A/N: I'm really awful at completing stories but life isn't all one story that ironically fits in with itself, so I figured why not write a series of drabbles about life between Jane and Maura? These moments don't necessarily flow together in any way. They're just bits and pieces of Jane and Maura's life as friends-maybe-lovers. They'll probably mostly be short and fluffy, although not necessarily romantic.


Maura and Jane were in the morgue, talking about something – Maura wasn't sure what.

"They ran out of muffins in the homicide unit," Jane said, beginning to cry. Maura felt obliged to join her, but instead grabbed her hand and made a vague promise of visiting the caves to get better muffins. The setting around them seemed to melt and suddenly they were in a bizarre mix of Maura's old boarding school and Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.

"I just wish they would stop trying to come after us," Jane said to Maura, who felt a sudden lurch in her stomach and found herself running alongside Jane, trying to escape "them" – whoever "they" were. She felt a sense of impending doom. Why were they always trying to kill her? It was because of her religion, and she knew it. She knew too much. How did they figure it out? She couldn't remember what exactly she knew or what her religion was; just that they knew that she knew. So she ran.

Jane pulled her into a nearby closet and she found herself falling backwards, her stomach sinking deeper and deeper as if she was actually plummeting to the ground. She felt, rather than saw, that the morgue was coming closer and closer, and she anticipated the pain she would feel once she hit the floor.

But no pain came. She slowed down and found herself safe and sound in Jane's arms.

"You thought I wasn't going to catch you?" asked Jane with a soft smile. She pulled Maura close to her and kissed her. "I'm always here to catch you."

And suddenly they were in Jane's apartment, in her bedroom, and Maura was having trouble getting her pants off. She grasped for the button but could not get a grip of it. Jane's steady hands helped her there, and soon they were both naked.

Maura almost felt Jane's warmth against hers as their bodies pressed together. She almost felt Jane's curls tickle her as Jane whispered dirty things in her ear. She almost felt Jane's lips on hers.

The one feeling Maura was very aware of was how her sex ached for Jane.

"Please," she whispered to Jane, "Please, Jane."

Jane reached down and slid her finger down Maura's slit, chuckling.

"You're so wet, Maura," she said. Somewhere in Maura's head, facts about natural lubrication spun around mixed with other things she couldn't be bothered to think about right now. She couldn't believe this was happening. How much she wanted Jane right now. She needed release, and needed it now.

"Make me come, Jane," she ordered. Jane slid down Maura's body and nestled in between her legs. Maura's whole body twitched when she felt Jane's tongue on her for the first time. Her desire grew stronger and stronger as she thrashed against Jane. She was so close…so close…

"Maura, wake up."

"What?"

Maura shot upright, immediately growing crimson as she took in her surroundings. Jane was next to her in her bed, looking at her strangely.

"You were making strangled gurgling noises in your sleep," Jane said, "and I wanted to make sure you weren't in pain or something."

"No," Maura said. "No pain." She did her best to put on a smile but was mortified and was sure that the blush on her face was very prominent.

Strangled gurgling noises, she thought. That is not how I want to sound in bed with Jane.

"Were you having a…?" Jane started. Maura shook her head frantically.

"How did you know what I was going to ask?" Jane asked with a smirk.

Maura could feel her face heating up even more. She knew it was written all across her face, but she maintained a straight face.

"Okay," Jane said, "I know it's personal so I'm not going to ask who it was about…unless you wanna tell me!" She laughed.

Maura was completely mortified. Who had a sex dream in her best friend's bed – about her best friend?

"I don't know what you're talking about," Maura said, scraping up her pride. She got out of bed and strutted out of Jane's room, stumbling when she heard Jane's raspy early-morning laughter following her out.


A/N: Please review. :)