Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Yadda yadda yadda.
My sincerest apologies in advance to everyone who might feel offended at the reason Jane doesn't want to watch that particular movie. Never meant to hurt or offend anyone.
This chapter is rated T for now, will probably go up to M within the next chapter.
Hope you enjoy!
„Really Maura, really?" Jane asked incredulously, not even bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice.
It could have been such a wonderful evening...
She had a Meatlover's pizza. She had enough cold beer. She was seated on a very cosy couch. And she had the lovely Maura Isles beside her. What else could she possibly want?
Well, for starters she wanted Maura to take off her silken dressing gown. Jane had caught a glimpse of what the lovely doctor wore underneath when Maura had opened the door to let her in. A burgundy negligee, hugging Maura's curves perfectly and deliciously showing off two of her biggest assets.
Moreover, Jane wanted to spend a relaxing evening with Maura. She wanted to simply enjoy their sleepover. She certainly wasn't in the mood for difficult fare that evening. Maura couldn't be serious.
"No way, Maur!" Jane shook her head no.
When their weekly sleepover routine had started, they had even watched sports. Jane thought Maura had agreed on it for Jane's sake, but soon learned that the good doctor had a hidden agenda. At first Jane had believed Maura was developing a passion for sports and that thought had made her utterly happy. However, her happiness had vanished instantly when Jane had realised the only passion Maura was developing was passion for the athletes. Or for certain body parts of them to be more precise.
"Hmmm, look at that triceps brachii muscle... Ohhh, and his obliquus externus abdominis muscle is beautifully proportioned".
Jane exactly remembered her sudden pangs of jealousy and she certainly couldn't forget the way Maura was licking her lips after admiring the..., well, whatever it was Maura had been admiring.
"I'm beginning to like sports, Jane!" Maura had said still ogling some guy's gluteus maximus muscle.
Jane had decided that sports were off-topic from then on.
Maura clutched the DVD cover to her chest, smiling radiantly at Jane. She was obviously excited about her choice for the evening. Seeing the excitement in Maura's beautiful eyes, Jane lost some of her stance and couldn't help herself but smile lovingly back at Maura. God, how she loved that woman. Not that she would ever let her know, but Jane felt it every time she looked at the stunning ME.
But still, she had no intention of watching that particular movie. Not tonight, not ever.
Maura knew exactly that Jane would sooner or later give in to her pleadings. Jane had never been able to refuse a request from Maura. It might have taken some blatant flirtation, but Maura had always got what she wanted from Jane in the end. Maura loved that she had that effect on Jane as much as she loved Jane, but that was a path she wasn't ready to take let alone talk about yet.
Maura looked at Jane with puppy dog eyes.
"Jane, I would really loooove to watch it. It's award-winning and highly recommended" she said sweetly.
"Highly recommended, eh? By who?"
"By whom!"
"Good God, you infuriate me at times, you know that Maur?" Jane answered, the exasperation clearly visible on her face.
"Alright, recommended by whom?" Jane asked through clenched teeth.
"Recommended by me, by all means." Now it was Maura's turn to look incredulous.
"Of course, I should have known..." Jane rolled her eyes. A facepalm came to her mind, but she quickly dismissed the thought.
Maura was serious. And she couldn't for the world of it understand why Jane wouldn't simply believe her. There was no plausible denying that she had a taste for the finer things in life and it wouldn't be detrimental to Jane to follow her lead.
"I have eclectic taste, you should know that by now." Maura stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, and you're so humble about it too, Maur. Modesty's your middle name, right?" Jane asked, enjoying their banter tremendously.
Both of them were grinning and Maura felt quite sure she had won.
Jane held Maura's gaze, smirking at her, finishing off her beer with large gulps.
After setting the bottle onto the table she turned towards Maura, taking Maura's hands in her own, settling them in Maura's lap.
"Maura, Sweetie. We both know that you have me pretty much whipped, that's no secret..."
Jane knew it, everyone knew it.
"I really have no idea what you're talking about." Maura tried to sound indignant, failing miserably as she broke into a huge grin.
Jane could have taken her right there and then, but alas that was not an option.
"Of course you don't, Maur" Jane replied with a saccharin-sweet smile.
"Anyway, I'm not gonna watch it. Forget it, Maura. For God's sake, it's a French movie!" Jane was on the verge of shouting.
"And why would that be a problem again?"
"Because!" Maura was infuriating her more and more. Why couldn't she get the point? And she was supposed to be the smart one of them...
"Maura, upon mature reflection I've come to the decision that I politely decline watching this movie on account of my francophobia." Jane was tremendously proud of herself for coming up with that retort and rewarded herself with her second beer.
