Story 1 – A Touch of Fire

A Jane & Lisbon Story

By Brown Eyes Parker

Author's Note:

There are mistakes in this story, and I know that they're there. And this story was written in a hurry, because I really wanted to post something for the Mentalist fandom. And the title was taken from "Just A Kiss" by Lady Antebellum. Oh! And there's nothing more than kissing in this story, don't even assume there's anything more than that going on.

Disclaimer:

I don't own anything, I wish I did. . . but that's life, I'm just a small town girl, living in my lonely world. We rarely own anything big like "the Mentalist". I do own a copy of "Just A Kiss" but it isn't like I own the rights to it or anything.

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They had listened to Puccini on a secluded rooftop somewhere in Venice as they had sipped Moscato and ate cannoli; their clothes had started to stick to them as the opera had progressed. Lisbon found herself getting a little drunk on too much wine and not enough food, the emotion from the song filled her to the brim, she could feel every single note in the depths of her heart.

"What is she saying?" She had whispered to Jane, afraid that if she spoke any louder it would break the magical spell that had been cast.

"She said and I wait a long time, but I do not grow weary of the long wait," Jane answered, looking at her with such intensity that her heart stopped beating for a second. It was like he could see through to her very soul. . . that he knew she would be able to relate to those lines

Because Madam Butterfly was a woman quite like herself, waiting patiently for the man she was in love with.

She closed her eyes and allowed the beauty of the opera to fill her even more as Jane slipped his hand into her's, and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, humming along with the music.

They sat that way until the song swelled to its crescendo, and then she could feel his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Now I promise you this, hold back your fears. I with secure faith wait for him."

Lisbon looked at him through her lashes, her pulse accelerating slightly as she breathed in his sweat and expensive cologne. She could feel the tension between them building as he leaned in and gently grazed her lips with his, pulling away to gauge her reaction, to see if it was okay to go further.

She merely closed her eyes and nodded. It had been a long time coming anyways, the kiss in her office had been a bribe to get her to come with him. It had been a sweet teasing, a promise of things to come. She felt him put his arms around her and pull her closer; kissing her like it was the last thing on earth that he was going to get to do.

Sitting on an old plaid blanket, somewhere on a rooftop in Venice they missed the rest of the opera.

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"When I was a little girl, my mother always dreamed of coming here one day," Lisbon said as she looked up at the Eiffel Tower. "On Friday nights she would put her recording of Louie Armstrong's La Vie En Rose, and she'd make Beef Bourguignon for dinner with Crème Brûlée for dessert. And she'd say to me; Reese one day. . . one day in the future we're going to go to Paris. And if I don't get to take you, then I want you to find a man who will."

"Louie Armstrong?" Jane asked. "Really?"

"What? Did you listen to Edith Piaf?"

"All the time," Jane answered. "There was a French woman in the carnival, and she said it was the only version in the world."

Lisbon looked at him and smiled. "Thank you for taking me to Paris."

"I'm glad that I could take you," Jane replied, scooting a little closer to her and putting his arm around her waist, leaning in to gently kiss her ear.

She sighed in contentment and rested her head on his shoulder, glancing at the Eiffel Tower one more time, committing it to memory for a future rainy day.

After a day of sightseeing, Jane and Lisbon sat in Jane's hotel room eating dinner and watching To Catch a Thief in French.

Lisbon sighed and swirled her glass of wine. "Is it any wonder that the Prince of Monaco fell in love with Grace Kelly? She was so beautiful."

"You're beautiful too," Jane whispered, taking her glass and setting it on the nightstand by his bed before pulling her down in the covers with him, looking down at her.

"I wasn't fishing for compliments," Lisbon replied, smiling up at him.

"I know," Jane said, lowering his face to kiss her. "I just wanted you to know that I think you're beautiful."

"Thank you," Lisbon breathed, unsure of what else to say, her thoughts drifting away from her while Jane kissed her again, the lights from the Eiffel Tower twinkling right outside the window as Carey Grant and Grace Kelly drove down the French Rivera on the television screen at their feet.

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"Have you ever read a Vespa?" Lisbon asked as he tightened her helmet strap in Greece.

"Of course I have!" Jane answered, holding the bike steady for her as she climbed on behind him. "There's a very short list of things that I haven't done. You've never read a Vespa before?"

"No," Lisbon replied as he started the Vespa up and she wrapped her arms around his waist. "I was more of a motorcycle kind of girl."

"I would have never pegged Greg as a motorcycle kind of boy," Jane mused revving the engine up and starting off slowly.

"He wasn't," Lisbon said, smiling against his shoulder. "It was my uncle. You're not really threatened by Greg are you?"

"Of course not," Jane answered. "If he were the one for you than you would be with him – wherever he is right now – instead of trekking across Europe with me. Darling, I hate to sound vain, but I'm the one for you—"

"Really?" Lisbon asked, stifling her giggles.

