#patrick jane x reader

Jane leaned back once again and took a few slow sips of his tea. He seemed to be deep in thought for a few moments, before turning his gaze back to you. A little grin formed on his lips, already teasing on what was about to come.

"I wonder..." he started and then trailed off.

A deep sigh escaped your lips but there was no way you could just ignore him.

"Yes?" you pushed.

"Hm, never mind."

"Jane."

"Yes?"

"What's on your mind?" you asked, sounding annoyed and genuinely curious at the same time. Once again he took some time before replying, but at least this time he did.

"Oh, I was just thinking about you."

"Don't you always?" you joked, mood immediately lighting up as you indulged into this game of his.

He chuckled and nodded, which, to be completely honest, surprised you a little, and hearing him confirm that with actual words didn't help the situation.

"Not wrong. Though this time it was a more serious matter."

He didn't sound serious at all.

"Uh huh?"

"It's just that I've never seen you drink either coffee or caffeinated tea, let alone soda. The logical conclusion would be that you're very fond of a healthy sleeping schedule but then I find you here about every day at these times. Not to forget, I always leave before you do and sometimes that's already bordering on midnight."

"I always take naps when you don't look."

Another sound of amusement, yet it was clear he knew you weren't being truthful.

"I would've noticed", he quipped and raised an eyebrow, waiting for a genuine answer.

"Well, to be honest I just love staring at your back when you get into the elevator. After this phenomenal event every evening, I get out myself. It's like five minutes later but at least I can arrive home with a feeling of gratitude."

Jane tilted his head, clearly enjoying your made up story. He didn't know that parts of it weren't a lie ─ you did love to look at his back. "As charmed as I am, I fear I won't let go of this until you've given me a real explanation."

At this, you eyed him thoroughly, trying to figure out whether he meant it or not. It didn't take long to know he wasn't kidding. He was Jane, after all.

"Fine," you growled. "I might not get as much sleep as I want to but it's fine. I like this job and if it needs more time, then I'm willing to invest in it. It's not like I'm always tired or anything," you added, the last part not sounding convincing at all.

"How many?"

"What?"

"Hours. How many hours of sleep?"

"I don't know. I went home at 11pm yesterday and had to be here at 9am. So I guess like four?"

"Four?"

"Yes, four, Jane. Problem?" You questioned him back, getting more annoyed every second this conversation lasted.

"Isn't your home only a twenty minute drive away?"

"It is and do I even wanna know how you know that?"

He completely ignored your question and went on with his own: "What happened to the other three hours?"

"Nothing, I just─I just finished some work at home," you admitted.

Instead of another question, you were met with silence.

A lot of it.

Until Jane got up from his couch, grabbed both of your cups and disappeared behind the door. The sudden and unexpected action left you speechless, and didn't give you enough time to protest. Your tea hasn't even been blown on yet.

After half a minute, Jane came back, this time making a beeline towards your computer. When his hand moved to the power button, your senses finally came back.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" you exclaimed, voice confused and louder than before.

Instead of replying, Jane just turned the machine off. "Hope that document was saved", he commented and finally turned to you, only to be met with a flabbergasted expression.

"What are you doing?" you repeated, sounding even more confused than before. "And why did you throw out a perfectly fine cup of tea?"

"Firstly, I didn't throw it out, I merely put it on the counter, and secondly it would've only given you a reason to go against my plan."

"Right, cause currently I just follow whatever you're doing."

"I wish you were", he countered and smirked at you.

"Real fun, Jane, but go back and bring me my tea." No movement was made, so you tried again. "Hello? Jane, seriously. I thought you were the biggest tea lover you can find in California."

"While it is unlikely, I do see where you're coming from, but if you had it in reach, you would've waited at least fifteen more minutes for it to cool and then drink it for another ten. I want you to leave this building this moment, so tea is out of the window."

"I have work to do."

"So you've said. I promise it won't grow legs and run away," he said, much more gentle now. "You can look at it tomorrow, just get out of here now."

You looked into his blue eyes, trying to find any sign of joke but only finding sincerity. You glanced back to your desk, then the clock at the wall and finally back to him. "Okay," finally came accompanied with a nod.

Jane's smile came fast and bright as he took your arm to lead you to the elevator. You grabbed your bag and let yourself be nearly towed away towards the exit.

"I can walk on my own you know", you stated even though you didn't actually mind his hands on you. In fact you'd appreciate them somewhere else too, but that was a topic for another day.

"I'm sure you can," he only replied, dragging you further on.

The elevator chimed on the moment the button was pressed and the doors opened. Both of you stepped inside, his fingers quickly finding the first floor.

A comfortable silence settled and for a few moments, you allowed yourself to relax. You took a deep breath in, exhaled and felt your eyelids closing for just a fraction of a second. Jane must've noticed, because when you met his eyes again, they radiated understanding and were quiet.

The doors opened once again and you both left the elevator and within half a minute more, the CBI building as well. The chilled autumn air hit you right in the face and while it was cold, it was welcoming too.

You followed Jane blindly for a few more steps before realising you parked your car in the opposite direction.

"Jane-"

"Don't worry about that. I'll drive you home," he cut you off nonchalantly.

"No," was your immediate and very much expected reply. Your voice softened a little after this. "You really don't have to."

"I know. I want to."

"I appreciate that but I'd rather just drive to my home myself."

"And I'd rather not have you cause a car crash because of overworking and sleepless nights", he retorted, not bothering to slow down.

"I got enough sleep to work perfectly fine," you argued and were instantly met with a look from him that told you to be for real.

Coming to a halt in front of his car, he finally turned around to face you again, putting both hands on your shoulders.

"I know you're capable. You're excellent at your work but you, just like all people, need to take care of yourself in order to work. And if I had left you alone in the office, you wouldn't get home for another two hours."

Your mouth opened but Jane beat you to it.

"You need to rest."

"I-"

"Nuh uh."

A puzzled look decorated your face as his pointer finger settled on your lips to quiet you. It took a few thoughts and feelings for you to agree with him but finally you looked down at the ground and nodded. You knew he was right.

Jane let his finger drift down and tilted your chin up, making you look at him. He didn't say anything, just gave you a small but happy smile.

