FIC: "Tangled Crosses," Theresa/Grace, The Mentalist, NC17
Title: Tangled Crosses
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: The Mentalist
Pairing: Theresa/Grace
Word Count: 1,052
Spoilers: Pilot
Disclaimer: Nobody from The Mentalist belongs to me!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Written for joran, because she spawned the idea. And because I wanted to write her a Christmas story. And because the world needs more Mentalist femslash!
Summary: Sometimes religion gets in the way. But not in the way you're thinking.
Theresa didn't want another woman on her team; not after the last time. She and Jillian had sworn they would keep business and pleasure separate, but the best laid plans... Once Jane figured out what was going on between them - and she suspected he had known from the beginning - they started getting sloppy. The final straw came when Cho walked in on them in the break room. Theresa broke it off after that and hoped they would still be able to work together. Unfortunately, Jillian didn't take the break-up well.
So Jillian was transferred, and Minelli insisted she bring a rookie in. He thought it was important for a rookie to see Jane at work. Theresa initially agreed, then balked when he handed over Grace Van Pelt's file. Minelli had shrugged and told her there were no male rookies available and she should be glad to be getting another woman on the team. Theresa had just rolled her eyes. She couldn't turn Van Pelt down, but she could certainly make the greenhorn ask for a transfer. So she decided to make life a living hell for the newbie.
"You checked luggage? What, are you on vacation?" Berating her in front of the rest of the team, dressing her down, basically just being a huge bitch. But to Theresa's amazement, Grace took all the punishment she doled out. She took the shit assignments, the busywork, and called Theresa "ma'am." If Cho and Rigsby could be believed, she didn't even gripe behind Theresa's back.
So Theresa gradually warmed to Grace, cut her a bit of slack. Eventually, she realized the line kept being moved farther away. "I'll be civil to her, but not friendly. Okay, I'll be friendly, but we definitely won't spend time outside of work together. Well, if we just have a dinner or two together, just because we happen to be going the same direction and we both have to eat..."
Nine days after admitting Grace was attractive, seven days after accepting a lunch invitation that was just the two of them, and three days after Grace's confession in the truck - "I guess I'm just trying to say I'm attracted to you." A dip of her chin, fingers clenching on the wheel, eyes straight ahead to avoid seeing rejection or disgust in Theresa's eyes - Theresa woke with a familiar weight on her chest.
"Ah, hell," she sighed. She rubbed her face, checked her watch, and then looked down at the mussed red hair splayed across her breasts. Somehow she had managed to put on a T-shirt before falling asleep, but it didn't do much to protect her from Grace's advances. The shirt was pushed up to her stomach, Grace's slender leg resting between Theresa's thighs.
Grace murmurs quietly and lifts her head slightly. She seemed to take in the unfamiliar bedroom and then looked into Theresa's face. "Oh," she said. She brushed her hair away from her eyes. "Hey."
"Hey," Theresa said.
Grace shifted and seemed about to sit up, but she fell back at the last second. "I can't get off you," Grace said.
"Who's asking you to?" Theresa asked. She put her hand on the back of Grace's neck and pulled her down for a slow kiss. Grace made quiet sounds of approval as Theresa used muscle memory to bring back fond memories of the night before. Dumping her coat in the entry way, putting her hands on Grace's shoulders and pushing her onto her knees. They were still half-dressed when Grace first called her 'ma'am,' and Theresa's eyes rolled back in her head.
Theresa had never realized how perfectly her scarves wrapped around her headboard until she used them on Grace. She had never realized just how close her bed was to the wall until Grace made her slam the headboard against it.
When their kiss broke, Theresa smiled. Grace kissed Theresa's dimples and said, "That was nice. But I'm serious, I can't get up."
"You don't have to."
"Yeah, I know, but..." Grace looked down and Theresa finally understood the problem.
"Oh." She shifted on the mattress - Grace's thigh brushed against her and shockwaves nearly overtook Theresa's concentration - and ran her finger down the gold chain to her cross. Grace's chain, silver, was wrapped around it and the two had formed a tight knot. "Must have happened during the night. Here." She reached behind Grace's neck and undid the latch. The necklace fell free and Grace sat up.
Theresa allowed herself to be distracted by Grace's nudity and then focused on the task at hand. She got the necklace untangled and looped Grace's chain over her fingers. The cross rested in her palm and she held it so that the delicate shape caught the light. She held it out to Grace and watched her put it back on. "Maybe if I'd known how much we had in common, I wouldn't have fought you so hard."
"You fought me?" Grace asked. She rocked her hips forward and Theresa's eyes fluttered shut, her back arching. Grace pushed Theresa's shirt the rest of the way up, baring her breasts. She cupped them with her hands and said, "I just thought you were being a bitch."
Theresa's laugh turned into a gasp and she lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "Well, you know. That may have been... part of it."
Grace rested her hand between Theresa's breasts and pushed up, curling her fingers against Theresa's throat. She bent down and kissed Theresa. When they parted, Theresa said, "Taking the initiative?"
"I do like to be on top," Grace whispered, "every now and then."
"Duly noted," Theresa said. She puts her hands on Grace's hips and pulls her forward, and soon both were breathing heavily. Grace broke the kiss and ran her hand down Theresa's face, pausing on her lips. Theresa took Grace's fingers into her mouth, sucking them as she came. Grace followed her a few moments later and sagged, resting her cheek on Theresa's bare breasts.
After a long moment, Grace swept her hand at her necklace. "We're going to get tangled again."
"That's all right," Theresa whispered. She kissed the top of Grace's head, settled against the mattress and pulled the blankets up over them both. "We can be tangled for a little while."
