The sun is almost out. Jane knows this is something rare, waking up before Maura, holding her in her sleep.
The cotton of Maura's t-shirt is soft, it almost feels like a continuation of her skin; the curve of her waist is inviting.
Jane wonders how many more mornings. How many mornings watching her sleep, playing with her hair. She lays, wondering for a few minutes before she realizes that the answer is right there; among Maura's messy hair bun, on her half exposed neck. Many, many more mornings now
Comets always have their tail pointed against the sun; Maura was quietly reading a book last night, suddenly deciding to share that bit of information. Jane remembers it now, toying with her blonde hair that smells like the honey hair mask she likes to wear and their unmade bed.
Many, many more mornings now, since her realization. Since Maura has realized; one of them – it was probably Maura, when she comes to think about it, she is the one with a Medical Degree after all.
But now it does not matter who it was. The answer is within them.
There had been tears, and kisses. Mostly tears. And Jane now believes she has drawn all her energy trying to deny something that had always been there.
Maura wakes up and turns around really slowly into her embrace. Jane sighs into a kiss that catches her by surprise. She is happy she has one answer now, because she knows there will more questions to come.