The warmth of his hand on your skin and from his expression made you feel lighter in the cool night air, which hit you harder in that second, making a strand of your hair fall back in your face. Before having the chance to brush it back yourself, Jane did it for you in a quick motion, then opened the door to the passenger seat, gesturing for you to step inside.

You did.

After collecting yourself.

Jane stepped around the car, taking his place in the driver's seat and starting the engine.

For a few minutes, nothing but silence and the hum of the machine filled the air. It wasn't heavy or uncomfortable but it didn't feel casual either.

You turned your head towards him, suddenly remembering that he might not know the address.

"Do you want me to put it down in the GPS?" you asked with a quiet voice.

"I still have it in mind. Relax a little and let me drive you there, okay?"

"Okay."

You sighed and rotated your body to your right, facing the window and taking a closer look at life outside. You could only spot a few people every now and then, as well as lit up rooms or buildings. The darkness of the night made your eyelids grow heavier every second.

As your vision began to blur, you finally noticed just how tired you were but it was too late now. The steadiness of the drive, the presence next to you and the dark surroundings did a good job at bringing you closer to sleep, even if involuntarily.

Too tired to fight back, you let yourself be pulled into the land of dreams.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"Mhm..."

Jane chuckled and gently brushed his fingers against your face.

"Time to go home."

"No..." you protested in your groggy state. "'Tis comfortable," you added, still half asleep.

"I can promise you, your bed is even better."

Even with closed eyes and sleep knocking at your door once again, you could clearly hear the smile he wore. This beautiful smile couldn't be missed and it eventually made you crack an eye open.

"'Course my bed is bedder than a car seat," you replied, totally unaware of the ridiculous thing you just said.

"Alright, come on, I'll help you up," Jane chuckled and carefully steadied your lower back.

You didn't make any move on your own but that didn't seem to be needed. Jane already pulled you out himself.

Having to stand again was a hard adjustment after the nap you just took. Your legs felt wobbly and not at all supportive. The imbalance made you lose your footing for a second but luckily Jane quickly put an arm around your waist to keep you from falling.

"Woah, slow down there."

You just grumbled in reply and took a step forward while he kept his reassuring grip on you.

While it was a struggle, both of you made it to your door step in only a short time and you clumsily pulled the key out of your bag. Once you found it, you moved to open the door but you couldn't quite put it in. Jane's free hand immediately shot up to fold around yours and guide it.

You felt heat creep up to your cheeks but blamed it on your sleepiness.

Jane put on the light and led you inside.

"Bedroom?"

His voice was close to your ear and under any other circumstances you would've melted at this simple question. For now though, all you were capable of was pointing towards the left end of the hall.

You made your way over there and entered the room.

Once your bed was in sight, Jane brought you close enough and slowly put you down.

The last bit of strength you had was used to kick your shoes off and nuzzle your face into your pillow.

Before drifting off again, you managed to mutter a muffled 'thank you'.

Jane didn't reply at first. He just stood there, watching your relaxed body and steady breathing. He was glad you could rest now and hoped to see you come in an hour later than usual tomorrow.

He turned to leave but his feet didn't move over the threshold yet. Looking back at your soft features, he smiled to himself. "You're welcome, princess."

With one last glance, Jane finally turned to leave your bedroom and home, secretly hoping to have a chance to come here again soon, if you let him.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You can’t blow your cover. Take a breath and be mostly honest.

“You got me,” you looked towards the ground and pushed some hair behind your ear. Trying to sell it. “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday.” You held a nice bag with a bow. “I’m busy on the actual day so I thought I’d come now.”

You watched his normally smug smile turn … flustered?

“Oh well, thank you. He took the bag. You… didn't have to do anything.” He started to blush.

“I know, but I wanted to!”

You both stand there for a moment before you start to walk towards the entrance. He went to question before you quickly retorted.

“Oh. you thought I’m just here for you?” You smiled back at him. And walked to the front door.

You turned your back before you could see the absolutely embarrassed and flustered Patrick Jane.

He quickly followed after he composed himself.

Once you reached the hallway before the bull pen you stopped in front of Lisbon’s office. Jane thanked you and said he was excited to see what you had made him.

Once you caught her eye she nodded to come in. She smiles and stands up.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had the week off?”

“I do, I was just here to drop off some cookies.” You look behind you to make sure Jane wasn't about to jump out from anywhere. Once you knew the coast was clear you began to speak again. “I’m throwing a surprise party for Jane.” Lisbon started to smile. “And I was wondering if I could get the team's help.

Jane sat on his sofa, tea in hand. He took a nice sip. He looked over at you in Lisbon's office. He watched you two smile back and forth and he wondered what you were talking about. Ever curious he looked over at Grace and started to speak

“Hey, do you know what they're going on about in there?”

She keeps typing away. “They're probably trauma bonding over how much of an asshole you are.”

“Well this is the first im hearing such a thing.” he holds his hand to his chest and fakes being shocked.

He knew she was joking but the thought of you and Lisbon having a conversation about you made his heart melt. He'd liked you ever since you started. You always get his tea just right and when the team goes off and leaves him behind you're always there to chat.

He focused his eyes and tried to pay attention to Lisbon's lips. But you were doing most of the talking. He didn't have anything better to do then find out so he grabbed his cup and saucer and walked over. But it was too late. As soon as he started to get close, you opened the door.

“-oh yeah, he sure is.” you giggled. Lisbon had just called Jane a devil. And you couldn't help but agree. Knowing this would be so much easier if he wasn't a crime solving genius but hey thats what makes him charming. That and his deliciously handsome face

You turned to walk down the hall to the kitchen when you walked into something…

You looked up

Jane had luckily seen you coming and held his cup out of the way before you walked right into his chest. His other hand grabbed your waist to hold you from falling backwards.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry.” you say face heating u

Despite the close proximity his hand doesn't move. In fact it moves from your waist to your lower back.

The way his firm hand felt on you is something you had only thought of when you were all alone at night gripping your sheets and wordlessly screaming his name.

“You should watch your step. Who knows what you'll run into.” His fingers hesitate to let you go but retreat back to his side.

“Yes sir.”

