Title: Put A Little Love In Your Heart
Show/Pairing: Rizzoli & Isles, Jane/Maura
Rating: M
Summary: Christmas Eve in the Rizzoli-Isles household. Fluffiness and sexiness ensues. Probably more fluffiness than sexiness but quite a bit of both.
Notes 1: Blame Maura for how long this is and how long it took me to write. She was being a little minx and insisted I write it all down. ;)
Notes 2: This is the full version of the story that I had temporarily posted (then removed) called 'Rizzlesmas'
Notes 3: PS, I live in a world somewhere in Season 1/2. Because I'm much happier there. :)

They'd been looking forward to this since their first date, though probably neither one would have admitted that. Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve together. And with the promise of waking up Christmas morning not just not alone, but together. Both of them had had enough loneliness, enough relationships of convenience, and enough false family merriment in their lives to know that there was a difference.

So after having a quick toast with Korsak, Frost, and Frankie after work, Jane and Maura excused themselves for a relaxing evening at home.

And while it might not have ranked on a list of 'most romantic ways to spend Christmas Eve with your significant other', it was nothing short of perfect for them; it was exactly what they had both wanted.

Quiet, just the two of them, Chinese ordered in, Maura's favorite vintage wine uncorked, modest but lovingly decorated tree casting a warm glow in the corner of an otherwise unlit room, followed by cuddling on the sofa under a blanket while watching the antics of Bill Murray in Scrooged playing on the TV.

As the movie spun its interpretation of the well-worn and well-known story, both women settled into it. Forgetting what they saw in their everyday lives. Forgetting the cell phones that still might ring. Forgetting the small annoyances of job and family and responsibility. And even forgetting the past.

Because for Jane, well Jane could hardly even fathom life before this anymore. This... this... this simplicity. Someone's head on her shoulder. A hand on her thigh. The soft sounds and vibrations of someone else's laughter at various lines and moments in the movie. Red and blue and yellow and green lights casting this someone's face in the most beautiful of shades. Sharing this movie, this silly movie, but this tradition, her tradition, her family tradition... sharing it with someone. With Maura... It was...well, it was unbelievable.

And for Maura...for Maura it was also just as beyond comprehension. How many Christmases had she spent alone at a boarding school? Or in an otherwise vacant medical school dorm room, or on a plane heading anywhere that wasn't her empty house? Or... or working? God, how many Christmases had she spent with corpses? It was almost a cliché, almost laughable. Almost.

But now here she was. Warm inside and out. Content inside and out. Complete.

Happy.

All but for one simple addition to her life. One syllable. Four letters.

Jane.

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