A slight warning: the story might seem sweet and fluffy on first sight- the Maldives, a very intent Lisbon and Jane in swimwear…but it's not all happy and nice. Jane is a little bit traumatized and draws all the wrong conclusions when it comes to Lisbon…that will create some painful friction, I'm afraid. So: prepare for some angsty elements along the way.

Thanks for your reviews and alerts- I'm very glad you approve of my work! I promise- I'll write more (Hey, it's much too much fun to stop!).

Seducing Patrick Jane

Chapter 2

Patrick Jane looked out of the window into the fluffy white clouds beneath him. The plane was humming softly. He was tired. And he felt raw.

He'd said a hasty goodbye to his fellow colleagues the evening before. He couldn't even really look at Lisbon now, the sense of shame numbed him. She was so pure, so beautiful. He was so unworthy. There'd been a time when he'd hoped killing Red John would change everything. But it hadn't. It was good that the monster was dead now. But he was still the same damaged Patrick Jane.

Two rows in front of him two over-enthusiastic honeymooners were kissing passionately. Blond, cute little girl. Dark-haired hunk. Radiating happiness like a contagious disease. He groaned. And thought of Lisbon some more. The way she had smiled at him before…The way her deep, sexy voice got even deeper when she comforted someone. He closed his eyes. Hell, he missed her already. Even if she hated him, and he could just watch her from afar. It was far better than not seeing her at all.

He lowered the backrest of his chair a tiny little bit and snuggled into the seat. He would try to sleep and just accept the dreams that would come his way. Even if he knew already what he would dream about.

He hoped three weeks on the beautiful Maldives would help him to relax. But in fact: he already knew it wouldn't.

It would make the longing for her worse.

xxMentalistxx

Teresa Lisbon was excited. Very much. She felt tipsy without a tiny drop of alcohol in her blood.

Holidays. The Maldives. Sunshine, sand, the ocean. And her fair haired consultant, who'd just turned her prey. She smiled. Her suitcase was crammed with sexy clothes, she was ready to go for the jugular- he couldn't resist this. She hoped.

Deep inside her she sensed that he reciprocated her feelings. She just hoped it wasn't only wishful thinking.

One row in front of her two overjoyed honeymooners were kissing like crazy. Petite, red haired woman. Brunette, bespectacled geek. Glee seeping out of every pore. She sighed. And thought of Patrick Jane. His sexy, elegant hands. Sliding over her back while he kissed her senseless. She shuddered.

She lowered the backrest of her chair a fraction and yawned. She would try to sleep and was sure her dreams would elaborate on the kissing-thing.

She hoped three weeks on the beautiful Maldives would make him hers. But in fact: she already knew it would.

She longed for him. So much.

xxMentalistxx

The hotel was a gem. Lisbon had never resided in one such as beautiful as this. It consisted of several separate huts next to each other, every one of them with a patio directly above the turquoise sea. The luxury restaurant was located at the beach. Everything radiated a sense of privacy and freedom.

Needless to say, she felt splendid when she went off to discover the island.

It was breathtaking. White sand, glittering ocean. Gently lapping waves. There were countless of secluded beaches where not a soul was, and it got lonelier and lonelier the more distance she put between her and the hotel. Absolutely unique. Every whiff of tension fell away. Work, traffic, family matters- gone. Left back in another life. It had been an eternity since she'd felt so good.

When she came back to the illuminated row of beach villas it was slowly getting dark.

Which one of those huts was Jane's? Well, she would find out.

Since she didn't assume that he locked himself inside his bedroom on his holidays, there was only one place where a single, slightly depressed man without company would hang out at this time of the day: the bar.

So this was where she went.

She saw him immediately. He sat at a table close to the ocean, an empty cocktail glass in front of him. He looked like always. Light blue shirt, sleeves rolled up, dark grey three-piece-suit minus the jacket. He stared ahead, sadness and this odd kind of confusion on his face he'd worn since the day he'd been released from prison.

Her heart slammed against her ribcage, her whole skin tingled with anticipation. The hot longing for him pulled at her heart- her steps accelerated.

xxMentalistxx

He was blind to all the beauty around him.