Jane was suddenly very happy he had let you go. He wouldn't have been able to explain the twitch in his pants from hearing you address him so formally

You started to walk again Jane now following

“Who's he?” you hear him ask. You look over at him and see him looking at you from behind his turquoise cup.

“What?” You had no idea what he was talking about.

“You were just talking to Lisbon. You said” he put up air quotes “he sure is” you said if you were agreeing with her on something. So someone you both know well.”

He kept talking.

You set the cookies down and turned to face him.

“Have you really nothing else to do Patrick." You say realizing only after, that it sounded ruder then expected.

He turns around to the somewhat calm bull pen “actually no, I don't.” He walks over to you.

“Well unfortunately I do so I'll see you around Jane.” you quickly walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

Normally you would jump at the idea of getting to spend time just talking to Jane by yourself but you know that the longer around you were there the quicker he would find out you were hiding something from him.

Once you got home you let out a huge sigh.

You couldn’t stop thinking of Jane, the way he touched you today. It was flooding your thoughts. You couldn’t think of anything but his hands on you. And how firm his chest felt.

You decided to take a cold shower and try to cleanse the dirty thoughts away.

You undressed and stepped into the shower. The cold water hitting your chest felt uncomfortable but it immediately shocked your system. You stood there for a while letting the water fully soak your body. You still felt the ghosts of his hand on your lower back. You felt like a horny teenager. You did know of a way to get rid of the feeling …

Jane walked around the office trying to get his mind off you. Nobody had been murdered in a couple of days which was good, but bad for his constantly running mind. He had nothing to occupy his brain except the way your body felt on his

He had to admit he had a moment of weakness when he moved his hand from your waist to your lower back but he couldn’t help it.

You were right there and you looked at him with those big eyes

He also couldn’t deny the way his cock twitched when you called him sir.

He was going crazy.

He continued to his little sanctuary upstairs. He was alone and it was private enough. He sat down and tried to clear his thoughts of you.

To no use.

“God, you're like a horny teenager.” He tells himself. He looks behind him and makes sure no one is there.

He hangs his head and prays that this will help get rid of his thoughts.

You slowly drag your hands down your body. And close your eyes picturing his large rough ones.

He palms the growing erection is his trousers

You find the warm spot between your legs and gently place your hand over it

He undoes his belt and finds the result of his dirty thoughts leaking from its tip

You sigh and slip a finger inside and call his name.

He chokes on his breath as he wraps his hand around himself picturing your beautiful fingers

You slowly pump your fingers in and out, curling them to hit that perfect spot

He picks up his pace. Sighing your name under his breath. Picturing you falling apart underneath him.

You take your other hand and start rubbing your clit in tight circles to match the delicious rhythm you set. “Patrick” you call out and feel yourself getting closer to release.

His eyes are tightly shut. He’s moaning your name again and again. Feeling his release grow.

You feel the familiar tightness build in your stomach, you call out his name as you cum around your fingers.

He cums with one final call of your name, spilling into his closed hand.

You take a second to catch your breath. For a moment you feel the dirty thoughts roll off your body and into the drain. But almost as soon as the were gone they were back.

Jane hangs his head. Feeling shameful for what he had just done. He feels as though he violated you.

Before he can tell himself not to he’s getting up and leaving. He has to see you and metaphorically apologize.

Of code he cleans himself up first

Once you got out of the shower you wrapped yourself up in a nice house coat you got from Grace a few months back

You plopped on your couch and stayed there for a long while.

You planned on doing loads today like finishing a book or finally sorting through your pantry but you felt your eyelids grow heavy and you let yourself fall into a very relaxing sleep.

knock knock

You jolted and sat up. Startled by the loud noise. You throw your feet off your couch and check your phone for the time.

5:37

Had it really been that long. You must have needed the sleep.

Another knock got you to your feet.

“Coming.” You tell out. Once you got the the door you opened it. Chain still attached.

“Jane?” He was looking down the hall before he saw you. Once his saw you his eyes widened. You only then remembered the house coat you were wearing.

You look down and thankfully nothing was showing except a little more chest then what you would have liked.

“Hey, uh can I come in." He held a bottle of sparkling wine up.

“Yeah if course one sec.” You close the door, Undo the chain and re open it. Holding it open for him to walk through.

“Make yourself at home just gonna change.” he nodded and walked towards your couch.

As soon as your got to your room you closed the door behind you and silently screamed.

I can't believe you opened the door looking like that. Jesus. You whisper yelled at yourself.

You tried to find the best thing to put on. You landed on a black tank top and a pair of pink lace panties and some jeans. You wanted to look put together. Jane had left his suit jacket in the car. But he still had a habit of out-dressing everyone.

You opened your bedroom door and headed towards your living room.

Jane had absolutely made himself at home. He had already found some cups for your drinks. You always manage to break your matching sets only leaving one behind. So two glasses, one marti and one champagne, sat on your table. When you locked eyes he was in the middle of rolling up his sleeves. A thing you always found attractive.

“So what do I owe the pleasure?” You took a seat. And faced him. The couch was small so your knees were touching.

“Well you know. You said you were busy on my birthday so thought we could celebrate now.” in a very brief moment you tilted your head before you remembered the lie you told.

He had noticed. But choose to say nothing.

“I'm glad you're here.” you smile and take a glass. You look at him and hold out your glass. “Heres to you.” He clinked glasses and you both took a sip. It was delicious.

You both went on catching up and telling stories for the time it took for you to finish your second glass

You went to speak but you ended up both talking at the same time.

You laughed and he told you to go first.

“Can I admit something to you?” you asked with such an innocent look on your face. He shouldn't have but he felt it where he did. He readjusted his position

“What's on your mind?”

“I've kinda always wanted…” you paused, your face got red and you were avoiding eye contact. You were embarrassed to ask. A million things crossed his mind of different questions you would ask him to elicit this kind of reaction from you.

“Yes?” He put down his glass and focused his attention on your body language.

“Don't laugh.” You said with a smile on your face.

Jane held up his hands to signal of no judgement.

You looked at his hands then towards this lap. Eyes not reaching his face but, These were all good signs. You were embarrassed, sure. But it meant you were comfortable around him.

