A/N: Thank you to: Frogster, Jisbon4ever, anthropologist, Viktorija and Famous4it for reviewing The Butterfly Effect.
This was written for forthecoast in the fic meme - the prompt was 'surface tension'.
Now to find out what we're actually doing today. I think it's stopped raining...
x tromana
Title: Used To Be
Characters: Jane/Lisbon
Rating: T
Notes: Written for forthecoast in the LiveJournal mentalistprompt fic meme.
Used To Be
She used to be cool, calm, competent.
Used to be.
Back in the day.
Then, she was a force to be reckoned with. Somebody who meant business and everyone around her knew it. Nobody doubted that she deserved her position with the CBI, least of all herself. When she made senior agent, Teresa Lisbon knew that she had finally gotten her life back on track after that horribly chaotic start.
That was before she met Jane.
Before she had her life turned upside down once more. Before he managed to break through her carefully crafted exterior. Before he disturbed the relatively tranquil peace, burst her bubble as it were.
Before.
They've grown a lot between then and now. Then again, she's always been just a little bit stubborn, so it was always going to take just a little bit of time.
There's been a lot of hurdles to jump over.
Trust issues.
Red John.
Control issues.
Red John.
Some of them still exist, naturally, but today of all days, they both deserve a brief reprieve.
It's been a particularly hellish sort of hell and all she wants to do is forget.
Jane pushes her against her front door. Forcefully enough to know he means business, gently enough not to hurt.
She wishes she could be surprised that this is happening, but really she can't.
His breath is warm and his mouth, wet, eager, peppers kisses on the exposed skin of her neck. He's an expert when it comes to body language so naturally, he knows exactly what makes her tick.
Lisbon tries to stop him, albeit rather lamely. Instead, she allows herself to melt into his kiss. She's already falling into oblivion, there's little she can do to stop it now.
His hands run down her sides. She shudders in response. Her fingers claw at the waistband of his pants. Stupid, stubborn material.
There's no going back now, she realizes. She's an active participant. It's not just happening, she wants it to happen.
She wonders where it all went wrong.