Author's note: Hello there! I would just like to say that this is my first ever venture into fanfiction. So, ahem, you know. Anyway, this is the first chapter of a (possibly quite long) Rizzles story. First chapter is quite short, so give it a chance and review. Advice is very welcome, so if you see any mistakes, please, point them out(not rudely, though)! Also, English isn't my first language, so if something sounds a little weird, that might be the reason why. Also, if someone would be interested in being my beta, send me a PM.
Also, question: if I were to add a murder or two in the story, would that be okay? It wouldn't be anything personal like Hoyt, but I do have a few ideas for some cases.
Disclaimer(aka the painfully obvious truth): Rizzoli & Isles and its characters belong to TNT. I don't own any of them(obviously), otherwise Jane and Maura would already be together and most of the writers I'd employ would be fanfic writers xD
Chapter 1: Overindulgence
"Jane! I wasn't that inebriated!"
That was apparently the wrong thing to say, as Jane started laughing so hard she was grabbing her sides and gasping for breath.
"Oh my god, Maur! You did not just say that!"
Maura just stared at Jane, eyebrow raised in challenge.
"Really, Maur? Okay, I'm not even going to try to count how many drinks you had, so let's just do a quick recap of last night."
Emphasizing her "proof" with her fingers, Jane started recounting the events of the previous night at the Dirty Robber.
"You not only willingly participated in our drinking contest, but also finished in a very close second. You flirted with most of the detectives and officers in the bar, some of which were women, by the way. And to top it all off, you danced with… ugh… Frost and then proceeded to tell me, and I quote: 'Jane, while it is true that I have no intention of pursuing a romantic relationship with Barold, he is a very handsome man and quite an exquisite male specimen'. Ugh, vomit! I mean, come on! Frost, really? Yeah, Maur, I'd say you were pretty wasted."
Maura's challenging stare falters a little bit at the mention of detective Frost, but the honey blonde quickly regains her composure, striding towards Jane with purpose.
"Is that so, Jane? Then, if you will, explain how I can remember this and you cannot."
The kiss is so unexpected that Jane gasps. Maura wastes no time in deepening it, the feeling of Maura's tongue in her mouth sending sparks in every part of the detective's body. The passion escalates, the touches turn desperate. The feelings are so overwhelming that… "Ah!"
Jane gasps, jerking awake. Vision and thinking clouded by arousal and shock, she tries to take in her surroundings. She has to stifle another gasp when she realizes that not only did she just have an inappropriate dream about her best friend, but she was also sleeping next to said friend.
Jane freezes in shock. She knew she was attracted to Maura, but she never, ever, had those kinds of dreams.
This had to stop. She had obviously overindulged herself, staring at Maura when she wasn't looking, daydreaming about feeling that amazingly… how would Maura put it? Exquisite. That amazingly exquisite… perfect body under her fingers… Feeling herself getting aroused, Jane shook her head to get rid of the vivid images forming in her mind.
She had gotten careless. No more daydreaming. This kind of thing was never to happen again. Too… dangerous… m-Maura… know… lose... mmph..
And so, Jane Rizzoli fell into a deep, dreamless slumber, completely oblivious to one very awake Maura Isles staring wide-eyed at her.
