#janexreader

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.

~~~

“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.”

“I’m not. You can train yourself to read it. Grab a pen and a paper and write a name down.” 

You’re a bit skeptical, but you do as he says. With a pen and paper in hand, you eye him as you scribble down the name. Jane laughs. 

“John Cena, really.” 

You just gape, turning it over and he smiles. 

“That’s amazing.” 

“It’s all about observation.” 

You have to take his word for it, because you’ve seen him in the field. He’s good at what he does. No wonder people assumed he was psychic. When he made the suggestion of training you of course you assumed it was a bluff. You just figured he wanted to make you feel better. But since that night he’s been explaining and showing you a lot of his quirks. He’d even given you a list of books he suggested to help you on your way. 

If you’re being honest it’s helped you become a better detective. You’ve gotten a little more prudent when you interview suspects and talk with family members. You’ll never be on Jane’s level, but the skills do help. 

“I’ve been practicing that technique you showed me. I tried it on my goddaughter. Turns out she was the one who kept eating the icing off my cake.” 

Jane smiles at that. 

“The radial pulse never lies.” 

“Yeah, Now she thinks I’m a witch. Thanks for that.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

It’s nice to have the weight off your shoulders for a while. It’s only been two months but you actually feel refreshed. You haven’t thought about John since the break up and Jane’s little tricks have become a highlight in your life. You’re like a child whenever he pops out something new. It’s like he has endless tips on how to read a situation or person. 

“It must be easy reading people the way you do.”

“Not always, ignorance is bliss. Knowing as much as I do makes people a bit paranoid.” 

That does make sense. 

“So how do you balance it then? The things you see and the things you’d rather not.” 

The question catches him a bit off guard. No one has ever asked that before. It’s then that he really thinks about it. For him, it’s impossible, there’s too much he knows, internalizes to ever banish that. Yet, looking at your hopeful gaze, if he were to say that, it might crush you. Not for yourself, but the idea of him never having peace would definitely make you sullen. 

In that moment, he needs to show you that these skills aren't always attached with the worst parts of people. They can bring joy. 

“Close your eyes.” 

You do it immediately and Jane smiles. At the start you always questioned before you just followed blindly. Any normal person would, especially with Jane. Now you’re more than eager to follow his lead. 

“Think about a memory, a time where you were at your happiest.” 

Your brows furrow for a second as you seem to go through all your happy thoughts. One particular memory settles and you smile to yourself. Jane takes it all in. The way your body relaxes, your smile glows. He’d like to say that his offer to help you learn his tricks was completely selfless, but it wasn’t. 

For the last two months you’ve been somewhat stuck to his side. Nightly talks, morning meetings at the cafe close to the CBI. Now lunch breaks discussing his tactics. From a stranger’s perspective the assumption would be that you’re dating. He knows that it’s selfish, but the thought makes him smile. He knows that it will take some time before you trust another person with your heart that way. But he’s happy to wait, because it’s been almost a decade since he’s felt like he could ever care about someone this way.

“I remember having a picnic with my mom. We’re wearing matching dresses. She bought it for me. “ 

Your words pull him out of his musings and your eyes open, still wearing that brilliant smile. 

“That was amazing..thank you Jane.” 

You hug him, and for a moment he’s tense, but he finally returns it. This gesture may not be what he hopes, but at this moment, he tries not to dwell on it.

~~~

After a more exhausting case, the team had settled for drinks. 

You’re all laughing with each other as you tell some embarrassing stories. Apparently when Jane first started working for the CBI he looked homeless. At least for his first unofficial case. 

“He did it all with a sharpie and a few pieces of cut out paper.” Lisbon says. 

“Well you all didn’t exactly have tarot cards.” Jane states. 

“As if we would just keep those around.” Lisbon counters. 

She finishes off her drink with a laugh. 

“This has been fun, but I’m going to get some sleep.” She says. Cho and Rigsby offer the same. 

“I’ve gotta get home too, Ben is probably waiting for me.” 

You nod as they all seem to make their way out of the booth. 

“Look out for Jane.” Lisbon calls. 

You laugh as you wave them off. 

“They don’t trust me?” He feigned surprise. 

“I wonder why.” You giggle, finishing your beer. It’s only nine, but you’re not shocked that they’ve turned in so early. The case had taken a few days, even with Jane’s help it was a bit tricky. Jane looks like he’s just getting started, and so are you. 

Waving the waitress over, you get another round. 

~

“What about magic, that’s real right?” 

“Nope, just slight of hand and illusions.” 

“Damn I..” You hiccup. 

“I was sure it was real..” You slur. 

Your words have begun to slow just a little and Jane laughs when he realizes. 

“You’re drunk.” 

“No!” 

Your speech would prove differently.

Leaning back into the chair, you point at him. 

“So, you saved anyone recently with your powers.” You make little twinkling gestures with your fingers and he shakes his head. 

“I don’t usually get involved in those types of things.” 

“What, but you helped me.” 

He knows you’re a bit far gone. You look like you’ll fall asleep at any moment. So he sees no reason to lie about his intervention because you may not even remember this conversation tomorrow. You reach for your beer and Jane just watches you. 

“If I’m being honest I didn’t out John just because it was the right thing to do.” 

You quirk a brow, lowering the beer bottle from your lips with a little grin. 

“What do you mean?” 

He didn’t answer immediately. There’s a linger in his gaze, but then he reaches for his own beer. He took a swig of his drink, then looked back at you. 

“I did it because I care about you. When you started dating Mr. Butch I realized I missed my chance, but I figured as long as he treated you right then it was okay. Then I heard him talking with his buddies. I didn’t need much convincing.”

For a moment you just look at him as if putting the pieces together. It’s true that Jane has always been nice to you, but you assumed that was mainly because he thought you were a bit transparent. There wasn’t much you had to hide after your father made his announcement. You were somewhat of an open book. 

But now he’s saying that he..

“You mean you-” 

“Yes.” 

His response was confident for a man who seemed tipsy. You were very much wasted, but his confession seemed like a sobering shower. You straightened against the chair, cheeks tinting red. 

“I…umm I..” 

You weren’t sure what to say. Jane just grinned, waving his hand. 

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to be honest.” 

You’re not sure there’s anything you can say to that. Jane must realize the change in the air now. He taps the table, pulling out his wallet and dropping some bills on the table. 

“Let’s get you home.” He moves to your side to help you out of the booth. You take his hand, and as you stand, now face to face, it’s almost like you see him in a new light. You swallow, and he balances your weight as he helps you out of the bar. 

The entire trip was silent. 

Jane seemed hyperfocus, even when he helped you all the way into your home. You’d managed to kick off your shoes, dropping onto the bed. He smiled, moving to your side to help get the covers over your body. You’re looking up at him with so much childlike wonder. He lectures himself to leave quickly before he makes a move that he can’t take back. 

“Make sure and drink a lot of water tomorrow.” 

He is about to leave, but you grab his hand. 

“Jane.” 

“Yes?” 

“Do you really like me, like.. like me like me?” 

You sound like a teenager and he has to stop himself from laughing. 

“What if I told you I did? What would you say?” 

Your grip tightens just a little. 

“I think you’re nice Jane, and you’re cute. You have pretty hair.” 

He realizes that he likes your little drunk babbles. You’re cute like this. 

“Thank you.” 

“Can I have a goodnight kiss?” 

You look at him so innocently as you say that and he closes his eyes for a second to ground himself. 

“On the lips!” You insist. 

This time he does laugh, and your cheeks are so red he can almost see it light up the dark. 

“I appreciate the offer but I’d prefer it if you were sober when we actually decided to kiss.” 

“I’m sober.” You say with a pout. 

If you were, you would not be making such an expression. 

“I’ll have to take your word for it.” 

He leans over and you pucker your lips, but he presses a kiss to your forehead instead. When he pulls away he smiles at the displeased expression you wear. 

“No fair..” 

He just chuckles. 

You were a pretty good agent. You did your work efficiently, you stayed away from unnecessary trouble and you had managed to maintain a good relationship with both the FBI and the DA’s office. A perk that really came in handy. Lisbon was never shy with her praise when she asked you to join her team on occasion and you never had a problem because you got to see him. 

