fic: (Ment) Rainbow Tales - Part 10 (last)
Part One - Red
Part Two - Orange
Part Three - Yellow
Part Four - Green
Part Five - Blue
Part Six - Indigo
Part Seven - Violet
Part Eight - White
Part Nine - Silver
GOLD - Celestial Touch
She had been dating him for about four months now. Brian was handsome, intelligent, and a nice company. Besides, he also worked in law enforcement, what made it easier for her, as she didn't have to explain every late hour at the office or every scratch and bruise. No one was telling her that her job was too dangerous; no one was bossing her around and treating her like the little girl. She liked that.
When Teresa Lisbon and Brian Singer had first met, they both had felt sparks flying. Though back then, it had been more sparks of two thick-headed agents who hadn't wanted to give in. However, the attraction had been there - from the very first moment. After they had closed the case, they had started dating. That had been four months ago. And they were still together.
Besides the members of her team who had noticed some change about their boss - first and foremost their consultant Patrick Jane, who had not very subtly pointed it out to the others - no one really knew about her relationship with Brian. She wanted to keep it a secret; better be not so open about her new found... partner she yet didn't dare to describe as "love". She liked Brian, she liked him very much, but as a woman who didn't make commitments easily, especially not when it concerned her private life and her feelings, she took care of her heart.
But now 4th of July was only a week away, and traditionally, the team was invited to a big celebration. A celebration to where they were asked to bring their respective partners. When Brian invited her, she couldn't say no. So this was going to be the day, the evening, everyone would learn about her new relationship.
Her gut protested. It wasn't a good idea, it told her. Was it really time already to let everyone know? But then, it were four months. Four months - that was what she told herself again and again. Definitely a long time, considering that other people got married after only half a year. Or maybe even less. And still, it didn't calm her. She didn't want every last colleague to know about her love life.
Fate was generous.
Part of her was ashamed, but the majority of her mind and heart and gut were relieved when Brian told her on the morning of Independence Day that he didn't know if he would make it to the celebration. He had to work - crime didn't sleep, and certainly didn't care about any kind of holiday.
She told him it was okay.
He had no idea.
The celebration was nice, and the evening entertaining. She talked a lot to her colleagues, mostly her team, but also some people from other units. They shared some work stories, and some told about their family, about their children. Most people had come with their husband or wife; she hadn't met or seen anyone who was alone.
Did she miss Brian? Probably. She never wondered why she had to ask herself that. She took it that it was normal. So she was missing company, someone to be with her that evening. And who else should that possibly be than her boyfriend?
It was shortly after dinner when she excused herself and stepped out onto the balcony. The sun was slowly setting, vanishing behind the horizon, but the glowing celestial body had still enough strength to provide a comfortable warmth.
Lisbon sighed. If only she wasn't alone. She had been stupid to be glad that Brian had to work. All her fears and doubts were so stupid.
Her heart skipped a beat when suddenly, she found herself in a man's strong embrace. She hadn't heard him approach her, but only noticed his presence when his arms came around her from behind. He held her almost possessively, yet incredibly careful and gentle, and pulled her back against a muscular body. Oh, how right that body felt against hers; she liked the feeling of him.
Lisbon smiled when she rested her hands on his. "So you made it. I'm happy you're here," she told him quietly, genuinely happy, and wanted to turn around, but his arms held her in place.
"Shh, don't move," he said, barely audible, and kissed her neck before resting his cheek on her head. It was the moment she knew something had changed. Their relationship was more a passionate one, and she wasn't used to such a gesture from Brian; to hold her like this, and only hold her.
She had never given it any further thought before, because she liked what she had, but then, this new manner of his, caring and protecting, was something she could get used to. Their encounters were normally marked by fervent kisses and a lot of bed-time; it was the first time Lisbon experienced something like silent, loving company with him. Still, it didn't scare her as it would have in the past.
