Disclaimer : Rizzoli & Isles is Tess Gerittsen's baby, adopted by Janet Tamaro and is currently in a serious relationship with Turner Network Television. The English language is pretty much public domain though. I hope.
1. Girl Meets Girl
"Jane Rizzoli."
Maura gracefully whipped around at the sound of that voice, sending her golden brown locks cascading over her shoulder. Curious hazel instantly locked with deep chocolate in a wordless war of wills. A manicured eyebrow quirked in pointed anticipation and subtle appraisal, only to get a dimpled smirk and a very open appraisal in answer. Maura was the first to crack.
"I beg your pardon?" she asked, managing to sound unruffled.
The newly inaugurated Bostonian was already thoroughly confused and intrigued by this handsome stranger wearing simple dark jeans and a grey Henley shirt like some Levi's model, but that voice is what kept her from walking on by. If she could just hear it again coupled with the visual of her lips…
"That's my name. What's yours?" came the cool and confident reply, though it wasn't much of an explanation.
"Maura Isles," she blurted without even a second thought as to why this tall, tanned, wild-haired, female Adonis was even looking in her general direction, let alone talking directly to her in this crowded Mall.
"Maura…" Jane repeated, dragging the word out as if savoring the feel and taste of it on her tongue and past her lips for the very first time. Truth is, she was getting lost in those eyes. Those infinite pools of youthful green and soulful hazel brown, and at certain angles catching the light to reflect brilliant gold flecks. Jane briefly closed her eyes to steel herself before letting out a breathy chuckle, which fast became Maura's new favorite sound in the entire multi-verse.
"Jane" said the honey-brunette simply, with a sparkle in her eyes. Jane smiled back, liking the way her plain, boring name rolled slickly off the other girl's tongue. But then she spoke on. "May I ask what, uh- I-I'm sorry, was there something-" Maura fumbled for the right segue before being put out of her misery with a simple question.
"You hungry?" asked Jane with a nonchalant shrug and hands in her pockets.
Well, that certainly wasn't even on the long list of things she expected to hear next. Of course she had been on her feet for the better part of the day after a very light breakfast but for a complete stranger to pick up on that right away is absurd, isn't it? Do I look hungry?
Catching herself before her brain ran off on it's own, Maura realised she was still in the company of a very lovely young lady who was waiting for an answer to a very simple question. At that very moment Maura figured this was as great an opportunity as any to possibly make a companion in this new town. Deciding to 'go with the flood', as they say, and see what happens.
"That depends," she retorted with a faux-aloofness, taking a step closer as if she were about to reveal a deep, dark, juicy secret.
Following her lead, Jane diminished the gap between them even further in one stride of her long legs, asking "Depends on what?"
"It has to be Italian", Maura quipped with a cute little wink.
Jane barked out in brief laughter, deciding that was officially the most adorable thing she'd seen in a while, especially having not expected that from the outwardly shy and reserved young girl she had noticed earlier walking out of a book-store with actual books. On a Friday. This was a very welcome surprise.
Easily ignoring the fact that they were hardly the only people in the world, both girls eyed each other with goofy grins plastered on their young faces before Jane boldly and smoothly slipped her hand out of her pocket and into Maura's free hand, never breaking their gaze.
"I know a place. I'll drive?"
It was more a question of whether Maura would trust a total and complete stranger to drive her to who-knows-where without at least a proper background check. Jane was hoping she'd say yes, but would have understood if Maura decided she didn't want to be taken to a "2nd location". Thank you, Oprah.
"I suppose we both wouldn't fit on my bicycle, huh?"
Cute, thought Jane as they started a relaxed pace towards the exit, but took that response as a yes and ran with it.
"I don't see either of us fitting in the basket, let alone being comfortable there the whole ride."
Maura eyed her suspiciously.
"How did you know it had a basket?"
"Where else would you keep your books?"
The way Jane said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world caused Maura to literally giggle like a lovesick Cupidroid. It surprised them both, but in the most charming way.
When they got outside, Jane stuffed Maura's bike in the boot of her fixer-upper before they drove off in high hopes and spirits, and hunger.
They were in their own little world, talking about every single nothing that popped into their crazy uncensored teenage heads over pizza and soda, at Jane's insistence of course. She entertained Maura with tales of the troublesome trio of Rizzoli kids and war stories from the baseball field and basketball court. She found she loved the sound of Maura's laughter way too much not to try and provoke it as much as she possibly could, and it felt good to share the nonsense with someone. Plus, she got very acquainted with Maura's "googlemouth", as she so affectionately dubbed it.
