Patrick Jane (Mentalist) - Short Story : Chapter 4 - Final
Jane has always been a troublemaker, you’ve always known that. So this shouldn’t be a surprise.
Exhibit A.
“W-We’re going to be late for work..”
Although you said that, you weren’t exactly resisting. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he picked you up, pressing you against the bathroom wall. The intention was to take a shower and then get to work, but of course Jane had other plans. His skin was slick from the droplets. The way his usually fluffy curls were matted back was a sight to behold.
“I’ll take full responsibility.”
The second you felt him press against you, there was no use, you weren’t leaving that room until both of you were thoroughly satisfied.
Exhibit B.
“J-Jane!”
You almost choked on your words when you felt his hand slide between your legs. The both of you were supposed to head back to the bullpen to present what you found. When you parked the car and Jane slipped off his seatbelt you assumed he would step out, but you were now gripping your seat as Jane worked to slide your zipper down. You barely got another word out, his hand went right for your panties and you were gripping at his arm as he smirked, leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek.
“You shouldn’t have been so cute telling that congressman off, I got distracted.”
His words had your head leaning back and his smile widened when he slid a finger inside of you. Your hips bucked, eyes unable to focus. You were in the parking garage, you just prayed that no one would walk by, because this was definitely against regulation.
“I like it when you get all bossy.”
He licked his lips, and your brows furrowed as you pulled him in for a kiss.
It was obvious that you couldn’t say no to Jane.
He knew how to push your buttons, make you squirm. Just thinking about your escapades had you getting a little hot. Picking up a file, you fanned yourself, letting out a sigh.
Getting worked up like this at work would not be good, especially if Jane caught you.
“He’s too much sometimes.”
You smile to yourself, thinking about how wrong you’d been about the man in your head.
You also thought he was pretty harmless, although now you know that’s far from the truth. He seems to do something everyday to drive you crazy. Maybe that’s why you’d been looking at certain items.
It was curiousity at first. You were having drinks with Vanpelt and Lisbon. After a few shots you became a little more honest about certain interests.
Although that still didn’t explain why you’d bought the items.
It was an impulse. You stumbled upon them and couldn’t help yourself. Now that it was sitting there in your room, you don’t have the nerve to even broach that topic. You keep talking yourself out of it.
Shaking your head, you try not to think about it. There’s no use worrying about such a thing.
You do your best to get through the rest of the day. The case is a bit tiresome. When your shift is over and you finally get to the comfort of your home you relish in the warmth of your shower. When you step out you’re dressed with a towel over your shoulder. You hear Jane calling.
“I’m up here!”
You hear his steps up the stairs. You smile when you hear the bedroom open and he peeks his head in.
“Are you presentable?”
You laugh, and he walks in fully, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“I’m almost done, I just got out of the shower.”
The plan is to have a nice movie and dinner. Maybe a cup of tea for Jane.
You think nothing of Jane moving around your room until you remember the particularly scandalous items you left out in the open.
Apparently it’s too late.
“What’s this?”
He swipes the bag off the dresser before you can get it.
“I-It’s nothing Jane, give it back!”
You drop your towel, trying to get the bag.
He peeks inside and you can feel the color rushing to your face when his eyebrows lift in surprise.
“Oh my.”
“Give it back!”
He shakes his head, now holding over your head.
“I had no idea you were so adventurous.”
“I-It’s not mine!”
A weak lie.
“The receipt says differently.”
Damn him.
You really should have known better. Jane is too nosy for his own good. He’s also now wearing that smile when he’s about to make his little observations. You don’t need him outlining your interest to you, it’s already embarrassing that he found out.
“My guess is that you saw it somewhere high school..no college!”
“J-Jane stop it!”
You try to make another grab for the paper bag, but he still holds it out of your reach.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s perfectly normal to be curious. You wanted to try it, but your already rooted mistrust made you cautious. You were constantly second guessing if people truly accepted you for you, exploring your interests must have been out of the question.”
It’s annoying how well he reads everything. You drop your hands in defeat and Jane lowers his.
“I know it’s weird okay.” Your cheeks are burning with heat.
“There’s nothing weird about it. When you indulge in those types of activities with someone you trust in a healthy manner, then there is nothing weird about it. Being blindfolded isn’t exactly taboo.”
You don’t understand how he can speak about it so casually.
“Would you like me to try it?”
Your eyes widen.
“W-What! N-No of course not!”
“Your words say no but your eyes are screaming yes. You want to try it, desperately but you’re afraid that I won’t say yes or I’ll be put off by it. I assure you I’m not.”
You just gape and Jane smirks.
“I have to admit that I’m curious what you look like with nothing but a blindfold on.”
You’re stunned, truly. He must be messing around, he can’t be serious.
“I’m very serious.”
Your mouth closes as you look away.
“If you’re uncomfortable we don’t have to. I just want you to know that if you wanted, then I’d love to.”
He sounds so sincere, and from what you can read off him, he’s just as eager at the idea as you. Jane finally places the bag down on the bed as he moves closer to you.
“I want you to know that you can trust me with anything. You never have to hide anything from me, no matter how embarrassing you might think it is.”
You already know that. Jane hasn’t ever done anything to make you think otherwise. Looking away bashfully, you nibble on your lower lip.
“I…I’ve always wanted to try it.”
Jane grins and you roll your eyes.
“Like you even had a doubt that you were wrong Jane.”
“I hoped I was right and I was.”
You laugh, shaking your head.
“Whatever, let’s just go and get dinner. All this tension has worked up an appetite. “
You’re about to head for the door, but he stops you, hugging you from behind.
“Stop messing around Jane, I'm hungry.” You whine.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.
“I am too.”