"Really," Jane replied, stopping the bike. "Do you want gelato?"

"Sure," she said easily as he slid off the bike before helping her get off it. "But you do realize that we didn't make it very far, right?"

"You do realize that I don't really care," Jane replied, pulling her against his chest. "Right?"

Lisbon rolled her eyes. "You're too much."

"But you love it," he said, pushing her hair away from her face. "The truth is, I really had no idea where we were going. I like the idea of being able to do whatever I want to do."

"Really?" Lisbon asked huskily, smiling up at him with a dreamy look in her eyes as a gentle sea breeze played with her hair. "I had no idea."

"Mmmmh," was Jane's feeble reply as his lips fusing to her's in a tender kiss, completely forgetting about the gelato stand as he got lost in her.

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"Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend!" Jane said, taking Lisbon's hands in his and looking at her, his green eyes sparkling in the waning sunlight.

"You're not just quoting Emma anymore. . . are you?" Lisbon asked, looking up at him hopefully.

He had been quoting various Jane Austin movies since they had hit England, and today had been no different as they had explored the different locations that the 1996 version of Emma had been filmed.

"Please say that you aren't," she whispered, realizing that she was shivering in anticipation.

"I can't say that I'm not quoting Emma anymore, because I am."

Lisbon's face fell. "Oh."

"But I mean every single word," Jane went on to assure her. "I do want to marry you Teresa. I want to marry you more than anything in this world. Please say yes. . ."

"Yes," Lisbon answered quickly, her smile returning to her face instantly. "Yes I will marry you! I love you."

"I know," Jane said smirking at her. He waited a second before putting his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, nuzzling her ear with his nose. "I love you too."

She smiled up at him and then stood on tip-toe, giving him a kiss that would give any actor and actress a run for their money. She pulled away and sighed. "You don't know how worried I was."

"Why were you worried darling?" He asked, frowning slightly.

"That when we got back to California that this was going to end," Lisbon answered, resting her forehead against his. "The kissing, the long embraces, the terms of endearment. . . the soulful looks."

"Silly woman," Jane whispered affectionately as he pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You should have known that once you were mine I was never, ever going to let it end."

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"Pick one," Jane said, summer was turning to fall and New York was their last stop before going back to California and their real lives.

Lisbon looked at the display of Tiffany engagement rings, her mouth slightly open. "I could never—"

"I want you to though!" He insisted. "You showed me that I could love again after I had lost everything dear to me. You deserve the best, so come on and choose one already! If you don't, we'll be late getting ready for dinner, and if that happens then we'll lose our reservations, then we won't be able to eat and you won't enjoy Les Misérables because you'll be so hungry."

Lisbon shook her head and then pointed to a simple silver band with a modest sized diamond. "That one then. It's nice, but not too flashy. The perfect ring for a federal agent."

Jane smiled and shook his head, signaling the sale's clerk to come over and take the ring out of the display case for them.

"Is this the one?" He asked, watching her turn the ring over in her hand.

"I like it," Lisbon answered.

"But do you really like it?" Jane insisted. "I mean do you like it enough to wear it for the rest of your life?"

"I think so," she replied.

"Well then!" Jane took the ring from her and got on one knee, taking her hand in his. "Teresa Lisbon, will you do me the great honor of being my wife?"

"Jane!" Lisbon hissed, blushing slightly. "Get up off the floor!"

He shook his head. "Not until you answer my question. Will you marry me?"

"I already said yes!" Lisbon whispered, trying to ignore the people looking at them and straining to hear her answer.

"Say it again! I'm doing it right this time, with the ring and everything."

"I liked your last proposal better," Lisbon said.

Jane sighed. "Just answer the question. Will. You. Marry. Me?"

Lisbon looked at him like he was a petulant child, and then she sighed. "If I say that I'll marry you, will you get up off the floor?"

Jane just smirked at her, and tightened his grip on her hand, the ring poised on the end of her finger.

"Fine, then. . . the answer is yes, yes I will marry you!" Lisbon answered. "You already knew that, now get up off the floor."

Jane grinned at her and slid the ring all the way down on her finger, before standing up and pulling her into his arms, framing her face in his hands, and kissing her square on the mouth. "Thank you for making me the happiest man in New York. . . again."

The sale's clerk cleared his throat. "I'm assuming that'll be credit?"

"Oh right," Jane answered, pulling away from Lisbon and reaching for his wallet as he winked at her. "Credit."

_The End_

Author's Note II:

Well. . . there you have it, the sequel to "Come Away With Me", I hope you enjoyed it. It gave me a weird kind of joy writing it. Please leave a review on your way out. My next sequel is going to be to "First Date Disasters", be on the lookout for that. . . coming soon.

Love,

Holly, July 4th, 2012_