Title: You Have Good Taste
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Rating: T
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I'm not affiliated with the show. Don't bother suing me, I have no money.
"Why are you still sulking?" Maura questioned Jane as she sat down on beside her on the couch.
Jane's eyebrows raised. "I'm not sulking," she defended herself.
"Well, Jane, you've been sitting on my couch pouting long enough for me to feed Bass, take a shower, brush and floss my teeth, put lotion on, get dres—"
"OK," Jane cut her off and directed her attention back to Maura's fancy new TV set long enough to see the opposing team hit a home run. "This is bullshit!"
"Watch your language, Rizzoli!" Maura shoved her teasingly and grabbed a beer from a case on the other side of the detective. "I can't believe I like this beer."
"That's because I have good taste," Jane boasted.
The game was almost over and Jane wasn't proud of the Red Sox tonight. She gazed down at the table uninterested in the TV any more, her jaw dropping when she noticed that Maura had drank twice as much as her. "Are you drunk, doctor?" She looked Maura straight in the eyes and held back a grin.
"Not really," her greens eyes twinkled back.
"Don't lie to me, Maur. You must be drunk by now. I feel tipsy and you drank much more than I did."
"OK well m-maybe, because I wouldn't lie to you…" In attempt to stand up, Maura flew back into the couch and Jane was hysterical.
"Here, I'll help you up," Jane stood up, wiped a tear from her eye and offered her arms out to her friend.
Maura was leaning on Jane with her arms around her waist as they walked through the house. "Where are you taking me?"
"Huh?"
"I don't want to sleep now."
The brunette smirked, "Aren't you tired? You probably got up two hours earlier than me so you could be sure that you looked perfect," she sat Maura on her side of the bed "Wait here, I'm going to find some clothes to borrow. Is that alright?"
"Sure!" she replied happily dazed and confused.
After Jane gathered some comfy clothes from Maura's bedroom she traded her v-neck and slacks for yoga shorts and a tank top. She came back in the bedroom to find Joe Friday interested in playing with Maura, who was now on the floor trying to pet the excited dog. "Fine. I'm lying down. Don't do anything dangerous," Jane crawled under the covers in search for warmth and turned off the lamp beside her. Maura followed her into bed less than a minute later. She crawled on top of her very tired co-worker and straddled her on top of the blanket.
"Um, I'm warm enough Maura," Jane huffed "Thanks anyway."
The lighter haired woman only chuckled, showing off her dimples and beautiful smile.
"Your hair is still wet! What do you think you're doing?" Jane tried to lift her off, which probably wouldn't have been a problem for her wonderfully sculpted body to handle if she hadn't of been all tired and slightly inebriated. So she pulled Maura toward her instead. She gave in and flopped beside Jane, still smiling at the struggling detective.
"I'm bored," Maura chirped. Jane's eyes were still quizzical and she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. Maura joined her under the covers and started mumbling something about 0.16 to 0.20 blood alcohol concentration and how she wouldn't be getting her REM sleep if she passed out.
Jane laughed under her breathe as she kissed the drunk doctor's cheek, "You're lucky you're cute, you know that?" She kissed Maura's neck, "I shouldn't have to put up with this when I'm trying to sleep."
"You have good taste."