[ The Mentalist- Fanfiction] vezon's prompt/Red Blood Circulation chapter three

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Title: Red Blood Circulation [because every good menalist fic should have the word red in teh title, let's face it]
Chapter title : Red Rage

 

Being the one who had trapped, arrested and questioned the good Doctor, Lisbon had been up all night long, and fir this reason, she and Jane had received the blessing from Hightower to stay at home the next day (wherever home was for Jane) and catch up on sleep, with the promise to be up and bright in two days time-and, maybe, even a bit early.

And Lisbon had tried, only God knew how much and how hard she had tried, to sleep, to close her eyes and end in Morpheus’ arms, but she hadn’t been able to get more than few naps, and each one of them had been terrible. She had spent the night tossing in her sheets, covered in sweats even if she was wearing only her Lisbon 99 jersey, trapped by the nightmares, like often, even if it had been worse. She often had nightmares, and she often dreamt of Jane, Jane killed by Red John, Jane committing suicide, Jane sentenced to death, Jane sentenced to life…. She usually was able to deal with these nightmares, because she knew of Jane, of his past, his obsession over the murder of the serial killer who had plagued and destroyed his existence. She knew what he had in store for Red John, and, even with her feelings, she had prepared herself for all the possible outcomes. These nightmares were something she was used to, nothing new. She could deal with them.

But dreaming of Patrick having wild sex at the office, on his couch, with Hightower, or of Patrick walking into the sunset with Kristina, miraculously restore to sanity by his love, affection, his efforts, and all thanks to his almighty mentalisitic abilities… no, that, she couldn’t deal with, not after what he had done to her, after how he had touched her. She was well aware that Jane hadn’t touched her intimately, but it had been enough to awake a sensation in her lower abdomen, an ache between her thighs that she had never felt so strong, a heavenly ache she had, lately, reserved only to Jane-related M rated fantasies, those famous fantasies about naked and entangled and sweating bodies, busy with all the possible positions, in all the possible places, were they private or indecent, slow lovemaking or a quick fuck in his car or in a dark alley, without even bothering to get undressed.

Like all those times she was busy thinking about it, and remembering dreams and building fantasies at open eyes, her hands showed their mind of their own, wondering under her red shirt, ready to skim over her wet folds, where there was that heavenly ache, ready to either increase it or alleviate it, with well known thrusts of her own fingers…

But this time it was different. In shock, Lisbon removed reluctantly her own hand from her groin, a bit sorry, but especially mad. It wasn’t because she was a prude that she didn’t want to pleasure herself; it wasn’t something she had never done before. It was something she often did, especially since her lack of real sex, and always thinking about a certain curly blonde haired, blue eyed consultant of 41, imagining what his hands and his mouth could do to her, how her wet core could react to him, if he was as huge as she thought, and… Stop! Stop to associate Jane with sex and pleasure! You can’t want him!

“Lisbon! Open the door! We need to talk!” Lisbon didn’t know what she registered first, if the stone breaking her window, Jane’s drunken voice or the clock in her room, showing the time of 9 pm. I just want to sleep! I just got few small naps in over 50 hours! But she still left her bed, and run to open him the door, if not only to tell him something. If there was a time he deserved a lesson, it was then.

“Jane, you idiot, you broke my window!” she screamed with fury s she opened the front door, only to stop and stare as she released that they weren’t alone, and that, in front of her, there wasn’t only Jane but… his brother in law as well.  It took her less than a second to shout the door in their faces and run back into her room, blushing furiously, changing into something that wasn’t only the 99 jersey and the 99 jersey only. She didn’t care, as much as she was covered; the first thing was going to be fine. I’ve been that mad that I had run to him with only the shirt on!

When she opened again the door, she found Jane with already the fist closed on the door, ready to knock, resting at the same time against the doorframe to not fall and loose his balance and equilibrium, which he lost, once she opened, falling into her embrace.

“Jane…” she hissed at closed teeth, like a viper, while the blonde kept laughing and grinning and was failing at regaining him composure, both physical and mental.

“I was at home, when a bartender called me, telling me my brother-in-law had asked him to call me to collect him since he was wasted. The least I could do was going to take and bring him home, but he asked me to drive him here, instead” Danny tentatively explained, shifting his eyes from Lisbon to Jane and so on “He told me about a fight with his girlfriend, that he had to put things straight… and I know it wasn’t such a good idea, but you know him as well as I do, I can be pretty persuasive… even when drunk.”

“You have a girlfriend…” she asked, in a whisper, hurt and in disbelief. She should have seen that coming. The bastard played me!         

“I was talking about you!” he sing-sang, with puppy dog, drunken eyes, potting at Lisbon.

“Jane, I’m not your girlfriend” she calmly stated, fighting the urge to murder him.

“In fact, Danny boy here is wrong. I told him that you are my ALMOST girlfriend!”

“Jane, I’m not your ALMOST girlfriend!”

