A/N: So, I begin to have the feeling that I'm writing this for myself. I seriously ask you, if you like this story, REVIEW, or add it to your favorites/alerts. I very much appreciate that :D.

Again, this chapter is M, but not utterly M :D. Just to warn you :D. I kept it proper and decent though, if I might say so :D.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist.

Jane opened the door for Lisbon, and she entered.

He closed the door behind him, and noticed his hands were shaking. Why was he nervous? He knew how to do this, had done this many times before, with his wife.

But that was it. The problem. It had been years ago since he last had had a woman's touch, had done this. And he was afraid it would be all one big mistake. That Lisbon would leave him in the morning, but now for good.

He looked at Lisbon. He approached her, and saw she was nervous as well.

Eight years of perfect friendship, thrown away because of a stupid mistake. But maybe it wasn't. Only time would learn.

He gently took her hands in his.

"Are you certain? I mean, this can be a little soon for both of us, and I wouldn't want to hurt you after all that you've been through."

Lisbon smiled faintly at his concern.

"I'm certain. I want this, I want to forget. I want you," she replied, quietly, almost that low that Jane couldn't hear her.

But even if he couldn't hear what she was saying, he was still an excellent lip reader.

He slowly approached her more, their faces almost touching, bowed down and kissed her.

She immediately deepened the kiss, opening her mouth for him. He began to play a game with her tongue, while their hands were everywhere.

On one moment, Lisbon felt Jane's hands go under her shirt, stroking the sensitive skin on her abdomen. She groaned in his mouth, and she pulled on his curls, tugging them in a cute but painful way. He smiled against her lips.

"What?" she asked. He shook his head.

"Nothing, my love," he replied, and claimed her lips again.

He then gently pulled her shirt over her head, and because of the shirt between them, they needed to part.
Jane took the opportunity to look at her breasts, this time without feeling guilty because he wasn't supposed to look at them.

She watched his reaction, as he took in her new bra.

It was a pink one, with little butterflies and flowers on it. She didn't know why she'd bought it, but since no one needed to see it, she thought, there was no use in wearing fancy bras. She regretted that now.

A small, teasing smile appeared on his face.

"I didn't think you were the girly type, Lisbon. But, after the incident I found that you used to be girly. Where did that little girl go?" he teased. She hit his arm, but Jane grabbed the hand she'd slapped him with, and placed kisses on it, slowly moving upwards to the crook of her neck. He nibbled at her ear, before slowly pushing her down on the couch.

His mouth made way to the place she really wanted him, and he really wanted to be.

He pulled down her pants and panties in one fluent movement.

Lisbon shuddered at the sudden cold touching her intimate down parts.

Jane placed a small kiss there, triggering a gasp from her. He put his arms under her armpits, pulling her up into a kiss again. He fumbled with her bra on her back, but finally heard a Snap, and tossed the thing away.

Before Jane could stroke her now naked breasts, she stopped the kiss, pulling away.

It was not until he looked at where she was looking that he realized that he was still fully clothed. He smiled.

"Mind if I do a little striptease?" he asked, and she chuckled. He wanted to make her laugh, the sound so utterly cute and perfect he could never get enough of that.

He took her chuckle as a 'no', and stood up. His legs felt wobbly, but he didn't fall down.

He slowly – too slow for Lisbon's liking – unbuttoned his vest and his shirt, and saw that Lisbon liked what he hid under his usual three-piece-suit.

He didn't use to sport a lot, if laying on a couch all day is called a sport, but he occasionally worked out. It were moments like these that he loved himself for that.

He took less time of his pants and underwear, and noticed he'd already lost his shoes.

As soon as all the clothes were off, he almost dove on Lisbon, kissing her passionately. He lifted her up, just to place her on the armrest moments later. As she laid down, she pulled him with her, and it took all his willpower and biofeedback skills not to come there and then.

He looked her in the eyes again. He didn't know why, but he really wanted to know that she knew for sure. He didn't want to hurt her, so he took it slow and gentle.

"Still certain?" he asked. She nodded.

"A hundred percent."

"Will you tell me if I hurt you?" he asked, on which Lisbon changed the angle of her hips, his erection teasing her entrance.

He then entered her, and she saw stars. Not because it hurt, but because she'd never experienced such a feeling like this in her life.

Sure, she was no virgin anymore, not at all.

But her experiences with men in the last eight years were limited down to one: Walter Mashburn. And that was a big mistake.

But now, it wasn't just about the sex. It was about more. And that seemed to have always been missing in her life: the sparks, the flirting words, the love. She was in love with Patrick Jane, and maybe that was why it felt like she was deflowered all over again.

He started to thrust, slow, gentle ones. Jane bowed down to kiss her.

It didn't take long for them to come, considering it had been ages ago for both of them.

And instead of feeling guilty or sad, Lisbon felt like the happiest woman in the world when Jane lost control inside her, whispered her name, her Christian name.

After Jane came, he almost collapsed on her, feeling tired to the bones. When he moved out of her, they both made sounds of reluctance.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and smiled, still panting.

"What would the team think of this?" he suddenly asked, his question seeming serious, the tone in which he asked this was teasing.

She shrugged.
"I don't know. And frankly, I don't care what they think. Besides, they already knew we were going to do this long before we did," she said. He looked at her, and suddenly began laughing.

Though she didn't know why he laughed, she still joined him, laughing and brushing a hand through his beautiful golden curls.

He then sat up straight, pulling her with him, and lifted her up bride-like, like he'd done a lot of times these days.

He walked to his bedroom, and wanted to sit her down on the bed, but as usual, she didn't let him go, so he just carefully leant on his arms, laying her down on her back on the bed, and he on top of her.

She then suddenly grabbed his upper-arms – not bad, she had to admit – and with one fluent, for as much half tackling someone could be called fluent, movement, he was laying on his back, Lisbon's hips strangling his.

She leaned in for a kiss, her hair falling like a protective waterfall around their heads, shielding them both from the outside world.

"I love you, Jane, I love you so much," Lisbon whispered. Jane cupped her face, and kissed her shortly before replying with: "I know, Teresa, and I love you too. I always had and I always will."

A big, happy grin spread on her face, and she laid down next to him, placing her head on his chest.

And before they knew it, before they could protest it, they were both asleep, lost in beautiful dreams which, surprisingly, contained the other.

A/N: So! That was this chapter! If I can stick a bit to my plan, this will be the only M rated chapter, maybe a few scenes that you can call M rated in further chapters, but not really much :D.

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