Giddy Up!

TITLE: Giddy Up!

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: The Mentalist

SHIP: Teresa (Lisbon) / Patrick (Jane)

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season one, Episode ?

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 1, EPISODE ?. Companion piece to “Bathroom Break”. At, the office, Jane gave Lisbon a pony for her birthday, but in private he gave her something far more exciting to ride.

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

“A pony? Really, Jane?” Teresa asked incredulously. “It was worth it, just to see your face.” He responded as she shrugged out of her jacket. “And this?” she queried while gesturing to the lavish hotel suite he’d brought her to. “It is your birthday. You should be spoiled.” He hedged and she raised an eyebrow slightly. “You just want to get me into an actual bed.” She accused playfully. “True, but who says those two things have to be mutually exclusive.” He admitted with an unabashed, boyish grin that made her smile despite herself. “We could have just gone to your place.” She noted. “Errr… No. That wouldn’t have worked… My place is kind of… no. Plus, here they bring champagne and food right to you.” He answered studiously avoiding her eyes until adding the last.

“One of these days, Patrick… One of these days…” she threatened and he nodded. “Now… what did you really get me for my birthday.” She continued briskly to counteract the sudden heaviness in the room. “The pony was it. I thought it was quite extravagant really.” He replied with a straight, but thoughtful face. She planted her hands on her hips and gave him a warning look. “See… I knew you were grumpy because it looked like I hadn’t got you anything.” He stated with a chuckle when she flipped him off. “Just have a little patience, Teresa.” He advised, his smile infuriatingly smug. “Everything has to be a game with you, a challenge.” She observed as he came closer. “It keeps it exciting.” He explained. “I’m not exciting enough for…” she started, but her snappy comeback became a soft sigh as his arms wrapped around her midsection and pulled her back against his hard, warm body and his lips nuzzled at her neck.

She could feel the bulge of his arousal press against her buttocks and she relaxed against him as his gentle attentions made her body respond in kind. The sweet tension, tickle and flame inside her woke making her intimate flesh flex, twist and flood in response. This was the problem with this thing she and Patrick had. She refused to give it a label. One minute she wanted to slap him and the next, the next she wanted to fuck him and even worse, occasionally wanted to be fucked by him. If it had just been sex, she would understand, knowing she would eventually move on, no matter how good it was, but it was more. She had no illusions. They were both broken people, but in the calm that followed as they shared their satiation she felt whole. The few one night stands she had allowed herself before he had joined the CBI had never done that.

“That is an awfully big, awfully comfortable looking bed.” She noted as she tilted her head to give him better access and ground her ass against the hot, hard tube of his erection. His groan was as satisfying a caress as his hands which lightly kneaded her abdomen through the thin cotton of her top. “And… The check out time is only noon tomorrow.” He added, his tongue lightly tracing the shell of her ear before he nipped at her earlobe. “I’m warning you. I’m a restless sleeper and I hog the covers.” She advised him before craning her neck until she could find his lips for a hard, if awkward, hungry kiss. He returned it with gusto. “Well I snore, so it all evens out in the end.” he added glibly after they broke the kiss. She made a sound of dissatisfaction when he suddenly stepped away from her and she had to quickly adjust her balance to stop from falling backwards. “What’s the big idea?” she asked, surprised at the petulant whine and open disappointment in her voice.

“There’s something for you in the bathroom. Why don’t you go see what it is, while I order us something bubbly and alcoholic from room service.” He suggested by way of explanation and made a shooing motion for her to comply. She stared at him for a moment longer and then rolled her eyes and headed for the bathroom as he picked up the phone as if she wasn’t even there. She entered the bathroom and found a flat, glossy black box tied by a golden ribbon on the large marble sink as well as steam rising from the huge sunken tub. Her nose picked up the light fragrance of jasmine wafting off the bubble-covered water. The bath looked inviting, but the mystery of the box won out.

Theresa undid the bow and lifted off the lid. She pulled back the tissue paper she found and then lifted out the satin nightdress she found by its thin spaghetti straps. The hem and bodice were trimmed with dark, intricate floral patterned lace. The material shimmered slightly as she shifted and held it up in front of her to look at herself in the mirror and noticed that it wasn’t white, as she had assumed, but a very pale lilac, one of her favorite colors. She glanced at the door she hadn’t closed, but couldn’t see him through the opening. “Jane? Is this for you or me?” she called even as she admired the simple, but elegant piece of lingerie. “I don’t know why one has to be exclusive of the other, but I can guarantee it doesn’t fit me.” He replied, startlingly close, as he stepped around the doorframe where he had apparently been standing just out of sight.