“I've always wanted to be hypnotized.”

Jane stared at you for a moment. Not knowing how to react.

“I knew you would judge me.” You said and started to turn away. He reached out and put his hand on your knee.

“Are you saying you want me to hypnotize you?” He didn't think your cheeks could get any brighter but he was mistaken.

He was shocked. The thought of having complete control over you was intoxicating.

“It just seems so interesting. To be put in a trance I… Kinda wanna know what it feels like.”

“Are you sure?” He was asking to be certain. He wanted to see you like that but he knew that was selfish. He had to make sure you wanted it.

“Yes.” You put your hand over his on your knee.

“Okay.” He got into a more comfortable position. “Close your eyes.” He took your hand and turned it palm facing up. And started stroking your inner wrist. “You feel relaxed listening to my voice, you feel it coming through your ears and filling you with calm.”

He watched as you flickered your eyes closed and felt as your pulse started to slow. He will admit it's much easier to hypnotize someone who wants to be hypnotized.

“You feel all the weight in your body slowly drift away. You're falling into a deep sleep. And when I touch your knee you'll be fully asleep. And once you sleep you'll be filled with the urge to be completely truthful to any questions I ask. ” carefully articulating every word. He watches as your body is slowly swaying. He taps your knee.

“How do you feel right now?” He asks

“I feel.. relaxed.” your voice was so soft.

He was in complete control over you and that thought went straight to his cock.

He was glad he didn't have to hide it right now.

“How have you been this week?” You took a moment to answer.

“Stressed.” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why is that?”

“I've been planning a surprise party and it's been really hard to keep a secret.” His heart dropped. He felt horrible for getting you to admit that but he was also proud. He knew something was off about the way you acted at the office today

“And who's this party for?” He had to make sure.

“It's for my friend Patrick.” He smiles. He knows he shouldn't keep prodding this topic but he can't help himself.

“Why are you throwing a party for Patrick?” you paused. And your cheeks got red again.

“I like him.” He stills for a moment. He knows he's taking advantage of you in your trance but technically you did ask for it.

“Why do you like Patrick?”

“He's smart and he always drinks tea. He's handsome.” He feels his cheeks blush. “He's just a really caring guy.” Just before he was about to ask another question you started to speak again.

“He never realizes how sexy everything he does is. The way he walks, the way he dresses, and the way his voice gets soft and deep when he's hypnotizing someone. It makes me so wet.

Jane sits back in absolute disbelief. He knows that hypnotism can only make you do what you want. So deep down you wanted him to know you thought of him like this. He doesn't know how to handle the information he has been given

“If Patrick were here right now what would you have him do? He would do anything you want.” He has gotten enough out of you but he's having way too much fun.

“Anything?” You smiled

“Anything” he assure

“I'd want him to kiss me... Hard and fast. I'd want him to grab hold of me and just have him do what he wants with me.

He's getting harder in his pants. He knows he shouldn't be asking you about your fantasies but he simply can't help it.

“Do you often think of Patrick like that?” He knows he is just stroking his ego but wants to know more.

“Yes, I think of what he would do to me when I'm alone, at night, all the time.” He starts to notice the way you're shifting in your seat and crossing your legs. He also sees your hardened nipples through your shirt

He had his assumptions about your submissive tendencies. He just never thought you'd want him to have total control over you.

He knew if he asked you anything more he wouldn't be able to help himself so he decided to stop.

He found a throw pillow and placed it on his lap.

He taps your knee and he watches as you slowly open your eyes looking like you just woken up.

You see Jane's Perfect smiling face in front of you. You feel so relaxed and at peace

“Wow I should get you to do that more often.” You say.

Jane smiles but looks away from you not looking at your eyes

“What? Did I say anything crazy? Like confess to a murder.” You breathed out a laugh. He looked flustered. But you couldn’t tell why.

Once you fully come back to reality you realize that you have a familiar ache between your legs and your panties are wet.

“Jane… what did I say.” He finally met your gaze and his pupils were blown open.

“Nothing you didn’t want me to know.” He was sitting back with his arm on the back of the sofa. At first glance he looked relaxed. But after looking harder you saw how stiff he was. His hands were clenched and breathing was shallow. He also had a pillow on his lap.

Your mind raced about what you could have said to make him feel that way.

One thing he always told you when you were reading people is to look at their eyes. Pupils expand when looking at something you want. And his where huge. There were almost no green showing.

“Well It seems as though I was honest with you.” You moved a little closer to him. “How about you tell me something you want me to know, you know because I can't hypnotize you to tell me.”

He sits back and holds his position. He looked like a picture. Completely unmoving. He was calculating everything. You could tell.

He was looking at you. He could see the pieces fall into place in your mind. He knew you wanted him. And God did he want you too.

He held out his hand and moved his two fingers signaling come here

Your eyes got dark. And you immediately obeyed. You crawled towards him. your arms grazing past his legs.

You grab the pillow and toss it to the floor.

Your face, close to his, you're on your hands and knees.

He takes his hand and puts it under your chin. His thumb swipes your lower lip. You gently part them and you take his thumb in your mouth. Tongue pressing against it. Keeping your eye on his.

He's in trouble.

You're in deep. There is no turning back now. You swirled your tongue against his thumb and let it go with a kiss.

He moved towards you and cupped your face. You feel the wetness you left behind oh his thumb, oh your jaw.

He leaned in and stopped an inch away from your face. He was testing the waters.

“Please,” you breathe out

He moves towards you, finally planting his lips on yours. It was hard and firm. Just how you imagined it would be. He guided you closer and signaled to sit on his lap.

As soon as you did you felt the hardness he was trying to hide earlier. You grind down onto him. He tilts his head back and breathes out. Giving you perfect access to his neck.

You plant kisses all along his jaw and down his collar.

He takes his hand and finds your waist and holds you firmly.

“You're so worked up already Patrick, I've barely touched you.” You say as you pull away from his neck. You look him in the eyes again.

He breathes deep in response. You feel his hands find your ass and before you know it he's holding you and standing up.

You let out a squeal. And wrap your legs around his waist.

“Bedroom.” He says.

