MOTION
/ˈmō-shən/ noun.
An act, process, or instance of changing place
An act or instance of moving the body or its parts
They have worked together on countless cases. They are beginning to know each other's innermost secrets and thoughts. Well, at least Teresa Lisbon is getting better at reading Patrick Jane. She still has a long way to go before she is on equal footing with the man. But their chemistry is undeniable, whether or not the two are willing to admit it. This is why they are where they are now – undercover, masquerading as a young couple in love at a seedy dive bar, trying to draw out a serial killer.
At first, they are nervous and tentative with each other. Not quite as awkward as Grace Van Pelt and Wayne Rigsby would have been, though the couple would have also made perfect sense if only Virgil Minelli thought that Grace had enough field experience. So Patrick and Teresa stand at the bar, downing a few shots of tequila to calm their nerves.
After they have had enough liquor to subdue their senses, she smiles shyly at him and asks if he wants to dance. He is mesmerized by her beauty, the way her raven locks fall in front of her face, by her sudden vulnerability. He wants to, but he has not danced with another woman since his wife died. So he shakes his head. Not yet, maybe later, he promises. She shrugs as she finishes her beer before making her way to the tiny crowded dance floor alone.
He smiles at her boldness and is struck by the way her body gyrates to the music. He sucks in his breath as he watches her hips sway seductively in beat to the tune. He has never seen her so uninhibited before. Where did she learn to move like that? It does not take long before men begin to gravitate to her, which Patrick finds that he does not take kindly to.
He cannot deny the jealousy brewing inside him; he doesn't like the strangers preying on her like she is fresh meat. He takes one last swig of his beer and closes their tab. He calmly stalks his way to Teresa, surrounded by three men, each eyeing her with predatory gleams in their eyes. He nudges his way into the circle and takes hold of her waist, drawing her away from the crowd. Amid the squalls of the men, he spins her so she is flush with his body. She looks at him questioningly, curious that he has the same gleam in his eyes as the other men. Her question is answered when he stakes his claim on her by capturing her lips with his.
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A/N - Song Lisbon is dancing to - "Closer" by Ne-Yo; Song inspiring this chapter - "Take Me On The Floor" by The Veronicas
The next prompt is Sarcasm. Oddly enough, I am having some problems getting it started. I don't know if it's because the muse is exhausted from posting two chapters in one day or what, but if anyone has any suggestions, please PM me. Thank you! -k