Title: Jane Rizzoli Has Really Terrible Gaydar

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance

Rating: Light T

Pairings: Jane/Maura

Summary: Jane had always had terrible gaydar. She knew it, and she wasn't ashamed of it. She never thought she would need to use it, anyway.

Disclaimer: If I owned it, would I be writing fic for it? Probably, but I don't own it.

Author's Notes: Oh, the things I think of when I don't sleep well.

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Jane had always had terrible gaydar. She knew it, and she wasn't ashamed of it. She never thought she would need to use it, anyway.

But she never thought her gaydar was this bad. Jane had never called it with Maura―who she worked with every day―but she was pretty sure now. The blonde ME had Jane pressed into the couch in the detective's living room (When did she get so strong, anyway?) and was kissing her soundly. Her mouth tasted like strawberries, and her lips were unbelievably soft.

What was even worse than not guessing about Maura was that Jane had never guessed about herself. She was definitely enjoying the feeling of Maura kissing her, and it was pretty embarrassing that she had never considered that she might like the blonde as more than a friend.

If having terrible gaydar led to awesome make-out sessions, though, then Jane definitely didn't mind.

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