Resolution

TITLE: Resolution

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: The Mentalist

SHIP: Grace (Van Pelt) / Wayne (Rigsby)

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season one, Episode ?

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - SEASON 1, EPISODE ?. Van Pelt and Rigsby deal with the unresolved issues between them.

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

Grace closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. The information on her computer screen had started to run together in a meaningless string and she needed to take a break, but she knew the answer she was looking for was somewhere in there. She suddenly noted how quiet it was and looked at the time. It was well past six and the office had emptied without her noticing. She frowned and realized people had indeed said goodbye to her, she had just been too engrossed in the suspect search she was currently busy with.

She sighed and blinked her eyes open. She rolled her shoulders and then reached behind her to attempt to ease the tension at the small of her neck. She jumped and let out a little squeak of shocked surprise when a large, strong hand brushed hers away. "Jesus, Rigsby. You nearly scared me out of my skin." She admonished him, but it didn't have much sting as she followed it with a drawn out, low moan when his hands settled on her shoulders and neck and started to massage her them with warm, rhythmic pressure. At, his gentle urging, she let her head drop forward and his thumbs ran up the back of her neck in little circles working away the knots she hadn't even known had build up there.

She should stop him. This was inappropriate workplace behavior, but it felt so good. "Grace, you should go home. You've been at it for six hours straight, the case will still be there on Monday morning." His deep voice suggested. "Look who's talking. What are you doing here this late on a Friday evening? Thought you'd be out chasing tail with Cho." She countered. "Couldn't leave you here alone, now could I?" he explained simply, his fingers draining the tension out of her with what she realized was expert skill and careful attention.

"I'm a big girl, Wayne. I can take care of myself." She informed him as she relaxed. "I know." He acknowledged. "But, that doesn't mean you shouldn't let someone else take care of you sometimes." He continued. "Hmmmm that feels good. I suppose you're right." She said softly. Relaxation turned into something else as she realized how good his touch really was and her body started to react in response to the stimuli. "Thanks, Rigsby, that was great." She told him hurriedly as she shrugged her shoulders and patted his hand, lifting her head. His hands stilled, but he didn't take them off her, their warmth still seeping into her skin through her blouse. "A pleasure, Grace." He told her, lightly squeezing her shoulders one more time before lifting his hands.

There was something in his voice; a wistfulness and resignation that made her feel suddenly guilty. She knew that he had feeling for her, he'd told her exactly what they were when he was hopped up on painkillers after he had gotten burned while saving someone's life. He'd told her he loved her and she could see it in his eyes everyday, the way his eyes always followed her and a hundred and one little things that could be written off as chivalry, but that he was always there to do for her. She'd responded to his declaration with rhetoric on department policy. She was attracted to the large, solid, ruggedly handsome, fellow CBI agent. She had been, from the beginning. He was a good guy and she liked him more and more as she got to know him better, but love? They hadn't spoken of it since.

Grace took a deep breath and then spun her chair to face him, a little surprised that he was still standing so close, forcing her to look up at him. "I... guess we should talk." She proposed. "About?" he wondered, shifting back and retrieving his own chair to sit facing her. "About what you told me when you were loopy on painkillers." She clarified. "That... hmmm... they really should put better warnings on those things. I was really out of it. I can hardly remember half the things I said." He responded, his eyes cast down, avoiding hers, his voice soft and his hands fidgeting on his lap. "Wayne, you told me that you..." she started, but he cut her off. "I told you I love you." He finished for her, taking a deep breath as his lifted his eyes to meet hers. She noticed the tense of his statement. "It was the drugs talking." He informed her. "Oh." She said in response, quickly shifting her gaze from his as she felt a surprisingly strong twinge of disappointment.

"Grace... The circumstances don't make it any less true though. I just wouldn't have had the guts to tell you if I wasn't so out of it. I do love you. I think I have since the day I met you. It sounds strange, I know, but I felt a connection. Lisbon hadn't even introduced you as part of the team yet. I was behind you in line for coffee and you forgot your change. I went after you to return it and you flashed that pretty smile of yours at me. I wanted to ask you out right then, but my phone rang and then you were gone. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I got to the office and there you were." He continued, leaning forward. She looked at him blankly, not remembering the incident at all.

