Right, I am back again guys. This time with a The Mentalist based story. After a discussion with mrandmrsjane on twitter about what would happen after the finale, this idea just sort of sprang into my head. I have read and reread it so hopefully it's okay and makes sense. I know its short but yeah, in the future I will begin to write more and longer multi chapter fic stories.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mentalist or make money from writing stories. So yeah, without any more hesitation or taking, here is the story. Enjoy.
You still couldn't quite believe it, the woman you had been loving for 12 years had finally said she loved you, maybe not muttering or using those exact words but what had happened the previous night was enough to make you feel that you both were on the same wave length, same page of the book.
The night was rather spectacular, 12 years of lust and love would cause that, it happened in a blur, but it wasn't fast, it was pleasurable, all the things you had hoped and wished for. Why had it taken so long to act on these feelings? You knew why, you both did, Red John. Now he was gone, it was safe to share your love, move on even if it hurt, you knew that your family would want you to be happy, not running away, and hurting the person you loved so much.
So, there you both lay in each other's body heat, clothes strewn across the floor, in random places, on top of bedside tables. Lisbon was sleeping beside you, it made you smile that you got to see her like this, that you got to see her when she wakes up, when she goes to sleep, nobody else, just you. It's one of those bittersweet moments you thought would never happen, now it had you couldn't have been happier.
You walk out of the bedroom to see Lisbon standing there, by the fridge, with your shirt on, she looked beautiful, bending down into the fridge to get the milk out for the morning tea and coffee she was obviously making.
"Lisbon" you said, that startled her, she turned around quickly to face you.
"I thought you were asleep" she replied, how could you focus on what she was saying when she was there in your shirt? With only a couple of buttons done up?
"Come back to bed" you manage to blurt out, still focusing on her perfect body. She began to rub her hands along the shirt, no Lisbon no, she knew what she was doing, trying to get you wound up, wanting more, it was working.
So you walk over to her "Jane" she says pulling you closer to her. "Is someone missing me already" she continues in that raspy tone you loved so much.
You smile at her, gosh; she knows what effects you doesn't she. "Yes, yes I am Teresa" you call her by her first name again as she places her lips to yours, running her finger down your face. She grabs you by the hand and begins to undo the very few buttons she has done up.
"I won't be needing this" she says as she begins to walk towards the bedroom removing your shirt, you close behind smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"You won't" you reply walking into the bedroom closing the door behind you, this is how you had envisioned life so many times, now it was happening it felt fantastic.
