A/N: Much love to sleeplessinatlanta, who has agreed to let me borrow her awesome idea for this story. Basically, readers can send me a word, and I'll write one-shots using them as a theme. To watch a real surgeon in action, go check out her stuff in Bones. It's hot stuff.
In the meantime, this first word is brought to you by Sesamina. Sesamina, when only the coolest chick in Germany will do.
I give them love, but alas, it's unrequited. I don't own the Mentalist.
Lush
He was a biter.
Or so he had discovered.
He was already an orally-fixated man. He needed something between his teeth almost all the time. Pizza. Pen caps. Toothpicks. Lollipops. Didn't matter really. He'd mindlessly pop it in and work it between his molars, extracting flavor from food and occupation from anything else.
It helped him think.
Pen caps were one thing. People were another freakin' kettle of fish.
Before Grace? He'd never bitten a woman in his life. He'd never looked at a woman's naked form and felt his mouth literally water at the sight. He'd never licked his lips. Never felt his stomach clench.
He'd never reacted like he was starving to death.
Never thought that the woman could sustain him better than food ever could.
And this woman did. She was more than food, she was the most lush fruit he'd ever tasted. Forbidden fruit.
The kind of fruit that just explodes in your mouth. So juicy. So ripe.
Peaches that drip. Grapes that burst. Their skins break, their contents blow up in an orgy of flavor.
Grace was no different.
Delicious flesh and soft skin. Lickable. Edible. Lush.