Hey, everyone! I'm Ash, and this is my first attempt at a Rizzles fic. :)
I'm keeping the rating high, for sexual references (and maybe more later, but I'm not sure about that yet).
I hope you enjoy! I really love reviews too if you have the time. :)
Casey kisses me, his warm mouth pressing passionately against mine. We lay entangled together, skin against skin, noses pressed together. I close my eyes, pulling even closer to him. The sweet, delicate scent of roses fills my senses… Wait, roses?
My eyes fly open in confusion, hands pausing on the now much smaller shoulders beneath them. "Maura?" I stutter, pulling back at the sight of my best friend's moonlit face. Casey's bulky, muscled body has been replaced by Maura's smooth, curvy one, and her melted-chocolate eyes are locked onto mine. "Jane…" She murmurs in a voice I've never heard her use before, a voice that causes a shiver to run through my body. Maura kisses me deeply, one hand entwined in my curls while the other traces all the way down my back. The electricity sparking under her touch is incredible, like nothing I've ever felt before.
I'm suddenly drowned by a potent cocktail of lust and love, running my fingers down the soft, bare skin of her back, feeling the curve of her spine. She sighs warm breath right into my ear, and my physical reaction is astonishing, my skin erupting into goose-bumps, hot and cold at the same time. My eyelids flutter closed as I attempt to draw her impossibly closer to me, our bodies perfectly fitting together, as though designed to never be apart. "Maura…" I hear her name fall from my lips, my voice even huskier than usual, her hands seemingly touching my entire body at once. "Maura…"
Jane shot upwards in bed, clutching at the sheets as she let out a strangled yelp. What the hell!? She fumbled around in the pitch darkness for her bedside table, her lamp, but her fingers only grasped air. What the freakin' HELL? She tried blinking a few times, but couldn't see a damn thing.
Cursing though her teeth, Jane blindly groped around, disoriented and utterly dumbfounded by the lack of table. No table means no gun. The thought whispered fearfully through her mind. She felt a sense of growing alarm, the familiar sensation of panic rising in her chest like a tidal wave. Unfamiliar and confusing situations had a strong impact on Jane, more so than she let on. The horrifying experiences in her past had left more scars than just the physical ones. Jane opened her eyes as wide as they could go, staring around, eyes straining. But the darkness revealed nothing – not a shadow, not a flicker of light.
"Where the- Holyshitjesus!" The soft hand that unexpectedly appeared on her shoulder caused her to screech the jumbled curse, jumping almost out of the bed. Her heart, already hammering, now practically choked her. "Jane?" The voice was groggy, evidently half-asleep, but concerned. "Are you alright?" A light flickered on, and finally, Jane realized the obvious, what she would have easily concluded if not for her blind panic – she was at Maura's house. Letting out a groan, Jane slumped back into the ridiculously luxurious sheets (in hindsight, the sumptuous fabric should have been her first hint) and ran a hand through her sleep-tousled curls. Her tensed muscles finally relaxed, and she rubbed at the sudden cramp in her calf.
She had stayed over after one of their 'movie-wine-and-beer' nights had run late, and as usual, Maura had insisted Jane sleep in her (admittedly huge) bed with her. "My couch lacks the structure of a mattress… won't support your spine properly… postural alignment issues… blah blah blah." It was always the same spiel, which Jane often interrupted with an eye roll, sigh, or grumble (depending on her mood).
But although she would never admit it, she enjoyed sleeping in the same bed as Maura. The sound of soft breathing beside her, the scent of vanilla sheet spray, the warm pressure of Maura's arm against hers after one of them shifted in their sleep… All these things spelled out comfort, peace, security. Jane often got her best sleep at Maura's for this reason.
Maura's hand was still resting on her best friend's shoulder, and her eyes were becoming more alert as she watched Jane's face closely.