“Then, you are my girlfriend!” he happily said, hugging and lifting her in the air with few problems, making her spin.

Good God help me… she sued to think that Jane was the possible pain in the ass, but drunken Jane, as much as he was a happy drunk, was ten times worse… “I’m neither of those, Jane!”

“But we were going at it in your office, Lisbon. Does it mean that you just want an occasional lover? I can handle that, really. Besides, I’ve been told that I’m God’s gift to the women in the bed department, well, chair department in our case. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Since I’m God’s gift to women, you’ll get addicted to me and my gorgeous body, you’ll compare everyone you’ll try to have sex with, with me, and one day you’ll come back to me because you’ll just want the real deal! And we’ll get married and be happy and live happily ever after because we are meant to be together and we are soul-mates! Did I tell you I think we are soul-mates?”

“Jane…” she hissed again.

“It’s true, I’m more than good in bed! Danny and I share a couple of exes since our first days in the carnie, I’m sure they talked about how great I was with him all the time!”

  “Jane, really…” she begged, turning to Danny while pinching the bridge of her nose “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what it got into him lately…”

“You, you got into me lately! And it’s not lately, but from quite a while, a long while, actually!”

“Just, please, I beg you; don’t sign anything because of this…”

“A, I’m not on a case, and B, he’d never do it, not when I put our relationship in jeopardy to save his sorry ass!”

“Well, uh, Patrick’s kind of family, so it’s nothing new here, really, I’m used to it, and, uh, besides, we haven’t spoken in seven years, and it’s nice to be able to… I mean, in two months we turned into a sort of best buddies, so, yeah, well, it’s nothing…”

“I’m pretty sure that no one was going to blame you if you’d abandon him, so, thanks” she said, with exasperation, looking at Jane.

“C’mon Lisbon, I know you want to ask him, let’s ask him! Or maybe you should ask me. I know the question. No, I know the answer to your question. Wait, I know them both!” he was looking in the void, with a contemplative expression, like he was looking for the answer to some great problem, some question like, why do we exist, and not talking nonsense.

“Ok, let’s hear, where did you go and what did you do?” she turned to face him, furious, ready to kick his ass out of her property.

“She cares about me! Do you see, Danny? She cares! She loves me! Isn’t that incredible, that Mother Teresa loves me, of all?” Jane was sing-singing again, laughing, and, as soon as he had opened his mouth, he had collapsed on top of Danny, putting him on the shoulders.

“He told me that he… that he had been to see them, Charlotte and Angela, their graves, I mean.”

“But I swear I wasn’t drunk back then! I got drunk later! It’s just that, well, I talked with Angie, told her it was time to move on, not because guilt is for marks, like our Danny here thinks, it’s just that, you know I’ve been an idiot and a jerk, what kind of question, of course you do. Anyway, I’ve been an idiot and a jerk, I did a mistake and no, and I’m not going to say it twice. But, I didn’t pull the trigger, the dagger, I mean. HE did it. And even if I’ll always feel a little guilty, because survivors always feel guilty, I told Angie I was going to give up on Red John for you, Teresa Lisbon, who is amazing, and whom I’m crazy in love with!”

“YOU ARE WHAT?” she shouted in disbelief. She had never, ever felt that way before, her heart to the ceiling, her feet off the floor, and butterflies in the stomach. She couldn’t believe what Jane had just told her… was he telling the truth? Was he really ready to give up on Red John because of her, because he was in love with her? If it was true… it if was true, all the reasons to hold back no longer existed, and it meant…

“Silly girl, I said I’m in love with you! You know I do! And that I think you are just amazing!”  He screamed, like she was deaf, putting her on the cheeks, like she was a child, with a smile that reached his eyes. For a brief moment, Lisbon didn’t care that he was drunk, and felt like jumping on him there and then, the hell with Danny and the rest…

“I heard that, you idiot! I wasn’t talking about that!” she snapped, almost hitting him. She took a big breath. Even if he is an idiot, you can’t kill him; after all, he solves cases, at least.

“I’m confused, Lisbon, you don’t care of me loving you? But you should be happy, because you love me, and there’s nothing worse than unrequited love, but if I love you, it’s not unrequited love, and we love each other, we are all happy! But, wait… if you don’t care about me loving you, it means I’m losing my touch, because I red you wrong, and if I red you wrong, it means you don’t love me, then we are unhappy…no, I am unhappy! I am unhappy because I red you wrong and now you are rejecting me! Because that’s what you are doing, rejecting me, right?” and here he was again, talking nonsense, with teary eyes… and she couldn’t understand if he was teary because he was drunk or because he felt like a destroyed and broken man who had just lost his only purpose in life.

“Jane, you know, I think we should have this conversation once you’ll be sober again…why don’t you take a nap on my couch?”

