A/N: I absolutely do not own The Mentalist and am not making any profit from this. I simply love Jane and Lisbon. This is my first inspiration that is more than just a fleeting idea. A Drabble that I felt the need to get it out in honor of the last day of filming. Bless Simon Baker and Robin Tunney for inspiring us so with their portrayals of Jane and Lisbon, they are truly gifted. Thank you for reading.
One Moment of Many
We dance close, his fingers laced with mine, our hands tucked in the warmth between us. I thread my fingers through the soft waves at his nape and feel the warmth from each of his fingers seep into the small of my back. I tuck my face into my favorite spot between his collar bone and neck and inhale slowly - his smell being one of the many things I love about him. I find my conscious mind shutting off like only he has the power to bring about; I've wondered before if he's hypnotizing me on some level because no one else has ever had this effect on me. I relax completely and am only aware of him against me, the rhythm of his movements, the waves of his in and exhalations pulling and pushing at me so softly, like we're one being.
We're startled when the kitchen timer goes off and laughter bubbles out of us. He leads me to the stove and I partially break away from him, his hand now stroking my back as he places a quick kiss at my temple. I pull the bubbling Lasagna from the oven and he resets the timer for 10 minutes of cooling time. I tuck myself back under his chin and he leans back and tilts my chin up with his fingers for a kiss. This bliss still amazes me, the sheer joy that I feel pouring out of me whenever I am reminded that I am his and he is mine. The richness of feeling is delicious and intoxicating, and I vow to never take it for granted. I am blessed.