“Good morning Agent (L/N).” 

He looked so peppy and you smiled. 

“Good morning Jane, how have you been?” 

“Better now that you’re here.” 

He flashed one of his smiles and you looked away bashfully. 

“Alright break it up, we have a case to solve.” Lisbon came buzzing by and you followed her as she asked you for an update. 

Jane was still smiling even when you left, and the team flocked around him. 

“When are you going to stop flirting and ask her out?” Cho asked. 

“Patience my dear Cho.” Jane tsked. 

“Come on Jane, You guys have been doing this for months. It’s obvious you two are into each other, what are you waiting for?” Rigsby urged. 

“Well, I’m waiting for her to ask me out. She thinks I’m just being friendly. She respects me and the unit, so she’s been battling whether or not she should risk it. I was about to finally make my move but recently she’s decided that she’ll be more direct, bold.” 

“And how exactly do you know that?” Rigsby challenged. 

“Because, she’s started to wear more bright colors. She got another piercing and changed her perfume. She’s making small steps out of her comfort zone that she’s always wanted to do. It’s a build up and I’m eagerly anticipating how this will play out because that cute expression that she’ll wear when I say yes is going to be worth it.” 

Vanpelt smiled, walking over and giving Jane a kiss on his cheek. 

“That’s so sweet.” 

He grinned, gesturing to Vanpelt. 

“See, ladies like considerate men. Take notes fellas.” 

“I think I’m good.” Cho replied, heading back to meet Lisbon. Rigsby’s eyes just followed the redhead. 

“In your case, maybe just ask Vanpelt.” 

Risgby stumbled over his words at the insinuation before he excused himself. Jane chuckled under his breath, watching as you gave a rundown. From the way Lisbon turned to provide instructions, he knew they were about to head back and do some old fashioned research. Nods were exchanged and they all started moving to the cars. 

“We’re heading back to the precinct, turns out our victim had some angry customers at his dealership. We might have to run through a few alibis.” Lisbon explained. 

“I understand. Can I have a ride back with you (Y/N)?” 

You smiled, nodding eagerly. 

“Of course.”

Jane returned the smile and Lisbon rolled her eyes playfully. 

“No funny business Jane!” She called. 

He made a halo gesture and you giggled as you waved the rest of the team off. You all dispersed to head into your separate cars. Jane jumped into the front seat with you, moving from side to side after he buckled his seatbelt. 

“Onward!” 

His childish actions always seemed to brighten your day. Pulling out of the driveway, you kept your eyes ahead. 

“So what kind of music do you like?” He quizzed. 

“I guess I kind of like a bit of everything. I grew up listening to the older Rhythm and Blues, so there might be a bit of bias there. What about you Jane?” 

“The classical stuff I would say. Anything soothing.” 

“Somehow that’s exactly what I pictured.” 

He laughed. 

“Really, I seem like the type?” 

“Yes. Despite all the craziness I think you try to keep a balance, hence the classical tunes.” 

“Hmm, careful, I might get the wrong idea. I might just fall in love with you if you keep reading me like this.” 

You blushed despite yourself, playing it off with a laugh. 

“You have a beautiful smile (Y/N).” 

The comment caught you a bit off guard. With a bashful nod, you tried to stay focused on the road ahead. Because the way things were going, if he delivered anymore compliments you might accidentally crash the car.

“Thank you, Jane.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

You didn’t have to look over to know he was still smiling at you. Possibly with that little gleaming twinkle in his blue eyes. 

A part of you wished the ride back had been longer. Jane tapped your roof with a smile as you dropped him off to follow your own lead on the case. He was smiling all the way inside the building. 

When he was finally out of sight you pressed your head on the steering wheel. 

“Another missed opportunity.” 

You could have asked him then, but you blew it. 

This was becoming a recurring thing. Your intention was to pull out, but you glanced at his seat, and the cellphone caught your eyes. It’s clear it had slipped out of his pocket. 

“I should return it.” 

There’s no way you could just leave it there. You would spend the entire day staring at it if you did. 

Parking the car, you grabbed the phone, heading into the building. Pushing past the doors, you   head to the elevator. He was standing next to it, waiting. 

“Jane!” 

He turned at the call. 

“Oh, couldn’t get enough of me could you.” 

With a shy smile you shake your head, holding out your hand. 

“You left your phone in my car.” 

He patted his pockets. 

“How strange, that usually never happens.” 

He was still smiling at you, and there was just something in his tone that hinted at another motive. He took the phone and you shifted on your feet, wondering if maybe you’d been given another chance. 

“Jane.” 

“Yes.” 

He seemed extra attentive, and you opened your mouth to finally own up, but the doors of the elevator parted and Lisbon and the rest of the team came bounding out. 

“We just caught sight of the suspect, he’s making a run for it.” Lisbon advised. You shifted into cop mode almost immediately. 

“Well I’ll just be here, waiting, all night. Come back when you’re done!!” Jane calls as you all practically sprint out the building. You just had a second to cast him one last look before you were out the door. 

He smiled to himself. 

The chase took a few hours. The guy was slippery, that was for sure. By the time you made it back to the CBI you were a little exhausted. Lisbon has assured that you didn’t have to worry about the paperwork until the morning. So there really was no reason for you to get back. You just hoped that Jane would be at his couch. You didn’t see the harm in checking. So you trailed up the stairs with the intention to finally propose the question you’d been ducking for the last two months. 

The voices of some other agents caused your steps to slow. As you got closer you began to recognize the main one. 

Kyle Truman. 

“Come on, she has a crush on the guy. No wonder she’s always sucking up to Agent Lisbon.” 

You hadn’t planned to walk in on the conversation. Bad blood between units was never unusual. But the man talking badly was someone you’d turned down when he asked you out. Kyle was never really good at handling things without a vicious word or two. Hence your instant decline to his offer. Even if you weren’t sporting a crush for Jane, Kyle would have to be the last man alive on the planet for you to even look in his direction. You knew a red flag when you saw one. You can just imagine who he was bad mouthing now. 

“(Y/N)  likes the lunatics, that’s why she’s head over heels for Patrick Jane.” 

His tone was mocking and your hurt was hard to hide. Your stomach dropped at the laughs from all three men gathered there. You turned to escape the group, but the second you did he was standing right there. 

Jane was right behind you. 

You sucked up what little dignity you had left, bowing your head as you walked past him. 

It was humiliating, being outed like that. Who you had feelings for was none of their business, but you supposed Kyle couldn’t just let it go. 

After the encounter you lectured yourself to be professional. It was your fault for being so transparent. You would do better. 

The next case you assisted on, you were careful to limit your interactions with Jane. He hadn’t done anything wrong, you were just against seeing a look of pity. It was clear from his expression that night that he knew. 

He knew about your feelings, how could he not. 

The entire time he was probably just being nice and it just made the situation worse. 

“(L/N), thanks for the tip. You really helped us out.” 

You’d given some information that caught the convict they were after. With a smile, you nodded. 

“No problem, always happy to help.” 

Regardless of the situation, getting praised from someone like Lisbon who you look up to always felt nice. Rigsy, Vanpelt and Cho offered their thanks as the SWAT team began to clear out the house and take the criminal away. You holster your gun, reaching over to remove your bulletproof vest. You barely had a chance to remove the velcro. Jane stepped in your line of view and your heart gave a quick stutter. You took an unconscious step back, trying to school your features. 

“Jane, good work today.” 

You were grateful your voice remained steady. Moving towards your car, you had no intention of exchanging anymore words. He pressed his hand to the door, and you forced yourself to look at him. 

“Are you going to avoid me forever?” 

“I don’t know what you mean Jane.” 

You weren’t about to admit anything, not to him. 

“I know that you have feelings for me. I’ve known since the second you did.” 

His words caused your jaw to tighten. It was selfish to just cut him off like you did, but rejection wasn’t exactly something you wanted to deal with. You’ve never been a very emotional person, but at that moment, you felt like you would burst into tears. 

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was being kind out of pity. I was waiting for you to ask me out.” 

Your solemn expression changed to confusion. 

“What..” 

His smile was wide and he stepped closer. 

“I wanted to see that look in your eyes when you realized that our feelings were mutual. I could tell that you were building up to it. That’s why I left my phone in your van that afternoon.”