It had been a dire mistake to come here. He already felt bored- he didn't belong on this island, he wasn't into this whole holiday-thing any longer. He'd rather be home, reading. Maybe there no indecent dreams would disturb his sleep. Maybe there he could be Lisbon's friend. Maybe there he could stop to nurture stupid fantasies of becoming more. Of becoming her lover. The man who was allowed to touch her. To kiss her. To pleasure her. He closed his eyes in sheer exhaustion. He would go mad here. That was all that would happen in this godforsaken place.

Maybe he could get drunk. Preferably half comatose. How about every single night.

His glass was empty. How dare it? He sighed and turned around to signal for the waiter to bring a new one. And that was when he saw her.

She was like an apparition, and the shock jolted through his limbs like pure electricity. Petite, unbelievably slender body. Dark brown hair loose on her slim shoulders. Emerald green eyes shining in the soft glow of the flickering torches. She wore a white bikini so tiny it just had to be illegal. And he got hard. In seconds.

His eyes flickered shut. This had to be a nightmare. But it wasn't- when he opened his eyes again, she was still there. And she spoke to him.

"Patrick Jane!", she exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing here? Uhm, sorry, it's kind of obvious, so, stupid question. Well- what a coincidence, hmmm?"

Coincidence? Was destiny hating him this much?

But she didn't seem to be angry. Or hateful. She was just- Lisbon. It was mean to wish her away just because he had fucked up their friendship big time.

"Agent Lisbon!", he cried out, trying to sound cheerful, "you look…well…stunning, to say the least."

She blushed slightly, which made her all the sexier. Damn, she looked like an image slipped from his fantasies. She wriggled her delectable little bottom, and the bikini thong slid a little higher. Jane swallowed his groan just a fraction before it escaped his lips. His erection was almost ripping through his pants now.

He ordered her a Pina Colada, perfect gentleman that he was. And he engaged in some small talk with her, though most of the time he didn't have the slightest idea what she was talking about- he just had a hard time listening. She was so sweet, so happy, and he sat there like a primitive beast with a raging hard-on, thinking about hot, sweaty sex with her, watching her breasts out of the corner of his eye. He was awful, and he was ashamed. He had shattered her fragile trust in him, ripped her heart right out of her chest, and now she was treating him like a friend again, and he had thoughts that made him flush all over. He was a miserable excuse for a man.

She drank from her glass- with a straw. Fishing for it with her tiny, pink tongue. Sucking it between her luscious, cherry red lips, licking it dry when she stopped drinking. Hot sweat formed on his back. He watched her mouth, mesmerized by the glistening moisture on her sexy, sweet, desirable…he looked up when he noticed that she had stopped talking and stared at him expectantly. Had she just asked him a question?

"Uhm…I'm sorry", he stammered, "what did you just say?"

She smiled. So beautiful.

"I just asked you", she said, "if you want to go to the beach with me tomorrow ? I found a nice little spot, pretty remote. We could take a swim, do some skin-diving, whatever. I could do with some company. What about you?"

No. Absolutely not.

"Of course, my dear", he beamed. Where the hell had that come from?, "sounds like a lovely idea!"

It wasn't a "lovely idea". It was an invitation for disaster.

Her smile brightened.

"Fine", she said," then we'll meet tomorrow, okay? Ten o'clock? I'm looking forward to it."

She got up, but his hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist. He didn't know what the hell he was doing here. When he spoke, it felt like his guts were being ripped out.

But he was still a con-man. He knew how to deceive. So he forced his megawatt smile onto his features and lifted his face up to hers.

"Hey", he said brightly ," we still friends?"

Friends? You wait, I'll peel off your three-piece-suit and…she shook her head to chase away the thoughts.

"Sure we are!", she purred.

He released her.

"Then I see you tomorrow, agent Lisbon."

She nodded and walked away.

When she was well out of sight, Jane groaned and signaled for the waiter. He needed something much, much stronger now than a cocktail.

How should an honest man stay a gentleman with Teresa Lisbon in a white bikini at his side?

I'm a little bit sorry for those two myself…but, see, children: that happens if adults don't TALK!

Okay *big sigh*- let's see how we get them out of this mess…

This is the most difficult story I wrote so far- because the balance between her seduction and his tortured mind is so hard to write. Both are a little bit delusional here, both don't have a clue about what's happening beneath the obvious. Which is OOC for Jane as he is portrayed in the canon, but let me try how far I can push him here. My husband said: he's just human after all. So I dared to take the control of the situation away from him this time.

Please, review! It's not that smutty yet, isn't it?