[ The Mentalist- Fanfiction] Denied Gratification or Jane's revenge
Done moonths ago as answer to anon's request : Jane and Lisbon and denied gratification....
It was the first case after the forced vacation in consequence of his encounter with Red John and the following death of three people, and Lisbon doesn't know if she hates more herself or him.
It's not like she really, really hates him, but she is quite scared, a good part of her is sure he is plotting something - he knew she knew who the murderer was just like he did, so keeping her in the dark about the killer's identity wasn't such a form of vengeance. She knows she has been mean and horrible, of course she does, she knows that using his love for his daughter was wrong, but he wasn't leaving her any choice. In six months, she had many, too many close calls about the concrete possibility of losing her job because of him, and if hurting a bit his feeling is the only way of keeping her badge, well, she knows it's not exactly worthy being in the Director's graces, but it's not like he leaves her any choice.
It's almost midnight when the doorbell rings and she is forced to abandon her reverie and her strawberries with cream to see who the hell dares to visit her at such an unholy hour of the night-no, wait, she knows who dares, there' just one person in the whole world who wouldn't have a problem about visit her past midnight, and that person is a certain pain in ass, former fake psych, current consultant, called Patrick Jane.
And in fact, when she opens the door, here he is, Patrick Jane, grinning like usual, even if this night there's something more in his eyes. He is checking her out, head to feet, and there's no denying that he is appreciating the view (like he has never seen before Lisbon with just her 99 Lisbon Jersey and lingerie…)
"You don't mind me coming in, right?" Jane doesn't wait for a reply, and before Lisbon could do something about it, he is already past her, in her living room, discharging his jacket on her couch, , grinning like usual, vest unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up with hands in his pockets " Relax, woman, I don't bite. Actually, I'm here to apologize"
She doesn't reply, she is quite scared, also because she is sure he is planning something, so she simply lifts her eyebrows, and when Jane enters in her kitchen and starts prepare himself tea, she follows him, keeping a little distance but never let it go of him, looking with suspicion at every move he makes.
"The fact, Lisbon, is that you are right, I'm distancing myself from you all, but you in particular, my dear, and I know I shouldn't, because…. Strawberries with cream!" his eyes shine and even if it's like a child he usually behaves in this kind of situations (it's not strange to see Jane distracted by things, his attention can't last long), there's something… weird in him when he grabs one of the fruits, leaning against the kitchen, facing Lisbon who's in front of him, leaning against the table. "Because you are a grown up woman, and grown up women can look after themselves and take their own decisions…." His husky voice is barely a whisper when he bits into the fruit, licking slowly the drops of juice left and then his lips, his blue eyes into Teresa's green ones.
Is it just her impression, or suddenly the room and the situation are filled with sexual tension? If she didn't know Jane any better, she'd say that what she keeps seeing in his eyes is lust…
"No" he simply says, grinning, biting again the fruit, and not breaking eye contact. "Sexual tension is something that, once released, is all about primal need, instinct, there's just the urge to mate, and the human being is forgotten, not in control" she finds suddenly trapped, her ass against the table, his hands at her sides, Jane in front if her, his breath hot and steady on her lips" and tonight I'm in total control"
He gets closer, and in a quick movement he bits her earlobe, sucking it voluptuously; Teresa gasps when she realizes it was just a distraction, because, in the meantime, his hands has found the violet lacy thong previously hidden by her long t-shirt; when he removes it, quickly, tossing the undergarment unceremoniously on the kitchen floor, grinning against her skin, she doesn't protest.
She remains in absolute silence as he keeps grinning against the tender skin, the same skin he kisses, sucks and bites into, neck, shoulders, lobes…she has to remain in silence, Lisbon is too surprised by this for even just thinking about something, because this is just unbelievable, because this is Jane, Patrick Jane, the man who still is faithful to his wife even if she died seven years prior, the man who hated any second of his date with Kristina Frey, and because…. "Jane…." She whispers in his ear, her breath hot on his neck, and as soon as the sound leaves her lips, Lisbon is quite sure it sounds more like a moaning or a plea.
