Rizzoli and Isles don't belong to me! Can you guess which song this title is after? It's an easy one.
"Come on Maur."
Maura opened her eyes to gaze over the defeated slump in Jane Rizzoli's shoulder, and just by the way she stood, the doctor could tell the dark haired detective was on one of her last nerves.
"Buying a mattress is an endeavor that takes time, Jane." She chided, closing her eyes again. Jane groaned, a whine slipping into her voice.
"We've been here for two hours, and you've tried every bed here at least twice." She stomped her foot. "How much longer is this going to take?"
"I don't know." Maura sighed, and sat up, stretching the kinks out of her neck. It was true that her and her lover had been in the store for a good two hours, and it was also true that she had tried every bed in the room, but not twice. "It's a process Jane. One that takes careful evaluation. I don't want to pick a mattress I'll end up regretting in the near future."
"A process. Really, Maura?" Jane snorted.
"Yes, I go through several questions about each bed."
"Like?"
"Would I be able to sleep for a long period of time?" Maura counted off on her fingers. "Would I be able to sit and work on my laptop for more than a few hours? Watch television in bed comfortably?"
"Can't be uncomfortable while watching Discovery Chanel, damn right." Jane teased.
"Sex?"
Jane's mouth dropped open, and her eyes darted around the store quickly. "Maura!" She hissed. The doctor's words had drawled out of her, hot as hell, almost with a hidden promise. Jane's mouth had suddenly gone dry, and her pulse had quickened, she just couldn't help herself. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to ward off her stiffening nipples, to no avail.
"What? I want to make sure we'll be comfortable." Maura's eyes shone with amusement. "Can you imagine if our new mattress squeaked?"
"Ma would hear us." Jane chewed on her bottom lip. "We wouldn't hear the end of it."
"Well, that too. I was just thinking it'd be really annoying." Maura shrugged. "And as great as the couch is, it's not good for my back, and especially not for yours, since you already tend to slouch and stomp."
"I don't slouch and I don't stomp!" Jane snapped.
"Yes you do." The blonde hummed. "Those shoes will cause problems one day, you know? Your spine will be all out of of alignment, and I'll be sitting there, in my old age, telling you 'I told you so'."
"Our old age?" Jane snorted, and glanced down at her boots. "By then you'll have killed me by Google overdose. I won't have time to get a unalignmented spine or whatever it's called."
"It's a silent back killer, Jane, it's already working on you."
"Just pick a mattress already!"
The honey blonde smirked in response, loving the way her girlfriend was slowly but surely getting riled up. Her black hair was starting to come undone, and her foot was tapping out an irregular beat on the carpeted floor. Maura stood up, making sure her skirt rode up a bit, her creamy thighs exposed to the detective, who quickly noticed and absently licked her dry lips. She just adored these moments.
"I'll try just one more, and then make my decision, alright?" She walked over to the bed beside the one she had just tried, and stretched herself out on the pillow-y surface, her eyes closing in contentment. This bed was, simply put, perfect, and almost a fit to the one she had first purchased (the one she and Jane had tired out over the last few months) all those years ago. She had, in fact, been planning to order the same one from France, but after an unfortunate closing of her favorite store and the springs in her old bed suddenly giving in, she had had no choice but to frequent the Boston mattress shops for the last few weeks, dragging alongside her a very grouchy Jane, who was, indeed, no help at all. The blonde certainly hoped the store delivered, she didn't want to have Jane call Frankie, only to have the younger Rizzoli call Frost, and for all she knew, Korsak.
She felt the bed dip underneath her, and opened her hazel eyes to stare straight into Jane's chocolate ones. The black haired beauty had climbed up on top of her, arms stretched out by her head keeping her lithe body up, and a smirk played on the detective's face.
"If we're going to be buying a mattress together, shouldn't we try it out, together?"
Maura's breath caught in her throat.
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