You couldn’t believe it, he must have been messing with you. 

“I know that idiot Kyle only spoke up because you turned him down. You probably did it in the nicest way possible because you’re observant and you take special care of respecting others feelings. Even a pig like Kyle.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the accurate description of the man. 

Jane returned your smile. 

“He was being petty, and hurtful. I apologize. If I’d just been honest with you maybe your feelings would have been spared. “ 

You shook your head. 

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine for always being a coward.” 

You laughed despite yourself, running a hand through your hair. This was not how you thought the day would be going at all. Taking a breath, you straightened your form. Jane’s eyes seemed to light up when he realized what you were about to ask. 

“Patrick Jane, would you like to go on a date with me?” 

“I would love to, Agent (L/N).” 

You couldn’t hide your content, and Jane reached out, pulling you into a hug. 

“I was right, you look even more beautiful with that expression.” 

They had already been on a case tracking a completely different person when they got grabbed. Jane had spotted the signs of a sociopath, and the minute he realized he tried to warn you, but the man had rammed a knife into your gut right in front of the gas station. 

There wasn’t much Jane could do but follow because he had a gun to his head.

Now seated in the basement with his hands bound behind his back with zip tie, he prayed that Lisbon would realize that something was amiss when he didn’t call. 

He was seated, but you were on the floor. The man hadn’t even bothered to tie you to the pole you were leaned against. All he secured was your hands. You were unconscious and losing too much blood. Jane’s eyes tried to stay focused on your breathing as he thought of a way to get you both out of this situation. 

“Listen to me Dan, you can just walk away. We’re law enforcement, someone is going to come looking.” 

Dan shook his head, cackling. 

“Nice try. It’s been over a half an hour, I got some time before they realize. By then you’ll be dead.” 

Jane couldn’t hide his fear, because this man wasn’t going to be talked into submission. There was almost nothing humane in Dan’s eyes. Searching for sympathy would be useless. He wanted to watch you both suffer. 

Dan waved the knife in front of Jane tauntingly. 

“So tell me, how did you know? It usually takes a second. You know after I’ve already talked them up or tied them up. But you took one look at me and I could see it. It was like you were staring right into my soul.” He ran the blade over Jane’s shoulder. 

“It’s kind of creepy, even for me.” Dan chuckled as Jane tried to lean away from the weapon. 

The shuffling behind caused Dan to turn, and Jane glanced over. You were now seated upright, eyes open. 

Dan just grinned. 

“Well look at this, she’s awake. Thought I’d have to cut into you while you were just laying there, but it’s more fun like this. Wanna hear you scream.”

Your head was lolling to the side, almost like you were half asleep. Using the pole, you pushed to your feet, despite your hands being tied at the front of you. Dan’s laugh grew louder. 

“Are you going to fight me?” 

It sounded like a challenge. Jane was wondering the same. He hoped that maybe you had some kind of trick, but he caught sight of your eyes, and the lack of reaction present in your pupils had him confused. 

Dan still looked pretty confident, but when you pulled your palms apart and the zipties snapped like a piece of paper, he faltered for about a second. He moved forward with the intention to slice you with the knife, but you evaded and punched him right in the jaw. His body hit the floor like a log and Jane just stared in shock. 

He was out cold. 

When Dan didn’t move, you walked over. Jane assumed to get the knife to free him, but you kneeled and delivered another punch. 

The blow seemed to jolt him awake, and when he gathered what happened his jaw tightened. 

“You bit-” 

The words didn’t leave, you punched him again and he was unconscious again. 

That should have been it, but you kept hitting. Each punch caused Jane to flinch. After several harsh blows, you stopped, knuckles bloodied and bruised. Dan’s face was a mess, but to Jane’s surprise he was still breathing. You finally took the knife, and Jane swallowed, because he didn’t trust the emptiness in your eyes. He’s heard of sleepwalking, but this was different. It wasn’t just the fact that you’d subdued a man twice your size, but you’d done it with a very prominent stab wound in your stomach. 

You stepped behind Jane and he held his breath, ready for just about anything. 

With one tug his hands were free, and he practically jumped out of his seat, watching you wearily. He wasn’t sure how to proceed. Just about anything could trigger you. He wasn’t sure he would fare well against you.

“I’m your friend.” 

You dropped the blade, and Jane looked a little more at ease. 

For a while you just stood there, head moving back and forth as if you were drunk, or drugged. He stayed focused on your eyes. To his surprise the light seemed to return to them, almost like you were regaining consciousness. You blinked a few times, trying to gauge your surroundings, then you looked down at your bloody shirt, then back up at him in confusion. He recognized that look. 

He jumped forward, grabbing you just as your knees gave out. You landed in his arms, fingers gripping at his suit as you both laid leaned partially against the wall. 

“M-Mr..Jane..” 

You looked out of it, and he nodded, reaching into his pocket, thankful that the idiot hadn’t been smart enough to take your phones. Dialing Lisbon, he tried to press his hand to your stomach to slow down the bleeding. 

It rang twice. 

“Jane! Where the hell are you!” 

“We got grabbed by a sociopath. He took us somewhere off the mainroad, it looks like the market further down is his hunting grounds. We need an ambulance (L/N) got stabbed.” 

“Okay, okay, we’re tracking your phone right now. I need you to stay on the line and keep her conscious. Don’t let her fall asleep. Keep her talking.” 

Jane nodded, placing the phone down as he tapped your cheek softly. 

“Hey, listen you have to stay away okay.” 

“Okay..” 

Your voice was already heavy with exhaustion, no doubt your earlier actions did not help at all. 

“No, no not okay, you need to keep talking, tell me something, come on.” 

Your brows were furrowed as you tried to think of an answer to his question. 

“Something..tell you something?” 

It was a question and he nodded, still trying to keep a steady hand on the wound. He didn’t like the fact that you weren’t even reacting to the pain. 

“Jane, we’re five minutes out!” 

He heard Lisbon call from the other side of the phone. The sirens were ringing on her end, and he kept his eyes focused on you. 

“They’re almost here, okay you just have to look at me and stay awake.” 

“But I’m tired..” 

You muttered. He shook his head, pulling you up a bit closer. 

“No, no you’re not, look at me.” 

Your eyes were droopy. He was out of ideas. It wasn’t often that he needed to startle someone awake, he was so used to trying to put them to sleep. 

“Think, think!” 

He wasn’t sure what tactic he could use in this scenario that would work. It wasn’t like he could get up and search the house. 

“You know you kind of look like William Moseley from Narnia. I had a secret crush on the guy when I saw that movie as a kid.” 

That was it. 

He couldn’t believe that such a small detail might actually end up saving your life. 

“(L/N), listen to the sound of my voice.” 

You blinked, trying your best to focus on him. 

“I need you to picture it, your favorite book, the characters, the wardrobe.” Your head drifted to the side, and when he saw a small smile on your lips, he grinned himself. 

“What book is it?” 

“Chronicles of Narnia, William is hot.” 

He chuckled under his breath. 

“That’s good, now memorize all those features, his hair, his eyes, jaw, lips..” 

Your eyes were close, but he could see the changes on your face as you tried to picture it. 

“Open your eyes.” 

You did, lazily and when you stared back at him your eyes grew wide. 

“Woah…William what the hell are you doing here?” 

You looked dazed and Jane couldn’t help but laugh. Despite your state you were gleaming at him, completely lovestruck. 

“Wait till Mr. Jane hears about this, he’ll never believe me..” You were mumbling to yourself. 

He was grateful the tactic seemed to work. You looked a little more alert than before. You were forming better sentences, so that was a good sign.

“You know I’ve always wanted to kiss you? I know it’s crazy, you’re a celebrity but I was fifteen, anything felt possible back then.” 

It’s clear you were now confessing some childhood thoughts, and Jane felt himself relax. 

“I understand, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” 

“I’m not, I know this is a dream, you can’t be real.” He laughed internally at the fact that you’d so quickly become rational. 

“Since this is a dream I guess it doesn’t matter then.” 

That statement had him a bit confused. 

