Fic: Paradise Lost part 4
Title: Paradise Lost
Rating: T
Summary: A meandering random look at the relationship between Patric Jane and Grace Van Pelt done in eight parts
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Written for the mentalist_bb reverse bang. I had the pleasure of working with tromana on this. Here is her lovely art, link to the songs that inspired each of the parts coming soon. The second song, and the second part of our tale, is "How We're Made" by Bo Bruce.
Part 3
How We're Made - Bo Bruce
How many times had she been outside this house? How many times since she told him she needed time, she couldn’t deal with his confession? And each time she had left before she could walk to the door. The moon was bright tonight, hanging high in the sky, large and full. The windows were dark, but she knew that he was there. His car was in the driveway. Darkness was an old friend of his she knew he would not need light to wallow.
She wasn’t sure why she was here, guilt maybe? She took a deep breath and moved up the walk to the door. She raised her hand to knock and thought better of it. She thought back to the first time she had come here, to that sunny day on the beach and smiled. Life had seemed so simple back then. She shook her head. She shouldn’t have come. She turned to leave, was walking away, when she heard the door open and her name fall from his lips, soft, but echoing in the silence of the night.
“Grace.”
She smiled and turned to him. “Jane.”
He moved aside so that she could enter. The house was darker than she expected with the door shutting out the light of the moon.
“You finally got the courage to come in.” He said, standing close.
“I did.” She could feel her breath on his skin and took a deep breath, breathing in his sent.
“Why?”
“Because I need you as much as you need me.” Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness and she could see the outline of Jane, the small amount of moonlight shining through the dusty windows setting the tops of his curls aglow.
“I’m not the easy choice.” His voice was calm; it was always calm, and soothing.
“I know. I don’t want easy. I want you.”
She didn’t even see him move before she felt his lips on hers. It had been too long since she’d felt him this way. Too long since he’d held her in his arms.
“Stay with me.” He whispered against her neck.
“Always.”
Part 5
Rating: T
Summary: A meandering random look at the relationship between Patric Jane and Grace Van Pelt done in eight parts
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Written for the mentalist_bb reverse bang. I had the pleasure of working with tromana on this. Here is her lovely art, link to the songs that inspired each of the parts coming soon. The second song, and the second part of our tale, is "How We're Made" by Bo Bruce.
Part 3
How We're Made - Bo Bruce
How many times had she been outside this house? How many times since she told him she needed time, she couldn’t deal with his confession? And each time she had left before she could walk to the door. The moon was bright tonight, hanging high in the sky, large and full. The windows were dark, but she knew that he was there. His car was in the driveway. Darkness was an old friend of his she knew he would not need light to wallow.
She wasn’t sure why she was here, guilt maybe? She took a deep breath and moved up the walk to the door. She raised her hand to knock and thought better of it. She thought back to the first time she had come here, to that sunny day on the beach and smiled. Life had seemed so simple back then. She shook her head. She shouldn’t have come. She turned to leave, was walking away, when she heard the door open and her name fall from his lips, soft, but echoing in the silence of the night.
“Grace.”
She smiled and turned to him. “Jane.”
He moved aside so that she could enter. The house was darker than she expected with the door shutting out the light of the moon.
“You finally got the courage to come in.” He said, standing close.
“I did.” She could feel her breath on his skin and took a deep breath, breathing in his sent.
“Why?”
“Because I need you as much as you need me.” Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness and she could see the outline of Jane, the small amount of moonlight shining through the dusty windows setting the tops of his curls aglow.
“I’m not the easy choice.” His voice was calm; it was always calm, and soothing.
“I know. I don’t want easy. I want you.”
She didn’t even see him move before she felt his lips on hers. It had been too long since she’d felt him this way. Too long since he’d held her in his arms.
“Stay with me.” He whispered against her neck.
“Always.”
Part 5