"I..." she started uncertainly. "You don't remember. It's okay. I'm not surprised. I'm not exactly the most memorable of guys. "Wayne... No. I...I had so much going on... I was so nervous joining CBI. That whole first day is a blur to me. I don't even know half the things I did and said and I don't have pain meds to blame." She tried to explain inadequately, at least getting the hint of a smile from him.

"It's okay, Grace. I know you don't feel the same way about me. You're so far out of my league it's like we're playing different sports." He told her with self-deprecation. Her nervousness and uncertainty suddenly burned away on a wave of unreasonable anger. "Wayne Rigsby you're an idiot. You have so much to offer. Any girl would be lucky to go out with you. You're tall and handsome and funny and gentle and smart and tall!" she told him in a heated voice, leaning forward to emphasize her points. "You said tall twice." He informed her.

She started to retort, but he could move fast for a big guy and she couldn't get a word out as he was suddenly out of his chair and his large hands cupped her cheeks and he was pressing his lips to hers. She shifted back in surprise, but he moved with her, his hands warm on her cheeks, his lips demanding against hers. She groaned softly and surrendered, reversing her retreat and letting him guide her head as she opened her mouth under his and hungrily accepted his kiss. His tongue wrestled sinuously with hers and explored her mouth as their lips slid and sucked against each other and her hands were sliding up his arms to wrap around his neck when he suddenly pulled away.

"Why'd you stop?!" she almost wanted to wail as looked at him in stunned confusion, still feeling the echo of his lips on hers as he slumped back into his seat, his chest heaving just like she could feel hers doing. Her body had reacted to his kiss with intense alacrity. Her skin felt hot and her nipples scraped against the cups of her bra as they expanded and stiffened. There was a flutter in her stomach that had nothing to do with not having had dinner yet. She rubbed her thighs together as her sex flexed and twisted against itself trying to scratch the sweet itch of arousal that was quickly starting to grow.

"You can slap me now, it was so worth it." He offered, breathlessly, slowly licking his lips, whether out of nervousness or as if he were trying to gather up the last taste of her, she couldn't tell. She was out of her seat and doing just that, the sound of her hand connecting with his cheek reverberating unusually loudly in the silent office. "That was for stopping, you idiot." She almost growled at him in frustration as she straddled his legs and settled onto his lap before she copied his move, took his face in her hands and kissed him.

His response was more immediate than hers. One of his thick arms wrapped around the small of her back and pulled her closer to him and she could feel that she was not the only one aroused. The bulge of his growing erection pressed against her taut belly, hot even through the layers of their clothing. She ground against it, breathing heavily through her nose as his other hand wound into her hair. She felt the clip holding it strain, tugging at her hair and then slip free as he cupped her head and his fingers massaged her scalp as their heads shifted while they kissed hungrily. She let her fingers slide through his hair, the short strands tickling them as she undulated against him, flattening her breasts against the hard, unyielding planes of his chest. Her bra suddenly felt too small and impossibly restrictive. Her skin had that itchy, tingly feel that made her clothes feel uncomfortable and irritating.

She broke the kiss when oxygen became an issue, tightening her grip on his head and guiding his lips to the column of her neck. She groaned as his tongue swirled across her skin and then he was sucking lightly at her pulse point, his tongue tapping against her skin to the beat of her racing heart. "Lisbon's going to be pissed when she finds me sleeping at my desk." She heard him mutter as his lips moved lower, his tongue dipping into the hollow at the base of her throat when she guided him there. She lifted his head, dragging his lips off her burning skin, feeling him resisted as she tilted his head until their eyes met. "Wayne... You're not dreaming. This is real." She told him quietly, calmly, clearly even though her chest was heaving and her sex rubbed and twisted against itself on a growing river of sex grease with anticipation of where she wanted them to go from here.

"I have to be." He responds while his eyes searched her face as if to find the truth of her words although his hands had slid down onto her ass and he was slowly, but firmly kneading it. "Why?" she enquired, unable to stop herself grinding against the bulge at his crotch and back against his strong hands. "Because, if this is real, then... Then it means you have feelings for me and..." he tried to explain, but she stopped him by pressing her lips to his again with undeniable passion. She felt his dick lurch against her as he returned her kiss with equal force.

