FIC: "The Trick to Staking Out," The Mentalist, Theresa/Lisbon
Title: The Trick to Staking Out
Self-Lover: Theresa Lisbon and Grace Van Pelt
Fandom: The Mentalist
Words: 1254
Date: May 15
Note: Requested by sterling_sky! I hope you like it!
Summary: Van Pelt is bored. Lisbon has a solution.
It irritated her, but not to the point where she was going to make a big deal about it. She knew that Rigsby didn't give a crap about equality or fairness. The only reason he weaseled out of the stakeout was because he had Kings tickets and he would rather take Cho than either of them. But he did have a point; Lisbon almost always assigned him and Cho to staking out bad guys. It wasn't fair. So she didn't mind sitting in a car once or twice.
Lisbon, on the other hand...
Van Pelt turned away from the house as Lisbon's hand smacked the steering wheel again. "There's a reason I'm the boss. There's a reason I don't do this sort of thing anymore. The main reason I went for a promotion is so I wouldn't have to do anymore stake outs."
"Well, if it helps, I'm glad you're here. It's better than most times."
"Oh?" Lisbon said. "You wouldn't prefer to be out here with Jane?" Van Pelt scoffed. Lisbon raised an eyebrow. "Or maybe Rigsby?"
Van Pelt stiffened. "I don't... know what you're talking about."
Lisbon rolled her eyes and lifted one corner of her mouth in a smirk. "Please. You work with a team of trained investigators and Patrick Jane. You think we haven't noticed?"
Van Pelt straightened in her seat and shrugged. "I don't know. He... likes me, I guess."
"You seem to like him, too."
Van Pelt shrugged. After a moment, she said, "He's sweet. And... it's nice to be nice."
Lisbon nodded slowly. "I see."
Van Pelt shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. She looked toward the house, the lights in their target's bedroom still on. The curtains were open slightly, and she could see him moving around. He threw a big shadow on the curtains. She leaned back against the headrest and said, "So, you've done this a lot. Any tricks to keep the boredom at bay?"
"Yeah, I have a few tricks..."
It was Van Pelt's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Well? Share your wisdom."
Lisbon cleared her throat. "Well, little things like keeping your mind awake." She pointed at a house across the street. "See the little light in the window of the garage door. Someone's out there at... one thirty in the morning. I think about who it is and why they're outside. Maybe he had a fight with the wife. Or maybe he has a little carpentry shop and he's finishing up a big project."
"What kind of project?"
"Hmm. A boat. He's going to let everything set overnight, and then he'll take it out on the water tomorrow. His wife's already packed the picnic they'll eat on the beach."
Van Pelt smiled. "Sounds nice. I didn't really expect something so sweet."
"Why, because I'm so jaded?"
"Well, because of what we see every day. I liked it, though. I hope it sails well."
Lisbon chuckled. "Okay, now you do one." She pointed at a different house. "What about them?"
"All the lights are off. They're probably all in bed."
"Uh-huh."
Van Pelt shrugged. "They're just sleeping."
Lisbon leaned over and lowered her voice. "Bed doesn't always mean sleep, Van Pelt."
She tensed slightly, tried to work up some saliva in her suddenly dry mouth, and said, "Okay, uh... what do you want me to do, imagine what they're...?"
"It'll keep us from getting bored."
Van Pelt blinked and widened her eyes, determined not to back down. "Okay. She's a workaholic, and he coaches Little League on the weekends. They don't get a lot of time together. An hour here and there. But she's having a slow week, so she came home early tonight. It was their first dinner together in as long as either of them can remember."
"Who made the first move?"
Van Pelt smiled. "He did. He's a romantic, no matter what he might say."
"You're good at this."
"I don't know, I'm just--" She glanced at Lisbon and suddenly faced forward again. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry. Does it offend you? I can stop."
Van Pelt's face was still twisted in surprise. One thing she had not expected to see was her boss rubbing herself between her legs. Her face burned and she said, "Uh... s-so... uh..."
"Go on with the story," Lisbon said, shifting in her seat. "He made the first move."
It took Van Pelt a moment to compose herself enough to speak. She glanced at the target house; he was sitting in a chair with his profile turned to the open window. He was fast asleep, snoring in front of a late movie. Van Pelt squared her shoulders and said, "He carried her upstairs to their bed. Undressed her slowly. He wanted to make sure she knew how much he cares. How much he's always cared."