The world around them looked like it had been touched by Midas' hand. Bathed in the golden light of the sun and enwrapped in its warming rays, the pair stood on the balcony in a comfortable and somewhat intimate embrace that made every other guest immediately refrain from their planned visit on the balcony as soon as they saw the couple.
They stood like this for what felt like an eternity; an eternity in another world. She felt safe and secure like she hadn't felt in a very long time. She completely relaxed against him, felt his chest move with every of his breaths, felt the warmth of his body, felt the soft material of his clothing against her skin that was exposed by her low-backed dress.
Where there had been doubts now was only certainty - that was the man she wanted to be with. And she wanted to whole world to know it.
When she tried to turn around this time, he let her. She smiled when she slowly moved, her eyes taking in his elegant appearance before wandering up to meet his eyes. And find far too familiar blue orbs looking back at her.
Lisbon was shocked that the arms that had felt yet different, but still so right and familiar around her hadn't been the man's she had assumed. Instead, she had stood in the embrace of a man she had been secretly admiring for a long time, but in the end given up on.
And now here he was, Patrick Jane, the man she'd been working with for five years, who was her team's consultant and who had become, despite all problems and misunderstandings, maybe the closest to a best friend she had.
"Jane, what...?" she began, still confused, but was silenced by his finger that came to rest on her lips.
"Listen, Teresa," he whispered and she felt her stomach flutter when he said her name, "Listen."
A soft tune was carried from the celebration hall out to the balcony. She listened attentively, and soon was met by words that made her heart beat even faster than it already did by now.
Who knows when love begins?
Who knows what makes it start?
One day it's simply there,
Alive inside your heart.
While one of Jane's arms still held her, the other arm's hand came up to caress her face and brush back a dark lock that had fallen into her face. Lisbon was barely breathing by now. Every thought about Brian, every necessary attempt to free herself from Jane's embrace, and every other possible reason why this was wrong was forgotten; there was only them.
Teresa and Patrick.
It slips into your thoughts,
It infiltrates your soul,
It takes you by surprise,
Then seizes full control.
The hand that had been gently touching her face only a minute ago now sought out her hand. He gently enclosed her smaller one, his fingers playing with and caressing hers, before he lifted their hands and let them rest right above his heart.
Then he began to sway to the music; a slow movement, as soft and fine as the evening breeze.
Try to deny it, and try to protest,
But love won't let you go,
Once you've been possessed.
Love never dies.
Love never falters.
Once it has spoken,
Love is yours.
It was like the music was telling her story. Their story. Every single word felt like taken from their history, the book of her and, she was sure, also his feelings. Describing what had happened to them over the years. From boss and consultant to colleagues who respected each other; from colleagues to confidants in their professional life; from confidants to friends and then best friends who shared a deep bond no one really understood - maybe not even themselves.
And from best friends? Teresa didn't know. Or maybe she didn't want to be sure, to predict and assume. Maybe all she wanted was to believe that this was real. And possible.
Her head rested on his shoulder; just like she had done it so many years ago after their case that had revolved around a school reunion. Back then, they had played a song she used to love; now there was a song playing that told the story of their love.
Teresa doubted that the rate of her heartbeat was healthy, as she was sure that he wouldn't have needed to touch her to feel her tremble. Slowly, she lifted her head from his shoulder, and, taking a deep breath, again looked him into the eyes.
Hadn't his arms felt so right around her? So much more than Brian's, now that she knew that the man who was holding her in a way she had never known she longed for, but was so perfect and gentle as she now realized she needed it, wasn't the one she had been with the past four months? But that it was the man who always stood by her side when she needed him - and didn't need him? Hadn't he, despite all their hardships, despite all the problems he had caused her, remained and showed her that he was worth it? That they and their efforts were worth it?
And didn't his eyes just now show her how deeply and truly he loved her?
"Patrick," she breathed, "kiss me."
And he did.
END
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The lyrics are from the title song of Andrew Lloyd Webber's new musical "Love Never Dies", the sequel to the famous "Phantom Of The Opera".