“Down the hall on the left.” He walks with you down the hall before reaching the door. He readjusted you in his arms and used his foot to open it the rest of the way.

You were thankful that you had made your bed that morning.

He walked you to the bed and dropped you down on it. Getting a high pitched sound from you.

You sit back with your legs out and watch

He starts by unbuttoning his vest. And he kicks his shoes off. He gets the vest off and tosses it to the floor. Before he starts with his shirt.

You quickly get to your knees on the bed and place your hands on his chest.

“Can I?” You ask.

Ne nods

You start to trail your hands down his chest and back up again. You get to the top button and slowly undo them. One by one.

This whole time he's just taking you in. Still in disbelief this is happening.

Once you reach the bottom button you slide your hands over the lean muscle of his torso.

“I don't need to be a psychic to read your mind, Dear. It's written all over your face.

You shudder at the pet name.

He gently pushes you back onto the bed.

He shoulders the shirt off and he makes his way towards you. He takes over your space. And crawls towards you. You move back till your head hits the pillow and lay your head down.

Once he reaches your hips he grabs onto your jeans. He looks up at you silently asking for permission.

You nod.

He unbuttons them and pulls down the zipper. He smiles when he sees the colour of your pantie

You raise your hips to help him pull your jeans down

“Pink?” He questioned with that trademark smile of his.

“Shut up.” You blushed. When you put them on you didn't expect he'd be seeing them.

He plants a kiss right where you wanted him most. You held your breath but he moves up your body and was face to face with you.

“Tease.” You say

“You should know me by now.” He said before trapping you in a frivolous kiss.

Your hands found his shoulders and you held him tight

He started to grind his hips down against yours

You moan into the kiss. You take your hands and move them towards his belt and try to undo it without looking. After a moment or two you undid it. You quickly find your hand inside his boxer briefs and grab hold of his erection. It felt heavy in your hand.

He pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehead to yours.

“You're gonna be the death of me.” He says with heavy breath.

“I want you Patrick.” You say looking him in the eyes and giving his cock a playful squeeze. You watch as his eyes scrunched.

“First thing.” He moved his hand from wherever it had been on your body to your mouth. “Open.” He demands. Which you immediately obliged.

He sticks his ring and middle finger inside and watches as you get them wet for him.

After he thought it was enough he brought them down to your panties.

He moves them out of the way and starts circling your already soaked entrance with his fingers. You grab hold of his back. Digging your fingers into his flesh.

“Relax, come on darling, you can relax for me, can you?” He soothes.

You take a deep breath in and once he sees you relaxed he works his finger inside you.

You gasp, his fingers are so much bigger than yours and it feels way better then when you pretend it's him.

“There you go. Come on. Let me hear you.” You breathlessly start to moan out. He's holding eye contact with you. Drinking in your expressions as you come undone beneath him.

He starts to pull out his finger. Before you protest he adds another. You gasp up into him and hold him tight. Shutting your eyes and focusing on the pleasure he's giving you.

He starts to curl his fingers. Deliciously hitting that spongy spot inside of you.

“That's it, that's my girl.” He takes the thumb on the same hand and starts rubbing circles around your clit in sync with his fingers.

“Oh my god, I , fuck. You-” you throw your head back against the pillow.

“I what?” He asks, playing into what he knows you want.

“you feel, you feel better then. Oh god. Then I thought.

He lets out a playful chuckle

“You think of me doing this to you often?” He's being a dick and he knows it but he can feel your pussy clench around his fingers when he talks. He knows you like what he's saying.

Your face gets flustered. Even more so then your fucked out state.

“If you're not a good girl. I'll stop. Tell me

“Yes! yes, Please don't stop.” You feel the coils bundling up in your stomac

“Yes what?” He's being an ass hole but god do you love it. You've always wanted him to just do what he wants to you.

“Yes sir.

“That's my girl.” He takes your lips in a sloppy kiss as he picks up the pace of his fingers. He feels you squeeze him hard and he knows you'll feel like heaven around his cock. But right now he's focusing on you.

He drinks in your moans as you reach your climax. He feels the pressure on his fingers and the thought makes him almost cum in his pants for the second time that day.

You catch your breath. And look up at him.

“Please,” you ask. Wanting more of him.

“Of course.” He says as he plants a kiss to your forehead. He rolls off of you and you lay there with your eyes closed for a moment. You hear the sound of his belt hitting the floor. And the weight of him getting back on the bed.

He gets back on top of you and he grabs your shirt and pulls it over your head. He tosses it to the floor

His hands immediately find your breasts and he starts palming the flesh in his hands. He starts kissing down your neck towards them.

“You're beautiful.” He says taking a moment to look at you in front of him.

“i don't need to be a psychic to read your mind.” You quote him.

“Oh yeah?” He cocks his eyebrows and grabs your ass. Dragging you closer to him.

His cock now sits between your warm body's. You grind up into him. Getting a grunt from him.

“You naughty girl.” You smile at the name. Before you can come back with a retort you feel him pushing into you.

The pressure of him stretching you out. You suck in a high-pitched breath. He moves his head down towards your neck and pushes deeper till he bottoms out.

He stills above you and you feel his core tighten. He's breathing heavily.

“Patrick?” You grab his shoulder.

“You feel so.. good just… give me a second.” You clenched around him and he bites your ear.

He lifts his body on one forearm and starts thrusting above you. His free hand finds your waist for leverage.

He feels so good. He's gliding in and out so perfect. His cock filling you like it is meant to.

“You look perfect like this” he's starting down at you taking in your fucked out state. His pace isn't crazy fast. But it's deep and hard.

You grab under his arms and hold his shoulders. Feeling the muscle strain of holding himself up.

He stops moving.

“Damn it.” His forehead is pressed to yours. “You just feel so good.” You're flattered that you could bring such a smart mouthed man to such a state. You wondered what else you could make him do.

You brought him close. And moved your hips up and sideways. He got the hint and flipped over.

You lined yourself back up and sank down with a sigh.

Jane out his hands behind and head and looked up at you with his smug smile. It made you want to fuck that look right off him.

You put your hands down in his chest and moved your hips in a circle. Testing the waters.