“You do like it, though?” he enquired as he stepped into the room. She made a show of considering his question and then with a laugh she nodded an affirmative. “It’s beautiful.” She commented and he smiled his crooked smile, so boyish, yet full of erotic promise and she felt her sex shift in response. “Well beauty begets beauty.” He stated quietly as he took the nightdress from her and carefully lowered it back into the box. “Now let’s get you clean, you Dirty Girl you.” He proposed, deftly starting to unbutton her blouse. “I don’t think I’m the one who’s dirty here.” She protested softly without resisting him as he deftly undressed her. Unbidden her hands went to his clothes as well, pushing his waistcoat off his shoulders and attacking the buttons of his shirt. He guided them slowly toward the tub as he started to work at her belt and she kicked off her shoes.

Patrick paused when he had her down to her underwear and let his hands explore the skin he had revealed, his fingers drawing mysterious tingling patterns that echoed after his digits had moved on. She had managed to remove his waistcoat and shirt as well as undo his belt, so she leaned back against his naked chest after he spun her around to face the bath. He lightly caressed her breasts through the lace of her brassier, weighing and squeezing them, his thumbs finding the peeks of her nipples as they stiffened and strained against the cups. She let her head loll back on his shoulder and the side of his neck as her eyes fluttered closed as he sent deliciously warm sensations into her chest. He undid the clasp between the cups and freed her breasts as he slid the brassier off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

He lightly caressed her breasts, teasing as he neatly skipped around the tight, stiff peaks of her nipples. One hand remained at her breast while the other slid downward. His fingertips wormed under the waistband of her panties and his short fingernails lightly scraped the skin under her pubes on their way through. Her hips jerked slightly and she let out a soft gasp as his fingers rubbed across her exposed clit and sent a jolt of electric pleasure into her taut belly as he cupped her sex and let his dexterous fingers explore her swollen, open and slippery wet folds. She could feel his dick, a long, hard bulge in his slacks, throbbing hotly against her ass and she ground back, torn between wanting to tease him and pressing into the welcome attention of his hands. His caresses were slow and thorough and drew moans of pleasure from her lips as I made her insides flutter and twist.

After a little while he pushed the waistband of her panties off her hips and peeled them down her thighs until they could slide down her legs on their own. She stepped out of them as he urged her forward and then into the tub. The water felt good as it caressed her foot and calf. He steadied her with a hand at her elbow as she climbed fully into the tub and turned to face him. “Make yourself comfortable. The champagne should be here at any moment.” He suggested with a smile and a slow, appreciative scan of her now naked form. “I’m not that thirsty.” She responded reaching out and grabbing the back of his neck pulled his face to hers. She hated and desired the way he could rev her up. It also irritated her that she didn’t seem to have quite the same effect on him or worse yet, that he had better control of himself than she did as, despite her best efforts, he gently disentangled himself from her with a grin.

“I’ll be right back.” He told her, tweaking her nose to add injury to insult. “Don’t pout, Teresa.” He chuckled as he turned away from her and wondered if there was anything handy to throw at him while she resisted the urge to say something very unlady-like as she watched him leave. She sort solace in the warm water, settling down in the tub until the bubbles tickled her chin. The heat soaked into her skin and muscles and her vexation melted away as she slowly rolled her shoulders and relaxed. She didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes until she snapped them open when she felt his hand rest lightly on her shoulder. ”Hmmm… Must have dozed off.” She noted as she took the champagne flute he handed her. “No… You just closed your eye for a minute. It’s been a long day.” He told her as she took a sip and let the cool, bubbly liquid trickle down her throat.

“Speaking of long…” she smiled as she transferred the glass to her other hand and reached over to slip her hand into the fly of his boxers, which were the only thing he was still wearing.

Patrick rose and she had to relinquish her hold for the moment it took him to remove his boxers and he didn’t let her reacquire it as he stepped into the tub. He settled down into the water at the other end of the tub making the water splash against her throat. His feet slid along her legs as he straightened them and then she gripped the edges of the tub and pulled herself up and forward. The water sheeted down her arms and chest in a warm caress as she moved to straddle his thighs and then his hands were at her waist. She felt his erection brush against her belly and then lifted herself a little higher to position him between her legs. She caught his eyes and a smile quirked his lips and his fingers lightly squeezed her hips as she slid him through her folds to position him at her entrance.

“You’re eager.” He whispered, locking his arms to hold her in place. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward until her nose nearly touched his. “Yes, I am. The pony was cute, but now I want something I can really ride.” She agreed, extending her tongue to run it lightly across the top of his lower lip while bearing down to test his hold. He offered her no resistance and she gasped as she impaled herself on him faster than she expected. Despite her eagerness, her flesh resisted him, flexing and clutching at his thick, long manhood as it lanced into her, intensifying the blazing, tingling trail of delicious friction it forged to her core. Water splashed and sloshed between and around them in a hot, liquid caress as she settled on his thighs with a deep drawn out moan of delight.

