Room 68

Friday

Sequel to "Red Wild", three chapters. Very PWP, especially if you don't read "Red Wild" first, and definitely an M-rating. Jane and Lisbon meet in a hotel room after the camping trip.

This is just a pointless little piece of smut I wrote to amuse myself while I think about what to write next.

Disclaimer: the Mentalist- not mine. Still just playing!

Friday afternoon, and San Francisco drowned in what came dangerously close to a flash flood. The temperature had dropped considerably, virtually sweeping the boardwalks of human life. Nobody wanted to be outside in what seemed to be the storm of the century.

Fortunately, all was fine in room 68 of the luxury first class hotel "The Warwick" in downtown.

Patrick Jane lay prostrate on the bed, facing the huge window, staring out into the pouring rain.

"Whoa", he hooted, "It's the end of the world out there."

Good that he was warm and comfortable- he just hoped agent Lisbon would make it before the rain got her completely drenched. Hmmm. But if not, he would just lick her dry. Just to think about her sent a hot tingle down his skin and made a certain part of his anatomy react like a sixteen-year-old's. He snuggled his face into the soft comforter. Hell, he was impatient, waiting for her slowly had him lose his mind.

Would she be there on time?

He knew he had disappointed her when he hadn't so much as acknowledged her presence on the way back from the forest. But if he had, things would have gotten seriously out of hand, and he knew she wouldn't have liked the outcome. He hadn't felt tender and gentle on the return trip, hadn't been the sweet, obliging lover who asked his lady's preferences first. Agent Lisbon wouldn't have gotten a courteous kiss on the hand. Hell, he could have taken her again, right there in the bus, completely ignoring Cho and the rest of their colleagues. He hadn't been modest on this trip, hell, he'd been half-crazed with lust, and it had all been HER fault.

He turned on his back and stroked his hand over his flat abdomen. He was stark naked and currently waiting for a generous serving of Häägen Dasz ice cream to arrive. Sweets helped him to endure the almost inhuman wait for agent Lisbon, though she was undoubtedly his most favorite dessert in the world. And he just loved ice cream, always had. Almost as much as bothering the room service.

There was a polite knock at the door, and Jane got up languidly, grabbing a towel to wrap it around his waist.

He opened up and smiled brightly at the blushing young woman standing in the hallway, a small tray in her hand. Possibly the last female staff member they would send up here.

"Uhm", she stammered, trying to stop her eyes from leaving his face," s-sorry for the bad w-weather, sir."

She pushed the tray into his hands, obviously not planning on entering his room. His smile deepened.

"Please don't worry", he drawled, "I don't plan to leave this room for the weekend."

But the young woman was already racing out of his sight.

He closed the door, chuckling, immediately losing the towel.

His skin yearned for touch. It had continued to demand contact since Lisbon had lavished her attention on it. Now his hungry body abhorred clothes most of the time, all the cover it seemed to need being her. He sighed, putting the tray down on the nightstand, lifting the cover off the silver tray. He took the spoon, plunging it into the delectable ice cream, licking it off with his nimble tongue. Hmmmm, wonderful. But not even close to the unbelievably perfect taste of delicious Teresa Lisbon. To imagine lapping at her like he did at the spoon right now made him so hard his erection was almost touching his stomach.

Brr, this was starting to feel pretty uncomfortable. He looked at the clock- it was time. He hoped so much she would be there in some minutes. She just couldn't stand him up- he would die. Slowly and painfully.

A distinctive knock stopped his heavy sigh- Jane's heart almost stopped.

Should he open the door in the nude? Nah- if it wasn't Lisbon, he would never spend a single night in this hotel again, and he liked the atmosphere of the place. So he picked the discarded towel from the floor and covered the most prominent part of his anatomy.

He opened the door and almost hummed with glee when he saw his beautiful raven-haired boss in front of him, huddled inside her coat. And she was practically eating him up with her eyes. He smiled and straightened, making more of a show, displaying his toned pectorals.

"Ah, poor baby", he cooed, "cold outside, hmm? Don't worry- I have you warmed up in a minute."

He smiled a triumphant smile when she shuddered with delight.

She stepped inside and placed her bag on the drawer, giving him some seconds to put the "do not disturb" sign out and lock the door before she slipped out of her coat, unceremoniously dropping it on the floor.

Jane gasped.

She wore nothing more than a dark red lace bra and matching panties, everything so tiny it hardly covered anything and practically see-through to top it off.

His erection started to throb painfully, he quickly ripped the towel off and tossed it away.

"But agent Lisbon", he beamed," why bother with all the clothes? You know full well they won't last five minutes."

"What a shame", she sighed, her mouth watering visibly while she stared at his engorged manhood, "it took me what felt like an eternity to choose the right garments to wear."

"They are breathtaking", he said, stepping closer, "but I have to rip them off nonetheless."

He extended his hand, feeling her shiver under his touch, tearing the flimsy lace with a distinctive pull. She was naked now, and his arousal felt feverish. He knew he couldn't fuck this obsession out of his system- ever. No matter how often he took her. But he would sure try. Starting now. He pulled her close, her flawless body so hot and pliant against his, and bowed down with a sigh to claim her luscious mouth.

"I missed you", he murmured against her lips.

"It's been only five hours since you last saw me.", she quipped.

"Oh my god- five hours? How did I survive?"