“What doesn’t ma-” 

You pulled him down and Jane was stunned when you kissed him. His hand twitched and before he could say or do anything he heard the sound of heavy steps from above. You pulled away just as the door behind him was forced open. 

“JANE!!” 

“Down here!” 

Lisbon was rushing down the steps, yelling for paramedics who came in right behind her. 

You were still wearing a content smile on your face as the medics began to separate the both of you to tend to the wound. Jane moved to his feet slowly and Lisbon took in his dazed expression as they stabilized you on a gurney and carried you away. 

“You okay Jane?” 

He nodded.

“I’m great..” 

He couldn’t get himself to say more than that. 

~

The entire situation took hours. 

Arresting Dan, chasing after the other killer that they’d been tracking before you and Jane got tangled in such an unlucky situation. Then praying that you were okay. 

When Lisbon made it back to the hospital around eleven,  the doctor advised her that you were now conscious and stable. 

Jane tagged along. He couldn’t help but linger in the hallway. There were just so many questions he needed to ask, but none felt like the right one. Lisbon understood his need to be there, to be sure you were okay. So she didn’t press. Just left him to work up the courage to actually go into your room. 

He walked up and down the corridor maybe twice before he finally settled by the door. With a knock, he bowed his head and waited to be invited in. When you did, he saw your curiosity change to relief. 

“You’re okay Mr. Jane.” 

He nodded, closing the door behind him. 

“I’m great thanks to you.”

“That’s good.” 

You looked a bit more relaxed, waiting for him to say more. But he was just wearing that look. At first you were unsure, but the longer he stared the clearer it became. 

You had to ask. 

“It happened didn’t it?” 

Jane raised a brow.

“What happened?” 

You let out a dry laugh, sadness on your face. 

Lisbon wouldn’t give you the particular details, so you knew it must have been bad. 

“I blacked out and almost killed that guy.” 

He was surprised that you were aware. 

“So that’s happened before?” 

You nod, pulling at the sheets. Now it made sense why he was here. He wasn’t just checking to see if you were okay. He probably came back to see if it would occur again, maybe figure out if he’d imagined the whole ordeal. He’s seen it first hand, so it’s not like you could deny it. He already knew. 

“I have a disorder. Some people are anxious about sleep walking, well, fighting under duress falls well within that category.” 

Jane shifted in his spot, recalling what Cho had said about you being like him. Now it made sense. He wasn’t just referring to your similarly frank way of speaking to people. 

“You were a soldier.” 

You nod at the observation. 

“First time it happened I was shot. Everyone thought I was dead, including my Lieutenant. He tried to run back and get my body. Make sure that at least my casket back home wouldn’t be empty. It was stupid. But he had this dumb idea that no soldier should be left behind. I kept telling him in real life situations that was far from the truth. But he still came back for me.” 

Your gratitude was easy to spot. 

“He got jammed up and I came back like a zombie. I took down every target. When I regained consciousness you should have seen his face. He looked at me like I was superman. I never believed him for a second, but I started to have those dreams and I realized that wasn’t all they were. When I got back from my last tour I was done. Joined the CBI. I wanted to save lives, instead of taking them.” 

In a strange way he could relate. He’d felt like this was his redemption for all the people he deceived. Using his skills to help rather than for greed. 

He noticed the way you were now guarding yourself. Like you were ready for him to declare you a monster and run off. 

That couldn’t be further from the truth. Your actions were involuntary, but every cruel thing he’d ever done in his life was intentional. He exploited the weaknesses of others. If anyone should be treated like a monster it should be him. 

He stepped closer, taking a seat on the bed. You look so lost, maybe even scared. At that moment he could tell that all you really needed was comfort.

“You’re the reason we’re both breathing right now. Regardless of anything, I’m grateful.” 

He wore a smile, and slowly but surely one grew on your face. You nodded, laughing softly even though he could see you didn’t fully believe that he wasn’t afraid. 

“Since we’re making confessions I feel like I should also apologize. I’m sorry about, you know, kissing you.” 

You were bashful now and he couldn’t help but find it cute. 

“No worries, I was happy to fulfill a long time fantasy.” 

Your blush darkened and you wouldn’t really look at him. You pressed your hands to your face. 

“I can’t believe I did that.” 

Jane was laughing. 

“It’s fine, it was partially my fault. You were falling asleep so I had to hypnotize you. Lisbon told me to keep you alert. I guess it worked better than either of us imagined.” 

You smile, even though you felt badly for basically attacking Jane. Finally moving your hand from your face you giggled. 

“Well I guess I can’t complain, you did literally save my life and fulfill a dream. I’m appreciative.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

Jane wore that smug little smile, and for a brief second his eyes dropped to your lips. 

“I didn’t hate it.” 

You tilt your head to the side. 

“Didn’t hate what?” 

He was still smiling. 

“When you kissed me. It caught me off guard, but I didn’t hate it.” 

The confession obviously wasn’t what you were expecting. You shifted on the bed.

“Well I guess that’s good..” 

For a moment you wouldn’t look at him, but when you finally did, something about the look in your eyes, it drew him closer. Maybe it was the fact that you’d both faced such an ordeal. Jane understood enough about the mind to realize why he felt a bit protective of you now. The smart thing to do was to bid you goodbye. He’d already checked to see that you were okay. He didn’t have to do anything else. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder what a real kiss would feel like. That first one had been an impulse. 

Over way too quickly. 

He leaned over, dazed when he saw your eyes begin to lower. You should have been protesting against this, but you didn’t have the nerve. His lips finally pressed to yours and you sighed happily. His hand gripped the pillow at your head, careful not to put too much weight on your body. Your hand drifted, sliding into his hair. 

When your fingers ran over his scalp, tanging into his hair, he was the one who moaned. His lips had parted for a second, just to catch a breath and the moment he did, he was diving back in. When you felt his tongue brush your own, there was a part of you that thought you were still having a dream. It felt way too good to be a reality. 

“Ma’am are you alright you heart monitor is-” 

The sound of your worried nurse caused you both to pull apart. Jane practically leapt out of the bed and you straightened, trying to fix any part that was out of order. 

The nurse’s face went from surprise to humorous. Now that you were no longer indulging in questionable activity you could hear the loud erratic beeping of the machine. 

“I apologize for intruding, but I’d have to advise against any strenuous activities that could raise your heart rate or blood pressure. You lost a significant amount of blood.” 

“O-Of course! H-He was just leaving. Right Mr. Jane.” 

He was still looking at you, but then he blinked when he realized you’d asked a question. 

“Yes, yes I’m leaving. She’s in very capable hands. I’ll be going.”

He rushed out of the room comically and you wanted nothing more than to bury your face into the sheets. 

“How scandalous.” The nurse teased. 

You were right about one thing, Jane was the only person in the building that liked tea just as much as you. Sometimes he’d bring back ones that you hadn’t tasted before. You were both on the couch in your office exchanging notes.

“I swear you find the craziest blends.”

You lifted the packet that said strawberries and licorice. When he told you about it you thought he was joking. He smiled from his seat, placing his cup down.

“There’s a whole world of tea out there that neither of us have ever heard of. I just wanted to share the wealth.”

You giggle with a nod, taking the box he offered.

“I’ll take these home and let you know how it goes.”

“I would appreciate it.”

He crossed his legs, going right back to his drink. For a moment you take the chance to study him. You can’t believe that your behavior has deprived you of such a good friend. When people told you he was charming you thought it was just one of those things, but he’s a genuinely nice person.

Last week he’d bought a box of donuts for the office. Yesterday he helped Lisbon find her car keys so she wouldn’t have to take a taxi home and you met him during one of his classes where he was holding a student’s child so they could pay attention to the lecture. From the smile on the infant’s face, it might have taken a lot to separate them when the class was over. You can’t believe you’d been so quick with your judgment.

“You’re awfully quiet, is everything okay?”

He was looking at you curiously and you nodded.

“I was just thinking how childish I was about our whole feud.”

You’d just jumped to conclusions. Now that you think about it, the parking spot might have been another misunderstanding. Maybe he’d just been late for a class. Your spot was closer than his.

Jane hummed.

“I feel like I should make a confession. I did steal your parking spot on purpose.”

“What!!”

He laughed.

“I was being petty. You’d already accused me of two crimes. I just wanted to get a rise out of you, maybe a bit of payback.”

