A/N: Okay, another one shot.

I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist, I wish I did. But sadly I don't.

The sun was beaming through the drapes, casting a dim glow through-out the room. It was early on a Sunday morning, very early for anybody to be awake. But one Patrick Jane was already awake, with a special someone wrapped in his arms, on Teresa Lisbon.

They'd decided to go back to Lisbon's house after a small dinner in a not to over the top diner, it had been great no small talk, no talking about work. Just those two. Alone. In their own little world.

It felt so right, he'd never thought he would ever start to date again, let alone love someone as much as Lisbon. It scared him a little that he was not loving his wife as much, but to be true he loved her to the grave but he had to move on. Lisbon is amazing, she's just... amazing. Was all he could think of.

He inhaled, it smelt so wonderful, his nose was just touching Lisbon's hair. She was pressed up his chest against her back, his hands on her stomach and hers over his. The slow rise of her shoulder as she she breathed.

He felt her breathing change and knew she was awake. He started to make random patterns with his thumb on the bare skin of her stomach.

"I could get used to this you know," his voice come out rough as his throat as dry. Morning voice he called it.

She turned to face him, huge smile plastered on her face. Stretching when she had finally faced him Teresa put her hand on his cheek, "Get used to what?"

"This," He moved his lips to hers gently pressing them to hers and drew her closer pushing on her back. Her arms where immediately around his neck, one hand running through his short blonde curls on the side of his head

"Well, it's Sunday..." her hand coming up to the other side of his chest. "So I guess nothing,"

"Nothing, seriously?" That could get boring, he thought.

"Or, we could stay here?"

Now that could be interesting, he thought. "Here?" he asked intrigued.

"Yes," Lisbon moved her head up and captured his lips, as she pulled away she bit his bottom lip "right here," a huge smile plastered on her face.

A few hours later... "Teresa.. Teresa," what does she sleep deaf? Jane thought. She was layed with most of her body on him, like half n half

"Teresa" Patrick said a little louder and nudge her.

"What?" said a very sleepy and very annoyed Teresa Lisbon, she wasn't the type to be woken and be happy about it.

"I uhh, need the bathroom, you're going to have to get off of me dear," Patrick tried not to annoy her any more.

"Fine," she sighed out and rolled off him and on to her actual side of the bed.

"Thank-you dear, love you always," He said sweetly and gave her the quickest kiss on her cheek. It seemed right saying that, he thought she might get a little freaked out if she'd hadn't been sleepy.

"Yeah, whatever. You're lucky I don't have my gun near me," Lisbon mumbled into the pillow. She heard him chuckle as he entered the en-suite bathroom, and smiled to herself.

She could get used to this as well.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it :), review please? let me know what you think. Thankyou for reading! :)