He stops the heavenly torture on her skin, his breath again on her lips, taking one of her hands in his own, scaring Lisbon, because kisses and holding hands are gestures too intimate, and there's nothing intimate about what he is doing to her, but he simply grins as he talks, his lips millimeters from her own. "Calling me by a girl name while we are going at it? That's a turn off, my dear, and you don't want to turn me off, right?" just to prove his point, he moves the hand he is holding where he has always wanted it to be right from the moment he took it, on the prominent bulge on his pants, where his erection is hidden by too many levels of clothes, and, enjoying the reaction she is provoking him, the only thing Lisbon can think of doing is grinning while squeezing it just a little, just to make him understand that she is totally ok with what they are doing and is enjoying it, and a lot, but, apparently, Jane has other ideas, because he quickly moves her finger away, disappointing her. "Patience, woman, patience, you'll have your fun, just not now. As I told you, I'm the one in control this night, and I think I deserve it, considering how long it has been for me. You'll let me have my fun, you'll not get into my way and you'll enjoy every single second of It." she doesn't even bother to answer or to nod, she simply bites her lips to repress the moans, both of pleasure and of anticipation, as he gets on his knees, his hands busy lifting the jersey, removing it completely from her body, leaving her on the table with just a bra, a match for the thong; she shivers in delight, not regretting for a moment her choice of lingerie of the day, a thong, not exactly the most comfortable piece of lingerie, but definitely sexy and arousing, and a bra with the clasp on the front and strapless- Jane seems to agree with her choice, quite satisfied that she'll have to stay still to remove it, and will not have to lifts her hands from the wood of the table; he hasn't felt that powerful before, not even with all his schemes, he is in control, in control of Teresa Lisbon, and she is melting under his lips and hands.
He kisses and bites and sucks every inch of skin he meets on his way up from her stomach, giving particular attention to her breasts, the nipples in particular, while his hands starts to play with her clit, just skimming over it; he is still completely clothed, but Lisbon doesn't mind, not until he keeps doing what he is doing to her right now. She isn't even too disappointed when he removes her hands from his curls, where she has put them to keep him against her, no space between their bodies, because she simply HAD to feel him hard against her body, Jane can really does what he wants until he keeps this game going on. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm the one in control, woman?" there's no fun in his voice as he whispers on her nipples, hot breath stimulating them even more, he really is in control, and the only emotion present in his is lust and want; she has never felt like that before, like a pawn in a man's hands, but it feels damn good, he can do what he wants and she'll not get in the way.
He spreads her legs wide open, slowly, keeping biting her nipples, already hard and erect, while looking at her face, and it's in that moment that Lisbon feels something wet on her fold, wet and soft, not exactly what she'd like right now; she looks down, looking at Jane, grinning satisfied, Jane, who's stimulating her with a half-eaten strawberry, who keeps skimming over her femininity with it, slowly and eating her with his darkened eyes - she could come just for that.
But she doesn't, like she doesn't when he sprays her with cream, just there where he has previously passed the strawberry, where he has left sugary juice at her opening, her hot and wet, very, very wet opening. She just gasps, she opens her eyes because she is done with keeping them closed because she wants to see how their body will fit together, doesn't matter what part of his body will enter her, and she wants to come and she knows that she'll come just looking at him, at how lust filled the man is, she even puts her legs around his shoulders to keep him where she wants and how she wants him.
But, apparently, Jane doesn't like the idea, because with same voice of before, he removes her legs from his body, with decision and command. "I'm the one in command. This night, you'll obey me, Lisbon. This night you'll let it go of your boss identity and you'll do as I say; so, now put your legs like I put them before and close your eyes. After all, your releases last longer when you keep them closed, and don't tell me I'm wrong, because I know I'm not." The last part is merely a low, husky whisper, and she can't help but following his orders, because his voice is hypnotizing (that has to be why he is so good at it) and because he is right: when she has sex, if she keeps her eyes closed, focused on the waves of pleasure and the pleasure only, her pleasure, her releases last longer (besides, these are just the preliminaries, she'll have all the times to drink in the sight of Jane, of Patrick, later, when he'll finally really, royally fuck her, not just tease her or pleasure her with food and hands and lips).
