Bathroom Break

TITLE: Bathroom Break

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: The Mentalist

SHIP: Teresa (Lisbon) / Patrick (Jane)

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season one, Episode ?

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: This is a companion piece to "On My Mind". Try to read that first if you haven't. Lisbon and Jane continue their secret relationship.

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

It was nearing the end of another long day at the California Bureau of Investigation as Teresa checked and signed the last report of the stack on her desk. The blinds in her office were open and she looked out at her team. Cho was out on assignment and she smiled as she watched Rigsby surreptitiously watch Van Pelt and vice versa while they both worked at their desks. She wondered when those two were going to get over themselves and get it on and if it was likely to be a problem. Lastly her attention settled on Jane... Patrick Jane. He was lounging on the leather sofa he had more or less appropriated as an office, his jacket used as a pillow on the armrest to prop him up further as he read a book.

Patrick was one of the most infuriating men she had ever met and the most fascinating. He was unlike anyone she had ever met before. She hadn't expected the direction their relationship had taken, even thought it was wrong on so many levels, but at the same time she also reveled in the rightness of it. She could not fault the sex, she had not been so satisfied since her wilder, experimental college days, this time it wasn't the novelty of it, but there was something more. She wasn't quite sure what that was and that was what bothered her. She realized with a start that he was no longer focused on the book and that they were in effect staring at each other. He flashed her a cocky smile and winked before she could break eye contact. "Absolutely infuriating." She thought as she pushed her chair back, got up and stretched. She made a sound of disgust as she saw ink smudges on her hands. She really hated paperwork and actually getting her hands dirty while doing it was one of her pet reasons why.

Teresa stepped out of her office and headed for the bathroom, giving Jane a sidelong glance as she felt his eyes on her. It was later than she thought and the office was already starting to clear out. She entered the ladies room and greeted another of the agents who was just leaving, not quite able to remember the other woman's name, before she turned on the faucet to wash her hands. She didn't take notice of the door opening and closing until she heard the click of it being locked. She turned to find Patrick grinning at her. "Jane? You do know this is the ladies room, right?" she enquired. "Best place to find ladies." He quipped as he came up behind her and pressed his hard, tall frame against her back as she snorted with amusement. "Did anyone see you come in here?" she asked in concern even as she let some of her weight fall back to luxuriate in the heat of his body transferring into her back. "I hope not." He responded and she gave his reflection an incredulous look. "Relax, Lisbon. No one saw me. Scout's honor." He pacified her with a three-fingered salute to his temple. "You were never in The Scouts, Patrick." She countered. "A minor detail." He refuted with casual offhandedness making her shake her head in amused resignation.

She couldn't help but feel the bulge tenting the front of his trousers, which she had missed on his entrance, press against her buttocks. "What do you think you're doing?" she queried with a raised eyebrow he could see in their reflections in the mirror in front of her. He deftly pulled her top out of the waistband of her jeans and slid his hands up her taut belly, over her ribs and cupped her breasts through her bra as he leaned forward. "Hopefully, you." He replied into the shell of her ear as he fondled her breasts and ground himself against her buttocks and effectively trapping her against the sink. Teresa leaned back against his shirt covered chest and at the same time pressed her breasts into his hands as his attentions caused her nipples to swell and harden, her sex to flower open and moisten and her skin to heat. "There are still people in the office just outside the door." She noted trying to convince herself as much as him hat this was probably a bad idea even as she groaned as he nuzzled at her neck and with effort worked his hand under the cups of her bra to caress her breasts and the hard tingling peaks of her nipples directly.

"Then I suggest you don't make too much noise." He suggested with a low chuckle. "What do you mean make too..." Teresa asked as she craned her neck around, but his lips captured hers in a hungry kiss cutting off her question. His tongue slid into her mouth to sinuously tangle with hers. "You can be a little on the loud side." He answered the question he had stalled with the kiss in his way to reasonable vice. "Look who's talking." She quipped back as she ground her jeans clad ass into his bulging crotch. He groaned and chuckled against the shell of her ear before nipping at it as they teased each other. "Get your jeans down." He instructed as he tweaked and pinched her nipples sending sparks of sensation zipping into her chest. "Just like that, huh?" she queried sarcastically, staring into his eyes in the mirror in front of them. He flashed her a wicked little smile before responding in a low, seductive voice: "Just like that, Teresa. Because once you do, I'm going to bend you over this sink, take out my dick, which is incredibly, almost painfully hard, pull you panties aside so that I can slowly put it all the way inside you. I'm going to watch as your eyes widen and then flutter closed, listen to you suck in a sharp breath and then slowly let it out as you make that exquisite little sound from the back of your throat that I like so much before I..."

