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[San Valentino challenge 2010, fan fiction] The Mentalist - Jane / Lisbon

♥ Here's my first birth for the multiplication table to seven notes.
It 's the first time I write about The Mentalist, and since they are (indeed we are, w / frencina ) shipper couples impossible, you want to write Rigsby & Van Pelt? Of course not. Jane / Lisbon FTW!
XD ok, after this introduction idiot, I leave to my story.


Title: An Endless Story
Author: faithina
Rating: G
Genre: Introspective ,
Romance Warnings: Flash! Fic
Word Count: 402
Summary: With Patrick in her life, Teresa had forgotten many things.
Table: Tabellini Adored
Prompt: 3. Underneath Your Clothes - Shakira


The observed sleeping in the shadows of the room, his breathing slow and measured regularly. Listened to his beats and stroked his back gently. All his thoughts were now directed to the man who lay in his bed.
With Patrick in her life, Teresa had forgotten many things. He had forgotten what it meant lying, because he would soon discover, was only a small ripple in its well-drawn lips. He had forgotten what it meant to cry, because he made her laugh. He had forgotten what it was like to be alone, because it now belonged to him, Patrick. He belonged to her.
was strange, very strange. Why Lisbon was an independent woman, stubborn and sometimes introverted. Jane on the other hand, had every reason to fall in love again, to reject any feeling compromising.
He touched his back again, she enjoyed the contact with her skin so clear and soft. Then he concentrated on the soft blond curls falling on the pillow, leaving the wake of its unmistakable fragrance. I love watching
sleep, because it was stretching the nerves. In reality adored every single thing with him. He loved his way of speaking, words and gestures measured to hide his intimacy, he loved to see him walking with his hands clasped behind his back and then ... then he loved his smile. That irresistible grin and unlined as it was an invincible weapon. The same smile that too often turned to other women who were not her. That hurt, too. And it was so Teresa had understood to be deeply in love with Patrick, when he saw smile to another.
But now, as she watched him sleep in his bed, he realized something crucial.
He understood that under those clothes piled at the foot of the bed was the man he had chosen, there was a world, there was the other half of the apple, was his territory.
"Lisbon you can feel comfortable." Muttered Patrick, just opening his eyes.
She gave him a quizzical look, then he turned in his direction, leaning his elbow on the pillow, and began to play with her hair blacks.
"My smiles from now on will all be for you." Pursed his lips in an expression of amusement, without stopping to cuddle.
"You're an idiot Jane." She said, throwing a pretend punch with malice on her bare shoulder.
Yes, under those clothes was definitely the man who had chosen, and to be honest, he deserved it.