Maura was a captivated audience, her eyes alight in awe and attraction. At her tender age, she was nevertheless smart enough to accurately diagnose these tingly feelings for what they were, and she was very nearly certain Jane felt the same.
"So, want me to take you home?"
They had finished their meal and were walking slowly hand-in-hand down the street towards Jane's car. Neither wanted their impromptu "date" to end just yet, but voicing it was becoming a challenge for some reason.
A little spoilt by the ease of the day thus far, Maura spoke before she even thought to maybe consult with her brain first. Not that she had much of a filter anyway.
"I would prefer if we continued this date for as long as possible so I can build the courage to finally kiss you."
They stopped.
"Did I say something wrong?" asked Maura in a meek tone, brows furrowing at feeling suddenly and overwhelmingly embarrassed for possibly sharing too much and breaking the spell they were under.
"No, I just-" a chuckle broke out of the taller girl's throat, "I was thinking the exact same thing."
Maura's dimpled smile returned, all the way to her eyes, and they both laughed out loud at how ridiculous it all was. And how was it that they were so different yet so in-tune with the other? Luckily, the newfound knowledge of each other's intentions didn't add any layer of awkwardness. Anticipation? Absolutely!
When they finally got to the car, Jane offered to take them to a nearby movie-house. Maura only nodded with that unwavering smile and got into the passenger seat.
They watched some movie called something-something, with some person in it, somewhere, doing something for some reason that some… Truth be told, 10 minutes into the film, the two touchy teens were already about 8 minutes into each other's mouths with a pretty heavy make-out session. It's hard to tell who initiated it or when and how Maura managed to maneuver herself into Jane's lap, straddling it, but neither cared enough to retrace their steps if it meant detaching their lips.
A small whimper caused them to break apart, though not far, and assess the situation and their surroundings.
"Sorry," Maura started a little shyly, panting softly. "I-"
"Shh…" an index finger shushed Maura's kiss-swollen lips, "It's okay," she whispered, "I just think that maybe we should, uh," Jane looked around at the half-full room while forming her next words "continue this somewhere a little more…" Jane relied on ambiguous hand gestures to relay her thoughts, which, surprisingly, worked.
"Oh! Yes. You're right. We should go to your car."
"Yeah. My car. After you."
As inconspicuously as possible, the party of two made their way out of the dark cinema and into the darkness of the evening, having earlier parked in a relatively secluded area away from potential party poopers. It was getting late, but they were just getting started… fogging up the windows.
Some time later, Maura found herself lying under Jane with her dress riding up past her gyrating hips, thighs wide open to accommodate her companion's own narrow, slowly grinding, jeans-clad hips, and her hands either tangled in Jane's thick raven locks or frantically stroking the toned abs under her top. She had no idea how uncomfortable that position was in the backseat of a car because all she could feel right then were Jane's lips on her neck. Wow.
Through her lust-filled haze, Maura was also very aware of Jane's hands either gently kneading her breasts through the material of her confining dress or caressing her soft, bare thighs, but somehow still managing not to crush her with the force of her weight, and need.
All Jane could do at that point was groan and pant like a possessed animal while trying to give and take as much pleasure as she could without going too far, but when she found one of her hands creeping dangerously close to Maura's heated center, she immediately blanched and stopped everything, pushing up on extended arms.
"Whoa." She felt dizzy with desire as she gasped for air to try and calm the Hell down, but her head swam from the sudden movement, or lack thereof. She shook her head to try and get the world back into focus.
The weak whimper that her cease in actions produced was almost enough to make her continue full-force. Almost.
When Maura realised that Jane was no longer doing anything to her, her eyes looked up to find Jane shaking her head. "Wha- what's wrong? Why'd you stop?" she asked in a sobering panic, licking her panting lips as her eyes searched Jane's for an answer.
"Nothing's wrong. Relax." Jane made it a point to smile reassuringly and maintain eye contact. "I just don't think I'll ever be able to stop, if we don't stop now." Jane's dilated pupils shamelessly raked over Maura's prone form, confirming to herself how true her words were.
Maura's smile crept back up as she caressed Jane's cheek. "Then don't stop," she said. Jane turned her head to kiss the delicate palm of the most perfect girl she's ever met, never breaking their stare.
"I want to, so-o-o badly," a shiver went up her spine as she noticed Maura's eyes were completely black, but she hastily amended, "I think it's time I drove you home, okay?"
Jane quickly climbed off of Maura, trying very hard to ignore the look of confusion she garnered. Getting out of the car to fix her clothes and give Maura space to do so as well, Jane couldn't stop a big, goofy grin from enveloping her face. Woo! Wow-wow-wow-wow. Oh boy. That was…Woo!
