Hey Everyone! So I know I said when I ended You Can Have It that I would be taking a break for a time from writing for this show. I also promised that if I did end up writing anything for R&I that I would make sure to get it out there, so I'm keeping that promise. I have listened to Easton Corbin's song Clockwork numerous times and for a long time I've thought it could make a good Jane and Maura story. Now I'm presenting you with that idea. Enjoy!
Clockwork
It was Friday night yet again. She sat on the couch flipping through the channels. She couldn't find a game to settle on. None of them seemed to be particularly interesting, so she just continued to flip.
She landed on one of the games for a moment and took a sip of her beer. She'd just swallowed when her phone began to ring. She knew instantly who the call would be from. Not because of the ringtone, though that was a dead giveaway too, but because it was nearing the time. The woman was precise, like clockwork.
"Hello?" she answered questioningly, as though she had no idea who would be on the other end of the line.
"What are you doing?" came the sultry voice at the other end of the phone.
"Watching TV," she replied nonchalantly. She was always sitting on the couch watching TV and drinking a beer when the call came. It was like the woman already knew what she was doing, but felt that she should ask anyway just as a formality.
Was she really that predictable; the fact that she was always doing the same thing? Or was she just comfortable with the life that she had? She wasn't sure. That might be something they should talk about some time.
"I'll be there," in a sexy voice was all she heard before the clicks and beep that signaled that the call had been ended.
She pulled her phone away from her ear and flopped it down on the sofa next to her. She took another sip of beer and ran her other hand through her wild mane of hair. All she could do now was wait.
The sound on the TV was turned down so a few minutes later she could hear the high heels as they clacked down the hallway towards her door. It was that slow, determined walk she had that was all business. She would be in a hurry tonight.
Seconds later a key slid inside the lock and fluidly turned to throw back the bolt inside. She key was removed as she stepped through the doorway. The door closed almost silently behind her. She slid her hand through her dark mane once more as she looked over at the clock that hung on the wall from her seat on the couch; yep 10:47, always right on time.
Again the slow, determined walk she had as the heels clicked against the hardwood floor in her apartment. First they neared the breakfast bar. No doubt so she could set her purse and keys down there. A few seconds later they came up behind her on the couch and stopped.
She could feel her hovering right behind her. The slowly she felt hands touch her shoulders and start to rub them. God did those hands know how to give a massage. She loved being on the receiving end of one. Tonight though she tried not to show just how much she was enjoying it. The she felt her start to lean over. She saw a flash of honey blonde in her peripheral vision.
Lips gently brushed her cheek and a series of light kisses were placed before she heard, "Well hello," husked right into her ear.
She felt a fire explode through her whole body instantaneously. God, what those two little words could always do to her. Whatever she had told herself about remaining strong and saying no tonight was out the window. She was going to fall hard and fast if she didn't control herself.
Somebody could probably get rich off of her if they made bets on really her saying yes when she kept saying she would say no. It was a weekly thing now; she wasn't going to do this anymore. She didn't want to be second choice or a mistress or whatever she had become, but every week she found walking down the same street and she always fell into the same trap.
"Jane," the whispered word pulled her from her internal struggle.
She shifted and leaned back slightly so that her face would be farther away from Maura's when she turned her head. She looked Maura in the eyes.
"Are you alright?" Maura asked her.
No, she wasn't really; but she couldn't vocalize anything, so she just nodded in response. Her eyes flicked back to the TV screen and Maura's eyes followed her gaze. "Oh, the game. Sorry, I know it's almost over."
She stood then and made her way around the couch and sat next to Jane. Not close enough that they were touching, but closer than Jane would have preferred. They sat still next to each other for a time just staring at the screen.
Just like earlier Jane didn't care about the game, but it gave her time to think about what she was doing. Hoping that for once instead of just standing in front of the freight train that was coming she could move for once. It wasn't long though before that became impossible.
Jane felt Maura's body slowly start to creep towards hers on the couch. Her arm slid behind her head. Seconds later Maura's hand was tangling itself in her dark wild locks. Her fingers slowly massaging the base of her neck and into her scalp. Jane was certain she had just melted into a pool of liquid on the couch.
"I've missed your lips," came Maura's sultry voice. That was all it took.
Jane turned her head and before she even had time to think about it her lips were locked with Maura's in an intense kiss. Both were hungry for the other and they battled for dominance.
Faster than Jane though humanly possible Maura was on her lap straddling her on the couch. Jane pulled her in closer so she could feel their bodies together. Maura's hands tangled in her hair once again as she leaned back breathless from their kiss.
