» Patrick Jane

Tea.

Maybe Patrick Jane’s favorite word after “LISBON” screamed at the top of his lungs.

And his favorite drink. And maybe also his favorite thing at all.

So when today, he made his tea to drink, as usual, he didn’t suspect a damn soul. And to be fair, why would he? He is in the CBI office with Lisbon, Cho, Rigsby, Van Pelt and you. Nothing extraordinary.

The day followed its course, nothing wrong happened.

He annoyed Lisbon until she scolded him, teased Rigsby, lightly mocked Van Pelt and checked you out when you walked by the couch.

No, the thing he should be worried about was about the happen later.

He fell asleep on the couch. With time, this wasn’t surprising. As long as there was something in the office, they would let him peacefully sleep—it’s rare that he manages to fall asleep so they won’t disturb him when he finally does.

And tonight, they let him because you were there as well.

A few hours later, Jane woke up with a particularly bad ache in his crotch.

Who the fuck put that much aphrodisiac in his tea.

He squirmed on the couch, uncomfortable, peeking his eyes open to see who was still around in the office, to not embarrass himself any more.

His cock throbbed actually when he spotted you a few meters away.

He stood up, stumbling to you before wrapping his arms around your waist as you were messing around with the printing. He pressed himself against your back, head nuzzling against your shoulder.

“Mmmh, I think something’s wrong with my body,” he whispered in your ear, grinding slightly to make it more obvious to you, “Not that I’m complaining though, am I?”

He turned you over, pressing your back against the closest wall.

“What do you think? Wouldn’t it be funny to do it here?” he asked, slipping a knee between your legs, voice slightly breathless because of his arousal, “Please.”

When you didn’t back down, he lifted you up in his arms and carried you to his favorite couch. Dropping you, he quickly crawled over with his usual unbearable grin.

“Pretty please? They won’t know we did it,” he mused, referring to the CBI team, “But we would have done something naughty.”