A/N: Shorter than the last chapter, but I like this one

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mentalist or Jane's heart, unfortunately.


Hearing

You know you're one of the few people on earth who have acknowledged the beauty of recognising the significance and power of sound. You cherish this fact with slight guilt as you know its focus is misplaced.

But then you question yourself, is focusing that power and beauty on the woman you love wrong? Surely it can't, you reason. Surely.

So you continue to notice little things about her. And by little you mean things as huge as the world to you but you know she doesn't even notice about herself. This is a novelty to you, as you can't begin to imagine how she cannot distinguish her own magnificence.

You've picked out your favourite sounds she makes, like the gentle sigh she lets out while sleeping next to you, her laughter and her laboured breathing when you're proving to her that she's a goddess to you. You've remembered the tell tale signs that she's happy and the signs that indicate her anger, particularly when she's angry at you, misdirected or not.

You've stored the sound of her padding barefoot through her own home in your growing bank of memories relating to her and the way she calls you from another room with growing expectance and excitement.

The most enjoyable sound you have ever heard is the sound of her whispering your name against your lips and the erratic breathing that comes with it by nature now.


Next one will be will be up shortly :)