You adjusted your thighs and started to move. The new position made him go much deeper than before and it felt perfect. You shut your eyes focusing on the feeling.

“Oh look at you. You look so good up there riding me.

“Fuck o-” you squealed. He had placed his hands on your waist and thrusted up into you.

“That's it, be a good girl for me and take it okay? Can you do that for me.” The top of his length was hitting your cervix in a delicious way.

He grabbed your hands and pulled them down so your chest was in his. The angle now reaching your g-spot.

“Oh my god, oh my god, fuck. Don't stop, please, Partick don't stop.

“I'm not planning on it.” You can feel him tense up and you know he's getting close.

“It's okay, I want you to cum.”

As soon as the words left your mouth his core tightened and he breathed out your name. As he buried himself as deep as he could and stopped.

You stay on top for a moment. His arms still holding your waist. He moves them up and holds you in his arms. Silently assuring you he's not going anywhere.

You only get up because your body tells you.

As soon as your back Jane's already under the covers. He pays next to him.

You smile and walk over.

Once you get it you move in close and he raises his arm up. You find a comfortable position and rest your head on his chest.

“Thank you.” He says.

You ponder what he meant

“For what?” He squeezed your shoulder and didn't answer.

You were silent for a while longer. Not awkward. But comfortable.

“Did I really tell you that I wanted to have sex with you while hypnotized?” You asked out before you could think not to.

“Actually yeah you did.” He chuckled and you buried your face in his chest. “Come on now you can't be shy, not after all that.”

He was right.

“Did I say anything else?”

“No, nothing important.”

You were pleased. You couldn't handle more embarrassment.

“Oh actually you did tell me about the party you were throwing me.” You immediately get up and look him in the eyes.

Rigsby was a good friend of yours, you joined the team a long while ago and the two of you just hit things off. He had a similar humor to you and a similar way of going about things which made it easy for the two of you to become friends. Of course there was nothing more to it though because you and the Rigsby also had similar problems.

Rigsby is in love with Van Pelt, it wasn’t really a secret crush by any means but he liked to think so. Your problem though was hopefully much more sudle. You were in love with Patrick Jane. That stupid consultant somehow had you falling for him and it was of course: just as one sided as Rigsby’s crush. Maybe there was some way to fix that, or realize the crushes aren’t as one sided as the two of you thought.

It was about to hit hour one into the stake out you and Rigsby had gotten put on. Though both of you hated it it was apparently your turn once again. Rigsby had eaten through all of the snacks like a bookworm in a library so now it was really all about waiting. Maybe you should try Cho’s method of bringing a book.

“So hows it going with Van Pelt?” You chirp up suddenly making Rigsby turn his head away from the house you were watching. You heard him sigh a little. Somehow whenever the two of you did stake-outs you talked about this at some point.

“Terrible man.” Rigsby shakes his head, “It’s like every time I think she’s feeling me something happen and we take another step back.” You nodded your head along with Rigsby’s complaints. “It’s whatever though, maybe she just doesn’t like me and that’s that.” The agent says.

Before you can say anything Rigsby speaks up again, “Hows it going with Jane,” the agent chuckles to himself after he asks his question. Rigsby always found your crush on Patrick to be funny, well just because it was Jane! You smack him in the shoulder before you answer him.

“Same as you I guess.” You answer with a heavy sigh. “He acts like hes into me but I can never tell if he’s being genuine or that’s just how he is you know?” You explain and Rigsby nods his head along in agreement. It’s silent in the car for a bit before your friend speaks up.

“Do you wanna go on a date y/l/n?” Rigsby asks, “Like you and me.” The look of confusion on your face must be clear because he continues to explain. “I’m just thinking neither of us have gone on a date in a while it might be nice, as friend of course.”

You think for a minute and then nod your head, “You know what? Yeah sure. Maybe if we’re lucky it could make Vanpelt and Patrick a little jealous.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders.

“What do we say to them though? Theres no dating within the team.” You ask and Rigsby thinks it over for a minute.

“Just say we're hanging out, like don’t specifically call it a date.” Rigsby says and it kinda sounds dumb yes but it could still work. “And don’t let Lisbon know.” That part is smart though.

Before you can answer a moving figure enters your vision. You point towards the house you have been guarding and the two of you see a person making their way out of the building. The two of you get out of the car in sync and when the man sees you he goes running. This makes both you and Rigsby run after him in different directions, Rigsby right after him and you where you thought he might pop out.

Time skip to after you catch da bad guy

You had had to tackle the suspect and damn did it hurt when you landed on concrete wrong. You and Rigsby were standing around waiting for the rest of your team to show up when you spoke up.

“Were you serious?” You ask him a little out a breath and a hand holding your back where you landed. “I mean about the date.” You finish, Rigsby shrugs his shoulders.

“I mean you might be right about the whole jealousy thing,” The agent responds and as he’s talking a car carrying Lisbon, Patrick, and Cho pulls up next to you. “After the case is wrapped up?” Rigsby asks and you just nod while your teammates get out of the car.

Time skip again

The rest of the case took about a week to get wrapped up and at the end you and Rigsby had your ‘date’ planned. The date was more like a hang out if anything. You were just going to get some drinks and then some dinner, nothing you hadn’t basically done before.

You and Rigsby had decided to go right after work on Friday and well this is it. You wrapped up the last of your paper work and handed them off to Lisbon who thanked you for you'rehard work. When you got back to your desk you started packing up all of your things. Patrick and his couch resided right behind you desk which was a good and bad thing depending on the situation.

Right now though he seemed to be sleeping but peeked open an eye when he heard you moving around. “Heading out y/l/n?” Patrick asks without moving.

“Yup.” You says simply and then decide its time to light the fire you and Rigsby had been cooking up. “I have some plans tonight I gotta get to.” You exclaim.

“Oh?” Patrick inquires still keeping his eyes closed and body un-moving. You smile before you speak.

“Yeah, Wayne and I have plans.” You say all smug and you can tell the exact moment it clicks in Patrick’s mind what’s going on. His eyes open and he pushes himself up to be in a sitting position.

“You and Rigsby?” The conultant asks looking at you with a look on his face that says ‘really? him?’. You hold back a chuckle while rumedging through your purse to ensure you had everything you needed for the night. To keep up the facade though you shrug your shoulders.