You can’t help but laugh at the sheer stupidity of the situation. Here you were, two adults acting like kids.

“I guess I could give you that one.”

Jane just smiles. You can tell he’s about to poke fun at you, but there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in.”

They enter. It’s another professor.

“Jace, how can I help you?”

He’s smiling, until he spots Jane. Suddenly he looks a bit nervous.

“I was hoping we could have a word in private but I can come back later. Enjoy the rest of your breakfast.” He excuses himself and you just give a short wave.

“I wonder what that was about.” You say thoughtfully.

“He wanted to ask you out.”

Jane’s words make you sputter.

“W-What! That’s crazy there’s no way you can know that.”

“Whenever he sees you he smiles, he probably makes small gestures like bringing you a cup of your favorite tea on occasion or offering to pay for lunch with the excuse that he needs some tips on innovative teaching tactics.”

You gape.

“How do you know that..”

“I’m observant. It’s obvious that he likes you. His cologne is stronger today, he was wearing one of his more expensive watches and a more subtle color tie.”

After the evaluation he takes a sip of his tea as if he hadn’t just done a full profile on the guy.

You shift a bit closer on the couch to Jane and he looks over when you lean in. His eyes drift to your lips for a second, staring expectantly.

“Hey, Dr. Jane, are you by chance psychic?”

You’re whispering.

If he was expecting anything, it wasn’t that. He just laughs and you puff your cheeks.

“Y-You can’t blame me for asking! Sometimes it’s like you can read minds.”

“I assure you I cannot read minds.” He smirks behind his cup and you just point at him accusingly.

“Quit it with that smirk!!”

He knows what he’s doing.

Yes, days with Jane are anything if not eventful. A few of the professors enjoy his antics as well. You always catch him messing with Cho and Rigsby.

“There’s no way you can tell what card I had.” Rigsby seems doubtful.

You’d walked into the lunch area just in time to see the latest game.

Jane is holding a card in his hand, the deck on the table. Lisbon and Vanpelt are watching from the side with smiles. Jane draws the card and Rigsby looks in disbelief.

“No way!”

Cho seems like he anticipated the outcome.

“He’s done this a dozen times. Stop trying to beat him.” He advises. Jane shrugs with a big grin as he places the card back in the deck.

“They’re like kids.” Lisbon says. You nod in agreement. Your eyes stray when someone else walks in.

“What are you all getting up to?” Jace asks.

“Jane is messing with Rigsby.” You explain. Jace nods, moving to your side.

“Hey, could I get your help with something?”

You nod.

“Of course.”

Jane seems to appear next to you.

“Sorry, I forgot my mug in your office this morning Professor, do you think we can go and grab it.”

You know how important tea is to Jane, because you’re quite the same.

“Yeah, we can go now. Sorry Jace, can we talk later.”

He nods.

“Sure, no problem.”

“Great. Come on Jane, let's get that cup before you go through tea withdrawal.” You joke.

He smiles, leading you away. Once you’re both gone, Jace excuses himself.

“You think she knows?” Cho asks.

“She has no idea.” Rigsby replies.

Lisbon and Vanpelt nod in agreement.

A part of him knew it was immature, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Being as perceptive as he was made it very easy to see the ill intentions of other people. That’s why he’s not surprised when he’s apprehended in a hallway later in the evening.

“Listen, Jane right, I’d appreciate it if you’d stop bulldozing me.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Jace accuses.

He looks irritated.

“I saw her first, she’s mine okay.”

The comment is laced with annoyance and Jane is calm despite Jace’s controlling statement.

“I know you don’t really want to date her. You’re trying to see how many female faculty members you can sleep with so you can add another notch to your belt.” Jane states. Jace stiffens for a second, then smiles.

“It’s true what they say about you, you’re some kind of psychic.”

“There’s no such thing as psychics.”

Jace steps forward, shoving Jane’s shoulder and he just steps back at the push.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter what you say. I also heard that until recently she hated your guts. All I have to do is make up some rumor and I’m sure she’ll go right back to hating you. Then (Y/N) will be practically jumping into bed with me. Just mind your business and stay out of it.”

He looked pretty proud of himself until he turned. His smile dropped when he saw you standing there with a folder of papers. Jane looked equally surprised.

“So I’m some kind of conquest?”

Jace shook his head and you frowned, walking over to him.

“Stay the hell away from me, and if you so much as look in Jane’s direction you’ll regret it.”

You were pissed and he realized at that moment that no words would make up for what he’d already said. He was quick to walk away. You made a mental note to warn the other women to steer clear.

Jane looked guilty.

“I’m sorry. I should have warned you about him before.”

You shook your head with a smile.

“I get it. You didn’t want to tip the boat. I’m sorry that you had to deal with that. I can’t believe he pushed you. You should file a report.”

“Tis but a flesh wound.” He spoke dramatically.

You giggled and Jane smiled himself. Even now he was looking out for you. Jace’s words were still ringing. He must have been pretty confident about you disliking Jane if he thought a stupid rumor would make you hate him. That might have been true before, but it was almost outrageous now.

“Dr. Jane, I want you to know that I trust you. I know we had a rocky start but I’ve seen the kind of person you are. I’d never turn on you over a silly rumor.”

Unless he told you straight that he did something, you would have faith in him.

He looked touched.

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

You nod.

“Of course! Besides, if I dropped you, who would I get tea from?”

He gasped.

“Is that all I’m useful for?”

“Essentially.”

You gave his shoulder a playful nudge.

“Speaking of tea, I'm sort of craving a cup, let’s go.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice.

For one you remember everything.

Every single embarrassing detail.

It’s a miracle you can face Jane the next morning. Your plan was to pretend that you forgot it all. All you had to do was smile and act like you usually did. Jane would definitely not know the difference. 

“You remember everything don’t you?” 

You hadn’t even fully made it through the door. He must be a mind reader. Surely you weren’t being that obvious. Placing your bag down you clear your throat. 

“Sorry about last night..” You mutter. 

It’s all you can work yourself up to say. 

He just sits there all comfortable and smug. 

“No harm done, just know that I’ll be charging for my good night kisses moving forward.” 

Your face is every shade of red and you look around to ensure no one hears that. 

“Whatever!” 

It’s clear that he would hold it against you. This is Jane after all. 

For the most part you’re surprised. You thought moving forward would be awkward, but he’s still sweet and attentive. Giving you tips as you work cases. You’ve fallen back into an easy position. You’re still friends, but something has definitely shifted in your relationship as the days go by.

One particular afternoon you’re sharing out the snacks you bought on the way in. The case had taken a turn and no one was able to grab a meal, so you volunteered to feed the crew. After everyone is sitting contently with their snacks and Jane with his cup of tea, you take a seat to devour your shortcake but something catches your eye. 

The letter on your desk

It’s been sitting there for at least three weeks. You haven’t had the courage to open it, because you know who it’s from and what it’s about. 

It’s getting close to that time. 

You lower the snack, reaching for the letter. You don’t really need to open it for confirmation. Your eyes seem to immediately drift in Jane’s direction. 

“Jane, can I ask you a favor?” 

He’s curious, both at your tone and the way you look a bit uneasy, he nods. 

“Of course.” 

You stand, moving to him as you hand him the letter. 

“I’ve been invited to a charity event. It’s from my dad.” 

The change in your demeanor speaks for itself. 

“I usually just ignore it. I’ve been getting one of these every year since I left. No matter where I went he always knew where I was, but all he ever did was send these dumb invitations. It’s a shitty attempt at extending an olive branch, but it’s been so long and I..” 

“You miss him.” 

You nod, exhaling softly. 

“My stepmother is going to be there as well. I’d feel better if I had someone to help me in case she walks over with her crocodile tears and fake theatrics.” 

Jane doesn’t need to read you, the hostility is plain in your voice. 

“I’d be happy to join you.” 

Relief rushes over your face as you smile at him. 

“Thank you Jane, this means a lot.” 

“No problem.” 

After reading up on your father there is no way he’d let you go there alone, especially since you’re asking for his company. 

~

You can’t seem to stop tugging at your dress. 

