The Metropolitan

Chapter 1: The Bittersweet Beginning

*Note: I don't know where I'm going with this. I'm not even sure if this is going to be continued. I've never written anything with Rizzles but I love them so much along with SwanQueen, I wanted to try this. Reviews are always appreciated.

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Detective Jane Rizzoli emptied her beer bottle in one long swig. She needed all the liquid courage tonight.

She waited in her dark booth. The silver brimmed clock across the room ticked away the long minutes. The bright lights of downtown Boston was visible outside the window. Cars rushed past in the busy streets. Jane ordered another bottle.

The bartender was hard at work. The demanding patrons kept her from sending the usual soft glances along her way. Jane tried to catch those eyes again, but the girl turned around to fill another pitcher. Dejected, she slouched back on her seat. Someone tuned the old jukebox back to rock and roll. Jane lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke in the air.

Maura Isles. She had said that name a thousand times in her head the first time she heard it in this bar. She memorized the sound of it coming out like a soft whistle through those luscious lips. She imagined the twinkle in her hazel eyes, the long eyelashes, and the blonde curl she tucked behind her ear gently as she poured Jane her drink. Of course, that wasn't all she had noticed the first time around. She'd be the world's worst liar if she didn't admit to giving her a once over every time Maura turned around, or that her eyes didn't wander when she leaned over to place her drink on her table. Jane couldn't take her eyes off her.

She could tell the bartender enjoyed her company. Sometimes a brush along her arm when taking her order, a bright smile when she walked through the doors, or a drink on the house gave her all the green lights she needed. Every other night she'd stay back until Maura closed, then walk her to her car, chatting on the way.

"Have you always been a bartender?"

"It's something I'm trying..."

"I don't think I understand."

"Just for experience you know."

"So you only work once a week? What do you do the rest of the time?"

"I'm a med student at BU"

"Oh!"

"Have you always been a cop?"

"Pretty much. Yeah."

"I like your badge."

"Thank you."

.

"Sorry, didn't get a chance to talk to you today."

"That's okay. This...this is okay...we're talking now."

"Did you...you didn't wait all this time just to talk to me, did you detective?"

"Call me Jane."

She had smiled.

"Well, Jane?"

"Maybe..."

She had chuckled softly, playing with her car keys.

.

"That bastard, how dare he?! I will fucking throw his slimy ass into-

"Jane, really, it's okay."

"No it isn't! The shit he was saying about you...your...damn it!"

"I was about to throw him out anyway, you didn't have to punch him and break his jaw!"

"He was being an asshole to you!"

"I can take care of myself, detective."

Jane had shuffled her feet, grumbling under her breath. Before stepping into her car, Maura had turned around suddenly, not giving Jane a chance to step back. She had leaned into her and planted a kiss on her cheek, "...but I do appreciate the help, detective. That bastard got what was coming to him. Thank you for your kind service."

"Anytime...ma'am..." She had jokingly saluted her.

Maura chuckled and hugged her.

"Thank you," she had said again, in a whisper, and got in her car. Jane had stood under the streetlight with a huge grin on her face.

All of those moments were making her smile now. She watched the last patron walk out of the bar, whistling happily. Maura turned off a couple lights and started wiping the counter. Jane got up from her seat and walked over.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Maura looked up, smiling, and Jane lost all the words she was going to say.

...I have to say something...I was gonna say...goddammit what was I gonna say...you're gorgeous...you're interesting...go out with me...dammit what do I say?!

She rubbed the back of her neck. Cleared her throat. Shuffled her feet. Nothing allowed the words to leave her mouth. The hazel eyes were watching her intently.

"I...um...Maura...I w-was...wondering...if you would-

"Yes."

Jane gaped at the woman.

"But you don't even know what I'm asking!" she blurted out.

"Whatever it is. Yes."

"Oh fine then, I'll pick you up at midnight tomorrow. Bring your shovel."

"...bring my...?"

"Yeah, we're going to rob a grave"

"Jane I don't see wh- oh! Its a joke!" Maura saw the grin she was fighting to keep off her face. It earned her a swat on her arm, "Oh you're terrible! For a minute I actually thought you were suggesting we run off to the graveyard. Well, as a medical student the idea of corpses don't horrify me but I'd rather we did something...nice...for our first date."

"...like?" Jane raised her eyebrow.

Maura chuckled and pulled her closer. As Jane wrapped her arm around her waist, she tiptoed and kissed the detective on her lips.

