find him?" she asked. "No, I can't make that promise." She said. "But unexpected circumstances happen every day on the job. And suspects die all the time while in police custody, Patrick." She tried out his first name. It fell from her lips without a hitch. Not as familiar as "Jane" but she could get used to it. "You know, by accident."
He stared back at her, and she wondered if it was enough for him. Too vague?
"Yes." She said. "I mean..."
That seemed to settle him. She kissed him. "Now do you want me to come swimming or not?"
He smiled and leaned over to whisper it into her ear. "Yes, I want you to come... swimming." Then he kissed her just below her earlobe and a shiver ran down her body. He really was a con-man.
Shedding her clothes, she pushed him down and settled onto his straining erection. "O-h-h-h-h-h..." It had been months and months since she'd seen Walter Mashburn, not that she had Walter in her head at that moment but it was delicious having a cock inside her again, most especially since it was Jane's cock.
Lisbon rocked on him gentle for a while, savouring the hard feel of him, and the incredible sensations of his hands cupping her ass and the muscles of his chest flexing beneath her fingers. But things were not advancing quickly enough for him it seemed because in a show of strength that sent her head spinning, in one single smoothly executed motion he flipped her over onto her ass and drove his cock into her feverishly, relentlessly pounding into her while devouring her lips and plunging her mouth with his tongue. The sand beneath her gave this way and that and she shifted with it, all the while Jane pumped madly, seemingly trying to nail her to the earth.
Lisbon responded by lifting her hips up to meet him with each thrust. He was getting close, pulling out and then driving home faster and deeper – with each thrust he was striking her cervix and she knew if she did not keep up with the long deprived Jane, she wasn't going to get a finale'.
When he came he groaned loudly into her ear, clutching at her head and shoulders blindly and biting into her neck until it actually hurt. But it was a good hurt she decided, and unexpected treat from a man she had assumed would be rather reserved under the covers - or in the water as it turned out.
The love nibble was erotic and secretly she hoped it'd leave a mark for a while. She was branded now. She belonged to him. And he was hers - finally-god-finally!
Jane, unaware of her thoughts, was caught up in the moment and continued to pump madly, even after his orgasm had to be long over but Lisbon did not complain as just then she came too, wrapping her legs around him while a short but satisfying wave of pleasure came and faded, one that she wished would have gone on and on and on. But with practise...
After a few minutes of lying on top of her panting, Lisbon kissed his cheek and said. "Hey, I'm drowning here."
Jane rolled off with a self-depreciating grin. "Sorry - didn't want to break the moment."
She didn't want him to go too far, though, and took his hand, making him lie down in the water beside her, entwining her fingers in his, so he understood that he was hers now and no arguing. "Oh we are going to be doing that a lot." She announced.
Jane turned his head to look at her. "Lisbon, you are a devil. I should run for the hills."
Lisbon said "But you won't."
He stared up at the stars and the moon, its blood-rust colour lightening over to its normal yellow-white. Jane didn't believe in signs, but maybe it was one anyway. "No, I won't." He answered.
Lisbon sat up. As much as she would have loved to stay out there and talk like two lovers, or ride him like a thoroughbred again, they really did have an early morning. "Look, we need to keep this under wraps for now until I can figure out some way around the rules. Since you're a consultant there might be some wiggle room.
"I like the way you say wiggle."
She slapped his arm. "Jane, I'm serious. No bragging how you scored with the boss until I figure this out."
Jane suddenly laughed out loud, possibly the first time she had ever heard him emit genuine guffaws of laughter. "You really ought not to put such wicked desires into my head, Lisbon, unless you want me to brag of course? I could develop a rating system..."
She slapped him again, harder this time. "Stop it."
"You hit me."
"On the arm –whoopee-ding. You are such a baby."
He smirked at her. "But you love me."
"But you love me."
She stopped, knowing it was just a game they had been playing for years. "Yes. I do." She stood up and he took a moment to admire her naked form while she collected her soaked clothing from the edge of the lake. "Come on. Let's go in. I'm cold now."
He sat up and she threw him his pants. As he slipped into them - "I'm sneaking into your room tonight, you know."
She zipped up and pulled her tee-shirt over her head, not bothering to try and put on a wet bra', which would only chafe. "I figured. If anybody see's you, I'll kill you."
"You're so violent."
She smirked. "But you love me."
"And bossy and demanding."
"But you love me."
He watched her slip into her flat sneakers. "Yes I do."
The next day, back at the office, Lisbon made herself coffee in the kitchenette. Van Pelt entered and took a bottle of water out of the fridge.
"Enjoy your swim?" Van Pelt asked.
Lisbon looked sharply at her. "Who said I went-?" Then stopped at the knowing expression on her underling's face. Lisbon asked "How did you know?"
Van Pelt shrugged. "Good view from my window." And how. "Don't worry, I won't say anything." She had her own secrets to keep. And her own plans. Later she would call Rigsby and find some way to make it up to him, though not by telling him of course. There were other ways. She wondered if there were any all-night outdoor swimming pools in the area.
For a reason she could not define Lisbon found herself blushing. "Thanks." No other information was required.
Van Pelt sipped from her bottle. "Just returning the favour."
Lisbon understood. For her and Rigsby.
Lisbon stirred her coffee. "Yeah?"
Lisbon nodded. Grace's sincerity was unmistakable. She was a good person.
Van Pelt passed Jane on his way from the bullpen to the kitchen.
"Good morning." He said cheerfully.
Despite what she knew was the shortness of his night, he looked rested. Van Pelt smiled to herself, the devil in her eye. "Good morning J-a-a-ne." She answered back in a sing-song. As Jane passed, she landed a sharp slap on his left butt cheek.
She heard him freeze in his tracks and turn to stare after her. In her mind's eye Van Pelt could see the shocked look on his face.
"Sorry." She muttered. "My hand slipped."