"Jeezus, you talk too much. You had me at "I'm going to bend you over this sink.", already." She cut him off, reaching for her belt, flashing him a wicked smile of her own. His deep chuckle did things to her insides even as she immediately missed his hands as he released her breasts and shifted to give her some space and separation from the edge of the sink. She unbuckled her belt, undid and unzipped her jeans. "I can take it from here." He told her, his hand curving around her waist, onto her belly and then down to dip under the waistband of her panties. His short nails dragged across her skin as he ran his fingers through her pubes and then they curled to cup her crotch and massage her swollen and moist folds as well as drag across and stimulate her tingling clit. She groaned heavily and bit her lip as jolts of sensation radiated into her groin and snaked up her spine.

"You're a bad influence, Patrick Jane." She accused him as she realized she was about to have sex in a bathroom, at her place of employ and that worst of all she really, really wanted to. She stripped off her top, the material suddenly feeling hot, scratchy and itchy against her heated skin. He was kind enough to get the clasps at the back of her brassier, the cups pressing even more uncomfortably against her hard nipple as he pulled the undergarment tight to do so. She slid the straps off her shoulders and let the bra fall free down her arms. The cool air in the bathroom felt really good on her breasts. He slid first one and then a second finger inside and her sex clutched at them unconsciously as they explored her. She leaned back against him, thrusting her hips and her sex into the pressure of his palm and she could feel his dick twitch against the small of her back letting her know he had freed himself while she'd been busy with her jeans.

"Have I ever told you that you have beautiful breasts, Lisbon?" he enquired from over her shoulder, his eyes intently focused on her as he continued to pleasure her with his nimble fingers. She'd never admit it out loud, but she loved it when he looked at her like that. She caught him doing it sometimes when no one else was looking. It made her feel like he was really looking at her that his only focus at that moment in time was her. She had never had anyone look at her like that before. "Enough with the flattery. I 'm already going to put out. Now, were you all talk or are you going to get on with it. The longer we stay in here, the greater the chance that someone might need the bathroom and wonder why the doors locked." She challenged him. "Not if... say... someone put an out of order sign on the door before locking it he or she wouldn't." he countered and she couldn't help smiling. "You think you're so smart, don't you?" she queried rhetorically. He nuzzled the back of her ear. "I know I'm that smart." He purred with confidence saturating his tone. "Now bend over." He instructed, extricating his hand from her panties.

Teresa watched as Patrick's reflection stuck its fingers in its mouth and licked her cream off them with evident relish and then grinned at her. His hand drew a warm, tingling trail from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades and pressed down. She resisted slightly, just out of principle, but let him position her as he pleased, bending her further over. He tugged her panties back until the waistband bit slightly into the skin at her hips and then pulled the crotch aside, baring her sex to him. She shifted her feet, widening her stance in anticipation of what was to follow. He used one hand to keep her panties out of the way and to fondle her ass while he used the other to guide his cock. He teased her, running his pointed dick head up and down through her folds, barely brushing her clit and her entrance. He shifted back as she tried to impale herself on him, keeping their connection at a feather light touch with an admonishing little shake of his head. He teeth dug into her lower lip a little as his teasing sent shivers down her spine and made her sex flutter, flex and produce more of her cream as her arousal and need spiked.

She was about to give him the satisfaction of breaking down and surrendering by telling him to stop playing around and do as he'd promise, but with impeccable timing he chose that moment to drive into her. "Damn! He knows me too well." She thought fleetingly as she reacted exactly as he had described when his thick, long cock forged a fiery, tingling, buzzing path through her slick, yet resisting flesh, filling and stretching her on its journey to her core. She lowered her head, letting her hair tumble forward across her face and braced herself by splaying her fingers wide on the porcelain on either side of the basin he ground again her buttocks, bucking slightly to get as deep into hr as he could. Her snatch clutched and squeezed at his member, testing its hardness and feeling him throb in response as it adjusted to his delightful invasion.

