Disclaimer: I don't own the Mentalist, but that can't stop wishful thinking, can it?
A Hot Heaven
The smell of alchohol and sweat pervaded the air. Drunked bodies swayed rythmically to the beat of the music. Theresa Lisbon's eyes flitted from the flustered bartender, to a stoic Cho, a pretty drunk Van Pelt, (which was unusual, as she happened to be the responsible one, but she supposed she was just letting of steam) an completely hammered Rigsby to a...sexy, blonde-haired consultant. Jane noticed her gaze, and winked. Lisbon flushed with embarrassment at being caught in her ogling. She quickly directed her gaze at someting else. Ah, the bar. That was a safe place to look. Then she found her gaze wandering around the club again..and back to Jane. Dammit, she cursed internally. If she had had her way (which she hadn't) she wouldn't be here. But Cho, Rigsby, Van Pelt, and Jane wouldn't take no for an answer. Just when she wanted nothing more to curl up on her worn sofa with a bowl of mint chocolate chip, (and Jane knew that) Jane decided they should go 'clubbing'. Admittedly, theyhad justclosed a huge case. But this wasn't how she wanted to celebrate-in a club with sweaty bodies, strobe lights, and incessant grinding. For one, Van Pelt had forced her into this wildly innapropriate dress. Red, tight, low-cut, and barely reaching mid-thigh, she spent most of the night yanking the neckline up and the hem down. Not to mention the cheetah print stilettos. And the over-the-top makeup. Well, maybe it was worth is a little bit when she saw Jane's face when she had met him outside the club. Shock flitted across his face, then desire, but then he had composed himself carefully behind a neutral mask.
Jane now approached her, pulling her from her abstraction. His arms encircled her waist, making her limbs turn to liquid and her thoughts an incoherent mess. "Having fun?" he murmured. "Jane-", she began, in a half-hearted attempt to push him away. A very half-heated attempt. "I figured, while all our coworkers are drunk-with the exception of Cho-" he paused and glanced over at him, Lisbon following his gaze to see him looking a Cho and his wife, Elise, making out "-and he seems to be quite occupied at the moment." So might as well take advantage of this moment," he said, his lips grazing her neck. Lisbon shuddered, then tried to get ahold of herself.
"Jane, we can't-" she began, but Jane's lips cut off her protests. Jane. His lips. Against hers. Suddenly, she couldn't get close to him fast enough. A low moan emitted from the back of her throat. This spurred him on, Jane suddenly crushing his lips against hers, tangling his hands in her hair, hitching her hip around his waist, his hands tracing her thigh, scattering kisses against her neck. Lisbon threw herself into the kiss with enthusiasim. Her hands twisted in his buttery-blonde, soft curls, while simulataneously slipping her hands under his shirt, tracing the smooth planes of his chest. Somehow, he managed to coax her mouth open, and he nipped at her lower lip, causing her to groan. Finally, they pulled apart. Jane's eyes did nothing to help her resolve; they smoldered with desire. "Is there a place we can go?" he asked breathlessly. "M-my apartment," she stuttered. Even the normally observant Jane didn't notice Grace's eyes follow them out the door. She may have been drunk, but she wasn't that drunk. Granted, they were a little blurry...