Jane tasted the cherry gloss Maura painted her lips with. She felt the long fingers tangling into her curls. She held her against her body as their kiss lingered.

Maura...Maura...Maura...

"Something like this..." Maura whispered as they came up for air, still held tightly in Jane's arms, "maybe more..."

"More is good." Jane mumbled, capturing her lips again.

...

She missed again. The ball smacked against the metal rim and bounced off in the distance.

Emma let out a frustrated groan, and unzipped her blue hoodie. She threw it on the side and fanned herself with her sweaty white t-shirt. Her bandana was soaked and plastered over her blonde curls. The night was exceptionally humid for September, and she had been practising for hours.

She couldn't concentrate.

Final tryouts next week...gotta make it...gotta make it...

She picked up the basketball and tried the layup again. It bounced back.

"...you're a horrible kisser..."

"Is that so? Well we still have five minutes in this trap hole might as well use it to practice..."

"Mmmm..."

She froze on the spot as the memories flooded her mind.

Dammit it was a stupid dare...it meant nothing...she said it meant nothing...I can't let this stop me...

It was dark. They were standing so close together. Someone was cheering them on outside, counting down the seven minutes.

She was yanked forward by her collar, her lips crushed. Emma didn't protest. She didn't pull back. Her lips were soft. Their breaths were getting heavier. Legs wrapped around her waist, she held her up against the closet wall, pressing into her, losing herself in the scorching kiss.

She wanted to pull her hair, bite her lips down. She wanted to rip her clothes off and touch her everywhere. But time was ticking by so fast...so fast...

Then it was all over. She was thrown off, left in the dark to fumble with her buttons while the other girl stormed past.

"This means nothing," was all Emma heard before Regina Mills slammed the door close behind her.

Emma took a few deep breaths. Cleared her head.

It meant nothing...it meant nothing...she won't even look at me...it meant nothing...

She tried again.

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Jane knocked on the poster covered door. The strums paused on the other side.

"What?"

"You're not supposed to be up this late. Don't you have class in the morning?"

"So?"

"So, bed. Now."

"Can't sleep," Emma mumbled and plucked the low E.

"Wanna talk about it?" Jane asked.

"Nah"

"Well keep it down then would ya? I've got a lady in the house."

Emma smirked and looked up at her, "you scored, sis?"

"Big time," Jane grinned, "put ear plugs on or something it might get loud."

"Ew! Get outta here!"

Laughing the detective shut the door and walked down the hall into her own bedroom. Maura was waiting for her under the covers.

She took her shirt off. Her pants. Maura pulled her down on top of her, claiming her lips. Her bedroom windows were open, letting in the soft nightly breeze. Jane kissed her everywhere. Her smooth shoulders. Th length of her neck. The swell of her breasts. Her quivering abdomen. Her lips lingered between Maura's slender legs. Her scent was intoxicating. Her taste maddening. Jane lost herself. Maura cried out her name, clutching dark curls under her fingers.

Faint tune of November Rain floated into the room. A guitar played down the hall with a quiet voice singing along:

Nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

Their bodies moved in rhythms of their own. Rising and falling. Slow and fast. Whispers and moans. Sweat beaded on heated skins.

"Wow..." Maura whispered as they lay awake after. She was curled up within Jane's arms, leaning on the detective's chest. Jane was playing with her blonde curls, she kissed the top of her head. Maura smiled.

"Stay the night?" Jane asked, tracing circles on her lover's back.

"Mmmm...I'm way too comfortable to move anyway..."

The detective chuckled and pulled the bed sheet over their bodies.

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It was disgusting, Emma thought bitterly as she watched the brunette.

She was sitting on his lap, right in the middle of the food court. Him and his dumb friends ogling her like some prize up for grabs. She's better than that.

Regina Mills wouldn't even spare her a glance when she walked past their table. Emma couldn't catch the dark brown eyes when she stood in line for her burger, fries and chocolate shake. She sat down on an empty table, watching her laughing at his jokes, kissing his cheeks. Flirting...

The monster inside her was screaming in protest. But what could she do.

Emma imagined herself storming right up to their table, grabbing the piece of shit by the neck and kicking him in the nuts, then taking Regina's hand and pulling her away. They would walk out of this place and go somewhere where she could finally look into those gorgeous eyes and tell her those seven minutes in a dingy closet meant everything. Everything.

But Emma stayed on her table and quietly munched on her burger.

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