The Psychadelic Purple Bean Bag Chair Trick
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry…c'mere." Jane had her arm wrapped around Maura's shoulder and pulled the smaller woman to her chest, resting her chin gently atop Maura's head and rubbing her back in comforting circles. "What can I do?"
Maura sniffled a little. "Nothing Jane. Just this. Thank you." She closed her eyes and breathed in the comfort that was her best friend. For now, she felt content to be silent and enjoy Jane's gentle ministrations. Jane rocked her a little. Maura felt loved. The sadness lifted and Maura leaned into Jane a little more closely. Jane wrapped both arms around Maura and continued rocking her.
"Hey Maur?" Jane whispered.
"Mnnnnn?" Maura felt the bubble break, but her contented trance was slow to let go.
"How many times have we sat on these same steps comforting each other after some kind of break up….or man disaster?" Jane smiled into Maura's hair; it was time to start motivating Maura to speech and movement.
"Man disaster, Jane? Really?" Maura smiled and spoke, but she did not move.
"Yeah Maur, man disaster. It's like a phenomenon. You know…you, me, men – disaster. We have done this before you know. And I have to say these steps are no more comfortable than the last time, or the time before that. Or the first time, or all the other times in between. Think we could move this inside? Find a couch? A bar stool, a bean bag chair? Something a little less hard on the ass?"
"You have a bean bag chair, Jane?" Maura chuckled into Jane's chest, and Jane smiled. Movement. Speech. Great. Maura was snapping out of it. Jane started to pull away slowly and Maura sighed. "Ok Jane," Maura submitted, "take me to this bean bag chair of yours."
"You'll love it Maur, it's totally psychedelic purple…it's so kitsch, it's almost cool!" Jane's enthusiasm was infectious; so smiling and quirking an eyebrow at her best friend, Maura moved to stand up with Jane's help.
"Jane Rizzoli, you so do not have a psychedelic purple bean bag chair! I have been in your apartment at least 500 times, and have not once seen this chair of yours!" Maura grabbed Jane's hand as Jane climbed the stairs.
"You're right Maur, no psychedelic purple bean bag chair. But I do have a couch, and my butt is numb. I also have beer and wine, and maybe something else that's psychedelic and purple, and ice cream and take out menus and TV and heat." Jane looked back at Maura with a smirk. The blonde opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it, and simply smiled back. Did Jane just make a reference to a sex toy? And joke about it? Maura gave her head a slight shake. Her friend could be very surprising sometimes.