"Bedroom," Maura said between heaving breaths. The intakes of breath gave Jane a nice view of some of her favorite Maura assets, but she knew she had a better one waiting for her just down the hall.
She helped Maura off her lap and stood herself. Before she could take a step though Maura was back on her. This time though, going for the pulse point of her neck. Jane just bent her head to give Maura better access. A moan slipping from her lips as Maura found it and nipped her there; instantly soothing her mark with her tongue.
Maura took a step forward meaning Jane had to take a step backwards; towards the bedroom. That was as far as they would make it for the moment. Jane reached out and pulled Maura into her letting her hands roam up and down Maura's back and down to where she could cup another one of Maura's assets that she loved.
Maura moaned her name at the feeling and Jane started moving her hands around the dress trying to find the hidden zipper she knew had to be on the dress somewhere. "It's on the side," Maura panted between breaths.
She reached over and started to slide down the zipper. She didn't get it all the way down before Maura's hands reached out and slipped underneath her BPD shirt. They splayed out on her abs and she couldn't help the muscle contractions that occurred with the touch.
"I have really missed your lips this week," Maura said again just before she captured Jane's passionately once more. This time she took several steps so they made it to the short hall that lead to the one bedroom of the apartment.
With one arm wrapped around Maura's waist Jane used the other to continue working at the zipper of the dress. She finally had it all the way down about halfway to the bedroom. They stopped so Maura could step out of it. Jane was sure she would want to stoop down and pick it up so it could at least be laid neatly across something in the bedroom to avoid any wrinkles.
To her surprise though Maura left it. They only made it a couple more steps before Maura started tugging on Jane's shirt signaling for it to come off. Jane obliged, tossing it somewhere down the hall. For all she knew it could have ended up in the living room; she wasn't too concerned about it.
It was Maura's turn to slip her hands around Jane's waist. Her fingertips caressing the bare skin and then barely dipping below the waistline of Jane's pants before continuing up her back. Each time though Jane notice that her hands slipped farther and farther below the waistline.
Jane, meanwhile, had kissed her way from Maura's mouth down her jaw and across her neck. She had made her way to the point she knew always caused Maura's breath to hitch and to moan a little. She couldn't help the smirk that found its way to her face as she continued to kiss and nip at the spot.
Somewhere along the way they had made it into the bedroom. The back of Jane's knees not hit the foot of the bed. She had crashed, just like clockwork.
Jane lay with Maura half on top of her. Maura's head was resting on her chest over her heart; listening to its steady rhythm. Jane had her arm wrapped around Maura's back.
They always ended up in some form of this position afterwards. At times exactly like this and others Maura would be holding her instead. As much as she wished it would, it never lasted.
Maura started to shift like she was getting out of the bed. "Don't," Jane pleaded. "Stay with me," she practically begged her.
"I would love to," Maura said as she leaned in and placed a light peck to Jane's lips, "but I can't. Jack and I are going out to breakfast in the morning and it's getting late."
Jane sat in silence. She didn't know what to say. She didn't understand why Maura would keep seeing him if she was over here every week sleeping with her. Why couldn't they have a relationship? They were already sleeping together what was stopping them from having the rest of it. Hell, half the department already assumed they were a couple, so why weren't they already?
"Stay," Jane said fervidly. "We'll go out to breakfast tomorrow. We can spend the day together doing whatever you want. Just stay with me." She was looking into Maura's hazel eyes; her own pleading for Maura to stay with her.
"I would if I could," Maura said halfheartedly, "but I've already made the commitment to it. I can't back out now. She leaned in and placed one more loving, but farewell, kiss to Jane's lips and slipped out of the bed.
Jane sat up and leaned back against the headboard of her bed. She watched as Maura gathered her scattered articles of clothing and stepped into them. She continued to sit there as she heard Maura's heels click down the hall and through the living room where she stopped at the breakfast bar and grabbed her purse and keys. She stayed still as the heard the clicking headed towards the door, heard the door open, and at last close behind her.
A tear slid down her cheek. It was always the same, like a movie she'd seen a thousand times. She hated the end, but she always hit rewind. Maura would call, she'd show up, say she'd missed Jane, they'd kiss and there they would go again. Then came the crash, the burn, Maura would leave, and she'd hurt. Like clockwork.
Thank you so much for reading! I will hopefully see y'all around again soon. As always I'd love to hear what you think in a review!