Meanwhile, Maura was wondering what on earth had gotten into Jane, or out of her in this case. She went from hot to cold in a nanosecond and now the smart bookworm was left feeling dumbfounded. Was it something she did or said, or didn't do or say that caused her to retract her advances? That was the furthest she'd ever gotten with anyone, ever, and it was amazing… Goosebumps prickled her skin at the memory of mere moments ago. She was starting to really, really like Jane, but now she's gone and fudged it up somehow. Maura felt embarrassed, to say the least, then angry at herself and then angry at Jane. For what, she wasn't completely sure.
The ride to the Isles estate was dead quiet and alive with tension. At first, sensing a hot to cold shift in Maura's demeanor, Jane tried turning the radio on but soon shut it back off when the noise became more annoying than relaxing. As soon as they pulled up to the driveway she didn't even have a chance to marvel at the ridiculous size of the mansion in front of her before Maura was already out the passenger side and marching on home.
"Wait! Maura, wait!" Jane shouted rushing to the other side of the car. Scrambling for something to say, she came up with, "Your bike!"
Maura stopped having completely forgotten about that, and took a shaky breath while folding her arms around herself as if to hold herself together a little while longer.
Jane saw this as an in, so she got the bike out of her trunk, but held onto it until she got Maura's attention again.
Then Maura whirled around to face Jane with teary eyes. At the sore sight, Jane felt like someone had punched the air right out of her lungs. What the Hell was going on? Maura looked so broken in that very moment, Jane had to fight not to crush the girl in a fierce hug.
The tearful girl looked away, sniffling, waiting for Jane to give her things back to her.
"Maura, c'mon. Talk to me."
Maura rolled her eyes and walked up to try and grab her bike from Jane's grasp, but that proved fruitless since Jane was much stronger and equally stubborn. They had a bit of a tug-of-war before Maura totally lost it.
"Jane!" she shouted angrily before automatically regaining some of her well-practiced poise. "Please," she pled, "Can we just forget this day ever happened?"
Surprised and confused, but mostly hurt, Jane asks "What? Why"
"I just-" Maura's breathing was starting to ratchet up and she just couldn't get her next words out without coming off a bit shy, but she pushed through. "If you changed your mind about… liking me-"
"Maura, where is this coming from?"
"I j-just" sniffle "wish-sh-sh you" whimper "ha-hadn't ledmeooon…"
Although her voice was pretty low, the sobs were wracking Maura's body so violently, to the point where her speech was almost unintelligible. Dropping the bike with a clatter, as Jane strode over to embrace the upset girl, she could make out a strangled "I- thought you- liked me."
That was it for Jane. She had to set things straight. So to speak.
"Maura, look at me. Jesus, of course I like you. Do you know how much self-control it took for me not to just take you in the back-seat tonight?" she punctuated with a tilt in her car's direction. "But I had to stop. I just had to. Because I like you. Maur, I know it feels like we've known each other for so long, and I feel like that too. It's not some game to me. But it's only been a day. All of this" she gestured between them "happened in one day. It may sound cliché, but we were moving way too fast, and I sure as Hell don't want our first time to be in the back of this piece of sh-crap, I mean, we aren't even officially dating yet. I know you're not that kind of girl." Jane held Maura's face in her hands, wiping away the tears. "Please say you understand."
Maura nodded her head slowly after mulling over what she'd just heard. It actually made complete sense, and now she felt a fool for jumping to such wild conclusions; insulting Jane's character like that. They had their first date, first kiss, almost had sex and had their first fight all within the first day of having met. In hindsight it became a little overwhelming.
"I am so sorry, Jane. I don't know what I even- you must think I'm such an idiot-" she said hiding her face in the crook of Jane's neck.
"I don't. Promise. But next time maybe give me a chance to explain, yeah?"
Maura's head peeked out at the thought.
"Next time?" she asked, at the risk of sounding optimistic.
"Yeah, of course. I had a great time… for the most part, and I'd like to see you again. As in, a date. If you're free, I mean- I don't mean to assume or anything-"
"Yes! I'll go on a date with you. And I promise I'll never doubt you again."
"Well, only unless I give you reason to."
Maura just nodded.
"Good. Tomorrow I'll sweep you off your feet."
Maura smiled into a slow, lingering kiss before they pulled apart within an inch of each other, breathing the same air.
"Jane, no matter what happens for the rest of my life, today has been the best..."
"Don't get ahead of yourself now. It only gets better from here. And I ain't going nowhere."
Maura kissed Jane's dimpled chin.
"Anywhere," she corrected.
Jane kissed Maura on the nose.
"Thanks, googlemouth."
A/N: I appreciate you taking the time to read my first published fanfiction story. Review if you like.