Teresa Lisbon tore off the wrapper of a chocolate bar. Dark sweet chocolate flavored with habanero chile. She broke it carefully into little squares and ate each one slowly. She loved the intense burn as the mild chocolate melted on her tongue.
She always ate sushi with lots of wasabi. She piled the pale green stuff on the subtle fish until her eyes watered and her nose ran.
She liked her art challenging. Not pretty or decorative but strong and disturbing. You'd never see her matching a painting to a sofa.
She liked atonal music and avant-garde jazz.
Nothing nice and easy.
So Patrick Jane was irresistible to her. That sinfully sweet outside with the molten bitter filling.
When he'd rage against Red John or crumble under the weight of his demons, she found him unbearably sexy.
A decade spent in painful longing only made it sweeter when she finally got him.
She was turned on by just the thought of beautiful, dark, suffering Patrick. He could have lain there and done nothing and she still would have had the best sex of her life.
Then, he started to change. He became happy and playful. Romantic and thoughtful. Instead of angst, she saw tranquility in his blue-green eyes.
She'd been there before. A blond, handsome, intelligent, loving guy. Greg. Yawn.
She watched Patrick asleep with his hair mussed and a peaceful smile on his face.
Earlier, she had handcuffed him to the bed. He reacted like it was a delightful game. She felt encouraged. As he climaxed, she bit him hard on his shoulder and his ear. She saw a twinge of fear and puzzlement in his eyes. She uncuffed him. As he nuzzled her breasts, she hit him across the back with a leather strap. He winced and pulled away.
She'd laughed it off and kissed him wherever it hurt. He'd relaxed and nodded off.
She took out the afghan she'd been working on and crocheted another square. She looked over at him. She lifted the covers and inventoried his beautiful back and shoulders and pert behind.
She supposed if he didn't like the cuffs or the whip, the dildo was out of the question.