When their lips part she was panting and her desire and arousal were coursing through her blood, flooding her system with the pounding beat of her heart. "Yes, Wayne, I do have feelings for you. It also means we have a lot to talk about, but that's for later. Please tell me we're alone." She groaned as a small, very small unaffected part of her brain reminded her they were in the CBI offices. "Yes. Everyone has left already, even Jane." He informed her. "Are you sure?" she pressed. "Yes." He responded simply. "Good." She acknowledged and she slid back creating a little separation between then and reached for his belt. "Grace?" he called her name in shock and apprehension.

"It's okay... I want this, Wayne. I know you do too." She stated softly, running her hand lightly along the bulge tenting the front of his trousers. He doesn't protest any further, in fact, his hands go to work on the buttons of her blouse as she undoes his belt, undoes and finally unzips his trousers. He started to drag her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt when he suddenly stops with a heavy groan as she reached into the fly of his shorts and fished his erection out of it. "Is this for me?" she asks as she skimmed her fist up along his thick, hot, throbbing length. It is a long journey and she smiled to herself. He really was a big boy, all over. "Oh... That feels so good." He admitted as she stroked him and he finally managed to free her blouse and push it off her shoulders.

Grace roughly loosened his tie enough to yank it over his head and dropped it behind them. She is torn between concentrating on trying to undo the buttons of his shirt and keeping her other hand slowly exploring his thick, twitching shaft. She was grateful when his hands took over the task of undoing his shirt and she lets her hand slide onto the hard, curved planes of his chest. His skin is warm, surprising smooth and hairless, his nipple was a rougher, low cone that she tweaked and tested between her fingers. She felt his heart racing under her palm, steady and strong and she is amazed that she can feel it echoed in the pulse of his manhood against her grip. She pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders once he had freed the buttons. It only slid down to his elbows, trapped by the chair back behind him and the tied cuffs, but it is enough.

His lips found her exposed skin as warm blooms of wet pressure that travel down the column of her neck to her shoulders and then lower. He jerked and twitched in her hand and she found slippery moisture at his tip and spread it around to aid the movement of her hand up and down his length. She licked her lips because they feel hot and swollen as his find the upper curves of her breasts and her cleavage. His tongue dips into the shadowed valley, leaving a wet trail behind. Her brassier isn't of the sexy variety, it was meant for comfort and serviceability, now it served neither purpose. It felt restraining instead of supportive and the material felt scratchy against her sensitized skin. The sturdy cups were a prison against which her stiff and still-swelling nipples continued to scrape and press with sparks of sensation that were both enjoyable and irritating. Its saving grace was that its clasp was in the front, a fact that she made him aware of with breathless urgency.

He got it on the second attempt and the release of pressure brought a sigh from her lips. The air felt nice and cool against the exposed skin of her breasts and straining nipples, but she didn't feel it for long as his lips captured her left while his hand cupped the right. Both his hand and mouth were urgent and insistent and she pressed into them as they sent warm waves of sensation radiating into her chest. She moans as his tongued rapidly flicks the taut tingling tube of her nipple rapidly before his teeth tested its resilience with light nips followed by his swirling tongue to sooth away the echoes of pressure that remain.

Rigby's cock pulsed in her grip and when she reached the tip she finds it wet and slippery. His lips vibrate against her skin as he moans when she collected his clear, natural lubrication and with a twisting, squeezing hand coats his length as she pumps it. If, it's at all possible, she thought he's grown even harder and larger. She licked her lips to wet them before pinning the lower one behind her teeth, her eyes half closed and fluttering as he reaches between them with his free hand and cups her sex, thick, strong fingers rubbing her through the cotton of her panties. Her balance is a little precarious, but she can't help but rock her hips and grind against his hand as her cream floods out of her as if trying to douse the delicious heat and fiery friction of his fingers. She fondles his balls, feeling his hips jerk as she gently weighed and stroked them.

The need in her has grown to a buzzing, insistent itch and she knew there was only one way to scratch it. "I... I want you inside me, Wayne... Please?" she admitted low and breathless, a quiver running through her as his thumb rubbed a tight circle of pressure over her exposed, yet cotton covered clit sending a hot surge of pleasure snaking up her spine. He raised his head and the gaze that meets hers is part awe, part dazed, part understanding and all passion. Grace finally fully understood the truth of her words, she really does want this, she really does want him and it isn't just about what they are about to do. He tries to hike her skirt up higher, his hand hot on the sides of her thighs, but the skirt is too tight and the cut of her panties are high-waisted and he can't reach the waistband. "I really need to where sexier underwear to work." A small strangely unaffected voice notes in the back of her mind. He made a growl of frustration, the sound rumbling his chest against her breasts. The sound was animalistic and very masculine. Grace liked it coming from him.

