Hey, everyone! This is my second fanfic ever, so constructive criticism and feedback are really appreciated! I've got some ideas for a second chapter if you guys want me to continue this as a two-shot, but I'm gonna label it as complete for now. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli and Isles or any of the associated characters or settings.
Jane is seated on a chair in an unfamiliar place. As she regains consciousness, she realizes that she's in Maura's living room. However, something isn't quite right. Her hands. She can't move them. They're tied together. Her feet as well. Her mouth is duct-taped shut. She's sweaty, and starting to panic. That's when she realizes.
There's a teacup on her lap.
"Hmmmph!" She tries to talk but she can't.
Just then she notices across the room, a figure. A woman. She's struggling, screaming. There's a man, too. Hoyt, It has to be.
"Jane! Jane help me! Please!" she hears the woman cry out. It's Maura. Maura!
"Moor!" Jane yells as she's trying to say Maura's name.
Hoyt then crosses the room and violently rips the tape keeping Jane from yelling to her best friend.
"MAURA!" Jane yells. "Maura I'm so sorry,"
Jane's eyes snap open, eagerly trying to escape from the horrible world of her nightmare. She's drenched in sweat, she's shaking.
"It was just a dream, Jane. Calm down," she mumbles to herself as she tries to catch her breath and get a hold of her bearings. She's freezing, where is she? She realizes that she's not at her apartment; she's in someone else's bed. She's in Maura's guest room.
"I'll just go to Maura's bed. It's fuckin' cold as hell in here," she thinks to herself as she gathers herself and steps out of the bed.
She slowly and carefully made her way down the long, dark hallway to Maura's bedroom, the only sources of light being the nightlights that Maura has lining the hallway for "nighttime walking safety."
As she reaches her best friend's bedroom, she quietly pushes the door open just a crack, to see the darkened silhouette of the Medical Examiner's sleeping figure. Jane tiptoes across the dimly lit room to the vacant side of Maura's huge, king-sized bed.
"God, she must get so lonely in this huge ass bed of hers," Jane thinks to herself as she gently climbs into bed next to Maura and pulls the fluffy white comforter over her body.
Maura begins to stir, which causes Jane to stiffen up like a board to prevent waking her friend any further.
"Jane?" Maura asks, still in a sleepy haze. "Jane, is that you?"
Jane flips onto her side so she's facing her friend, "Yeah, Maur. It's just me. Go back to sleep."
"Did you have another nightmare?" Maura asks, obviously concerned about the detective's health and well being.
Jane immediately stiffens up at these words. She doesn't like talking about her feelings with anyone, not even Maura. Especially not regarding her experience with Hoyt.
"What? Uhh, no, not really. It's fine. I'm fine. I'm just really cold, is all."
"Okay, Jane. Whatever you say. It is a bit chilly this evening, so I understand."
Maura lets out a small sigh as a shiver takes over her body, and it certainly doesn't go unnoticed.
"You cold?" Jane asks her friend.
"Well. Technically speaking I am not 'cold' per se, because my body temperature is estimated at about 97 degrees Farenheit. It's the outside environment that's 'cold' thus-"
"Okay Maur. fuck this,"
"Language, Jane!"
Jane sighs. "You're cold, I'm cold. You have body heat. I have body heat. Sharing is caring," Jane says as she promptly proceeds to snuggle the front of her body firmly pressed against Maura's back. Both women smile at the subtle but brave crossing of their friendship's boundaries.
As Jane shifts in place to get more comfortable, her bare foot gently brushes against Maura's, causing the M.E.'s own to quickly retract it from its previous position.
"Jane! Your feet are really cold!" Maura laughs. "Keep them to yourself!"
"Oh, sorry," Jane mumbles as she brings her feet back closer to her side of the bed. A few seconds pass by as a mischievous smile makes its way across Jane's face. She then proceeds to slowly move her foot over to Maura's leg, gently rubbing it along the length of the doctor's toned, smooth calf.
Maura gasps at the sudden contact. "JANE! Stop that!" Maura begins to giggle and is soon joined by the sound of Jane's laughter as well.
"Jane do not touch me with your cold feet!" Maura warns.
"Shh," Jane responds in a low whisper.
"Did you just shush me?"
"Shhhhh" Jane repeats, this time more exaggerated.
"Jane-"
"You're ruining it," Jane mumbles as she snuggles her face into the back of Maura's neck. Maura then flips around so she's facing her friend. As she does this, Jane's lips barely graze Maura's forehead due to the closeness of the two women.
"Sorry," Jane mumbles while moving back slightly.
"Jane friends don't do this," Maura says, much quieter than she intended.
"Do what?"
"Do…" Maura motions between herself and Jane. "…this".
"Maur we do a lot of things normal friends don't do."
"I know,"
"Yeah?"
"So what now?"
"What do you mean?"
"What happens next? Do we continue spooning until we both fall asleep or are you warm yet?" Maura teases.
"Maura! We are not spoon-" Jane starts, but then looks at their current situation. "Okay we are. But no. I'm still cold and I want to stay like this. Capisce?"
"Ca-peesh," Maura responds, laughing at Jane's choice of words.
"Night, Maur,"
"Goodnight, Jane,"
30 seconds hardly pass by before Maura speaks up again.
"Jane?"
"Mmm?"
"Look at me," says the M.E.
"Sleeping," mutters Jane.
"Jane-" warns Maura.
Jane slowly opens one eye and focuses in on Maura. Maura then proceeds to give Jane a quick kiss on her cheek, but dangerously close to the corner of her mouth.
"Oh- I, um…I'm sorry. I meant to kiss your cheek, like as a friendly gesture but it's dark so I couldn't really see-" starts Maura, but she's interrupted by Jane.
"You missed," she says in her low, raspy voice.
"I know- I'm sorry,"
"No, Maur." Jane says. "You missed my mouth," Jane states as she puts a scarred hand on Maura's soft cheek. The detective then leans in slowly until she can just barely feel Maura's warm breath on her lips. She then closes the remaining distance between her and her friend, softly pressing their lips together in a sweet, sleepy kiss.
"Goodnight, Maur," Jane smiles as she softly brings her hand down the length of Maura's side to rest on the small of her back. Jane then closes her eyes and sighs as she goes to sleep.
Maura can't help but smile as she reaches up to softly touch her lips with her first two fingers.
"Finally," Maura thinks as she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.