Summary: It all started out innocently enough.
Rating: M
Timeline: pre-series
Disclaimer: The Mentalist show and characters are the property of Bruno Heller, Primrose Hill Productions, Warner Bros. Television, CBS,…
Author's Notes: This is my first The Mentalist writing attempt. It's probably very OOC but the idea just wouldn't leave me. This is a one-shot but it could turn into a larger piece of writing, I don't know yet. For the moment I'm anxious about feedback, both positive and negative. Also, this is not beta-read and English is my third language.
Enjoy.
It all started out innocently enough. He had asked her if she wanted to go drink something with him after a case. It hadn't been a difficult case, not particularly demanding or tiring. It had been a mostly normal open and shut case.
Of course she had wanted to physically hurt him once or twice. He hadn't been particularly compassionate or understanding toward the family and friends of the victim. When was he ever? At least it hadn't ended up with her needing to sort out a lawsuit. For some unknown reason he had tried to behave himself a tiny bit. It made her hopeful.
It hadn't started because they were both drunk. For once, alcohol had nothing to do with it. He had taken a beer, she a glass of white wine. Nothing serious. Nothing bad enough to make her lose control and do crazy things.
The attraction had always been there, an undercurrent. They both felt it. It had been from the day they met, a little over six months ago. He was more in denial about it than her. She tried to hide it but knew it was futile. It had only been a matter of time before they acted on it.
He needed comfort; he always needed comfort. She had wanted release. They knew each other, were familiar with each other. It had been normal to turn to the other in such circumstances.
It was meaningless. It happened and that was the end of it.
It wasn't tender or loving but passionate and frenzied. She liked it that way. She was cool and calm in her professional life. Her personal life was messy and wild. He hadn't seemed to mind; in fact he had seemed to thrive on it. It flitted through her head that his wife had probably been soft and alluring. Probably nothing like her. She was hard and aggressive. Maybe that was why he chose her, because she was the exact opposite of his deceased wife. She didn't mind.
It wasn't about making love. Love had nothing to do with them. Love had nothing on them. Love between them was impossible and ridiculous.
She didn't care that he wore his wedding ring. It didn't brand her and it certainly didn't burn her when she felt the cold metal against her heated skin.
They didn't kiss and that was okay with her. For him it was too intimate. For her it wasn't necessary. This was about sex. This was about pleasure and release. This was about him being inside her.
They hadn't gone to her duplex or the apartment he rented. They had chosen a small little hotel not far from work and the bar they had come from. The room was small and tidy. A bed and a bathroom was all they needed anyway.
It hadn't been difficult for them to take the step and end up here, their sweaty bodies rocking together. It was all about a deep look and silent agreement.
He paid for the room and she brought the condoms. She was always prepared. She never knew when she was going to find someone who was willing to offer her release. She wasn't ashamed of herself for having one-night stands once or twice a month. Everyone had needs, including her. She had always been sexually liberated.
He came first. Most men came first. It was a fact that women took more time and patience to reach their peak. She didn't mind. When he collapsed onto her she simply took matters into her own hands, literally. She just reached between their bodies and pleasured herself. It took her a few minutes before she climaxed and it was heaven when it happened. He jerked when he felt her insides clamp down hard on his limp and satiated flesh. When she was done he gently pulled out of her and went into the bathroom to clean himself up.
She wasn't asleep when he came back. She had curled up on her side and had pulled the sheet over her post-orgasmic and damp body. She looked at him with lazy and dilated eyes. She didn't say a word when he joined her. She simply closed her eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
They didn't wake up tangled together. She never tended to snuggle and he didn't know how to sleep with another person anymore. They were both used to stay on their side of the bed.
He was dozing when she woke up, she could tell by his breathing pattern. She took her shower first and put on the clothes from the day before when he took care of his business in the bathroom. It was around 6 in the morning when they left the hotel without eating breakfast. She drove him to the CBI were his car was waiting for him before heading home to change and eat something.
When she came into work around 7.30 he was wearing another suit and drinking a cup of tea on his trusted couch. Warm coffee and a chocolate muffin were waiting for her on her desk. As she came to greet her team she simply smiled her thanks to him. The smile he gave her told her more than his words ever could.
It all started out innocently enough.