A/N Haven't written anything more adult in awhile so thought I'd give it a try. Lisbon/Jane being cannon just brings the sexy out. Nothing to explicit might go up to T+ or M in a future chapter. If that happens I will of course let you know.

As usual I don't own The Mentalist just some tear soaked hankies as I watch the last season.

Dusk to Dawn

Dusk to dawn is my favorite time now a days. This is when Lisbon and Jane become Teresa and Patrick. The time we can be free and intimate. I didn't plan it that way it just happened.

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After the grueling hours of waiting in the TSA office I'm finally free to go. Abbott has somehow talk them out of jail time and gotten me a strong reprimand and apologizing to the pickle faced officer who was my overnight companion.

Teresa and I are given two weeks off me as a non paid suspension and her to get paper work completed to reverse the transfer to DC. Well that's the party line anyway. We're unceremoniously left at the front entrance to The Blue Bird Inn and told the bill is on me for the rest of our stay as well as the total mini bar tab.

It's good having someone to lean on both actually and metaphorically. Lisbon helps me to our room. Yep just one room. A situation that didn't seem bother my bright eyed companion.

My ankle is killing making me hobble my way over to the bed. Not one of my most graceful moments. I suck it up of course telling Lisbon I'm fine. She makes me promise to get off my feet and rest then sets off to make "the phone call" and get me some tea.

It's dusk when the smell of tea rouses me up from a restless sleep. Teresa is back.

"How did it go with Pike?'

Shrugging off the question she changes the subject telling me I needed to change.

"You can't sleep in your clothes Jane. You need a proper rest. Come on sit up I'll help you."

Next thing I know small strong hands are removing socks and shoes and pulling off my jacket, I'm down to my boxers in no time. She tucks me under the covers and kisses my forehead. No embarrassment between us.

"I love you." Just a soft whisper in my ear as she turns off the lights, Falling back to sleep my last coherent thought is how thinking I could get used to this real quick.

Just before dawn my eyes flutter open the warmth of another body and the smell of cinnamon bringing me to my senses.

Teresa is snuggled up against me her back to my front. She is making little sleep noises and seems very content. It's then I notice her attire cute white cotton panties and a light tank top no bra. Her breast look soft and round with pert nipples poking up. Instinctively I want to touch, my fingers stretching out to her. It has been so long since these feelings have invaded my mind and body.

"How are you feeling?" Her voice is sleepy and she looks so sexy disheveled and half awake.

"Better." I can't help but smile in fact I haven't stop smiling since she stepped into the interrogation room. Yep a great big grinning fool in love, that's me.

Her turning into me puts me in a precarious situation. My body is giving off signals of something I can't delver tonight. Too much anxiety and too little practice will make it over before it even begins. No tonight is not a love making night but who says it can't be a satisfying night. At lest for her.

We start kissing. Slow and gentle quickly escalates to passionate and groping. I place a hand on her covered breast she moves it to her bare stomach. An invitation for a more intimacy. One I quickly accept and touch her for the first time as a lover. Before I can stop my self I'm kissing her perfect breast and sucking one of her harden peaks into my mouth. The real thing is so much better than my dreams.

Teresa moans and throws her head back rolling her body as if there is an itch she's desperate to scratch. My hands move of their own accord and find their way between her legs.

Her tongue is in my ear and her hand caressing me over my clothing.

"Touch me Patrick. Show me how those amazingly long fingers of yours feel inside me. Please."

Who I'm I to deny a lady's request and she called me Patrick. She moves her hips to allow me to take off her panties off while she removed the tank top. Teresa Lisbon naked in my bed, no make that in my arms. I can't believe she is finally mine.

She throws her leg over mine giving me full access to her as she continues to kiss me. It didn't take me long to get into the rhythm of things and bring her to orgasm. Her skin shiny and her breathing ragged eyes lite with such love and happiness. And I've done that to her …. for her. The feeling is heady.

Thwarting her attempts to return the favor isn't easy but she understood my fatigue and believes me when I tell her that making her feel wonderful was good enough for me tonight.

Dusk to dawn with Teresa now has its own room in my memory palace. Wonder what I'll move in it next?