FIC: It's Not Love (1/1)
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tromanaTitle: It's Not Love
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Rating: T
Characters: Jane/various women
Summary: …or five times Jane lusted after a woman
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: 2x10 Throwing Fire
Notes: Prompt fromch19777 and a response to 003: dreams on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mentalistprompt
It's Not Love
i
He was sixteen and the sun was shining down brightly.
This was another one of his Dad's deals, a private consultation with the 'Psychic Boy Wonder' that was Patrick Jane. Though, he was hardly a boy now and as days marched ever onwards, he was becoming more and more of a man. Ever since that girl, the one with the cancer, he'd taken to saving the scraps of money his father gave him. As soon as he had enough, he'd be away from the carnival circuit as soon as feasibly possible. He'd be able to choose his own subjects, the one that deserved swindling rather than those who simply needed hope.
Patrick took that as a sign of maturity, that he was finally growing up.
And that he didn't want to be pushed around by his father anymore.
Another sign was, well, women. He was beginning to notice them more. Not in the sense of reading their body language, using educated guesses to work out what was on their mind and the like - he'd been doing that for almost as long as he could remember. More noticing them as individuals, people who he wanted to spend more time with, people who he…
He shook his head. There was time to be thinking of that later. He had a consultation to prepare for.
Like usual, he didn't know much about the deal. That was his father's expertise, though it couldn't really be that difficult, could it? He'd be able to manage without his father when he finally ditched him, wouldn't he? Patrick shook his head rather violently. Of course he would; people had said so many times that his natural charm would take him far. But still, he couldn't help but feel a little disconcerted. It was going to be a big step, after all. He glanced at his fingers, which seemed to have a mind of their own and barely noticed the flap entrance to their little 'room' open.
When he did notice he had company, after some prompting from his father, he noticed a gorgeous girl, no, woman, who was not much older than he was staring intently at him. She flicked her long, blonde hair and smiled nervously as she sat opposite him, waiting for him to work his magic.
Again, he felt guilty for duping her, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. It wasn't until he was laying in bed, imagining the way her body could arch underneath his and him peppering kisses along her collar bone that he worked it out.
ii
Patrick just been dealing with his newest client. She was a proper daddy's girl who had no care for anybody but herself. All she wanted to know was whether or not her deceased husband would forgive her for cheating at the time of his death. Really, he didn't care either way and it wasn't exactly an occasion when he needed a moral backbone. This woman obviously didn't care much about other people, so why should he care much about her, except how much money he could get from her in return for his 'services'.
They'd been disturbed early. Again.
By the same person.
On occasion, this would annoy Patrick. More people meant more distractions and more distractions lead to the potential of more slip ups. Or more people to catch him out and play him at his own game.
However, in this case, Patrick found their intruder so much more intriguing than his client, but that wasn't exactly difficult. The bleached blonde, whose hair curled neatly at her shoulders, had arrived, yet again, to care for her friend. She was obviously concerned that the woman had just lost her husband and somewhat suspicious of Patrick and what he was doing.
Which, obviously, was somewhat of a problem because she simply fascinated him.
It was the way she tossed her hair with derision whenever he even mentioned his psychic ability. The way her eyes flickered with anger at the suggestion that he'd be around her precious, though undeserving friend's yet again. And of course, her mile-long legs, lithe figure and wide, though rarely used, smile.
Frankly, she was the only reason that he was dragging on this charade with the little cheater. It was because this blonde fascinated him so much and the fact that she really didn't seem to give him the time of day. While he spent his days flirting with his customers, he spent his nights dreaming of a woman whose name he didn't even know yet.
He felt just a little guilty tricking her into a pity date and surprisingly easy too. And finally, he managed to get her to direct a smile in his direction. There were no regrets at all when he watched her walk up the aisle towards him just two years later, however.
iii
He had all this power at his fingertips and the world was his proverbial oyster. Patrick could have any woman he chose and there was nobody to stop him. And naturally, he knew it and abused his enlightened position as much as feasibly possible.
He was now trapped in a loveless marriage and finally, he understood why marriages didn't always work out and why people strayed. He'd always held it against his mother for leaving his Dad and leaving him trapped as a performing monkey with a man who was blatantly living through his son and using his gifts to fleece as many vulnerable people as possible. But now, the only reason he stayed with his wife, the woman who he had been so passionate about once, was because she was pregnant with his child. It simply wouldn't do for a man to leave her in such a state and the publicity would be diabolical. Enough to break his career, he reckoned. And he'd been working so very hard to get where he was now.
Okay, not literally where he was right now.
Because right now, he was in a hotel bed, with the legs of some vacuous television presenter wrapped around his waist.