His body was tense against hers, his eyes half-hooded as his hand flexed and massaged the curve of her hips as she squirmed to adjust to the wonderful fullness he created inside her. She luxuriated in the delicious feeling of not quite knowing where she began and he ended. One of his hands slid up her back, trailing water with it until his fingers twined into her already wet hair to cup the back of her head before dragging her lips to his. She returned the kiss with equal ferocity and hunger, letting her tongue wrestle with his. Teresa started to rock her hips to stir her molten core with his solid, throbbing manhood. She increased the range of her motion, tensing her arms and thighs to lift herself up and the relaxing to slide back down.

She moaned his name into his mouth on the wave of pleasure that accompanied the motion. Sparks of delectable sensation radiated into her chest as her nipples scraped along his chest. She surrendered herself to her need, repeating the action again and again and again as she rode him. Their lips parted, his breath hot against her face as he undulated to buck up into her and match her stroke in synced counter rhythm. The water around them splashed and sloshed in reaction, slopping over the sides of the tub and frothing the bubbles to a new lather. They collided repeatedly with a wet liquid slap and panted gasps, groans, grunts. Pleasure bloomed in bursts like wonderful fireworks; sending electric sparks and heat coursing across her nerves and skin and fueling the sweet growing energy and tension in her loins.

Her back arched, creating some separation between them. She thought he murmured her name before he lowered his head, but she couldn’t be sure over the pounding of her blood in her ears and the liquid racket of the water around them. A shudder ran through her when his mouth found her nipple and he nursed at it with short, sharp, intense pulls interspersed with his swirling, flicking tongue. His muscles flexed and shifted under her fingers. They strained in wonderful unison, undulating, rocking, rolling, bucking and pumping to meet each other and drive their union to its wonderful and inescapable conclusion.

Teresa felt her muscles start to shiver as they began to misfire. She clutched at him, moving faster, but grinding more as the ripples of pleasure started to merge into a growing crescendo. She felt the force of her building climax start to overwhelm her ability to contain it. Her sex flooded, twisted and flexed around him, as the quivers grew stronger. It grew harder to catch her breath and she started to pant faster. Someone was whining and she was surprised to find that it was she. The sensations of her movements and his added a joyous chorus of singing voices that mingled and intertwined with the symphony of delight to push her over the edge.

She blinked and her breath caught in her throat as she felt it start with a moment of calm. Everything seemed to slow down as another jolt of pleasure breached the dam holding the energy of her climax at bay. She could feel his manhood throbbing against her channel to the same beat of his heart against her chest as his arms wrapped around her and his lips nuzzle at the side of her neck. The water was a warm, gentle shifting pressure against the skin of her legs and thighs and his arms a comfortable, supportive cage. Her sex locked and squeezed against the hard, unyielding steel of his shaft as his hips bucked up and then her climax exploded through her.

She didn’t know why she tried to bite back the scream she felt rippling up along her throat, but she failed as it burst from her on the momentum of her climax as it cascaded up from her loins to inundate every fiber of her being. Her scream shuddered as her spine curved into a taut, vibrating bow as bliss coursed through her in heavy, pulsing waves. She couldn’t quite seem to catch her breath and spots danced before her eyes, but none of it mattered as she flooded around him and another wave of delight surged through her as she felt him join her in completion with pulsing, hot, liquid spurts.

Patrick shuddered against her, his lips vibrating against her skin as he growled and his hips humped to grind against her. Teresa road the waves of her climax, floating on the bliss, letting her carry her where it may. She immersed herself in the freedom, the lack of control that so defined every other part of her life. She didn’t know how long it lasted, but the energy of her climax finally started to fade and then abruptly died out and she collapsed against him, breathing hard as the real world reasserted itself. She groaned as she twitched against and around him. His hands were a light work caress as he stroked her back and her hair as she rested her cheek on his shoulder and pressed her lips to the side of his neck.

“Well, you really weren’t kidding about wanting something to ride.” He noted with a soft, warm chuckle before pressing his lips to her forehead. “When have you ever known me to kid about anything?” she enquired quietly, shifting on his lap as she felt him start to soften and slip out of her. He sighed and she groaned. “You’re right. You should really lighten up, Teresa.” He agreed and advised and she chuckled at his usually unusual train of thought considering where the conversation had started.

“I think I’d like to take you to bed now.” He informed her after they lay quiet, comfortable, still and sated for a while and the water started to loose its warmth. “I don’t seem to be able to find an argument to that idea, so giddy up.” She agreed and shifted to get her feet under her enough to help him lift her with him as he stood.

THE END? TO BE CONTINUED?