Fic: Paradise Lost part 8
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 eight song, and the eight part of our tale, is what the whole thing is named after "Paradise Lost" by Steps.
Part 7
Paradise Lost - Steps
“Grace!” He gasped as he collapsed on top of her. In response, she moaned and sighed. She had given what she felt was an Oscar worthy performance and was exhausted by the effort.
“Wayne, that was amazing.” She sighed again as he rolled off her. She didn't know why we was here, not really. The radio talk show host had reminded her go what they had shared, and a post of her yearned for that closeness once again.
Showing up on his doorstep hadn't been planned. She had been out driving, trying to figure out the complicated emotions that were swirling in her head. And here they were.
“I've missed you,” Wayne said, rolling on his side to face her. She smiled.
“Me too.” She turned her head to face him. She had to admit, he was very handsome. She reached out to stroke his hard muscular expanse of a chest. This was what had first drawn her to him, his looks. That first night at the dreadful seafood restaurant she probably would have said yes, had Jane not called Wayne out. She had felt alone and awkward and could have used the comfort.
Looking back now, she was glad that she hadn't done it. When they did get together they knew each other so much better, the decision was done with a more level head. It wasn't just because she was alone.
“Are you going to stay here tonight?” Wayne asked, pulling her close to him so she could rest her head on his chest.
“I should go home,” she said, though she settled into his arms and closed her eyes. She knew that she should leave, knew she should go to her own home. But his arms were warm and his touch was gentle and she drifted off to sleep.
She woke early the next morning, sneaking out so she could go home and shower, to try to pretend that last night never happened. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed it, or at least most of it, because she did. But she had a scene of guilt. She had once again broken the CBI rules. And she dreaded facing Jane, he would know. That was almost worse.
Though he had been the one to effectively put an end to anything that may have been happening between them, there was still an attachment. She still felt guilt about it no matter how ridiculous that was.
She arrived at work at the same tie she usually did, hoping that Wayne would be discreet, but not holding out much hope for it. So she sat at her desk trying to work with Wayne staring at her the whole time. She finally got a reprieve when he went to get coffee and almost jumped out of her skin when a gentle hand was placed on her shoulder and she felt a soft breath on her neck.
“You're glowing,” Jane whispered. “You must have had a good time last night.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” She mumbled, not wanting to draw attention.
“I just want you to be happy. I'm glad that you are back together, it makes me happy.”
And like that, he was gone. She missed the feel of his hand on her arm, his breath on her neck. Then Wayne sat back at his desk and smiled at her and she sighed. It was good.
With that, she looked down at her desk and moved on.
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 eight song, and the eight part of our tale, is what the whole thing is named after "Paradise Lost" by Steps.
Part 7
Paradise Lost - Steps
“Grace!” He gasped as he collapsed on top of her. In response, she moaned and sighed. She had given what she felt was an Oscar worthy performance and was exhausted by the effort.
“Wayne, that was amazing.” She sighed again as he rolled off her. She didn't know why we was here, not really. The radio talk show host had reminded her go what they had shared, and a post of her yearned for that closeness once again.
Showing up on his doorstep hadn't been planned. She had been out driving, trying to figure out the complicated emotions that were swirling in her head. And here they were.
“I've missed you,” Wayne said, rolling on his side to face her. She smiled.
“Me too.” She turned her head to face him. She had to admit, he was very handsome. She reached out to stroke his hard muscular expanse of a chest. This was what had first drawn her to him, his looks. That first night at the dreadful seafood restaurant she probably would have said yes, had Jane not called Wayne out. She had felt alone and awkward and could have used the comfort.
Looking back now, she was glad that she hadn't done it. When they did get together they knew each other so much better, the decision was done with a more level head. It wasn't just because she was alone.
“Are you going to stay here tonight?” Wayne asked, pulling her close to him so she could rest her head on his chest.
“I should go home,” she said, though she settled into his arms and closed her eyes. She knew that she should leave, knew she should go to her own home. But his arms were warm and his touch was gentle and she drifted off to sleep.
She woke early the next morning, sneaking out so she could go home and shower, to try to pretend that last night never happened. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed it, or at least most of it, because she did. But she had a scene of guilt. She had once again broken the CBI rules. And she dreaded facing Jane, he would know. That was almost worse.
Though he had been the one to effectively put an end to anything that may have been happening between them, there was still an attachment. She still felt guilt about it no matter how ridiculous that was.
She arrived at work at the same tie she usually did, hoping that Wayne would be discreet, but not holding out much hope for it. So she sat at her desk trying to work with Wayne staring at her the whole time. She finally got a reprieve when he went to get coffee and almost jumped out of her skin when a gentle hand was placed on her shoulder and she felt a soft breath on her neck.
“You're glowing,” Jane whispered. “You must have had a good time last night.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” She mumbled, not wanting to draw attention.
“I just want you to be happy. I'm glad that you are back together, it makes me happy.”
And like that, he was gone. She missed the feel of his hand on her arm, his breath on her neck. Then Wayne sat back at his desk and smiled at her and she sighed. It was good.
With that, she looked down at her desk and moved on.