Authors note: A cute little one shot so I hope you like it. Just got very board during my break today and I was listening to secret smile. And it inspired me. Hope you like it. Disclaimer: I own nothing. Zip. Nada. Wish I did though.
He saw it. Only he knew about it. She had a secret smile. She only used it on him and him alone. And he loved it. The attention that smile gave him. He saw the way she smiled at the others. At Rigsby and Cho. It didn't have the same connection as his smile from her had. He saw the way she smiled at Bosco and Walter. Fondness, yes. Love, no. It didn't have any spark filling it. It was one of courtesy. No, his smile connected, there were sparks. Sparks of love.
He heard it. The way she laughed. When she laughed at something his heart swelled in pride at her song. Her laughter was hypnosis. And he was well and truly under her spell. The magical power a simple sound could have on him. It beat any of his tricks. He wished he could do that, just to show her what affect her laughter had on him. Just so she could see the power and want he got every time she laughed. Her laughter was music. A romantic waltz.
He smelt it. The unmistakeable smell of vanilla. So spicy but so warm. Just like her. So fierce and determined. But break that and you get the concerned and lovely woman. Vanilla was her sent. The smell followed her everywhere she went. He had to stop the butterflies flying out of his stomach every time she walked by. It was virtually impossible, but somehow he did it. Vanilla was her sent, her essence, the smell suited her and made his self control stand on edge.
He felt it. The way she still shivered under his touch. The smooth skin he always wanted to reach out and touch. And he did. But it still surprised him to this day when she shivered. It reminded him she was under his spell as well. He used to use excuses to touch her skin. Holding her hand to get a better view of the tree tops. Brushing past her when they talked. Holding her face to see how she felt when she smiled. Although the touch was over before it begun he could sense the shiver. Her shiver was the sign she loved him back
He tasted it. He still remembered what she tasted like when they first kissed. How could he forget? The coffee she just drank. And something else. An odd flavour that affected his everyday choices. For year's chocolate had been the best flavour. But now strawberry was better. And the same with milkshake. Chocolate was replaced by strawberry. Everything should taste like strawberries. Strawberry cake, strawberry jelly, strawberry laces. But the best thing that tasted of strawberry, raven haired, green eyed, senior agents tasted best in strawberry. Strawberry was her taste. And he couldn't get enough of it.
All of his senses were captured by her. Sight, sound, smell, touch, taste. She left a memory on all of them. Everything she did. Everything she would do. It takes over his mind. He loved her. And she loved him. Nothing else mattered. They were at each other's mercy. But they worked. They clicked in some unknown way. And he loved it. He loved her. Patrick Jane was well and truly, head over heels in love with Teresa Lisbon. And she loved him back. After all, he left his memory on her senses too.
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