He didn't like her for her personality, if she even had one, but her body did things to him that his wife's had ceased to do so what felt like an age ago. She was the one on his mind rather than the scornful woman he'd married, the one he daydreamed about when he grew bored with clients. And she was fun, she flirted with him and boosted his ego in just the right ways. Not that Patrick particularly needed his ego boosting, but it was nice hearing somebody tell you just how great they thought you were rather than nagging about the washing up. As well as being a reasonable fuck, this woman also understood the meaning of privacy because if their arrangement got out, it would have repercussions on her career too. It seemed that these days, regardless of gender, nobody liked a cheater.
Patrick was with her, his blonde mistress, the day his wife went into labor. He didn't feel particularly guilty about that, at first. It wasn't until he was holding his fragile little girl in his arms that he felt any remorse for being so late to the event. It wasn't as if he could go back in time and see the birth of his first child again, however much he wished he could.
He broke it off with the airhead the day they took their daughter home. Besides, having a child together seemed to have sparked off something. Something that had been missing from their marriage for quite some time and Patrick found that he didn't need the other woman to fill his thoughts anymore now that he had a child with his wife.
iv
"No, Patrick, I can't…" she muttered, her speech coming out in ragged breaths as he continued his assault of her collar bone. "You're my patient, I have to…"
"Shh…"
With practiced ease, he covered her lips with his own, nipping, licking and tugging at all the appropriate moments. Sophie Miller let out a sigh of frustration and desire as Patrick, her patient, continued with his ministrations. She should stop him, she was abusing a very sick man and her position of trust. Despite the fact he'd been locked in a small room, alone, for a significant amount of time now, he was still surprisingly strong and even if she had really wanted him to stop, Sophie was unsure as to whether or not she would be able to.
Eventually, when he allowed her a split second for breath, she pushed him away, feeling ever so slightly guilty when he stared at her with his wide puppy dog eyes. She'd been working intensively on his case and knew that she held a fleeting resemblance to his deceased wife. They were of a similar build, both kept their hair long and probably most importantly, both showed him affection while refusing to allow him to cause them grief. That was what explained the lust, heavy in his eyes and the ways his hands had roamed the moment she had stepped a little too close to him.
She apologized, again, stepped out of the door as quickly as possible and leaned up against it, trying desperately to regulate her breathing. Though she knew she should never have allowed Patrick to get that far with her, she couldn't help but feel as though she was getting somewhere with her patient. Because he had actually shown a physical attraction to her, it meant that he was finally considering a life after his family, right? It also meant that his view point had opened up a little to include other people once more rather than the all-consuming grief that she had seen him with the day he first checked in. But still, the sooner he was better and he checked out, the better. Of all the patients to come and go, Patrick Jane tested her Hippocratic Oath the most and it would be better for her, personally, if he wasn't around tempting her.
Maybe it would be best for her if she moved into research instead?
Once Patrick was better, of course. She couldn't bring herself to give up on a case, regardless of how he taunted with her emotions.
v
Having a female boss could quite easily have gone either way, Jane (as he now even referred to himself as) decided.
He didn't really notice the growing attraction to Teresa Lisbon and for so long he simply ignored it. It was easier that way. After all, she constantly snapped at him, grew frustrated with his outlandish plans and generally never had the time of day for him. As far as she was concerned, he was an irritation, a nuisance, the perpetual thorn in her side that had been thrust upon her by the fat cats above who had no idea what else to do with him. There was no point even considering a relationship, however brief, with somebody who actively avoided spending unnecessary time with him.
Though, of course, he'd done that once before…
And look how well that turned out.
Jane didn't think he could take that kind of heartache again. Though Sophie had been so very kind to him and had help him regain something resembling sanity, he doubted anyone would have the skill to piece him back together if he lost another loved one. So instead, he continued to wear his wedding band, act as if he was emotionally repressed and pretend that it wasn't physically possible for him to be attracted to another woman since his wife had died. And he'd been doing a very good job of convincing himself that it's not love. That the nightly dreams of her meant nothing, that he barely cared for her as a colleague, never mind a friend.
It didn't help that he knew first hand just how dangerous Lisbon's job was either. Sometimes, it felt like the agents were looking down the barrel of a gun or being threatened with a knife every other day. But it wasn't a mindless act of violence or a near death experience that made Jane realize that maybe, just maybe, he should stop lying to himself. It was simply a case of the 'flu, her trying and failing to work through it and him being the only one willing (and the only person she'd actually allow) to sit by her and nurse her back to full health.
Regardless of him admitting to himself that he did quite like the concept of being Teresa Lisbon's lover in one form or another, it couldn't exactly happen just yet. There was too much standing in the way still.
But maybe, one day…
He just had to thaw the iceberg first. Oh and apprehend Red John too…
end
Author:
tromana Rating: T
Characters: Jane/various women
Summary: …or five times Jane lusted after a woman
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: 2x10 Throwing Fire
Notes: Prompt from
ch19777 and a response to 003: dreams on mentalistprompt It's Not Love
i
He was sixteen and the sun was shining down brightly.
