A/N: Um. M-rated? M-rated. This chapter was, erm, hard. To write. Snicker. No, but really.

"Lisbon", Jane whispered to the very alluring brunette wrapped around him. "Are you sure you're ready to leave the land of glowy magical twinklelights? Because I'm not finished enlightening you on all things jellyfish. I brought you here for education purposes only, did I not mention that?"

Teresa huffed, sensing his denial. She ran a hand through his jellyfish hair, pinks and greens highlighting his unruly curls. She caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble, before brushing along his throat and the part of his chest she'd exposed. Her hand continued, skimming down his shirt, feeling his stomach muscles bunching in response, before stopping to rest on the bulge in his slacks.

Jane was hyper receptive to her touch and well and truly out of his comfort zone. Ordinarily he would use various methods of biofeedback to control his physiological reactions to external stimuli, but it didn't seem right to use his control techniques with Teresa. Also, he just plain didn't want to. Not now, not when she was looking at him like that and touching him like that.

"Go on then. Jellyfish. I'm all ears", Teresa whispered back, untucking Jane's shirt from his pants.

"You like public? That is something I did not know about you. Because this is very... public...", Jane gulped. He couldn't touch her, which he badly wanted to; or reach to stop her, which he badly did not. His hands were gripping tightly onto his crutches. He was doing his best to stand upright, stay balanced.

"That. Was not. Jellyfish. Related." She punctuated her statement with kisses. The allure of seeing Jane out of his comfort zone did things to her, she couldn't explain it. Lisbon had never had an exhibitionist streak before, and she didn't have one now. Over a decade of waiting had taken its toll, maybe.

Jane closed his eyes to block out the shimmering jellyfish, but even moreso the playful, knowing glitter in Lisbon's gaze.
"Jellies, uh, some give birth through their mouth."

"Wow. You really know how to show a girl a good time."

"Yeah, it's what I'm famous for. Do you really think you should be doing that? Here?"

"Doing what?" she asked innocently. Lisbon bit her lip as she undid the button on Jane's trousers.

"Undressing me. In public." He opened his eyes, tried to boldly stare her down but failed miserably. This was a new experience for Jane; he was out of his depth.

"Well. Jane." She slowly unzipped his fly. "For one thing, there's nobody here but us and your beloved jellyfish. For another, I wanted to go in that there door-", she nodded toward the staff only door, "-and you're the one holding steady."

"It's probably locked," he breathed.

"Yeah right, so says the master of lockpicking."

"I'm probably on some super secret suspected terrorist watchlist by now. What do you think will happen if I'm arrested for breaking into an aquarium?"

Lisbon sighed. "Fine. No B&E. Back to the jellyfish." She kissed his throat and elicited a very satisfying whimper.

"Ummm...", Jane hummed a little, trying to think through the haze of sensations. "Jellyfish are older than dinosaurs?"

"Is that a question?" Her fingers ran across the elastic of his underwear, and then slowly across the expanse just above. Lisbon smiled when he visibly shivered. "Because you're meant to be the expert."

"I'm not. Ask me about cold reading or the perfect scrambled eggs instead."

"I would", Lisbon purred slowly, a little sarcastically, "if you had brought me to a psychic's lair or a chicken coop." Her fingers traced his underwear along his hip and around to his lower back. She dipped her hand inside his slacks, firmly fondled one half of his buttocks.

"Psychics prefer to think of it more as a parlour or a, a, uh, sanctum, rather than a lair...".

"I thought there was no such thing as psychics."

"Mmm. So very true. But even Santa Claus gets annoyed when you refer to his workshop as an elf sweatshop."

"Patrick Jane: defender of charlatans." She slipped her hand under the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs, exploring the bare skin of his rump, fingers brushing, exploring.

He scrunched his eyes closed tightly. "They haven't brains."

"Psychics?"

"Them too, but I was talking about jellyfish. No brains."

Lisbon glanced around to the two entrances to the jellyfish exhibit: all clear. This room was obviously not the main attraction, tucked in a corner of the aquatic park. It didn't seem likely anybody would interrupt them any time soon. The glitter of the jellyfish really was romantic. Huh. Damn him and his know-it-all ways. She tugged down the front of his boxer briefs and pulled out his mostly erect penis, squeezing firmly.

Jane groaned loudly, his hips flexing forward involuntarily. He almost lost his balance. "Oh. God."

Lisbon had one arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss. He responded eagerly, plunging his tongue into her welcoming mouth. She ran her fist up and down his length and was rewarded with a series of strangled moans.

Lisbon broke the kiss to smile seductively. She licked her lips, her roving fist unrelenting on his erect flesh.

"Teresa. All seriousness? I, uh- oh, God". He swallowed deeply. "I don't have the, uh, you know, I'm out of practice? I don't really have the, um, staying power. You keep doing that, we're going to have a problem."

The vulnerability he was exhibiting was out of character and incredibly endearing. Instead of stopping she sped up her stroking, just slightly. Enough to make Jane utter an obscenity. That was new. Hot.

"Tell you what, Jane. I'll stop what I'm doing if you continue on with your lesson." Her hand stilled then and he sucked in a deep breath, opening his eyes, taking a moment to focus on her face.

"You're quite the seductress. Who knew?" He was breathless.

Lisbon grasped Jane's hips, kissed him lightly on the lips. "Jellyfish lesson. Now." She gestured to the small, glowing living candles surrounding them. Jane grinned at her. She was better at his game than he was.

"Uh, okay. Jellyfish are mostly just a rudimentary stomach that digests and- oh, God!"

Lisbon had dropped to her knees and taken him into her mouth. She sucked gently, demurely, on the head, sticking her tongue out to taste him. She fondled his engorged shaft with her hand. Jane was immediately reduced to a series of primal moans, his mind lost to sensation. He flexed his hands, wanted to touch her desperately. Lisbon sucked him deeper and he groaned and then shook his head back and forth. Literally, like a dog might shake water from its coat, and it brought himself back to a semblance of control. Tenuous, but there. He could play this game.

"They don't breathe, they have such a thin skin, they just absorb oxygen from the water." Jane, a little short of breath, managed to recite this fact with an air of importance and seriousness. Lisbon's suction was exquisite and torturous. The jellies glowed around them, science and magic combined.

"Little jellies usually don't live long, and the big ones can live up to a year or so. I think the ones in an aquarium live longer though, than the ones in the wild. For all the various, obvious reasons. I heard of a jelly that can live up to 30 years. I don't know if that's true though."

He spoke in a rush, and Lisbon rewarded him by swirling her tongue around and around, grasping his thighs. Jane leaned heavily into his crutches, not caring about the pain in his armpits where they were digging into his flesh.

"God, Lisbon. I'm gonna, um, you might wanna not do that... oh God."

Jane lost the ability to complete a sentence and descended into a lot more religious worship than should be acceptable for an atheist. Lisbon knew she was good at this, her bedroom skills were not lacking. Next time she would take him slower, languorously. But this time? She sucked him harder and deeper and was rewarded as he groaned carnally and spilled into her mouth, onto her willing tongue. Lisbon made eye contact with Jane as she swallowed. She released him and sat back on her heels, daintily wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked so innocent as she gazed up at him.

Taking a moment to get his bearings and then his balance, Jane dropped the crutches on the ground before dragging Lisbon to her feet and kissing her thoroughly. He held her tightly in his arms.

"Lisbon, that was amazing, and I really need you to know", he whispered in her ear, "jellyfish are the most energy efficient swimmers in the world..."