A/N: A shout out to tafkap for the title of this one! Thank you sooo much! And a hug to all of you reviewers out there. :D WARNING: This one's a lot more…ahem, T orientated. I wouldn't go as far as to make it an M; it's just a bit more 'descriptive' than past chapters. Don't say I didn't warn you! Also VERY OOC!

Disclaimer: *Sigh* If I owned The Mentalist, what would be the point in putting a disclaimer? If I owned it, I wouldn't have written anything at all. Oh, the pain! *sobs*

L is for Lipstick

With fluid movements, she put on a slick layer of lipstick and adjusted her flimsy dress.

With one final brush of her dark brown hair, she left the bathroom and was met by a pair of strong arms. She squealed happily as he picked her up and whisked her over to the bed.

She laid back and he hovered over her, letting his sweet breath fan over her face. She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes as he ran a hand along her hip and left a trail of soft kisses down her neck and along her exposed collar bone.

She unconsciously let her hands wander to his curly blonde hair and she tugged on it lightly, getting a soft moan out of him subsequently. He continued to ravish her with gentle kisses and lingering touches in places that had, up to now, been out of bounds; he traced the subtle curves of her waist with gentle fingers, kissed every inch of her angelic face, committing it to memory.

All the while, she reciprocated with equal verve and moans and sighs that she couldn't hold back. It was as if the whole world had disappeared. It was just two of them, lost in the moment and finally, finally achieving the one thing that both had wanted so much for so long.

Jane wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a sitting position. She brought herself up onto her knees and snaked her arms around his neck, suddenly looking down at him through her thick lashes. Her pupils dilated rapidly when they made eye contact. She kissed the corner of his mouth, slowly and seductively, earning herself the pleasure of feeling him lose control beneath her.

He turned his head and crushed his lips to hers, closing his eyes and letting himself truly lose himself in all things Lisbon. She did likewise and soon, she felt his hands searching. Roaming down her body, brushing her delicate hip bones, further and further down…

The door smashed open and a tall, burly man cast a shadow across the room. Jane and Lisbon disentangled themselves and a staring match ensued. A gun pointed towards them made Jane instinctively pull her closer to his body. Their heartbeats matched in rhythm as he walked into the room. Closer and closer he came, the barrel still aimed menacingly ahead.

"CHO! NOW!" she hollered. The door across the hallway flew open and the dark haired agent stormed out with his own gun drawn, instantly pointing it at the assailants head.

"Drop the gun! Now!" he shouted to the man. With a look of vanquish, he placed the cold, metal object on the floor. With the swiftness of the professional he was, Cho pulled out his cuffs and clicked them around the man's wrists. With a nod and an inconspicuous smirk in their direction, he pulled him away and vanished down the hallway.

Jane and Lisbon were left to sit back and sigh in comfortable companionship.

"Well." He said.

"Well." She copied, laughing lightly.

"Awkward much?" he said, smiling. She shrugged.

"Meh, that's often the price you pay for co-operating in an undercover mission."

He nodded in mutual agreement.

Under different circumstances, Lisbon would've been in a bad mood. She hated undercover missions. Why they couldn't just go about an investigation the traditional way, she didn't know.

But this time was dissimilar to past missions; for one thing, she was asked to pose as an eccentric hooker, rather than the predictable new neighbour on the street. Another diverse aspect was that she was part of a duo. Jane had to tag along.

Initially, her first reaction had been a resounding 'no'. But as time went on, the idea grew on her. It stands to reason that she was nervous about getting 'intimate' with him, but that was part of the package she got when given the task of undertaking the operation.

Well, she said that her superiors had made it a mandatory mission for her, but she had in fact accepted it voluntarily. But that was a fact that she had no intention of sharing any time soon.

It meant dressing up. And that was a treat that she seldom indulged in. It also meant that she'd get to be with Jane. Now that was an opportunity that only a fool would decline. Of course, the phrase 'be with Jane' entailed something on a different scale entirely when you considered the role she'd be playing. On the outside, she had dealt with it in a professional manner and not dwelled on it out loud too frequently.

But inside, her stomach had been doing somersaults the whole time. Her imagination and fleeting fantasies had run riot in the build-up and they had finally been unleashed. At the end of the day, it was the best of both worlds. She got to engage in the one thing she most wanted to do, (not that she'd admit it, obviously!) and they caught a murderer in the process.

A serial killer that targeted specific hookers and, if necessary, their prospective 'partners' had been brought to justice.

The motel room was bugged, as far as they were concerned. So everything they said or did had to have been relevant to the case in question. Otherwise their cover would have been blown and it would all have been for nothing.

Or not. Depended on how you looked at it.

"Hey, you have lipstick on your face." She laughed tactfully.

"I wonder why that is?" he smiled perceptively.

They lapsed into comfortable silence again, both reliving that night's experience in their minds.

"This was different." She commented, echoing his thoughts.

"You can say that again!"

"This was different!" They broke into giggles and stood up.

He held out his hand. She took it and was pulled into a hug which she returned. "No awkward feelings, right?" he said into her hair.

"Course not." She replied. "But go wash that lipstick off, otherwise things will get awkward!"

A/N: Eesh, please feel free to criticise me on that one. As you can probably tell, writing more intimate scenes REALLY isn't my strong point. -_- Cut me some slack though, I'm only 13! It's not really my thing either. But I wanted to try something a little different. I think it was a bad mistake, but nevertheless, there you have it. :)