Part Two - Orange
Part Three - Yellow
Part Four - Green
Part Five - Blue
Part Six - Indigo
Part Seven - Violet
Part Eight - White
Part Nine - Silver
GOLD - Celestial Touch
She had been dating him for about four months now. Brian was handsome, intelligent, and a nice company. Besides, he also worked in law enforcement, what made it easier for her, as she didn't have to explain every late hour at the office or every scratch and bruise. No one was telling her that her job was too dangerous; no one was bossing her around and treating her like the little girl. She liked that.
When Teresa Lisbon and Brian Singer had first met, they both had felt sparks flying. Though back then, it had been more sparks of two thick-headed agents who hadn't wanted to give in. However, the attraction had been there - from the very first moment. After they had closed the case, they had started dating. That had been four months ago. And they were still together.
Besides the members of her team who had noticed some change about their boss - first and foremost their consultant Patrick Jane, who had not very subtly pointed it out to the others - no one really knew about her relationship with Brian. She wanted to keep it a secret; better be not so open about her new found... partner she yet didn't dare to describe as "love". She liked Brian, she liked him very much, but as a woman who didn't make commitments easily, especially not when it concerned her private life and her feelings, she took care of her heart.
But now 4th of July was only a week away, and traditionally, the team was invited to a big celebration. A celebration to where they were asked to bring their respective partners. When Brian invited her, she couldn't say no. So this was going to be the day, the evening, everyone would learn about her new relationship.
Her gut protested. It wasn't a good idea, it told her. Was it really time already to let everyone know? But then, it were four months. Four months - that was what she told herself again and again. Definitely a long time, considering that other people got married after only half a year. Or maybe even less. And still, it didn't calm her. She didn't want every last colleague to know about her love life.
Fate was generous.
Part of her was ashamed, but the majority of her mind and heart and gut were relieved when Brian told her on the morning of Independence Day that he didn't know if he would make it to the celebration. He had to work - crime didn't sleep, and certainly didn't care about any kind of holiday.
She told him it was okay.
He had no idea.
The celebration was nice, and the evening entertaining. She talked a lot to her colleagues, mostly her team, but also some people from other units. They shared some work stories, and some told about their family, about their children. Most people had come with their husband or wife; she hadn't met or seen anyone who was alone.
Did she miss Brian? Probably. She never wondered why she had to ask herself that. She took it that it was normal. So she was missing company, someone to be with her that evening. And who else should that possibly be than her boyfriend?
It was shortly after dinner when she excused herself and stepped out onto the balcony. The sun was slowly setting, vanishing behind the horizon, but the glowing celestial body had still enough strength to provide a comfortable warmth.
Lisbon sighed. If only she wasn't alone. She had been stupid to be glad that Brian had to work. All her fears and doubts were so stupid.
Her heart skipped a beat when suddenly, she found herself in a man's strong embrace. She hadn't heard him approach her, but only noticed his presence when his arms came around her from behind. He held her almost possessively, yet incredibly careful and gentle, and pulled her back against a muscular body. Oh, how right that body felt against hers; she liked the feeling of him.
Lisbon smiled when she rested her hands on his. "So you made it. I'm happy you're here," she told him quietly, genuinely happy, and wanted to turn around, but his arms held her in place.
"Shh, don't move," he said, barely audible, and kissed her neck before resting his cheek on her head. It was the moment she knew something had changed. Their relationship was more a passionate one, and she wasn't used to such a gesture from Brian; to hold her like this, and only hold her.
She had never given it any further thought before, because she liked what she had, but then, this new manner of his, caring and protecting, was something she could get used to. Their encounters were normally marked by fervent kisses and a lot of bed-time; it was the first time Lisbon experienced something like silent, loving company with him. Still, it didn't scare her as it would have in the past.