"Are the nightmares back?" Maura's voice was soft, concerned, slightly throaty from sleep. That voice… Before Jane had a chance to reply, the dream come rushing back, images feverishly flashing through her mind. Casey. I was kissing Casey. But then… Oh my god, Maura's soft skin sliding under my hands… Her eyes alight with desire… Maura and I were…
Jane threw the sheets back, stumbling on the edge of the fabric in her haste. Her face was burning, and she suddenly couldn't look at Maura. Oh my god, did that really just happen?
"Uhm. Uh, no, I'm fine. I woke up and forgot where I was, and got kinda freaked out." She pretended to focus on straightening the shorts and t-shirt she wore, but was hyper-aware of her best friend examining her closely. "It was stupid." She finished lamely, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Maura didn't sound convinced (not that Jane could blame her). Jane finally looked up, forcing a neutral expression onto her face, and trying to slow her quick breathing. Maura was sitting cross-legged amidst the cloud-like duvet, in perfect lotus pose despite being woken abruptly in the middle of the night. As much as Jane tried not to stare, her eyes immediately took the image in, almost hungrily.
One strap of her blue silk camisole slipping off her slender shoulder. The curve of her chest, modestly covered by fabric, yet somehow ridiculously sensual. Her honey-coloured hair falling in untamed waves around her face, awash with golden light from the lamp beside her. The almost-invisible impressions on her pale cheek where the pillow had been creased, marring an otherwise perfect complexion. And finally, the warm, light brown eyes that seemed to see right through her. She met Jane's eyes with such concerned intensity that Jane had to glance away, sure that Maura would see exactly what she was thinking.
"Really, I'm fine, Maur. Sorry I woke you." Jane gave a small smile in an attempt to reassure her friend, grabbing at the doorknob to Maura's en suite. "I'm just, uh, going to the bathroom, go back to sleep." And with that, Jane threw herself into the bathroom, locking the door behind her with fumbling fingers.
Oh my god.
Jane sat heavily on the edge of Maura's bathtub, still trying to work out what the hell had just happened. She glanced up into the mirror, meeting her own gaze as she chewed fretfully on her lower lip. Jane was, by no standards, a prude, but that dream had heated her skin to what she swore was boiling point. She bit at her lip some more.
Maura. Her best friend. Did straight people normally have dreams about having sex with their also-straight best friend? Jane had no idea, but she sure as hell hoped so. There was no doubt that Jane loved Maura – the strange, socially awkward doctor was the closest friend she'd ever had. But it was entirely platonic, she reassured herself.
She loved Casey. Casey, who was so far away. Casey, who had left her in the lurch, with weirdly bittersweet feelings. Maybe she just missed him, and that was why she had the dream. Although she couldn't help but wonder why the Casey part of her dream had felt… almost boring, while the Maura part had been… Jane's face flushed again.
She was confusing feelings of friend-love with romantic-love. Jane had never really had a best friend before Maura… And her brain was interpreting the feelings totally wrong, resulting in that dream. That had to be the explanation.
Jane let out a soft groan, pressing her fingers against her closed eyelids. Rizzoli, you are finally losing your marbles.
By the time Jane had composed herself enough to go back to bed (it required a lot of water splashed onto her face and internal pep talks), Maura had fallen asleep again with the lamp still on. Tiny snuffling sounds were emitting from the mess of caramel-coloured locks, and one toned forearm was draped over her eyes.
Jane swallowed the lump in her throat as she slid in beside her best friend, taking absolute care to not brush against Maura as she leaned over to flick the lamp off. Limbs stiff as a doll's, Jane lay back down beside her friend with almost comical slowness. She allowed the darkness to swallow her whole, leaving her alone with her confusing thoughts.
This is my first Rizzles fic, so I hope it's not too OC – I always struggle when I write characters for the first time.
BTW: This story was partially inspired by the Anika Moa song 'Dreams in My Head' (specifically the lines "I have all these dreams in my head/Of you and I together, waking in each other's arms/But it's just a dream… It makes me quite sad/That it's unrequited love.")
Please let me know what you think of this chapter, and expect the second one soon. Thank you so much for reading! :)