He swallowed her chuckle with his kiss, mouth open, tongue demanding access. She granted it, moaning with delight when he deepened the contact, plundering, sucking, nipping. His hands were rough on her body, giving her the hard caresses she craved. He could read her like a book, knowing exactly what she liked. He wasn't nice and gentle, and she didn't want him to be, she wanted fierce action, and it felt as if she'd waited centuries to touch him again.

He kneaded her breasts, stroking her nipples into tight little peaks, making her whimper with want, pushing her into a frenzy.

Her hands on his sensitive, touch-hungry skin felt like heaven, he soaked in the contact, the stroking, the sure sliding of her fingers against his back, his buttocks, his shoulders, his chest, the firm rubbing she lavished on his cock that stood at attention before her, ready to fulfill her every wish. His moans became urgent, he virtually begged for more, pressing up against her, shuddering under her caressing hands. He pushed his aching erection into her touch, just wanting more, harder, closer.

"Damn, Lisbon", he hissed, "I'm gonna lose my mind..."

He pushed her down on the bed and covered her body with his.

"Take me right now to relieve me of the pain," he whimpered, showering her throat with kisses, "please, I need this so much, Lisbon, please- it hurts."

She spread her legs, wrapping them around his waist, making him sob with gratefulness.

He angled her hips and thrust into her, ripping through tender tissue still sore from the repeated fucking he'd given her in the woods, Lisbon cried out- but the burning sensation felt so good, she bucked beneath him, pressing closer, needing more.

Jane gritted his teeth, he felt her inner walls clutching his shaft like a vise, making the ecstasy almost impossible to bear.

"God, Lisbon," he gasped," you're so tight...every man would kill to be inside you. But it's my privilege, only mine. Don't worry- I intend to fuck good what's mine."

He deliberately chose a rather coarse language- he knew it hightened her arousal when he acted rude and primitive, she was no girl for soft lovemaking. Just his luck he knew how to deliver.

He started to move, pulling out of her clutching body with considerable force, than slamming back inside her, making her scream with sharp pleasure.

She was close, he could tell, and knew immediately he wouldn't last.

"Jane", she cried," no games!", and he caved in immediately, hoping he could make her come before he did.

He pushed up on his forearms, pulling his knees beneath him, spreading her so wide her joints creaked. He started to drive into her again and again, feeling her contracting womb suck on him, and he did her harder, faster, lifting her tiny hips so he could go even deeper. Heavens, she was so tight he almost didn't fit, he felt how much he stretched her and whimpered with the force of the wrenching sensation. He was addicted to this feeling, and he wouldn't survive without his daily fix. He pumped into her, more, more, thrusting against her cervix, making her writhe beneath him, slave to the mind-blowing thrill.

"More, Jane", she hissed," I won't break!"

His hips slammed against hers, and she came with a violent jerk of her body, every muscle tense, and her slick sheath convulsed around him, gripping him, milking him dry. He threw his head back and came like a beast, guts constricting with the force of his release, his semen shooting inside her in huge, searing spurts, her screams only fueling his vigorous spending. He came so hard his seed spilled over onto her thighs, spattering the sheets, and she climaxed again, hands clutching his shoulders, scratching his skin. She couldn't stop screaming, tears blurring her vision, and when she started to wind down she just wanted to feel him come inside her again.

Jane saw stars behind closed lids, whimpering from the continuing onslaught of pleasure, every nerve ending firing in his overly aroused body. He all but collapsed, rolling his body on his back to take his weight from his tiny team leader's form.

Both turned on their sides, facing each other.

"Hey.", he whispered, and her smile made his chest constrict with so much feeling it felt like wildfire streaming through his veins.

"Hey,", she answered, "I almost thought you weren't interested in me anymore."

"Woman", he groaned," did that just feel as if I'm not interested anymore?"

"You didn't even look at me on our way back from the trip…", she pouted.

"Yes", Jane quipped, "but only because I thought you are not into public displays of…affection. If you'd like us to make out in front of our colleagues, I'm sure that could be arranged…"

She slapped his chest, giggling.

"Okay, okay, I get it", she sighed, "you have a really hard time controlling yourself here. Are you sure it's only me who sends you into sexual overload? Maybe you need to see a doctor…"

"Oh no", he interrupted," don't deny your sole responsibility, you little devil. I was perfectly decent before you showed me your perfect breasts at the riverside. Before that moment, I was just a good little boy, humbly in love with his breathtakingly beautiful teacher."

She was silent for a moment.

"You are in love with me?", she whispered.

"No.", he stated, "I thought I was once. But being in love just passes by eventually. I love you- simple as that."

She felt tears form in her eyes, and he inched closer, until their bodies touched.

"Hey," he breathed, the tenderness in his warm voice making the first rivulets stream down her face, "don't cry. I'm not a total disaster, I can be a nice guy if I try to…"

"…I love you, too, you moron", she said through her tears, almost laughing, "I tried so hard not to fall for you- and now it happened anyway. Darn."

He was silent for a moment, and she could see the battling emotions in his face. Finally, he pulled her against his chest, hugging her to him, shuddering under the contact.

"Let's sleep for some hours, my love", he whispered, kissing her hair," we have one hell of a weekend before us."

As I said: PWP. I usually mean what I say, so if you expected a decent plot, I'm just so sorry! Next chapter up soon. If you review, I will be so grateful! You people light up my life!