"You know, dear, I've wondered for quite a long time what Lisbon with cream and strawberries would taste like…" he was right, she realizes as his hands abandon her clit to pay attention to her breasts, stroking them, torturing them, a torture so sweet and so wonderful she is dying to have her orgasm, already knowing it will be the orgasm of her life; she arches her back, her groin fractioning against the man's face, her fists closed around the table cloth to be more steady, moaning, gasping, close to the orgasm but not there yet, her breathing heavy, her heartbeat erratic. Jane, Patrick, was right because it is so much better now that she keeps her eyes closed, that she gives up control, gives up control so that he could be in control, and in control he is.
He is in control when his tongue starts to draw circles on her folds, skimming over them; he is in control when he licks them, when he laps her wet femininity with lust, like a caveman who has been celibate for a way too long and can't wait to feel what's like to be inside a woman with every part of his being again, like a starving animal; he is in control when he penetrates Lisbon with his tongues, in a quick movement, without giving second thoughts, in the same way he would do it if he was impaling the woman on his dick; he is in control when he stimulates and explores her insides, her wet and thigh walls, with his tongue, cream and strawberry juice long gone, already in his mouth, all the time looking at her pleasured features, at Lisbon, who keep moaning at whispering "Patrick" at closed eyes, prisoner of the ecstasy he is brining her…
…and he is in control when, with a quick movement, removes himself from her body, shocking Lisbon. He simply pats her on the shoulders, like she was a stubborn kid that just had a lecture and learned her lesson, and all she can do is standing still sat on the table, eyes wide open, while he grins satisfied with his megawatt smile.
"That, Lisbon dear, it's what happens when you lie and/or try to manipulate me. Next time you think of doing it again, I want you to remember this moment first, considering the pros and cons, and if you'll not behave, I'll not allow you to have your release, just like now, and you wanted to have it, right' because, heaving someone making you come is so much better than coming while touching yourself while you think of me, even if you come nevertheless." He gets closer, his breath hot on her neck as he goes on. And her breath dies in her throat "And don't think that I'm not aware of the fact that you have the secret desire of me, making you come multiple times on the bullpen at night, when we are alone… you want to see that dream coming true, don't you, Lisbon? "
He kisses her on the lips, but it's not about feelings, because he is lustfully kisses her, explores her mouth, bits her lips and her own tongue, trying to make her remember that he is supposed to be the one in control. He gets harder, and he can't believe it was even possible, when he realizes that tasting herself mixed with cream and strawberries through him, on his lips, is turning her on in an unbelievable way.
He knows that he is good, he has always been, but it's quite surprised that, even with all his effort to prolong the sweet agony, she hasn't come yet. He decides that he wants to see if he'll be able to do everything he has in mind and excite her further more without making he come like he wants to- he has been clear, he was going to get his revenge, and brining there, that close to the most amazing orgasm she could ever feel but not there, will be his vengeance. He doesn't matter that she'll probably makes herself come thinking about it on her own later, it will never be like what he'll do to her if she'll learn that he is the one who leis and manipulate and that she can't control and command him.
He puts both if his hands at work, two fingers of his right penetrating her, stroking her hard, the other first unzip his trousers, then takes hold of Lisbon's right and puts it in his boxers, so that she could feel his erection, he wants to let her know just how much she'll miss for her misbehave, he wants to let her know how hard he can be, how big, mostly, he wants to torture her, he wants her to have a taste of him, he wants to know she'll stroke herself to orgasm in her own room or at the office thinking about how it could be like having him inside her, how it could be to have something that big inside every part of her body.
But, apparently, Lisbon hasn't learned her lesson at all, because grinning she tries to get an hold of his erection, tries to stroke him, she can't help but thinking about giving him a hand job that he'll never forget, but he stops her, he removes her hand. He told her before- he is the one in control. "Next time, Lisbon, it will be ALL yours, to do as you prefer, but you'll have to behave…"
He leaves, grinning and smiling, without even bother to clean himself from the cream, the strawberry juice and her juices, and it's then, when she is sat on the table, naked, high, unsatisfied for her missing releases, already touching herself thinking about what Patrick has done and could do and will do to have that release, it's then that she release that he has kept his promise- he had his vengeance.
But she is already plotting her payback, actually, she is fantasying about it while stroking herself to orgasm, just like he had foreseen while making her almost come- she'll never be able to think the same of her kitchen, it's simply right that he'd never be able to do the same with his car or his beloved couch.