You aren’t even sure why you’re here. It’s been so long, you really wanted to push all the bad memories behind you, but this fancy ball with all these snobby looking people is just more proof that you’re nothing but a prop for him to parade around. 

“Are you okay?” 

Jane has noticed the way you’ve been fidgeting with the dress for the last half hour. You feel bad for dragging him into this, but you didn’t want to be here alone. You’re glad that he agreed to accompany you. This is just another one of your father’s many pretentious charity balls. You expect no different. 

“I’ll be great when I see him. I’m just going to have a private conversation with him and then we’re leaving. If we don’t hurry he’s going to find the mic and-” 

“Good night everyone, thank you all for coming.” the booming voice of your father over the speaker makes you groan. 

“Too late.” You grumble, annoyed. 

This is what you were afraid of. You were clear when you sent him the email that you had no intention of being introduced into his version of society. You just wanted to see him and then leave, but of course he’s made it into another political campaign. He’s standing on the stage like some kind of king, your step mother right next to him. The sight is infuriating. 

“I appreciate all the support. I know that this charity was assembled to raise funds for some very important causes, but another factor I wanted to add was the introduction of my daughter.” 

You have every intention to get the hell out, but it’s too late. The spotlight drops right on you and the people around back up. 

“A round of applause for my beautiful daughter who is an Agent at the California Bureau of Investigation.” 

You’re trying to keep your face neutral, but you hate this. He promised you this wouldn’t happen and he still did it. Nothing has changed. 

“Some of you might not know this but my daughter had a bit of a rebellious streak. She ran off right after she graduated. You know kids, desperate to fight their parents. She’s every bit of her father in regards to ambition, but the rebellion, well that certainly comes from her mother, Bless her soul.” Laughter resounds throughout the room and all you want to do at that moment is cry. You can’t believe he would stoop so low as to use your mother as a topic of entertainment just to make himself look good.

“Excuse me, if I may.” Jane interjects, stepping in front of you. He takes your hand and you look up, clearly unsure of what he intends to say. 

“Who might you be sir?” 

“My name is Patrick Jane, I’m a consultant. I work with the CBI as well.” 

“Great, a coworker. Maybe you can tell us a little about how brave my daughter is.” He lets out that arrogant laugh. 

“I can, but I’d much rather talk about you. For instance you're a self-centered pig who would do anything for publicity and attention. “ Gasps ring in the room and you just stare. 

“Excuse me?” Your father is obviously shocked. 

“You heard me. Your own daughter ran away because despite being an amazing woman you couldn’t see past your own selfish biases. You wanted a son, someone you could train who would be a reflection of yourself. I’m guessing when your daughter was born you were probably barely there to hold her. When her mother died you couldn’t wait to replace her, which explains the bimbo on your arm. Good luck finding a stage big enough to house both your egos.” 

The more he says the less you believe. 

“Your daughter supported and put herself through the academy and college all without your help or money. She did that on her own. She’s an incredible person and an even better agent. If you ever took your head out far enough out of your ass, maybe you would see it. Nevertheless, have a good night.” 

Nothing more is said. Your father is in too much of a shock to say anything. Jane just holds your hand as he guides you out of the building. You can still hear the flashes of the camera as you exit the building. You have no doubt that this will be the topic in the papers for a good few weeks. By the time you make it to his car you’re full on laughing. 

“I can’t believe you said that Jane, that’s crazy.” 

He’s smiling. 

“It’s my job to bring the truth to light, justice and all that.” He shrugs, still wearing that smile. 

“We should probably get out of here before he sends security though.” Jane opens the door and you both jump in, pulling out of the parking in record time, your laughter following down the street. 

When you get back to your home you invite him in for a drink as you both recall the events of the night. You’d settled on the couch, watching the news report. You snort at the picture of your father’s face with the headline. ‘Deadbeat Dad’ attached. 

“You're going to get in trouble tomorrow.” 

“Meh, when am I not in trouble?” 

“You’re right, that’s a rare sight.” 

“Agreed.” 

You’re laughing again, and you’re grateful. You would have never had the courage to stand up to him the way Jane did. There’s nothing you can really do to express your gratitude. You’re just thankful to have someone like Jane in your corner. You send him an easy smile and he turns to you, mirroring your expression. 

“What is it?” 

“I’m just lucky to have someone like you Jane. Thank you, really.” 

“All in a day's work.” 

He’s modest about his caring nature at times. You understand that there is a lot of guilt in regards to his past. He feels like he doesn’t deserve praise sometimes. He also assumes he shouldn’t have love. But you remember every word he said that day when you were having drinks. How honest he’d been about his feelings. Maybe it’s time for you to do the same. 

“Jane, about what you said that night, having feelings for me.” 

“You don’t have to worry about that.” 

“But what if I want to worry about it Jane?” 

He pauses, and you move just a bit closer on the couch. He notices, or course he does. 

“I’ve never had someone like you, Jane. Friend of otherwise. I’d like to think that the reason my heart is racing right now is because what I feel right now isn’t just friendship, but maybe that’s just me.” 

He shakes his head. 

“It’s not just you.” 

You blush. 

“That’s good.” 

He smiles, leaning in just as you do. 

Every movement is slow. Careful. In your mind you feel like you have to be. If you’re not, then you’re scared that this might vanish. When your lips finally meet, the little sigh you release is soft and filled with unfiltered elation. Jane’s hand seems to immediately move to the back of your head as he deepens the kiss.

 His urgency sparks a heat in the pit of your stomach. You don’t even realize you’re moving until you feel his hands on your hip, your legs pressing into the couch at the sides of him as you straddle him. He pulls you closer and you fall right into his lap, fingers tangling into his hair. The little sound he lets out as your fingers brush the back of his head is absolute heaven. 

It takes a while for either or you to part. When you do, Jane conveys a smile. 

“I should be the knight more often.” He says a bit wistfully,

You were a detective after all. Walking into the office of your supervisor, you stopped by the door.

“Close it would you.”

He gestured.

You closed the door, now very worried at the way he was smiling at you proudly.

Captain Sean Haynes never smiled like that unless a corrupted politician was exposed or a serial killer was off the streets.

“Who did you kill, sir?”

“Because I’m in a good mood I’m going to ignore that comment Detective (L/N).”

He stood from his seat.

“I’m sure you’ve heard some of the others discussing that opening at the CBI. They’ve been looking for some of the best.”

You grin, because you realize where this is going.

“Angela told me. Micheal as well. A lot of them applied for the position. Did Angela get the job? You want to plan a surprise party? I’m on it. I can start putting things together.”

You looked ready to dash out the office.

“Hold up, that’s not why you’re here.” 

He picked an envelope off his desk, stepping closer as he held it out. You just stared down at it.

“What is this?”

“It’s your new job. You got it.”

Disbelief crossed your face, then panic.

“S-Sir, that's impossible, I never applied for the position.”

“I sent in your application. I also added my recommendation along with a few more from your previous jobs. You’re an incredible detective. The director asked me personally to make a recommendation and I chose you.”

The fact that he thinks so highly of you should make you ecstatic, but the realization of what this means is terrifying. You should have explained to him better why you didn’t apply. He must have overheard you speaking to some of the others about your hesitance and assumed you were just scared of change.

“This is a good thing. Trust me I don’t want to lose you in this department, but this opportunity is a game changer. You’re adaptive, honest and thorough. I have faith in your ability.”

You have yet to take the letter. As you stare at it you become aware that you can’t just turn down this. Sean is not known for being the most emotionally expressive person, but you know he’d put his life on the line for any of his officers. He did this for you, to help. To reject that would be bad. You try to keep your hand steady as you take the envelope and his smile brightens.

“You’ll do great.”

That’s what he said.

A month later you were transferred into the California Bureau of Investigation. Angela and Micheal had both congratulated you and used some of their vacation days to help you unpack and get settled in. The second they left California you could feel that internal fear that came with the realization that this was actually happening.

You tried everything to look on the bright side, but the idea of being here was stressful. You took an extra day to gather your wits and when you walked through those doors, you gave yourself a talk. You just needed to be smart. Keep your head down for the first few months. Settle in and above all else, keep your distance from him.

“This is Patrick Jane, he’s our consultant.” Lisbon introduced.