"That's sweet," Lisbon said, her voice low and breathy.
Van Pelt couldn't keep her eyes still, but she also could not look to her left. So she looked at the dashboard, the floor mat, the bushes outside the window. She licked her lips and said, "He went down on her."
"Oh, he did?" Lisbon said.
Van Pelt pressed her thighs together. "She loves it when he does that. He h-has a... a really... uh, clever tongue."
"Go on," Lisbon whispered.
"I-I don't... I don't know..."
"Just tell me what you would do."
Van Pelt couldn't stop herself from looking at Lisbon. Her trousers were undone, her hand inside. Her knuckles made little ridges in the fabric of the pants. "You mean how I would... h-how I would..."
"How would you go down on me, Grace?"
Van Pelt's face erupted, flaming hot red blood filling her cheeks. She moved a hand between her own legs and said, "I would start slow. Teasing you. Kissing your thighs and running my hands up to touch the backs of your knees."
Lisbon arched her back, pressing hard against her hand. "Uh-huh..."
The car was silent for a few minutes then, save for quiet gasps of pleasure. At one point, Van Pelt reached out and grabbed Lisbon's free hand, holding her by the wrist as she rocked against her fingers. Lisbon whispered, "Grace..." and then brought Van Pelt's hand to her lips. She sucked two fingers into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them. Holding tight as Van Pelt climaxed.
Their SUV rocked with the motion of their orgasms, both of them panting. The windows of the car were foggy, and Van Pelt finally composed herself enough to wipe the condensation away. She exhaled and said, "The target is still asleep." She closed her eyes as Lisbon's fingers touched the back of her neck and twirled around a strand of hair.
"Looks like we're not off the hook yet."
Van Pelt turned to look at Lisbon, then scanned the street. She nodded with her chin and said, "What's going on in that house?"
Lisbon smiled and looked at the house in question. "That house... belongs to a high-powered agent in a federal agency. She's not home. She's working late. But when she comes home, she's going to bring one of her subordinates with her. They might have a bit of breakfast and talk about this new... thing in their relationship. But then the agent will take her subordinate by the hand, and lead her upstairs."
Van Pelt swallowed, licked her lips, and looked at Lisbon's profile. "And then what happens?"
Lisbon smiled and took Van Pelt's hand. "I guess we'll see."
Self-Lover: Theresa Lisbon and Grace Van Pelt
Fandom: The Mentalist
Words: 1254
Date: May 15
Note: Requested by sterling_sky! I hope you like it!
Summary: Van Pelt is bored. Lisbon has a solution.
It irritated her, but not to the point where she was going to make a big deal about it. She knew that Rigsby didn't give a crap about equality or fairness. The only reason he weaseled out of the stakeout was because he had Kings tickets and he would rather take Cho than either of them. But he did have a point; Lisbon almost always assigned him and Cho to staking out bad guys. It wasn't fair. So she didn't mind sitting in a car once or twice.
Lisbon, on the other hand...
Van Pelt turned away from the house as Lisbon's hand smacked the steering wheel again. "There's a reason I'm the boss. There's a reason I don't do this sort of thing anymore. The main reason I went for a promotion is so I wouldn't have to do anymore stake outs."
"Well, if it helps, I'm glad you're here. It's better than most times."
"Oh?" Lisbon said. "You wouldn't prefer to be out here with Jane?" Van Pelt scoffed. Lisbon raised an eyebrow. "Or maybe Rigsby?"
Van Pelt stiffened. "I don't... know what you're talking about."
Lisbon rolled her eyes and lifted one corner of her mouth in a smirk. "Please. You work with a team of trained investigators and Patrick Jane. You think we haven't noticed?"
Van Pelt straightened in her seat and shrugged. "I don't know. He... likes me, I guess."
"You seem to like him, too."
Van Pelt shrugged. After a moment, she said, "He's sweet. And... it's nice to be nice."
Lisbon nodded slowly. "I see."
Van Pelt shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. She looked toward the house, the lights in their target's bedroom still on. The curtains were open slightly, and she could see him moving around. He threw a big shadow on the curtains. She leaned back against the headrest and said, "So, you've done this a lot. Any tricks to keep the boredom at bay?"
"Yeah, I have a few tricks..."
It was Van Pelt's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Well? Share your wisdom."