His tone is sultry and you swallow. His hands move down your body and your breathing staggers when slides a hand between your legs and the other hand cups your breast.
“I want to try it.”
You don’t need an explanation on what it is, you have a very good idea. The room feels as though the temperature has increased significantly. Your hair is still somewhat damp from the shower and you’re only really wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts. He releases you, and you turn. It must be pretty obvious that you’re turned on. He backs you up slowly, and when he tosses the contents of the bag into the bed, you lick your lips.
The cotton blindfold and floral fluffy cuffs are impossible to hide. You turn back to him.
“Are you sure..”
He looks willing, but you hope he’s not just trying to please you.
“Positive.”
He only pulls away from you to remove his clothing. You’re so distracted by the sight that you forget you should be doing the same. He lets out a low laugh when he sees you get the message. You clumsily get out of your clothing in ample time. Once you're free of the garments, Jane reaches for the blindfold. You’re more than a little eager.
“Turn around.” He instructs.
You obey, turning your back to him as he ties it over your eyes. Once he’s done he leaves a kiss on your shoulders. The cuffs are next. He guides you to the bed first, ensuring that you’re comfortable. It’s a strange feeling. You’ve been naked against the sheets before, but this time feels different.
He takes your hand, kissing each wrist before he places the cuffs on. Now that everything is ready, you’re not sure what to expect.
Laying there, you try to steady your heart rate. It’s hard to concentrate with how much anticipation is rushing through your veins.
“If at any point you want to stop we can, just say the word.”
You nod, and you feel him leave a kiss right at your ankle. The fluffy cuffs around your wrists are preventing you from actually reaching for him. The blindfold around your eyes doing its job.
“You’re adorable (Y/N).”
You whimper, because it feels like torture. He’s just peppering kisses over your body, but he won’t fully touch you. It’s driving you mad. His finger begins tracing a path up your leg, to your knee, between your legs. You clench them together and he clicks his tongue.
“Naughty girl, open your legs for me.”
You shake your head, glaring the best you can. You know he can’t see it, but you still try.
“N-No! You’re going slow on purpose. I-If you’re going to keep teasing me then we’re both gonna suffer.”
Jane chuckles.
“Sounds like the one suffering the most is you, if you obey I’ll give you a treat.”
You don’t want to give in, but you also want the treat.
“Open your legs.”
He coaxes.
You nod, and when his hands part your knees you aren’t really sure what to expect. It’s only when you feel his breath against your most sensitive spot that you react. You gasp the minute you feel his lips slide over your center.
Your hips jerk almost on instinct and you moan as his tongue moves back and forth. He’s licking, teasing you in the best possible way. Your legs are trembling, the sounds coming out are hard to control. It’s when his hands push at the back of your legs that you’re convinced that you’ll lose your mind. Your hands reach down, slipping into his hair and he lets out a soft groan of appreciation that travels throughout your body.
You’re a bit delirious. It’s possible that the lack of vision has amplified your other senses. Everything feels so much more sensitive. The sound of his tongue inside of you is almost too much to handle. Your stomach twists and when his teeth nudge at your clit, it pushes you over the edge.
You jerk against him, and he greedily licks at your juices that flow. You’re heaving, head turning to the side as you do your best to catch your breath, Your legs lower, body a bit worn from the release. You need a moment to gather yourself. You can feel Jane pulling back.
“That was fun, wasn’t it?”
You can’t get your thoughts to settle long enough to form a response. All you know is that it was mind blowing.
You feel Jane’s hand press into the mattress, right next to your waist. You’re waiting for what he has in store next. When you feel his fingers sliding between your thighs you can pretty much guess. His finger enters you and you moan, he just lets out a low chuckle.
“I licked you clean but you’re still dripping wet.”
He slides another finger in and you’re convinced you’ll lose your mind. His actions are slow, you know he’s doing it on purpose. He likes to taunt you with his skill. With your hands still bound, you can’t pull him close the way you would like to. You can only beg.
“P-Please Jane..”
You need more.
“Call me sir.”
You don’t expect the demand, but you’re positive that you’re soaked now.
“Please..sir.”
Jane smirks, stroking your hair.
“Good girl. Now tell me exactly what you want.”
You groan in frustration.
“Jane stop messing around I want you to-”
He clicks his tongue, and you almost protest when you feel his fingers leave. You’re a bit frantic now.
“What did I say?”
“Sir please!”
You’re desperate.
With a hum, he presses a kiss to your neck, then your cheek, right next to your ear.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Fuck me!”
He grins.
“Gladly.”
One of his hands moves your wrist above your head, and the other lifts your thigh. You just barely let out a moan when he slides in. His hips jerk forward with force and you all but choke out his name as he begins to thrust into you steadily.
The angle of your leg seems to give him the access he needs. You’re a mess, and Jane loves it. When he lowers your hands, he places them right behind his neck. The lock there, and now he has the necessary leverage that drives you wild. With your bodies connected, breathing untamed, all you can think is that you should have brought this up before.
Sometimes it’s nice to have a mentalist as a boyfriend.
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“We got back the forensics. Tyler’s prints were all over the room.” Lisbon nods as you hand her the document. Jane is looking as smug as always.
“Alright, you were right, you happy Jane.”
“Ecstatic.”
You just smile.
“(L/N), let’s take a little trip over to the residence.” Jane encourages.
“Yes sir.”
It slips out before you can stop yourself and all heads turn in your direction. Heat rushes up your cheeks and Jane’s smile just widens.
“I-I mean Jane!”
You dash out of the room before anything else is said and they turn to Jane.
He doesn’t explain, just walks out with a triumphant smile.
Rigsby looks back and forth for a moment.
“You don’t think..”
Lisbon shakes her head aggressively.
“I don’t wanna know.”
She knows better than to ask any questions.