This was another one of his Dad's deals, a private consultation with the 'Psychic Boy Wonder' that was Patrick Jane. Though, he was hardly a boy now and as days marched ever onwards, he was becoming more and more of a man. Ever since that girl, the one with the cancer, he'd taken to saving the scraps of money his father gave him. As soon as he had enough, he'd be away from the carnival circuit as soon as feasibly possible. He'd be able to choose his own subjects, the one that deserved swindling rather than those who simply needed hope.
Patrick took that as a sign of maturity, that he was finally growing up.
And that he didn't want to be pushed around by his father anymore.
Another sign was, well, women. He was beginning to notice them more. Not in the sense of reading their body language, using educated guesses to work out what was on their mind and the like - he'd been doing that for almost as long as he could remember. More noticing them as individuals, people who he wanted to spend more time with, people who he…
He shook his head. There was time to be thinking of that later. He had a consultation to prepare for.
Like usual, he didn't know much about the deal. That was his father's expertise, though it couldn't really be that difficult, could it? He'd be able to manage without his father when he finally ditched him, wouldn't he? Patrick shook his head rather violently. Of course he would; people had said so many times that his natural charm would take him far. But still, he couldn't help but feel a little disconcerted. It was going to be a big step, after all. He glanced at his fingers, which seemed to have a mind of their own and barely noticed the flap entrance to their little 'room' open.
When he did notice he had company, after some prompting from his father, he noticed a gorgeous girl, no, woman, who was not much older than he was staring intently at him. She flicked her long, blonde hair and smiled nervously as she sat opposite him, waiting for him to work his magic.
Again, he felt guilty for duping her, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. It wasn't until he was laying in bed, imagining the way her body could arch underneath his and him peppering kisses along her collar bone that he worked it out.
ii
Patrick just been dealing with his newest client. She was a proper daddy's girl who had no care for anybody but herself. All she wanted to know was whether or not her deceased husband would forgive her for cheating at the time of his death. Really, he didn't care either way and it wasn't exactly an occasion when he needed a moral backbone. This woman obviously didn't care much about other people, so why should he care much about her, except how much money he could get from her in return for his 'services'.
They'd been disturbed early. Again.
By the same person.
On occasion, this would annoy Patrick. More people meant more distractions and more distractions lead to the potential of more slip ups. Or more people to catch him out and play him at his own game.
However, in this case, Patrick found their intruder so much more intriguing than his client, but that wasn't exactly difficult. The bleached blonde, whose hair curled neatly at her shoulders, had arrived, yet again, to care for her friend. She was obviously concerned that the woman had just lost her husband and somewhat suspicious of Patrick and what he was doing.
Which, obviously, was somewhat of a problem because she simply fascinated him.
It was the way she tossed her hair with derision whenever he even mentioned his psychic ability. The way her eyes flickered with anger at the suggestion that he'd be around her precious, though undeserving friend's yet again. And of course, her mile-long legs, lithe figure and wide, though rarely used, smile.
Frankly, she was the only reason that he was dragging on this charade with the little cheater. It was because this blonde fascinated him so much and the fact that she really didn't seem to give him the time of day. While he spent his days flirting with his customers, he spent his nights dreaming of a woman whose name he didn't even know yet.
He felt just a little guilty tricking her into a pity date and surprisingly easy too. And finally, he managed to get her to direct a smile in his direction. There were no regrets at all when he watched her walk up the aisle towards him just two years later, however.
iii
He had all this power at his fingertips and the world was his proverbial oyster. Patrick could have any woman he chose and there was nobody to stop him. And naturally, he knew it and abused his enlightened position as much as feasibly possible.
He was now trapped in a loveless marriage and finally, he understood why marriages didn't always work out and why people strayed. He'd always held it against his mother for leaving his Dad and leaving him trapped as a performing monkey with a man who was blatantly living through his son and using his gifts to fleece as many vulnerable people as possible. But now, the only reason he stayed with his wife, the woman who he had been so passionate about once, was because she was pregnant with his child. It simply wouldn't do for a man to leave her in such a state and the publicity would be diabolical. Enough to break his career, he reckoned. And he'd been working so very hard to get where he was now.
Okay, not literally where he was right now.
Because right now, he was in a hotel bed, with the legs of some vacuous television presenter wrapped around his waist.
He didn't like her for her personality, if she even had one, but her body did things to him that his wife's had ceased to do so what felt like an age ago. She was the one on his mind rather than the scornful woman he'd married, the one he daydreamed about when he grew bored with clients. And she was fun, she flirted with him and boosted his ego in just the right ways. Not that Patrick particularly needed his ego boosting, but it was nice hearing somebody tell you just how great they thought you were rather than nagging about the washing up. As well as being a reasonable fuck, this woman also understood the meaning of privacy because if their arrangement got out, it would have repercussions on her career too. It seemed that these days, regardless of gender, nobody liked a cheater.