"Just... Just pull them aside." She suggested, her frustration and need evident in the urgency of her voice. She raised herself slightly, already moving to position herself over him as he pulled the crotch of her panties down and to the side. The cotton is saturated and clung to her folds for a moment before coming free. She frowns when he lets go and the undergarment slid back into place, a damp caress that was unexpected, but not unpleasant. "It's okay... Just..." she insists reaching to do it herself. She sees his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "I've got a condom in my wallet." He said by way of explanation. He is being responsible and she can't fault him, but her need is well past the point of rationality and she realized she doesn't want anything between them, even if it's the right thing to do.

"I'm... I'm on the pill... I... Please?" she said, not quite able to find the words to explain what she wanted, but needing him to understand. "Please?" she repeated, her sex throbbing in counter point to his cock in her hand where it is wrapped around his base. "Grace." He whispers her name before his lips pressed against hers and then he was kissing and sucking at her lower lip as he slid the obstructing material away from her sex as she guides herself over him. She groaned as the tip of his cock brushed and then slid through her folds. In, her haste, the first attempt to guide him to her entrance missed and she inhaled sharply as he brushes her clit with a spark of sensation. His hands on her hips take a firmer grip, giving her more support and she concentrates a little more on her second attempt, successfully seating him at her entrance, letting just enough weight drop to wedge him in place, just starting to stretch her, but not quite sliding into her yet.

Their eyes met as she remained there, poised and tense. She watched as his eyes slowly closed with a soft drawn out sigh whistling from her lips while her eyes widened and her breath hitched with a gasp as they both relaxed and gravity took control and she sank down onto him. Her intimate flesh, slick and eager still offered sweet resistance to his filling and stretching shaft, clutching and flexing to increase the delicious friction of his passage. He really was a large specimen of masculinity and she let out a soft whining moan that is part discomfort and part amazed enjoyment as she has to circle her hips slightly to aid her body's adjustment to his piercing length and stretching girth. She exhales heavily when, after what felt like a heavenly eternity she settled onto his lap, her sex clenching in pulsing waves, testing the hot, hard rod now residing in her core and her hips rocking slightly back and forth.

His strong hands are clenching and relaxing against the skin of her waist, his eyes half open as they both take time to get used to their intimate connection. "God, that feels so damn amazing." He groaned, his eyes opening to meet hers. "Yes... Yes it... is." She agreed, drawing in a sharp breath as he shifted and his angle changed mashing her clit between his stomach and the base of his cock sending a spark of pleasure rocketing across her senses. She rested her arms on his shoulders, one hand caressing the nape of his neck and the other testing the hard muscles over his shoulder blade. She closed her eyes for a moment, marshalling her strength and focus and then opened them as with his gentle guidance she rose and then settled back on him.

They started off slow, her movements slight, and her strokes shallow, his shaft staying mostly buried in her molten core. They made little adjustments, shifting until they found comfort and a steady rhythm. She loved the way he looked at her. It was like she was the only thing that existed for him. She only hoped her face expressed half as much emotion. She started to ride more of his length, increasing the range of her motions. Their lips met for short, intense kisses before exploring whatever skin they could reach. She murmured his name before her teeth worried at her lower lips and groaned deeply in satisfaction as he captured and suckled at one of her nipples while at the same time thrusting up into her. It took a few strokes, but they were soon in perfect sync, sharing the rocking, rolling, thrusting, circling, grinding, writhing, flexing, undulating, rising, falling rollercoaster ride of desire.

