Black market: oneshots

Post-show comedown

Patrick was so impressed with Lisbon's performance, to be honest in any other situation it would've been quite a turn on, but he was so drowsy that he could barely keep his eyes open. The room still kept spinning and he just wanted to go home. 

Just rest, he thought to himself, rest a bit and then Lisbon will be here and she'll take you home. So he did, he closed his eyes, not intending to sleep but the next thing he knew it was dark and pretty much everyone was gone. He was still on his sofa in front of the screens, aching from being in the same position for too long.

"Hey" a familiar voice met his ears, Lisbon. He turned and smiled at her "you wanna go home?"

"yes please" he sighed in relief.

She helped him to the car, noting that despite the fact he'd been sleeping so much he was still pale and drained of energy. She drove him back to his Airstream, admiring the night sky as he swam in and out of consciousness. He clambered onto his bed, dripping with sweat and face flushed. Rolling onto his back in the corner he decided that he was done for the day. Teresa lay down next to him, propping her head up on one arm, and brushed some damp curls away from his eyes. She insisted he took some more tablets before sleeping, and he did so.

"I can't believe you've been in that suit all day!" she exclaimed, "are you comfortable like that?"

"Meh" he said, sounding as though he was far away.

"Well you should at least take your shoes off" she giggled, as she sat up and untied them for him. He kicked them off as she draped the bed sheet over him, and lay down, stroking his arm.

"you need to get some sleep"...