The world around them looked like it had been touched by Midas' hand. Bathed in the golden light of the sun and enwrapped in its warming rays, the pair stood on the balcony in a comfortable and somewhat intimate embrace that made every other guest immediately refrain from their planned visit on the balcony as soon as they saw the couple.
They stood like this for what felt like an eternity; an eternity in another world. She felt safe and secure like she hadn't felt in a very long time. She completely relaxed against him, felt his chest move with every of his breaths, felt the warmth of his body, felt the soft material of his clothing against her skin that was exposed by her low-backed dress.
Where there had been doubts now was only certainty - that was the man she wanted to be with. And she wanted to whole world to know it.
When she tried to turn around this time, he let her. She smiled when she slowly moved, her eyes taking in his elegant appearance before wandering up to meet his eyes. And find far too familiar blue orbs looking back at her.
Lisbon was shocked that the arms that had felt yet different, but still so right and familiar around her hadn't been the man's she had assumed. Instead, she had stood in the embrace of a man she had been secretly admiring for a long time, but in the end given up on.
And now here he was, Patrick Jane, the man she'd been working with for five years, who was her team's consultant and who had become, despite all problems and misunderstandings, maybe the closest to a best friend she had.
"Jane, what...?" she began, still confused, but was silenced by his finger that came to rest on her lips.
"Listen, Teresa," he whispered and she felt her stomach flutter when he said her name, "Listen."
A soft tune was carried from the celebration hall out to the balcony. She listened attentively, and soon was met by words that made her heart beat even faster than it already did by now.
Who knows when love begins?
Who knows what makes it start?
One day it's simply there,
Alive inside your heart.
While one of Jane's arms still held her, the other arm's hand came up to caress her face and brush back a dark lock that had fallen into her face. Lisbon was barely breathing by now. Every thought about Brian, every necessary attempt to free herself from Jane's embrace, and every other possible reason why this was wrong was forgotten; there was only them.
Teresa and Patrick.
It slips into your thoughts,
It infiltrates your soul,
It takes you by surprise,
Then seizes full control.
The hand that had been gently touching her face only a minute ago now sought out her hand. He gently enclosed her smaller one, his fingers playing with and caressing hers, before he lifted their hands and let them rest right above his heart.
Then he began to sway to the music; a slow movement, as soft and fine as the evening breeze.
Try to deny it, and try to protest,
But love won't let you go,
Once you've been possessed.
Love never dies.
Love never falters.
Once it has spoken,
Love is yours.
It was like the music was telling her story. Their story. Every single word felt like taken from their history, the book of her and, she was sure, also his feelings. Describing what had happened to them over the years. From boss and consultant to colleagues who respected each other; from colleagues to confidants in their professional life; from confidants to friends and then best friends who shared a deep bond no one really understood - maybe not even themselves.
And from best friends? Teresa didn't know. Or maybe she didn't want to be sure, to predict and assume. Maybe all she wanted was to believe that this was real. And possible.
Her head rested on his shoulder; just like she had done it so many years ago after their case that had revolved around a school reunion. Back then, they had played a song she used to love; now there was a song playing that told the story of their love.
Teresa doubted that the rate of her heartbeat was healthy, as she was sure that he wouldn't have needed to touch her to feel her tremble. Slowly, she lifted her head from his shoulder, and, taking a deep breath, again looked him into the eyes.
Hadn't his arms felt so right around her? So much more than Brian's, now that she knew that the man who was holding her in a way she had never known she longed for, but was so perfect and gentle as she now realized she needed it, wasn't the one she had been with the past four months? But that it was the man who always stood by her side when she needed him - and didn't need him? Hadn't he, despite all their hardships, despite all the problems he had caused her, remained and showed her that he was worth it? That they and their efforts were worth it?
And didn't his eyes just now show her how deeply and truly he loved her?
"Patrick," she breathed, "kiss me."
And he did.
END
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The lyrics are from the title song of Andrew Lloyd Webber's new musical "Love Never Dies", the sequel to the famous "Phantom Of The Opera".