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: The Mentalist
Pairing: Theresa/Grace
Word Count: 1,052
Spoilers: Pilot
Disclaimer: Nobody from The Mentalist belongs to me!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Written for joran, because she spawned the idea. And because I wanted to write her a Christmas story. And because the world needs more Mentalist femslash!
Summary: Sometimes religion gets in the way. But not in the way you're thinking.
Theresa didn't want another woman on her team; not after the last time. She and Jillian had sworn they would keep business and pleasure separate, but the best laid plans... Once Jane figured out what was going on between them - and she suspected he had known from the beginning - they started getting sloppy. The final straw came when Cho walked in on them in the break room. Theresa broke it off after that and hoped they would still be able to work together. Unfortunately, Jillian didn't take the break-up well.
So Jillian was transferred, and Minelli insisted she bring a rookie in. He thought it was important for a rookie to see Jane at work. Theresa initially agreed, then balked when he handed over Grace Van Pelt's file. Minelli had shrugged and told her there were no male rookies available and she should be glad to be getting another woman on the team. Theresa had just rolled her eyes. She couldn't turn Van Pelt down, but she could certainly make the greenhorn ask for a transfer. So she decided to make life a living hell for the newbie.
"You checked luggage? What, are you on vacation?" Berating her in front of the rest of the team, dressing her down, basically just being a huge bitch. But to Theresa's amazement, Grace took all the punishment she doled out. She took the shit assignments, the busywork, and called Theresa "ma'am." If Cho and Rigsby could be believed, she didn't even gripe behind Theresa's back.
So Theresa gradually warmed to Grace, cut her a bit of slack. Eventually, she realized the line kept being moved farther away. "I'll be civil to her, but not friendly. Okay, I'll be friendly, but we definitely won't spend time outside of work together. Well, if we just have a dinner or two together, just because we happen to be going the same direction and we both have to eat..."
Nine days after admitting Grace was attractive, seven days after accepting a lunch invitation that was just the two of them, and three days after Grace's confession in the truck - "I guess I'm just trying to say I'm attracted to you." A dip of her chin, fingers clenching on the wheel, eyes straight ahead to avoid seeing rejection or disgust in Theresa's eyes - Theresa woke with a familiar weight on her chest.
"Ah, hell," she sighed. She rubbed her face, checked her watch, and then looked down at the mussed red hair splayed across her breasts. Somehow she had managed to put on a T-shirt before falling asleep, but it didn't do much to protect her from Grace's advances. The shirt was pushed up to her stomach, Grace's slender leg resting between Theresa's thighs.
Grace murmurs quietly and lifts her head slightly. She seemed to take in the unfamiliar bedroom and then looked into Theresa's face. "Oh," she said. She brushed her hair away from her eyes. "Hey."
"Hey," Theresa said.
Grace shifted and seemed about to sit up, but she fell back at the last second. "I can't get off you," Grace said.
"Who's asking you to?" Theresa asked. She put her hand on the back of Grace's neck and pulled her down for a slow kiss. Grace made quiet sounds of approval as Theresa used muscle memory to bring back fond memories of the night before. Dumping her coat in the entry way, putting her hands on Grace's shoulders and pushing her onto her knees. They were still half-dressed when Grace first called her 'ma'am,' and Theresa's eyes rolled back in her head.
Theresa had never realized how perfectly her scarves wrapped around her headboard until she used them on Grace. She had never realized just how close her bed was to the wall until Grace made her slam the headboard against it.
When their kiss broke, Theresa smiled. Grace kissed Theresa's dimples and said, "That was nice. But I'm serious, I can't get up."
"You don't have to."
"Yeah, I know, but..." Grace looked down and Theresa finally understood the problem.
"Oh." She shifted on the mattress - Grace's thigh brushed against her and shockwaves nearly overtook Theresa's concentration - and ran her finger down the gold chain to her cross. Grace's chain, silver, was wrapped around it and the two had formed a tight knot. "Must have happened during the night. Here." She reached behind Grace's neck and undid the latch. The necklace fell free and Grace sat up.
Theresa allowed herself to be distracted by Grace's nudity and then focused on the task at hand. She got the necklace untangled and looped Grace's chain over her fingers. The cross rested in her palm and she held it so that the delicate shape caught the light. She held it out to Grace and watched her put it back on. "Maybe if I'd known how much we had in common, I wouldn't have fought you so hard."
"You fought me?" Grace asked. She rocked her hips forward and Theresa's eyes fluttered shut, her back arching. Grace pushed Theresa's shirt the rest of the way up, baring her breasts. She cupped them with her hands and said, "I just thought you were being a bitch."
Theresa's laugh turned into a gasp and she lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "Well, you know. That may have been... part of it."
Grace rested her hand between Theresa's breasts and pushed up, curling her fingers against Theresa's throat. She bent down and kissed Theresa. When they parted, Theresa said, "Taking the initiative?"
"I do like to be on top," Grace whispered, "every now and then."
"Duly noted," Theresa said. She puts her hands on Grace's hips and pulls her forward, and soon both were breathing heavily. Grace broke the kiss and ran her hand down Theresa's face, pausing on her lips. Theresa took Grace's fingers into her mouth, sucking them as she came. Grace followed her a few moments later and sagged, resting her cheek on Theresa's bare breasts.
After a long moment, Grace swept her hand at her necklace. "We're going to get tangled again."
"That's all right," Theresa whispered. She kissed the top of Grace's head, settled against the mattress and pulled the blankets up over them both. "We can be tangled for a little while."