“Yeah, why what’s wrong with that?” You ask as innocently as you can. Patrick is now fully sitting up and looking at you in disbelief. A look you don’t normally see on the not-psychic’s face.

“Oh nothing is wrong,” Is all Patrick says with a little sigh as he shakes out his suit jacket so he can lay back down comfortably. “Nothing is wrong at all. Have a good night.” Patrick waves you goodbye. It’s your turn to be shocked beacuse is that really all Patrick is going to give you? You attempt to find any sort of emotion in his voice that is what you wanted him to be feeling but theres nothing. He really can be an ass sometimes.

“Yeah you too.” You bite out with the same amount of annoyance you felt. This is when Rigsby walks over from his desk, finally finished with all of his work aswell.

“You ready to go?” The agent asks and you can see him glance between you and Patrick curiously and it almost pisses you off more. Instead you force a smile and nod your head happily. Behind Rigsby sits a certain red headed agent that seems quite intereested in the whole situation.

You watch as Van pelt eyes you and Rigsby and you know foor sure she heard your conversation with Patrick. When you and your fellow agent turn to leave Van Pelt offers a warm smile that doesn’t seem too genuine and despite yourself a real smile reaches your face as you say your goodbyes.

Rigsby is a little giddy and when you’re fully out of ear shot he starts excitedly talking in a whisper. “Did you see that?” The agent asks you. “She was so pissed we’re going out!” It’s almosy funny the way he’s so excited about this. “You’re plan was genius she’s totally jealous.“

Theres a new sort of puff in Rigsby’s chest as you make your way to the elevator. As if remebering there was another part to the plan your friend looks over at you. “What about Jane?” Rigsby asks you curiously.

“Couldn’t care less it seems.” You grit your teeth together at the memory of his nonchalantness over something you hoped you get at least a little rise out of him. Befor Rigsby could answer you fellow agent Cho gets out of the elevator you were about to get into. The man looks between the two of you with the same look he always had on his face.

“What’re you guys doing?” Cho asks but it seems like he already knew the answer.

“What does it look like we're doing?” Your date answers and you realize now he’s not the best liar when it comes to situations like this. “We're going on a date.” Even you dont believe him when he says it but you smile at Cho either way. You watch the gears turn in the agents head as he thinks for a minute then answers.

“Is it a fake date?” Cho asks but it seems rhetorical. “To make Jane and Vanpelt jealous?” Your jaw is slack when he finishes telling you his theory because it is spot on.

“What dude how’d you know?” Rigsby looks around as if you were caught doing something illegal and it makes you chuckle a bit.

“How’d they take the news?” Cho asks and it makes you smile that he just completely ignored Rigsby.

“Patrick doesn’t really care.” you answer your friend and try to make it seem like it doesnt bother you but Cho’s a good detective. “Van Pelt on the other hand was pissy.” You whisper as if its a secret and you can see a small smirk reach Cho's lips.

Rigsby puffs his chest out and holds himself like his ego has been inflated 20 sizes too big. “Yeah she’s definetly Jealous.” The man tries to act all tough and nonchalant and a look shared between you and Cho says everything.

“Well have fun.” Cho says and you and the other agents do your goodbyes before you walking into the elevator for your “date”.

Time skip again my b

Its the next work day you had and you kinda feel like shit. Maybe it’s because of Patrick maybe its because of a million other things but you know it’s because of Patrick. The fake date was great and refreshing but the whole weekend you couldnt shake the way Patrick had reacted. Choosing to not let it bother you to the best of your abilities you walked into the office and found your desk.

The elevator ride up to your office was just spent lost in thought, mostly about that stupid consultant who wouldn’t leave your mind. When the folding doors open you walk through mindlessly till you catch sight of Patrick. You had planned to avoid the man as best you could that morning till you had a case to distract you with. Of course it’d be difficult you and Patrick are quite close but you hadn’t expected to meet him the second you walked through the elevator.

Being as curtious as possible you plaster a smile on your face and go to greet him but Patrick’s walking towards you and suddenly - without stopping - whisks you off with him. Of course you’re confused but Patrick doesn’t say anything and any reltaliation is shushed by the man.

It doesn’t take long foryou to get to an empty office room that does'n’t get used unless it’s an important meeting. Patrick closes the door behind the two of you and then turns around so he’s facing you.

“What the hell Jane? What’s going on?” You ask the consultant, your voice is simultaniously accusatory but hushed because of the situation the two of you were in. You didn’t want anyone coming in an assuming something. Patrick though looked almost hurt at your words.

With his face scrunched Patrick waves his hand in the air. “No no don’t call me that,” he says and you furrow your brow at him in confusion. “You always call me Patrick don’t stop now just because you’re mad at me.” At his words you striaghten out your back and calm down your face.

“Mad?” You ask, feigning innocence. “I’m not mad at you.” Patrick gives you a look that tells you to cut the shit but you keep up the facade.

“Oh come on you’re lying? To me?" Patrick points to himself in disbelif as he takes a step closer to you. “It’s practically spelled out for me. How you were talking to me last night, you’re all tense and it’s very clear in the way your eye brow twitches that you’re irritated.”

Patrick lists out every reason he has to back up his claim and damn do you hate being on the other side of his profiling. “Yeah so what?” You ask trying to sound sure of yourself, the way Patrick sounds.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me just because I didn’t react the way you wanted me to about a fake date.” Patrick has a little outburst but mainly keeps him calm and you’re a bit shocked to hear his reasoning.

See you could say something along the lines of ‘fake? It wasnt fake innocence dont know what you're saying Patrick!‘ But you you decided not to waste your breathe on asking stupid questions.

“How’d you know?” You ask and maybe thats a stupid question too but whatever. The distance between you and Patrick gets smaller when he closes the gap with a step towards you.

“Of course I knew the date was fake,” Patrick says with an almost bashful expression. “Rigsby’s in love with Vanpelt,” Patrick hesitates taking another step closer to you so that he’s so close you’re almost touching with every intake of air. “And you have feelings for me.”