He started to rock his hips, sawing his thick shaft back and forth through the tight confines of her channel. She joined him, pressing back when he stroked forward and they soon found a steady, comfortable rhythm and pace. Each stroke sent a sizzling pulse of pleasure lancing through her along with his shaft. His hand caressed her back and then reached around to fondle her breasts and toy with her nipples. His tongue and then his lips drew mysterious patterns across her shoulders and along the side of her neck, causing her to moan and gasp softly with the added stimuli. She found herself having to concentrate on keeping her volume down as they started to move faster and the surges of pleasure came closer together as well as becoming more intense. She could feel the sweet tension growing in her loins as the energy born of the delightful friction of his thrusting and retreating manhood pooled and built in her core, crackling and arching in search of release.

She lifted her head, forcing her eyes open from their heavy-lidded state to see his face with a stifled cry at a particularly hard stroke. "God, you're sexy. I don't think I will ever tire of the way you feel." He rumbled against her ear. "Again... with... the... talking." She panted in response, even as she clutched at his hand over her breast to acknowledge his compliment. They continued to thrust, rock, roll and grind in unison as they strained in sync to pleasure each other and strive for release to the forces each was creating in the other. She found herself biting her lip to stifle the cries dripping from her mouth. She could hear and feel him breathing hard and heavy from behind her. One of his hands slid from her breast and the tips of his fingers again scrapped along her skin below her pubes and found the sensitive pearl of her clit. The flutter in her taut belly became a tremor as he diddled the already excited bundle of nerves. Her snatch clutched at his throbbing member as he ground against her buttocks and stirred the steamy morass of her flooded boiling core with his rock hard shaft.

Teresa teetered on the edge for a moment and then surrendered as her sex contracted around him with a vice-like grip and her back arched as the electric power of her climax lashed out from her core to inundate her senses and dance across her nerves. Her blood pounded in her ears and she turned her head and bit down on her arm to hold back the scream she felt bubbling out of her throat. He continued to thrust, his hips pumping and driving him into her clenched, slippery flesh, setting off another cascade of orgasmic sensation and causing her sex to ripple around him and her body to shudder as her muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession. She heard Patrick grunt and make a stifled strangled cry as his shaft expanded against her grip before she felt him pump his seed into her and added the liquid heat of his essence to hers. His hand clutched at her breast while his hips continued to hump as her channel milked him.

She shuddered a few more times as she rode out her climax until the tension and energy faded from her body leaving behind a strange combination of calm, invigoration and satisfaction. His shirt-covered torso and chest felt warm across her back before she felt his lips lightly press to the side of her neck and she lifted her head. He rubbed his cheek lightly against hers as they looked at each other in their reflection. He had really smooth skin for a guy. She reached up and stroked his other cheek. "I'm still rooting for us getting to do this in a bed some time." He stated after their breathing had returned to normal, her heart stopped pounding at her ribs and with a shared groan, he'd shrunk out of her as nature took its course. She patted his cheek. "Hope springs eternal, Patrick. You never know." She responded softly with a smile to soften her words. He snorted softly and kissed her cheek before moving away from her.

Teresa straightened with a sigh, squirming slightly as she felt his seed and her cream wet and slippery inside her. She reached down to straighten her panties, but his hands beat her to it. She let them drop as with gentle care he pulled up her jeans as well. She looked at herself in the mirror, noting the flush on her cheeks. She zipped up and fastened her jeans before turning on the cold water faucet. She splashed water on her face, enjoying the coldness of the water. She grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and dried her hands and face and he handed her, her brassier and top. She started to put her bra on, but he stopped her with a restraining hand. She saw his reflection tilt its head speculatively and then nod. "Those really are nice breasts." He stated decisively and swatted her ass as he moved away. She simply, slowly shook her head and chuckled at his behavior as she dressed and considered, for a moment, that it might not be such a bad idea to invite him back to her place sometime.

THE END