Disclaimer : Rizzoli & Isles is Tess Gerittsen's baby, adopted by Janet Tamaro and is currently in a serious relationship with Turner Network Television. The English language is pretty much public domain though. I hope.

Touch & Go

The sound of her growling stomach woke me up this time.

I let Jane sleep in as I showered and got dressed, set on waking her up with a hearty breakfast in bed to reward her for her champion performance last night… and this morning. Unfortunately, Jane Rizzoli's loathe of shopping apparently includes groceries.

For someone who eats as much as she does, it certainly boggles my mind.

I receive a few stares on my short stroll to the convenience store, proudly wearing my girlfriend's shirt and the pair of jeans I left last time I slept over, with my hair in a quick ponytail. I couldn't be bothered to dress up, knowing very well I'll lose the clothes when I set foot back in Jane's bedroom or her line of sight; whichever comes first.

I can't wait to get back and spend the rest of our day off making love (her lips and tongue and fingers are insatiable, as they should be) so I pick out some things to tide one appetite over before fulfilling the other.

She's pretty, I can't help but observe as soon as I lay eyes on the new checkout girl. I only notice because I've never seen her before. She's not exactly my type, but when I get to the front of the queue, a closer look begs the question of whether I even have a type.

Light hair, light eyes, light skin… More like Jane's type.

"Hi," I greet politely, almost caught staring.

"Hello," she smiles.

As she scans my items one by one, I find myself subtly checking her out… wondering if Jane would ever go for her.

Just as quickly as the thought comes, I shake it away. That's ridiculous. After the night we had, followed by this morning, there is no doubt in my mind that Jane is thoroughly satisfied with me. She is happy, as am I. Nothing could ever get in the way of that.

I fish out some money and hear a slight sniff. I look up and quickly look away when she catches my eye.

I'm not usually so insecure, comparing myself to other women. Could it be women's intuition? I shake my head again, feeling silly, as I pay and reach for my purchased items.

The checkout girl takes my wrist and I halt in confusion.

Her hand is cool, unlike Jane who is always warm, and the contact sends an unsettling shiver of goosebumps up my arm. My first instinct is to pull away, but she doesn't hold onto me for long. She just leans in an inch and takes a breath, closing her eyes briefly.

She bites her bottom lip trying to tame a grin, and with her voice just above a whisper, she speaks again.

"Jane, right?"

My jaw hangs open; stunned. How…? I can only stare dumbly, nodding once.

"Right."

A/N: Exclusively by JILL SCOTT. Thanks for reading this half-shot.