Red Hearts

Chapter 7 (Jane)

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist. I can't even comprehend how amazing it would be if I did...

Before you start this chapter, I'd just like to mention that this chapter is dedicated to Razzl3, who is an incredibly awesome person and writer, and if you haven't followed her yet, you should. She has a Mentalist fanfic titled Scarlet that is incredible, and you all should go read it right after this. I've already dedicated one chapter to her, but she is my buddy in life and on Wattpad, and she is a wonderful and kind person, so therefore she deserves at least two chapters. Thank you.

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Wow. Crap. Wow.

I just left Lisbon in her office after giving her a back rub, and I honestly have no idea what just happened to me.

I saw her wince ever so slightly when she moved her back, and that frightened me quite a bit. I mean, this is Teresa Lisbon we're talking about. As in, the woman that got shot in the shoulder and still managed to accurately throw a pillow at her attacker to distract him enough to give her teammates an opportunity to shoot him. The same woman that a few short days later, exited the hospital to get back to work, even though her shoulder and arm were still in a sling. My point being- Lisbon doesn't show pain. Ever. Especially in front of me. So if her back is hurting that bad, and it's due to paperwork that I earned her, then I feel very guilty. So, of course, it's only natural that I would want to help.

So I left my couch quietly, and started to rub her back, as any good friend would do for another friend that has been through a lot. As any man would do for the woman he loves.

What scares me is the way that she fell apart in my hands after she was convinced I wasn't going to attack her. The way she moaned and made me want to hug her and kiss her and keep her from ever feeling pain again. It's been a long time- a VERY long time, mind you, since I've not been able to control my actions around a woman, and I'm afraid to be acting... and feeling... like this while Red John is alive.

And then there's the other thing- the fact that when I stopped rubbing her back, it was because I knew that if I didn't, Lisbon would find herself being kissed. And I'm man enough to admit that the idea of that frightens me with how wonderful it sounds. So I stopped rubbing and bolted for the door, but when Lisbon realized that I had stopped, and she let out an adorable little grunt of frustration, I found myself promising her (and myself) more.

And then, I took one look at her and soaked in every detail of her- her cute little frown, her gorgeous face, and her eyes- her sparkling emerald eyes, that saved me from the depths of my despair, that kill me with their kindness and benevolence, and most of all- the overwhelming purity and honesty that shines back at me every time I get the chance to make eye contact. I don't have to read Lisbon. Her eyes speak to me. She's beautiful, and she's mine. I don't know if she knows it yet, but she is- and I love her. And whatever I have to do to keep her safe, I will do- including shielding her from my love (and the consequences that come with it) until the time has come. However, I fear that I may have complicated that plan with my actions tonight.

I had just intended to look at her, honestly. But when I looked at her hypnotic face, I lost it. I lost my control over my body, which, being a mentalist, is shocking. I was in a trance. I found myself dizzy, hot, cold, and I don't even know what else. I was drawn to her, like a moth to a beautiful light- frantic, panicked, and overcome by the glory of that which had attracted me. I knelt in front of her, as I felt was appropriate, and, craving contact, I took her hand. I needed to kiss her. Right then. I was amazed by how powerless I felt as my body acted of its own accord, and kissed her hand gently, softly, delicately, as though she was as fragile as the beauty of the moment that surrounded us. And I smiled softly and left.

...and my thoughts brought me here, to my attic, to consider what I have done, to calm my ecstatic little heart, and to figure out what might come of this beautiful, spellbinding, and shockingly romantic night.

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Hey everybody! So, I'm trying to sprinkle a bit of Jisbon into my story here and there, and I am consistently getting carried away with how wonderful Jisbon is and how fun it is to write Jisbon scenes. I intend to have more happening, and I apologize for the lack of new excitement- I just felt it necessary to go over the last chapter from Jane's point of view. I'm pretty sure Jane would be pretty shaken up if he lost control over his actions- and especially if Lisbon was the reason- however, I think it makes an excellent Jisbon scene, and it's pretty plausible in my mind. My point is that I'm trying my best to mix Jisbon in here while staying true to the characters. So if you have any comments, criticisms, suggestions, ideas, possible inspirations, opinions, or anything at all to say, really, ... PLEASE SAY IT!!!!!! It makes my day when I get a comment, and makes me jump up and down and squeal quite a bit. And I get in a dedicating mood..... FYI! So please. I'm begging you. But thanks for reading, anyway! See you all next chapter in Jisbon-land!

P.S. I just invented Jisbon-land about 5 seconds ago in my mind. It sounds like a fun, romantic, and beautiful place! I wanna go there...