“Well, at least he is a happy and sincere drunk. He tells always the truth. And, by the way, he always remembers everything he said and did while gone; don’t ask me how, just, keep it in mind, to maybe use it against him. with him, it can always turn out useful” Danny smiled of a rare smile, as his mind wondered to his teenage years, to that surrogate older brother, the older brother he never had- when younger, he had always looked up to Patrick, because he was the youngest, the only male, and he had been happy when Patrick had “adopted” him, teaching him what he could, experiencing things together.

“Jane, couch.” She ordered, seeing that he was still lost in his thoughts (looking at her) and wasn’t there yet. She was massaging her temples, hoping that the migraine would leave, once Jane was asleep.

“Yes! I love couches! Did you know that, Lisbon? Of course you did! You know everything there is to know about me! Did you know that I’ve never tried your couch? But I’ve tried your bed! Do you remember that time that Carmen tried to frame you? While I was waiting for him upstairs, I went into your bedroom, and I tested your bed, thinking about how I could feel sleeping there at your side, or making sweet love to you… did I ever told you that I want to make love to you, Lisbon? I often dream of that, when I look at you, and I seem lost in my thoughts, it’s because in my mind we are together in that bed, naked, and we are making love!”

“JANE, JUMP ON THAT COUCH AND TAKE A NAP!” She screamed, red with fury, pointing at said piece of furniture, fuming. Jane was quite sure that, had she something heavy at hand, it’d be on his head by now….

“But, Lisbon, I want to hold you first!” he begged like a child.

“JANE!”

“Yes sir, sir. Madam, yes sir, madam. Yes madam, madam. How do you say that, Lisbon? Because I’m not sure I know how to say it…”

“JANE!”

“Ok, ok, bye-bye everyone, I’m going to catch a nap on my new favorite couch, just like our beloved Lisbon here orders! Do you know she likes being in control and order around, Danny? And she has a fantasy about domination… She is the dominatrix, obviously. I think it’s because I never listen to her… and it’s about her, me, handcuffs, a blindfold, and, recently, after a certain case we had worked on, a horse whip. I was the one using it, to make a suspect confess, but I was showing off my abilities right under her nose, right in front of her… It tuned her on in an unbelievable way! Unfortunately, in her fantasy, she is the one using all that marvelous things… I’d not mind using blindfolds on her, or handcuffing her to the bed, completely naked and in my power, finally… I’d not use the whip, though. I could never ruin such a perfect skin.” As she sent him a deadly glare, he stopped to sing-song again, and hands up in the air in fake surrounding, throwing himself on the couch, he gave his back to the ceiling, immediately dazing off.

“Sorry that he disturbed you. And, by the way, nothing of what he said it’s true; he is just a sick bastard who enjoys driving me mad. With all due respect, of course” she paused, clearly exhausted and exasperated “I can’t handle drunken people, never been good at it”

“No, no, really, you don’t need to explain it to me, really. I mean, the idiot and I are kind of related, but you are just the babe who arrested me, and...” he paused, realizing what he had done and said, a bit scared “could you, uh, please avoid telling him I called you babe? I think he would not appreciate it. I really don’t feel like a repeat of his dead mice trick on my whole wardrobe…”

Lisbon laughed, feeling free, the first time in days. So, when he had done it his first day back with the boss’ assistant, the one who kept checking her out and hitting on her, it wasn’t something new.

“I swear that I’ll talk to him and I’ll not avoid the topic any longer, but I want him sober first. I can barely him when he is ok, figures when he is drunk…” yeah, figures when I can stand a happy and sincere drunken Mentalist, who happens to turn into a fetishist… 

“Tell him to not become a strange again” Danny told in his way out, already near his car.

“I will, and thank you for bothering.”

Danny stopped as he heard her voice, turning, smiling charmingly at her, something she was sure he had learned from Jane. “Not a big deal, just a two hour drive with Patrick never stopping saying how great and perfect and beautiful you are, Agent Lisbon.”

He was already in the car, the door closed, when he decided to add a last piece of advice. He lowered the glass, and shouted at her, who was still there, looking at him leaving. “Miss Lisbon, you take care, of yourself, of him… and tell Patrick that if he’ll not take good care of you, I’ll come here to kick his ass, and there will be no kind of hypnosis that will stop me!”

She came back inside, reaching the couch, looking at Jane, already fast asleep there, snoring soundly, a weird and unexpected sight, indeed, because, from whet he had told her, it was seven years he couldn’t catch a good night sleep, and she couldn’t help wondering if it was because of her, of her presence in that same house, of how close they were, both physically and now emotionally as well.

She kissed his forehead, running her fingers though his soft blonde curls, and when she went to bed, she knew she was going to have the same- a good night sleep.  

        

Pairing: Jane/Lisbon
Rated: T (for the mention of sex and sexual situations- no "real" sex of any kind, though)
Spoiler: 3.6, Pink Chanel suit
Words count: Unknown
Discalimer: saddly, not mine.