Maura was dumbfounded.
"Jane, I didn't know you had it in you. Deep down under all that street language of yours there's an eloquent terminology!" Maura clasped her hands in surprise, smiling happily at Jane who was slightly annoyed that she had to take her hands back from Maura's lap now that Maura's hands were gone.
"Yeah, I have my moments. Now don't be ridiculous. Let's just watch a good action movie and forget about this girly shitty French one." Jane sounded serious.
The moment she said it, she cringed. She knew what was to come. Maura would reprimand her for her choice of words. She always did.
But oddly enough, Maura didn't say a word. Amazed, Jane turned to look a Maura, who had averted her face from Jane. Maura's shoulders shook slightly, her bottom lip trembled and from what Jane could see from her sideways angle, it looked like Maura was crying. Or trying to for that matter. Jane grabbed Maura's shoulders and spun her around. Maura looked devastated. She even tried to squeeze out a few tears. But failed. Jane laughed out loud, she couldn't believe it!
"Oh come on, Maur. You know I can't watch you cry, but this helpless routine doesn't work. You have to get a lot better than that!"
The lovely doctor had just tried to make her fall for a ruse, and not even a very clever one at that.
"Oh, Maura. You're incorrigible. But you can't fool me, I'm a detective, you now?" She took another gulp of her beer, a satisfied smirk on her face.
Maura was pissed to say the least. She knew the tears were pushing it a bit too far, but she desperately wanted to watch this movie.
"Well done, Sherlock!" she muttered bitterly.
"And now that I don't have to concentrate on my being devastated any more, let me remind you of one thing, Jane Rizzoli! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!"
Jane laughed out loud, she knew that Maura couldn't pass up on that opportunity. She must have been dying to get that out, but couldn't let her little charade slip.
Time for a change of tactics.
Maura inched closer to Jane's side of the sofa and leant over Jane ever so slowly in order to get the remote from the side table. Maura's robe slipped open (what are the odds?), thereby revealing her amazing rack which was practically on Jane's eye level. Maura put her hand on Jane's shoulder for better balance and couldn't keep herself from ,accidentally' brushing her fingers against Jane's bare skin.
The usually chirpy detective was at a loss for words. She had the sudden urge to lick her lips, but gathered up all her courage not to do it with Maura that close.
"Hhmm, too bad..." Maura said as she was grabbing the remote and slowly leaning back towards her side of the couch.
Jane snapped out of her reverie - where the hell had that sultry tone come from?
"Too bad you won't even give it a try. I was actually looking forward to seeing it with you... Jesus, don't you think it is fairly hot in here?"
Jane actually thought so too, but obviously for different reasons.
To underline her statement, Maura slipped off her robe and fanned herself lightly. From the corner of her eye, Maura could see that she almost had Jane where she wanted her.
Now for the final attack. "Jane, my limbs are so sore from our workout, would it bother you if I stretched out a little over the sofa?"
Not even waiting for Jane's reply, Maura did indeed stretch out - with her head resting on Jane's thighs and her own thighs dangerously naked for Jane's eyes to roam over.
Jane was quite sure she had had an out-of-body-experience over the past few minutes. She had witnessed the whole scene through a haze and now that the mental fog slowly lifted she couldn't care less for the movie. The only thing she cared about was Maura's hand that had been placed tactically clever on Jane's bare thigh.
Damn her shorts! Why hadn't she decided on wearing her sweat pants tonight? And speaking of, she was beginning to sweat when that delicate hand of Maura's started its agonisingly slow way upward. Maura's hand stopped under the hem of Jane's shorts and caressed the smooth skin lightly.
Jane cleared her throat nervously, starting to feel the familiar ache between her legs.
"Goddammit Maura! Watch whatever you like! Just keep your hand still, will you?"
Jane omitted the part where she told Maura that if she didn't keep her hand still, Jane's hands might start a tour on their own, preferably heading for Maura's derrière.
"No, no, no, Jane, don't go down that train of thought..." Jane thought to herself.
"Oh, now you feel like watching it? How sweet of you, Jane. I knew you would come to your senses in the end..." Maura was extremely satisfied and couldn't stop herself from grinning widely as she hit the play button on the remote. And for the record, her hand didn't stop the caresses...
"Yeah, whatever. Your plan went well indeed, Maura." Jane answered only slightly annoyed.
"What is that supposed to mean" Maura asked, feigning innocence. "It was your decision, Jane."
"Sure it was! And no manipulation from your part, isn't that correct?" Jane's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"I really have no idea what you're talking about, Jane..." Maura had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
"Oh shut up and start the goddam movie, you busty wench!"