He held out his hand and you gave a nod, keeping your hands at your side like you’d done with the rest of them. He withdrew his arm with a careful look and you were sure to keep your expression neutral.

“Thank you, I look forward to working with all of you.”

Vanpelt was smiling, possibly excited to have another woman on the team.

“Your desk is right here, let me know if you need anything.” She offered.

You were seated a bit closer to Cho’s desk. With a nod, you move to check out the area.

“I’m sorry to throw you into the field so early but we have a case. We were just about to head over. If you’d like to get settled in you can hang back.”

You contemplated it, but turning down the invitation would certainly raise a flag, at least for a certain consultant.

“It’s no problem. I can join.”

“Great, everyone meet at the van in five minutes.”

Nods were exchanged as everyone began to gather their belongings to leave.

You waited patiently, joining them when they started filling out the door.

The second you were all in the van Jane seems inclined to start his interrogation.

“So what’s the deal with you?”

“Jane.” Lisbon’s warning tone was enough.

“Please don’t piss off the newest member of our team.”

“I was just making conversation. “ He responded.

The rest of them snickered in the back, and you just sat quietly, hoping to get there quickly.

~

Lisbon was questioning Mrs. Connell and you studied everything. Your eyes drifted over James. Her son. He’s young. You know this will take a toll on him. Losing his father. At least that’s what you thought. 

You expected a different temperament. 

His collected behavior was a bit suspicious. You lifted your head when you felt a pair of eyes boring into you. Jane was looking at you. Clearing your throat you looked away. About to take a step to the side to maybe look for other clues that could back up what you were slowly putting together about the murder. You moved to head into the kitchen but James grabbed your hand unexpectedly, clearly about to ask a question.

The rush you felt at the contact made you practically rip your hand out of his hold. You stared at him in horror and now all eyes seemed trained on you.

“P-Please excuse me.”

You paced out of the room, lecturing yourself for losing your cool.

When the interview was over everyone met you outside.

“I apologize for my reaction.”

“It’s okay.”

From her look you knew she must have just assumed you had some kind of issue with germs. You sighed, happy with her understanding.

“About the case, I think we should look into previous accidents involving their son.” You advised.

Lisbon looked a bit confused.

“Their son? James is twelve. Why should we focus on him?” 

“Because James is a sociopath.” Jane’s comment produces shocked expressions.

“What do you mean sociopath, he’s a kid.” Lisbon argues.

“He’s the murderer. Case closed. Lock him up.” 

Jane turned heading for the van as Lisbon chased after him.

“Wait! You can’t just drop something like that without evidence.”

“You’ll find evidence in that little box he keeps under his bed. He’s smart, but narcissistic. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be caught. His mother isn’t an angel either. She’s known for a while that he might be dangerous. She probably even suspected that he killed her husband.”

Lisbon still looks unsure.

“If you don’t believe it, just bring them in. Put them in different rooms and threaten to send her to prison, she’ll confess to anything if she thinks she’ll lose her son. Her husband just died, she doesn’t want to leave her her son too.” 

Through his entire assessment you’re quiet. Lisbon lets out a sigh, as she begins to give tasks.

“Rigsby, Cho, call the sheriff, we’re going to take them in for questioning. Vanpelt call forensics, we’ll need a warrant to search the house.”

Lisbon turns back to Jane with a solemn look.

“I hope you’re wrong about this.” 

You know she doesn’t want to believe an innocent child could do something so horrible.

“Me too.”

Lisbon knew it was unrealistic. 

Whenever Jane spoke in that tone of confidence she knew. They’d gotten the warrant. What was found in James’s bedroom proved Jane’s theory and much more. You didn’t need it though. From the second you saw him you knew something was off. But it’s that touch. That short interaction that reinforced what you suspected when you entered the house and James looked more composed than grieving. His mother pleaded, but there was nothing that could be done to stop it.

Her son was a monster. Left unattended he could kill so many. They took a monster off the street. You should be relieved. However, Jane has been sending you some not so subtle looks for the entirety of the day.

You just try to make it through the best you can.

The following day you try to ignore it all. Walk in and pretend that nothing is wrong.

“That’s the fastest we’ve ever closed a case. You might be a good luck charm.” Lisbon commended.

You gave a tentative smile.

“Jane was the one who figured it out, I just had a hunch.”

“Oh, don’t be modest, you’re good. I saw your file.”

You tense and Lisbon glares at him.

“How exactly did you get a hold of this file?”

“I have my ways, anyway, how did you know?”

He’s seated on his couch, just holding his cup of tea. You’ve never been so disarmed by someone that looks completely harmless.

“You’re a good detective, that goes without saying. You studied his body language. Picked up on the little social cues. It’s commendable. Your closing rate is also impressive. What concerns me is the fact that someone as skilled as you has stayed in the detective position so long. You’ve had plenty of opportunities I’m sure. I get the feeling that you were forced into this one. You never wanted to be here.”

You play that off with a smile.

“Why does everything have to be a conspiracy with you Mr. Jane.”

“Answer the question.”

Lisbon can spot the tension and now the rest of the team is just watching.

“Alright let’s all calm down.”

“I won’t because she’s hiding something. Something big. Whatever it is, it’s connected to the reason why you refuse to let people touch you.”

Swallowing, you pray that he’ll stop talking, stop fishing.

“You have no problem letting people think that you’re some kind of germaphobe, but that’s not it.”

“That’s enough Jane, stop it.”

“What, don’t you want to know if your agent is a spy, Lisbon?”

“I’m not a spy.”

He grins.

“But there is something, right?”

"I don't have to listen to this."

You need to leave before he says more.

“It’s something terrible, something you don’t want anyone to find out.”

You freeze in place, and you can see the looks you get from everyone in the room. 

Judging you, suspecting you.

Regardless of how unhinged Jane is, they trust him. 

You’re scared. 

You should have done a better job, faked it better. You should be denying every word, but you can’t get yourself to speak. You’re so panicked that you haven’t realized that Jane has closed a bit of the distance.

“What are you hiding?”

He takes your hands and you jolt.

“Why are you doing this, please, stop!”

You plea.

He’s staring at you in shock.

“How are you doing that..”

You just gape, because you didn’t imagine it, he heard you.

He heard you.

A bulb above your head pops, the glass dropping to the floor. Everyone jumps and you yank your hands out of his grasp. Before anything else is said you sprint out of the room.

“Great job Jane.” Lisbon is wearing that usual exasperated expression.

Jane is still speechless.

“Jane? Jane!”

He jumps back into reality, looking over at the rest of them slowly.

“Everything okay?”

He nods slowly.

At least with you and Jane. After that very explicit dream you took notes. Watching a movie was a natural place to get things going in the direction you wanted. Truth be told after all his teasings you thought he’d jump you much quicker. With the increase of cases there has not been much time for both of you outside of work. When you do catch a break, you seem to just enjoy being around him.

That means you both would just fall asleep on your couch or in your bed.

Tonight however, it feels like the day. You’re wearing the most seductive lingerie you have under your baggy t-shirt and shorts. Jane is perpetually wearing his suit. A sight you’ve grown used to. It’s sort of comforting.

“So what’s the movie?”

He walks in with a bowl of popcorn and you perk up against your couch.

“It’s a comedy called the proposal. I love Sandra Bullock movies.”

He smiles at the way you light up, taking a seat he places the bowl on the table before you.

“Sounds good.”

“Really, you’re not going to protest?”

“Why would I?I trust your judgment in film selection.”

“Riiiiight, Patrick Jane trusting the ideas of other people. The world must be ending, let me check outside real quick.”

“I’ll never get tired of your humor. Really.”

You grin, leaning back into the couch as the movie starts. Days like this are what you tend to look forward to. No chasing bad guys, just you and a nice movie with great company. You peek over at Jane as you tug at the hem of your shirt. You had this all planned out, but now you aren’t sure how to make your move. It suddenly feels a bit awkward. It all felt so natural in that dream.

“So what’s the plan?”

You raise a brow at his question as he pops another into his mouth.

“What plan?”

“Your plan to seduce me.”

Your face immediately turns red, and you just gape.

