A/N: Hey guys! I know I'm in the middle of 'Dreams in My Head', but I'm in an impatient sort of mood, and I want to write some Rizzles without angst/uncertainty getting in the way. This is my attempt at established Rizzles ficlets, because I adore reading them. They aren't going to be in any particular order, just random little mini-stories as they pop into my head. I hope you enjoy!
1. Sunday Morning
The first thing Maura became aware of was that she was freezing cold. The pale winter sunshine was filtering through a gap in the curtains, doing nothing to warm up the room, and Maura's thermal pajamas felt about as helpful as silk ones against the icy air. Why the heck am I so cold? Suppressing a shiver, she looked down at herself to see that all her warm, winter covers had mysteriously disappeared. Blankets? She thought drowsily, feeling around for the thick winter duvet, but coming up empty. She squinted around, confused, and finally located the blankets – all of them – in a massive heap beside her.
She yanked at one half-heartedly, and the pile grumbled, twitching. Maura poked at it, and this time she got a muffled response. "N'yetMaur, lemmesleep…" She sighed, but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. Typical. Locating the corner of a particularly thick blanket, Maura gave an hard tug, bringing the entire heap collapsing towards her. A tousled head emerged, curls sticking out madly in all directions. "Wass goin' on?"
"You're such a blanket hog," Maura complained, poking Jane's shoulder and resuming her wrestle for the duvet. Grumbling incoherently, Jane burrowed back under the covers. "Jaaaaane," Maura groaned, attempting to unravel the elaborate nest of blankets her girlfriend had constructed in her sleep. Finally, she managed to uncover a bare knee, and she firmly pressed her hand against the warm skin.
"ArggggMaura…what'reyoudoin'?" Jane mumbled, flinching away from Maura's cold fingers. A dark brown eye peered at her from the depths of the blankets, blinking groggily. Maura chuckled, continuing to deconstruct the heap so more and more of her weakly struggling girlfriend was exposed. She wriggled into the tiny, warm space she had created, barely big enough for the both of them. But Maura didn't mind. She adjusted herself so that her head was resting against Jane's shoulder, hugging her around the middle. Jane sighed contentedly, happy again… Until Maura placed her cold feet against Jane's warm ones.
"Jeeeeeeesus, Maura!" Jane hissed through her teeth, trying to pull away, but the blanket burrito made it impossible. Maura giggled, placing her equally-cold hands on Jane's neck. Jane squeaked in protest, making Maura laugh more. Rolling over to face her (which was a feat in such a tight space), Jane grabbed Maura's wrists with her strong fingers, holding them fast.
"Thanks for that, I just love waking up on a Sunday morning to an ice-cold grope." The sarcastic edge to her retort was ruined by the grin on her face. Maura raised her eyebrows mischievously. "You think that was a grope?" Her hand disappeared into the blanket burrito, and Jane let out another squawk, her face a picture of absolute shock.
"Maura!" She said in a scandalized voice, attempting to squirm away again, but unable to suppress a laugh. She grabbed Maura's hands again, pulling them up to her mouth. "Jeez, your hands are freezing, woman! Here, let me warm you up with my hot-blooded Italian-ness." She breathed on Maura's hands, squeezing them in her warm ones. Maura scoffed at this. "The only reason you are so warm is because you stole all the bla-" Jane shut her up with a quick kiss before returning to her job as body heat donor.
When Maura's hands were finally a normal body temperature, Jane kissed the pale fingers. Maura smiled, showing her dimples, and Jane released her hands, kissing her girlfriend's soft lips. As she pulled away, Jane wriggled her eyebrows suggestively. "So… You wanna try that again without giving me frostbite?" It came out like a cheesy pick-up line, and Maura laughed again before pulling Jane impossibly closer, pressing her mouth against her girlfriend's in a deep kiss.
After a long moment, Jane pulled away, frowning. Confused, Maura raised her eyebrows in a silent question. "How are we supposed to take our clothes off in this?" She gestured to the blanket nest with such a pouty face that Maura chuckled. Her hands traced Jane's waist, then her hips, down to the hem of the oversize t-shirt. She felt the skin of the thighs underneath come up in goose bumps, and Jane's breath hitched. "First one to manage it gets a prize…" She breathed into Jane's ear, hand trailing up and down her thigh.
The t-shirt was on the floor before Maura even had a chance to tell her girlfriend what the prize was.
A/N: Woah. This chapter was intended to be fluffy and sweet, with play-fighting and cuddling… It took a bit of a smutty turn, didn't it? Oops.
I'm not sure what canon Maura is actually like in a relationship (cuz let's be honest, she hasn't been very lucky in love), but I couldn't resist the idea of her being all mischievous and sexy. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!