Yeah...another story. I'm sorry…but I'll try to make another chapter for Possibilities.
And oh my God, no g!peen Jane? It's strange...but this plot just popped up in my head and couldn't stay out!
Summary: A divorced Maura meets a widowed Jane. AU-ish, Ooc-ish. Ya, a more open Jane…not so prudish in here…..
I no own R&I—but I can dream…..right?
In Any Way
chapter one
Maura woke up to the sound of thumping—her heart lurched up in panic before she realized that was Bass making his way around. After six days of getting divorced, she settled in this quaint house.
The settlement paid off more than she expected and the leftovers sat in her bank account. She received gifts of consolation from her adopted parents, knowing they had the best of interests and intentions in their heart. But she felt as though no one was paying attention to her—it was a feeling she known before meeting her ex-husband, and during the times where neglect was often.
Maura sighed, rubbing her temple. This was not what she needed; more depressing thoughts, they plagued her mind most of the time.
It made her wonder what Ian saw in her the first place. Why they married—better yet, why she risked marrying him, knowing he would put his African salvation first.
And he left, just like that. No good-byes, just a simple letter and divorce papers. She cried for two days straight, until her eyes stung and her throat swelled.
It was painful, she had to admit, but they were just using each other. There were no serious romantic aspects, or nothing she known about. Because ten dates after and a proposal, it did not equate to love. But rather a momentary lapse of consciousness and rational—where her heart longed for someone to come home to.
The phone rang, alerting her of her dazed mind and she stood up. The text on her phone was unknown, unfamiliar.
- "Hey, is this the new ME? Mind if we meet beforehand? I hate not knowing who it is."
But it seemed to hold a comfortable warmth and a smile curled her lips before she headed out to her new workplace. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad.
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She met with a woman who was a year older than her. Maura could see the scars on the woman's hand and tilted her head slightly. She was certainly beautiful, anyone would know that just by looking at her. But it was a roughly-edged beauty, one you could see up close and appreciate. Maura cleared her throat, hoping thus tall, dark-haired woman was the right one. Judging by the keen light in earthy eyes, Maura knew she was right. As strange as it was, she was led here, straying from table to table until the woman's presence filled her mind.
"I'm Maura Isles, the new Chief Medical Examiner." She held out her hand and met that piercing gaze with her breath held.
Jane grinned and took Maura's hand in her own, "I'm Jane. No need to be so uptight, Doc. I have a feeling we'll get along great."
She resisted the urge to correct Jane but nodded firmly and let her hand be held by Jane's. But she enjoyed the feeling of holding one's hand, where her skin was soft, Jane's was rough, calloused and warm. Jane seemed to radiate with a warmth. No doubt, Maura was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
"Mind showing me a tour of this establishment, Jane?" She said, almost flirtatiously. Her name was foreign to her tongue but it fit well. Maura shook her head a bit to rid of those thoughts, she knew this symptom.
It was her first sign of attraction. And she knew Jane had to be taken by someone else, no one could ever turn down this woman. She knew a relationship between co-workers wasn't always the best—besides, they were better suited for friendship. Maura felt happy, she felt…herself. Even if she didn't know anyone yet, it was a different atmosphere from the last place she worked for.
It wouldn't work out anyways, she could already tell the differences between their personalities.
"Maura?" Jane shook her gently, concern in her eyes. Maura smiled weakly, pushing Jane's hands off her shoulders—their touch burned her skin, making a shiver run down her spine.
"Sorry to startle you," Jane said softly, running a hand through her hair. Maura watched in fascination when Jane's curls returned to their normal place they had been before before shaking her head.
"It's not your fault. I'm just not used to feeling someone's touch on me right now." She instantly missed the warmth of Jane's hands on her shoulders. Glancing up at Jane, Maura tilted her head and smiled.
Jane seemed to hesitate for a moment, "why is that?" She asked. Maura felt a pang in her chest, even though Ian didn't had her heart now, it still hurt to think about it. Then she looked into Jane's eyes, feeling a sense of security that told her she could trust this woman—a women she met no more than one hour.
"Well, my ex-husband chose an illegal job over me. He's been busy for weeks before the divorce and we haven't had sexual intercourse for two weeks and three days." Maura stated, feeling sheepish when Jane appraised her with warm eyes. "So his touch has been faint in my memory and…I haven't been able to reach orgasm for one week, no matter what I tried."
Jane nodded in understanding. Maura saw the hesitation again and bit her lower lip, "Do you want to say something, Jane…?" She could see and hear Jane gulp, out of nervousness or anxiety; Maura didn't know.
"I know this will seem strange—but I'm not used to this and—" Jane rubbed her scarred palms, looking anywhere but at Maura. "I don't mean to be forward but—have you sought out a partner to help with your frustration….?"
Maura was flabbergasted, was this woman proposing an option to her…? Her heart thudded heavily between her legs and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, already wet and throbbing at the thought of Jane sating her desires.