Disclaimer: I do an awesome job of NOT owning the Mentalist. Why ruin it? No infringement intended.

A/N: I'm going to start a new Mentalist story soon. I hope all of you will read it. It's basically going to be about what if Lisbon and Jane had a friends with benefits relationship since the first episode and when it escalates to more. I've got the chapters all planned out. Now back to this story. Yes obviously it's very Jane/Lisbon centric...seeing as how I tend to only write them, I'm just obsessed. :)

Grammar mistakes are my own. (Feel free to point them out kindly and I'll fix them.)

Jane opened his eyes and blinked several times to adjust to the light coming through the crack in the curtain. A warm weight on his chest brought back the events of last night -- rather this morning he supposed -- as he looked down to see one Teresa Lisbon curled into his side. Her eyes were closed and her breathing deep and even, letting him know she was still sleeping. He'd never been one to sleep for more than a few hours at a time and then it was always with the help of drugs. He could honestly say that this morning he hadn't needed the sleeping pills and judging by the clock he had managed to sleep about six hours. It wasn't that big of a surprise after the tiring activities they had participated in, not just the sex. Although that was probably his favorite part. Just thinking about it was making him long for a repeat performance. Too bad his partner wasn't awake.

He couldn't bring himself to wake her up, the cast peeking out from under the covers kept reminding him how much pain she had been in and how exhausted she was. Yet that didn't lessen his need for her one bit. If anything it only made it worse. Brushing the hair back away from her face he let his fingers run through it lazily. He knew it was after noon, but he had no plans of moving today. Neither did Lisbon if he had any say so in it. He couldn't believe they had finally taken that step to become more than just friends. To be honest he'd been thinking about it for a long time but something always got in the way and now he was glad they hadn't rushed it. Just remembering the events from this morning managed to turn him on. The way she felt in arms, tasted on his tongue, and moved in rhythm with his body. Everything about her was intoxicatingly sweet.

When she took in a deep breath and buried her face further into his chest, he knew she was waking up. The low grumble she let out was the next big sign.

"Good Morning Beautiful." Another groan fell from her lips and he had to hold his breath when he felt her mouth pucker against his neck. "I've always been fond of that song."

"It's too early Jane." Carefully rolling her onto her back, he smiled down at the shocked look on her beautiful face. Those eyes staring up at him, making him feel lost in a sea of green emotions.

"It's afternoon my dear."

"Shut up." He didn't have a chance to say anything else for her lips stopped all coherent thought and speaking abilities. The way she pulled at his shoulders bringing him closer only made him deepen their kiss. Parting her lips with his tongue he let his hands travel over her bare skin extracting a moan from the lovely woman. The emotions she brought out in him were ones he hadn't felt or allowed himself to feel since his family was murdered. Yet this small guarded woman broke past every wall he had built, and he had done the same to her.

"Stop thinking Lisbon." It was a whispered command against the softness of her mouth, but he knew she heard him loud and clear.

"Who said I was thinking?" Pulling away only far enough to see her eyes he flashed her a smile and lightly tickled her side with his hand. She squirmed against him revealing something he had suspected from the moment he met her. Teresa Lisbon was ticklish.

"I can hear the wheels turning. Don't worry so much about me." He could tell just by the hesitance in her kiss, that she was starting to think about his past. This wasn't something he wanted her to be contemplating.

"I just..I would understand if this wasn't okay. I know you still love..."

"My family would want me to find happiness instead of being so angry. I'm still angry, but you make it better." The light flush in her cheeks grew darker as he leaned back in for another kiss. This one short and sweet promising more to come.

"Patrick..."

"I think that's enough serious talk. How about another round of I spy?" Rolling to the side he pulled her against his chest loving the way she curled into him immediately.

"Okay but I start. I spy something blue."

"My eyes." It still amazed him that she was always so predictable. Honestly it was just like her to pick something so unoriginal and obvious.

"Nope. I'm not even looking at your face." Technically true, she was staring at the expanse of his chest but that didn't mean she wasn't talking about his eyes.

"Really?"

"Really." Looking down at her in disbelief he caught the way she could barely hold back a smile, and the sparkle in her eyes. How she managed to fool suspects was beyond him. The woman was so easy to read. It was obvious when she wasn't telling the truth.

"Yes it is. You're lying."

"I am not. You can't see your eyes so why would I pick them?" Jane almost lost all train of thought when her hands slipped down his stomach. She was trying to distract him, and it was working. Damn his own body for responding to her gentle wandering fingers.

"Because I did that to you in the car. Don't try to distract me."

"Is it working?" He let out a sigh when her hand finally connected with a very sensitive part of his anatomy. A part that was responding more and more to her touch. "I'd say so." The little minx knew damn well it was working by the soft moan that escaped his mouth and continued softly caressing his now very prominent erection. It didn't help that he'd been wanting a repeat of this morning since he had woke up next to her.

"I'm right aren't I?" Grabbing her hands he rolled her and pinned them above her head before leaning down to place soft kisses against her neck. He smiled against the tender flesh as she struggled to free her arms.

"What's the point in us playing if you always get it right the first time?" The frustration in her voice did nothing to calm his need. If anything it only made it worse. She really shouldn't be allowed to sound so out of breath unless she just wanted him to jump her any time that sound came out of her mouth.

"I'm right."

"Shut up. Why are we even playing a game when we're in a nice comfortable bed, mid afternoon with no where to be, and naked?" She slowly slid her thigh along his and 'accidentally' brushed against the hard firmness of his arousal. He hissed at the contact but smiled down at her despite the uncomfortable ache building in his loins.

"I do believe you're hinting at something Teresa." Letting go of her hands he let his own find the her hip and the inside of her thigh. The soft warm skin felt like velvet under his fingertips, ever so slowly he let them travel closer and closer to the one place she wanted him the most.

"I do believe you're right. You gonna do something about it?" His lips made their way down to her breasts, teasingly sucking one nipple between his teeth. She moaned beneath him, and fisted her hands in his curls silently begging him not to stop.

"Absolutely."

a/n: Just some fluff. It's a short filler chapter so I figured I could at least fill it with fluff. Hope you enjoyed it. I promise we will find out who ran them off the road and why. ~ Rina.