Surely you weren’t being that transparent.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

He turns to you, and now you’re not so confident in your words. You expect more little snarky comments, but he pulls the pillow that was once tucked between your legs as he makes his way over to you. With his hand pressed at both sides of you on the couch, his eyes search your own.

“I want you to seduce me.”

Your heart hammers. There’s no way you can deny it now. A part of you doesn’t want to. You tug him by his waistcoat, kissing him passionately. He leans in, fists closing against the softness of the cushions. For a moment he thinks you’ll just start ripping off his clothes right there, but you push him back lightly.

“Bedroom.”

It sounds like an order, one he’d easily obey.

You’d basically pulled him up the stairs. The doors close and you turn back to him. You’d managed to remove two articles of clothing on him. You should probably start stripping yourself, but that bashfulness returns. You try to picture what it’ll be like, feel like to have him buried inside of you.

“Are you okay?”

His question breaks the straying thoughts.

You nod, lips still tingling from the kiss.

In all honesty you’re not sure what to expect. You’ve never gotten this far with a guy before. Like anyone you had needs, so you’d gotten good at taking care of yourself. Intimacy felt out of the question when the minute you touched someone you could process all their inner thoughts. Distance was how you made it through life. Now the idea of going past that is as daunting as it is invigorating.

You take in the sight of him.

His shirt is a bit disheveled, so is his hair. Those curls look a bit untamed. That is your doing of course.

You’re ready to mess up more than just his hair.

Reaching for the bottom of your shirt, you pull it over your head. Dropping it on the floor, you slide your shorts down your legs. When you straighten there is anticipation in your eyes. Jane’s pupils are dilated and you wear a bashful smile as you recall what he’d said about that particular matter.

“Our pupils dilate when we see something we want.”

He was teasing Lisbon when he made the statement, but there is clearly a lot of truth to it.

“You're sneaky, Agent (L/N).”

You nod, reaching for him. He welcomes the touch, pulling you close as he kisses you happily. His hands on bare skin are far better than all those fantasies your mind had conjured. Jane backs you up. With each step you can feel your heart rate increase. You both stop when you’re at the bottom of the bed. He pulls back, breathing a bit heavy. You nibble on your lower lip. You lift your hand, laying them right at the top of his shirt as you look up at him.

“Can I?”

He nods and your fingers drift down to the buttons. You carefully pull each one loose. When you make it to the last one, you push the shirt open, sliding it off his shoulders. You’ve always wondered what was hiding under the suit. You giggle, because you can’t seem to ever picture his face without a suit attached. He smiles.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, l just love you.”

The garment falls to the floor, and you direct your attention to his belt buckle. You slide it out so carefully, and it meets the same fate on the ground. His dark briefs are just peeking out, and he frees himself from his pants and briefs. You swallow, lecturing yourself not to give too much away. You’ve never really seen a guy naked like this, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“My turn.”

You realize what he’s asking, so you give a slow nod, turning around so he can get to the clasp of your bra. He doesn’t start immediately. You have no doubt that he can tell you’re nervous. He moves a bit closer, and when you feel his fingers run down your spine you arch your back. It’s an unconscious reaction. You just know Jane is smirking behind you. One of his hands moves to your waist and he fiddles with the little ribbons on your underwear. You can’t help but react to it all. He’s doing that on purpose, messing with you once again.

“H-Hurry up.” You whine.

He shakes his head, leaving a kiss on your shoulder. Your body quivers.

“This is your first time, so I want to make sure it’s better than any of your little fantasies.”

He grins against your skin when you tense. Chuckling under his breath, he keeps tracing patterns.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know? By now you should realize that there’s not a lot that you can hide from me.”

You need to get better at masking those reactions. It’s a little infuriating.

“I’m glad I’m your first.”

He finally unhooks the clasps and the straps slide off your shoulder. He removes it easily, dropping it next to his small pile of clothing.

“Lay on the bed.”

The instruction feels like a shock through your body. You turn to him, and his attention immediately drops to your exposed chest. He smiles to himself and you’re taken with the desire so easily expressed on his face.

You don’t need any more instruction. You climb onto the bed, laying back.

You have to admit, the view you have is pretty great.

Jane joins you, hands pressing into the sheets. You try to focus on one thing, but your mind seems to be running in every direction. Your eyes track every inch of his body. You have to remind yourself that it’s real. That he’s yours to hold.

He gently grabs your thighs and you’re filled with eagerness. His fingers move to the edge of your panties. You assume he’ll just slide them down.

He rips through the underwear and you jolt with a soft gasp.

There are no words to describe how hot that was.

He kisses you, throwing the ripped material in a random direction and you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

The feel of his skin pressed to yours is still hard to grasp. You never thought this would be how your partnership would turn out.

Fingers tangled in his hair, you open your mouth and your tongues meet a bit hungrily.

You’re greedy, but so is he. So there’s really no problem. You both have been thinking about this, craving it.

It’s when you feel the length of his member you seem to come back from that little cloud. He parts with a huff, and you look down.

“We don’t have to keep going, I can wait. We can wait.”

He pushed back your hair, leaving a kiss on the top of your head as he began to pull away.

You shake your head, legs keeping him in place.

“I-I don’t want to stop!”

You look almost offended at the thought. He can’t help but laugh.

“Then we won’t.”

It’s a whisper, and you feel his hand change direction. He slides it down between your bodies. When his finger slips between your folds you turn your head with a shaky moan.

“You’re wet.”

His commentary is going to be the death of you.

“J-Just put it in already I’m dying here!”

With a chuckle, he clicks his tongue.

“Still so bossy.”

He removes his fingers, adjusting himself and you turn back when you realize that he’s done with his little taunts. His hips lower and you bite down on your lip.

The second he enters you lose your breath.

He’s been so tender, so careful. He doesn’t move until he knows you’re ready. He’s leaving kisses along your jaw.

“Just breathe, whenever you’re comfortable I’ll move.”

A tear actually drops at the side of your cheek and he pulls away. You’re smiling at him. You’re appreciative. Not just for his understanding, but his love, care, and comfort. He’s been in your corner since the day he found out your secret and he hasn’t left your side since then. It’s true that you both hit a few bumps along the way, and there’s no doubt a lot more in the future. But at this very moment, all you feel is thankful.

“I love you, Patrick.”

His smile is an easy reflection of yours.

“I love you too.”

You laugh happily, pulling him in for a kiss. When you lift your hips, he seems to get the idea. He grins against your lips, thrusting forward. You let out a shaky gasp, then another. He’s begun to move, and your body follows each action. They feel so tamed at first, so careful.

You close your eyes a bit frustrated.

“Harder…harder..”

Your thoughts are a plea.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please..yes!!”

The fact that you’re so desperate for him is a bit too much.

So he complies.

His hips jerk forward and you moan gripping at his back. Each thrust that follows is harsh in the most satisfying way. His breathing has increased as he rocks into you. Your legs tighten around him as he keeps a steady pace. You can’t seem to catch your breath. Each time you try, another moan escapes. You never knew it would be this intense. Every sensation is like a bolt of lightning, electric. You never doubted that Jane would be a passionate lover, now you don’t have to wonder, because your body is responding to all of it.

“J-Ja..ne..”

Your words are hardly coherent. There’s a warmth in the pit of your stomach that feels foreign. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve ever had a release. It is however the first time it’s been this strong.

“It’s okay, you can cum.”

There’s a chuckle that follows the statement and your back arches as you release. It’s unlike anything that you’ve ever felt.

Jane groans as you tighten around him.

He doesn’t last much longer than you. The moan that he lets out alerts you that he’s reached his limit as well.

It takes a while for either you to gather your breaths or your wits.

He’s careful when he slides out of you and you let out what sounds like a mix of a moan and a whine. He drops at the side of you and your thighs are tingling. Between your legs are sticky and you can’t fight the blush at the reason behind it. Pressing your thighs together, you grip at the sheets. You’ve literally just gotten your breathing under control, but you’re still very much horny.

You shouldn’t be greedy, you need to pace yourself. It takes you a few seconds to realize that Jane is very much staring at you. He’s stroking your hair and you finally look at him.

“Ja-”

He kisses you, and your eyebrows shoot upward. Pulling back, he just grins.

“Round two?” He suggests.

You nod, and he climbs on top.