Your breath hitches and suddenly Patrick is too close because you’re now exposed and he’s right there. There's no use in trying to act nonchalant and deny anything because if Patrick knows that then he’ll obviously know you’re lying too.

“I don't- How-” Everything you mean to say dies on the tip of you’re tongue because it’s Patrick and he knows and he is still right there. You don’t get a coherent word in before Patrick is shushing you.

“I haven’t said or done anything about it because there was a chance we wouldn’t be able to continue working together and,” Patrick hesitates for a minute. Taking his eyes off you to in turn look down at his fidgeting hands. “And I couldn’t risk that but we - I can’t keep just waiting around.” It’s all so much to take in and the confessing man doesn’t give you much time to think.

“Patrick I-” You try to speak but there he is shushing you again and honestly you weren't sure what to say in the first place. After all this time Patrick was laying it all out for you and it honestly didn't feel real. If it was for how close Patrick was, how your breathing was starting to sync, how to look in his eyes was a burning flame, you would've thought you were still dreaming.

“Y/n you have made my life better, you’ve changed me and even though I knew the “date” was fake I didnt like to think I could lose you to stupid rules. I mean really when have I ever let rules stop me before?” Patrick jokes but he seems to almost be getting choked up and you arent any better the way you're breath is taken away.

Patrick doesn’t say anything else and you are speechless just soaking everything in. The room is quiet and all your senses are just filled Patrick it’s almost overwhelming.

“Well Patrick,” you start and the man is looking at you with that passionate fire in his eyes that continues to burn bright. “I feel the same way about you. But you know that obviously.” You mumble over your words but Patrick is looking at you as if you hold the sun and moon in your hands so you keep going. “I’m scared about loosing you too but I want this.”

With the final word you reach your hands out and take his in yours. Patrick looks down at where your hands meet and then back to your eyes with an adoration that melts your heart. Patrick’s mouth is agap like he had something to say but he’s said enough for the morning, it was your turn to take action.

One hand leaves his and reaches up to his cheek, your thumb rubs the soft stubble there. Yours and Patrick eyes are locked on eachother as you lean into him slightly getting on your tip toes so you can reach his lips. Your eyes flutter shut the closer you get to him and Patricks leaning in to meet you half way.

The kiss is gentle but passionate, Patrick practically melts into you. His hands find your waist to pull you impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss. It’s as if his lips leave a fiery trail behind them. Your arms wrap themselves up on his shoulders and around his head, fingers running through his soft golden locks. When you finally have to pull away for lack of air Patricks chases your lips untill he absolutely has to reluctantly pull away.

The two of you stay holding eachother, breathing heavy with your eyes downcast. No words are said but the look you're sharing says everything you couldnt find the words to say. Everything is flooded with Patrick and its as overwhelming as it is completely amazing. It just feels 5right5 to be this way with him.

The sound of people moving around outside the office you currently resided in reminded you of where you were and what you were doing. Instinctively you push away from Patrick but a firm grip on your waist keeps you close. You swat at his chest a little.

“We gotta get to work.” You say trying to be stern but even you dont believe what you're saying. Patrick leans in giving you a peck on the lips that catches you off gaurd and you're inclined to deepen the kiss because this is all you’ve been wanting but you force yourself to push away. “No Patrick we have to get to the office or god forbid people will come looking for us.”

A pout lands on Patricks face and you smile at him amused and laughing. “If we must.” The consultant says and gives you a peck on the forehead that warms your heart and sends a flurry to your heart. Patrick pulls away from you and straightens out his suit jacket. “You should leave first since you're the actual agent and all that.”

You chuckle and straighten yourself out as well trying to make it look like you werent doing what you were just doing. You feel almost overwhelmed with all of what has happened but it also feels overwhelmingly right. Once you're completely done getting yourself presentable you make a move to the door.

“Sorry about the fake date stuff.” You say suddenly a bit embarrassed but Patrick waves you off.

“Don’t worry, I knew it was fake from the start.” Patrick tells you.

You frown. “So you weren’t even a little jealous?” You make a small pinch sign with your hand and Patrick shrugs his shoulder.

“Only a little.” The man smiles and leans towards you to which you roll your eyes and lean in to give him a little kiss.

“We can talk later yeah?” You ask because obviously there is so much more you had to say and so much more to figure out for what your relationship ment. Patrick gives you a sincere look.

“Of course.” He says and suddenly it feels like everything really will be okay.

You say your goodbyes even though youll see him in only a few moments. When you walk out the office it feels like everyone knows what has happened in that room but you keep your head up and do your best to act as if nothing has happened. On your short walk to your office area a door ahead of you in the hallway opens and a barely put together Agent Rigsby walks out.

The man isnt very subtle the way he quickly darts his head around the hallway as he straightens himself out. Rigsbys eyes land on you as the both of you freeze untill you figure out what just happened. With a smirk on your face you keep walking and Rigsby joins you while he tightens his loose tie.

“Vanpelt?” You ask and you dont need to be looking at Rigsby to see the smug grin plastered on his face. Your friend nods his head and you can almost see the new aura of confidence that surrounds him.

“Jane?” The agent asks in response. You get a matching proud grin on your face and nod your head the same way Rigsby did. As you reach the open office room where your team resides Rigsby puts out a closed hand to which you give a sneaky fist bump too before you split and go to your seperate desks.

“Where have all of you been? Lisbon been looking for you-” Your disgruntled coworker Cho bunbards you and Rigsby with questions on your whereabouts but stops himself. Mainly taking in Rigsbys not so subtle current condition Cho just sighs.

“You're all gross.” Cho just shakes his head and gets back to the work he was doing before he got distracted by you and Rigsby. “When Lisbon fires you all I want to be there.” That makes you laugh but Rigsby looks a little sheepish, maybe because of the lipstick that didnt get all the way wiped off. Who knows.

You do know that this is probably the best possible outcome you or Rigsby couldve planned. When you see a red headed agent and a blond consultant make their way to the office area conveniently together you have to stop yourself from laughing. Patrick gives you a warm smile though that you match immediately.

The man walks behind you and plops down on his couch with a content sigh. The tightness in your chest coming from all the uncertainty you have about what your relationship with Patrick involves flows away when you see him.