Patrick was with her, his blonde mistress, the day his wife went into labor. He didn't feel particularly guilty about that, at first. It wasn't until he was holding his fragile little girl in his arms that he felt any remorse for being so late to the event. It wasn't as if he could go back in time and see the birth of his first child again, however much he wished he could.
He broke it off with the airhead the day they took their daughter home. Besides, having a child together seemed to have sparked off something. Something that had been missing from their marriage for quite some time and Patrick found that he didn't need the other woman to fill his thoughts anymore now that he had a child with his wife.
iv
"No, Patrick, I can't…" she muttered, her speech coming out in ragged breaths as he continued his assault of her collar bone. "You're my patient, I have to…"
"Shh…"
With practiced ease, he covered her lips with his own, nipping, licking and tugging at all the appropriate moments. Sophie Miller let out a sigh of frustration and desire as Patrick, her patient, continued with his ministrations. She should stop him, she was abusing a very sick man and her position of trust. Despite the fact he'd been locked in a small room, alone, for a significant amount of time now, he was still surprisingly strong and even if she had really wanted him to stop, Sophie was unsure as to whether or not she would be able to.
Eventually, when he allowed her a split second for breath, she pushed him away, feeling ever so slightly guilty when he stared at her with his wide puppy dog eyes. She'd been working intensively on his case and knew that she held a fleeting resemblance to his deceased wife. They were of a similar build, both kept their hair long and probably most importantly, both showed him affection while refusing to allow him to cause them grief. That was what explained the lust, heavy in his eyes and the ways his hands had roamed the moment she had stepped a little too close to him.
She apologized, again, stepped out of the door as quickly as possible and leaned up against it, trying desperately to regulate her breathing. Though she knew she should never have allowed Patrick to get that far with her, she couldn't help but feel as though she was getting somewhere with her patient. Because he had actually shown a physical attraction to her, it meant that he was finally considering a life after his family, right? It also meant that his view point had opened up a little to include other people once more rather than the all-consuming grief that she had seen him with the day he first checked in. But still, the sooner he was better and he checked out, the better. Of all the patients to come and go, Patrick Jane tested her Hippocratic Oath the most and it would be better for her, personally, if he wasn't around tempting her.
Maybe it would be best for her if she moved into research instead?
Once Patrick was better, of course. She couldn't bring herself to give up on a case, regardless of how he taunted with her emotions.
v
Having a female boss could quite easily have gone either way, Jane (as he now even referred to himself as) decided.
He didn't really notice the growing attraction to Teresa Lisbon and for so long he simply ignored it. It was easier that way. After all, she constantly snapped at him, grew frustrated with his outlandish plans and generally never had the time of day for him. As far as she was concerned, he was an irritation, a nuisance, the perpetual thorn in her side that had been thrust upon her by the fat cats above who had no idea what else to do with him. There was no point even considering a relationship, however brief, with somebody who actively avoided spending unnecessary time with him.
Though, of course, he'd done that once before…
And look how well that turned out.
Jane didn't think he could take that kind of heartache again. Though Sophie had been so very kind to him and had help him regain something resembling sanity, he doubted anyone would have the skill to piece him back together if he lost another loved one. So instead, he continued to wear his wedding band, act as if he was emotionally repressed and pretend that it wasn't physically possible for him to be attracted to another woman since his wife had died. And he'd been doing a very good job of convincing himself that it's not love. That the nightly dreams of her meant nothing, that he barely cared for her as a colleague, never mind a friend.
It didn't help that he knew first hand just how dangerous Lisbon's job was either. Sometimes, it felt like the agents were looking down the barrel of a gun or being threatened with a knife every other day. But it wasn't a mindless act of violence or a near death experience that made Jane realize that maybe, just maybe, he should stop lying to himself. It was simply a case of the 'flu, her trying and failing to work through it and him being the only one willing (and the only person she'd actually allow) to sit by her and nurse her back to full health.
Regardless of him admitting to himself that he did quite like the concept of being Teresa Lisbon's lover in one form or another, it couldn't exactly happen just yet. There was too much standing in the way still.
But maybe, one day…
He just had to thaw the iceberg first. Oh and apprehend Red John too…
end
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Date: 2010-03-08 09:04 pm (UTC)You never cease to write amazing pieces.
I've literally just been online for 5 minutes. I'm about to go to bed as I have an addictive novel by my bedside table. I had to read this though. So glad I did. Loved it. Especially the 2nd, 4th and 5th segments.
Awesome.
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Date: 2010-03-09 06:03 am (UTC)Hope you slept well and that you're enjoying your novel.