Lisbon cleared her throat. "Well, little things like keeping your mind awake." She pointed at a house across the street. "See the little light in the window of the garage door. Someone's out there at... one thirty in the morning. I think about who it is and why they're outside. Maybe he had a fight with the wife. Or maybe he has a little carpentry shop and he's finishing up a big project."
"What kind of project?"
"Hmm. A boat. He's going to let everything set overnight, and then he'll take it out on the water tomorrow. His wife's already packed the picnic they'll eat on the beach."
Van Pelt smiled. "Sounds nice. I didn't really expect something so sweet."
"Why, because I'm so jaded?"
"Well, because of what we see every day. I liked it, though. I hope it sails well."
Lisbon chuckled. "Okay, now you do one." She pointed at a different house. "What about them?"
"All the lights are off. They're probably all in bed."
"Uh-huh."
Van Pelt shrugged. "They're just sleeping."
Lisbon leaned over and lowered her voice. "Bed doesn't always mean sleep, Van Pelt."
She tensed slightly, tried to work up some saliva in her suddenly dry mouth, and said, "Okay, uh... what do you want me to do, imagine what they're...?"
"It'll keep us from getting bored."
Van Pelt blinked and widened her eyes, determined not to back down. "Okay. She's a workaholic, and he coaches Little League on the weekends. They don't get a lot of time together. An hour here and there. But she's having a slow week, so she came home early tonight. It was their first dinner together in as long as either of them can remember."
"Who made the first move?"
Van Pelt smiled. "He did. He's a romantic, no matter what he might say."
"You're good at this."
"I don't know, I'm just--" She glanced at Lisbon and suddenly faced forward again. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry. Does it offend you? I can stop."
Van Pelt's face was still twisted in surprise. One thing she had not expected to see was her boss rubbing herself between her legs. Her face burned and she said, "Uh... s-so... uh..."
"Go on with the story," Lisbon said, shifting in her seat. "He made the first move."
It took Van Pelt a moment to compose herself enough to speak. She glanced at the target house; he was sitting in a chair with his profile turned to the open window. He was fast asleep, snoring in front of a late movie. Van Pelt squared her shoulders and said, "He carried her upstairs to their bed. Undressed her slowly. He wanted to make sure she knew how much he cares. How much he's always cared."
"That's sweet," Lisbon said, her voice low and breathy.
Van Pelt couldn't keep her eyes still, but she also could not look to her left. So she looked at the dashboard, the floor mat, the bushes outside the window. She licked her lips and said, "He went down on her."
"Oh, he did?" Lisbon said.
Van Pelt pressed her thighs together. "She loves it when he does that. He h-has a... a really... uh, clever tongue."
"Go on," Lisbon whispered.
"I-I don't... I don't know..."
"Just tell me what you would do."
Van Pelt couldn't stop herself from looking at Lisbon. Her trousers were undone, her hand inside. Her knuckles made little ridges in the fabric of the pants. "You mean how I would... h-how I would..."
"How would you go down on me, Grace?"
Van Pelt's face erupted, flaming hot red blood filling her cheeks. She moved a hand between her own legs and said, "I would start slow. Teasing you. Kissing your thighs and running my hands up to touch the backs of your knees."
Lisbon arched her back, pressing hard against her hand. "Uh-huh..."
The car was silent for a few minutes then, save for quiet gasps of pleasure. At one point, Van Pelt reached out and grabbed Lisbon's free hand, holding her by the wrist as she rocked against her fingers. Lisbon whispered, "Grace..." and then brought Van Pelt's hand to her lips. She sucked two fingers into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them. Holding tight as Van Pelt climaxed.
Their SUV rocked with the motion of their orgasms, both of them panting. The windows of the car were foggy, and Van Pelt finally composed herself enough to wipe the condensation away. She exhaled and said, "The target is still asleep." She closed her eyes as Lisbon's fingers touched the back of her neck and twirled around a strand of hair.
"Looks like we're not off the hook yet."
Van Pelt turned to look at Lisbon, then scanned the street. She nodded with her chin and said, "What's going on in that house?"
Lisbon smiled and looked at the house in question. "That house... belongs to a high-powered agent in a federal agency. She's not home. She's working late. But when she comes home, she's going to bring one of her subordinates with her. They might have a bit of breakfast and talk about this new... thing in their relationship. But then the agent will take her subordinate by the hand, and lead her upstairs."
Van Pelt swallowed, licked her lips, and looked at Lisbon's profile. "And then what happens?"
Lisbon smiled and took Van Pelt's hand. "I guess we'll see."