We Both Need Saving (Patrick Jane x Reader)

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PATRICK'S POV

I woke up uncomfortably this morning. my back hurt and I was not feeling very rested. Y/n was still lying down and asleep when I woke up, so I tooke this as the perfect opportunity to get up and leave. I got up and carried the chair around to the desk, tucking it in neatly. As I headed for the doorway leading out into the livingroom, I heard a rustle and then my name called softly.
"patrick..?" y/n said groggily.

I spun around and saw her propped up by her elbow.
"Mnnh. What are you doing here?" she yawned and sat up fully, rubbing her presumably achey head.
"ah. You got terribly drunk last night and sent me a text. ehm, I came over to apologize, and put you to bed. I came back to check on you." I lied. She groaned and then swung her legs out into the open, showing off her mens cotton, checkered pajama pants. She still wore the shirt from yesterday, and her pants from yesterday were lying on the floor.
She stood up and huffed, her face showing light pain. I asked her if she was okay. She nodded, "Yeah, my leg is just being bothersome, and my head hurting doesn't help either. Excuse me, I need to take a shower." she said as she walked past me to the bathroom. "help yourself to some tea." she waved her hand at the kitchen before closing the door behind her.

I put the kettle on the stove as I heard the water frush alive from inside the bathroom. I thought about how she looked with her hair wet, and how it would stream down her back. Like a camera, I trailed down from her hands running over the top of her head to envision what I think she would looke like, stopping at her shoulders before I quickly snapped out of it and felt my face heat up. No patrick. She is a coworker. Stop it. I told myself as the kettle started to squeal. I put the milk in the cup and then the hot water, followed by the tea. I sat on the couch and drank the hot beverage while looking at the books on the little book/movie shelf holding her flatscreen. I went and grabbed the copy of the great gatsby on the bottom shelf, and opened it up to her bookmark. She was about halfway through the book. Hm. I sipped the tea and looked at the little margin notes she had written in pencil. Little observations and things being pointed out. I had been looking at her margin notes for a minute before she opened the bathroom door and slipped into the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of her calves and up to her mid thighs. Her hair was drenched. She had a few bruises here and there to signify she was clumsy, and her toenails were neatly painted (f/c). Her skin was even toned, and almost drained of color instead of red, signifying the lack of heat. Does she take cold showers? I wondered as she filled my head again. She was very pretty and well proportioned.
I huffed at myself as I sipped my tea and looked at more of her margin notes. She walked out of the room now dressed in a black 3/4 sleeve length shirt. She wore jeans and a tired smile.
"Ah, the great gatsby. It's a good book. I did an analysis in my senior year of highschool." she said, tucking her water darkened (h/c) hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, it is good. I read it on my own time though." I retorted as she looked at my hands. "do you take cold showers?" i asked her as she looked up at me. Her lips were slightly parted and she smiled lightly.
"mmm, yeah. They help me wake up." she said, with a twitch of her eyebrow.
I smirked and taunted her until she told me the truth.
"I've been taking cold showers since my first encounter with death." she brushed her arm with her opposing hand, and her eyebrow stayed still this time. My lips curved into a light frown as her eyes made contact with them. She looked so pure and innocent at the moment. She sat cris-crossed on the couch with her light colored straight jeans with a tad bit of distress. She wore a small necklace, that looked old and slightly tarnished. The pendant held a small opal, and it led me to look at her collarbones. They sat defined in front of her shoulders. I trailed down the plunged v neck lined black shirt. Sweater material. Soft. It pulled attention to her chest and torso as well as her neck and shoulders.
"hey." she said suddenly. "you're staring. are you okay?" she said, putting her index and middle fingers underneath my chin and lifting my head up slightly to look her in the eyes. Her fingertips were soft on my stubbled underchin, and my heart beat a little faster. Nobody has touched me this gently in a long time.
"oh, yes, sorry. I was spacing out. Thinking, as one might add." I stuttered lightly as I turned my head away from her so I could regain my composture. Her skin was so soft. She smelled like sage. She filled my senses and overwhelmed me. I looked at my almost empty cup and took it as a perfect way to get out of the situation. I got up to get another cup of tea, but my plan didn't work as she got up to make herself a cup of coffee. After making the coffee, she trudged to the bathroom, and closed the door. The sound of a hairdryer was muffled behind the door, lasting for about 4 to 5 minutes. I explored her kitchen at this time. Spices and seasonings, all in small cylindrical glass jars, in one cupboard, shared with canned foods like soup, fruits, and vegtables. A few knock off brand cereals, as well as other boxed foods like rice, pasta, and a few boxes of mac and cheese. In the next cupboard held all of her glasses. She had a good amount of mason jars to drink out of, and simple white coffee mugs, with a few other mugs listing national parks. Souveniers I presume. Her bowls matched her white cups, and her plates did as well. I looked at the large, white bowl with light ash brown circles painted in small spaced out lines on the counter next to the stove. It had rooted vegtables like potatoes and onions.