Pleasure roiled through her body and along her nerves like a wild, rambunctious horde of invaders, sending electric sparks and tingling explosions of sensation that made eyes alternately half-close and stretch wide. He told her how unbelievable she looks and feels; that she is almost glowing; how beautiful she is; how sexy she is; that he still can't quite believe he isn't dreaming. She slams down on him harder, tightening herself around him in a hard, squeezing pulse to prove the reality of their situation. Grace told him how wonderful he felt; how big he was, how complete he filled her and that she was sorry she had tried to deny what was between them; that she had kept him waiting so long after he told her how he felt. The last he halted with a hard almost bruising kiss, which he only broke when breathing became an issue. "Don't do that, Grace. We're here, now. That doesn't matter any more." his deep voice rumbled as he tucked a lock of her hair back behind her ear and his warm hand cupped her cheek, his thumb lightly stroking her cheek as their pace slows, but they don't stop moving.

The smile on her lips looked shy, soft and effortless when she picked it up reflected in his large, dark eyes. She doesn't respond with words, but turned her face and kissed his palm instead before finding his lips. She kissed him hungrily, putting her need and desire into the kiss as she revved up their pace again. His strong hands clutched at her back and shoulders, a warm caress before they wound into her hair. She broke their kiss, burying her face against his neck as she panted and moaned and mewled as her climax built with whirlwind speed as they strained together, his thick shaft lancing into her core as their bodies met and slid together. The chair underneath them creaked alarmingly, but neither of them was in any condition to care. Her breasts were flattened against his chest, her nipples almost stinging with the friction of sliding along his skin with electric arches of lightning connecting then to her flexing sex. She heard him grunt, his hips jerking, his hands tensing in her hair and on her skin. She felt a shudder go through him and it started a tremor in her as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.

"Grace." He gasped her name in tight, strained awe and she panted his name in response as she felt him thrust up hard inside her as she plunged down, his hips humping, driving his cock deeper with short, quick, powerful jabs while she ground down onto him. Wayne grunted and then she felt the liquid heat of his essence pump into her as he came. She responded in kind, surrendering to her need as pleasure exploded through her, clenching and locking her channel around his spasming manhood. Bliss washed over her in heavy, overlapping, superheated waves robbing her of conscious thought and co-ordination. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in quick succession, misfiring and quaking as climactic energy radiated through her nerves to leave every inch of her tingling and buzzing.

A scream bubbled up inside, her, primal and joyful and she threw her head back to release it, her movement somehow driving him even deeper inside her, sending another blastoff torturously delicious pleasure burning through her. Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his shoulders as her senses were buffeted by the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Her sex rippled and twisted around the unyielding steel of his pulsing shaft, her belly shuddering against his hard torso as a flood of her juices joined his seed in a molten bath. Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest it pounded so hard and that she would be ripped apart by the energy that coursed through her and then strong arms were wrapped around her, anchoring her, cocooning her in safety. Grace let her cheek rest on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed as she floated in the aftermath of her climax, both drained and invigorated.

He stroked her hair and whispered soft, soothing words she couldn't quite make out, yet was able to understand their intent. They remained still, but the simple act of them breath sent echoes of sensation skittering through her, making her moan and worry at her lower lip as sensitive nerves jangled. Nature took its course and she felt him begin to shrink and retreat from her. Grave made a sound of displeasure as her channel clenched to restrain him and failed to best the lubrication of their combined juices. She raised her head to find him smiling broadly. "Wow! That was... I..." he started enthusiastically and then faltered as he couldn't seem to find the right words. "I know what you mean." She acknowledged and leaned forward to plant a soft, sucking kiss on first his upper lip and then the lower and she felt him twitch against her inside of her thigh.

"I... I think was can make this work, Wayne. I think I love you too. I want us to at least try." She offered. "I want that too, Grace. We can go slow. Whatever you want." He agreed and she couldn't stifle the chuckle she suddenly felt in her throat. "What's so funny?" he asked a frown furrowing his forehead. "If this was slow, I was just wondering what fast would be like." She replied. "You have a point there." He concurred with a chuckle of his own. "Want to get dinner? It could be like a date." He suggested and she searched his eyes as she tilted her head thoughtfully, her hair sliding across and tickling her shoulder before letting her smile widen.

"No... Let's get some Chinese. I've got a nice bottle of wine back at my place and then... then, Wayne, we can go slow some more." She countered, her voice going sultry and pressing herself against him to emphasize her meaning. His breath was warm against her cheek as he exhaled slowly. "Make it Thai and we have a deal." He stipulated and she laughed. "You got it." She agreed and it took them another five minutes before they stopped kissing and untangled themselves.

THE END