Chapter 1
Sleepovers had become sort of a regular thing for Jane and Maura. On this particular night, the two had gotten together at Maura's house, after a run, to watch a movie. Well actually, it was a documentary that Maura had insisted on, reassuring Jane that it was very informative and entertaining. Clearly, the M.E. had different tastes in entertainment than the detective. Still, Jane really didn't mind. She enjoyed spending time with Maura, and as long as they could watch baseball every once in a while, she would endure some of Maura's "entertaining" documentaries.
When the documentary had ended, Maura looked over to see Jane asleep on the couch. The M.E. pursed her lips and crossed her arms. She thought it had been quite intriguing, and she was sure Jane would feel the same. Apparently, she had been wrong. Jane shifted and yawned softly and Maura noticed the detective's shirt rise up slightly. The change in position had revealed a strip of Jane's defined abdomen, and Maura was surprised at the sigh that escaped her lips. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen the detective's abs before, but Jane had an effect on her that didn't seem to wear off. The M.E. couldn't help but stare, and before she realized what she was doing, she was reaching out to touch the soft expanse of skin before her. Just as her fingers were about to make contact, Jane readjusted her position and opened her eyes sleepily, realizing that her face was inches from Maura's. The M.E. felt a lump form in her throat as she felt Jane's warm breath tickling her lips. Jane swallowed hard and jumped up from the couch.
"S-sorry Maur. I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"It's fine." She said quietly, still trying to collect her composure.
"I'll uh…go get Chinese." Jane said, walking towards the door.
Before the M.E. could argue, Jane had grabbed and her keys and was gone. Maura raised an eyebrow and sat back on the couch, trying to understand what exactly had just happened.
Jane was distracted as she drove to get their dinner. She felt stupid for letting her attraction to Maura get the best of her. Her thoughts were going back to how it had felt to be so close to the M.E., face to face. She slammed on brakes as she realized she had almost run a red light. She looked around briefly and realized that rain was plummeting down, making the lights appear to blend all together. She exhaled heavily and tried her best to focus and keep her mind on driving.
Jane parked in Maura's driveway, barely able to see the large house because of the heavy rain. Her thoughts had drifted to a pleasant daydream about her and Maura, and she jogged to the M.E.'s doorstep, Chinese food in hand, too distracted to grab her umbrella until it was too late. She turned the doorknob and found it to be unlocked. The detective stepped in and felt her breath catch at the sight of Maura. She was lying on the couch, wearing a tank-top-and-shorts pajama set with a blanket draped carelessly over her. Her smooth, muscular legs were stretched out across the couch and, for a brief moment, the detective wondered what those legs would feel like wrapped around her.
"Jane! You are soaking wet."
The detective blushed profusely before she realized what Maura was talking about. She glanced down and realized that she was completely drenched from the rain.
The M.E. swallowed hard as she got a closer look at the woman in front of her. Jane was completely soaked from head to toe. The rain had gone right through her thin light blue tank top and sports bra, clinging to her torso, and showing more of the detective than Maura had ever truly seen. Her hair was hanging in loose curls around her face, and she was apparently blushing, though Maura wasn't sure why. A tiny water droplet trickled down the detective's face and caught on her lips, glistening in the warm light of the M.E.'s living room. Jane licked her lips, and Maura suddenly realized that the detective wasn't the only one who was soaking wet. She blushed and pulled her eyes away from Jane, looking down to see that her welcome mat was drenched also. She sighed lightly and took the Chinese take-out from Jane's hands, placing it on the counter and rushing out of the room. She was back in a few moments with a fluffy towel, which she handed to the detective, casting her a curious look.
"You didn't have an umbrella, Jane?"
The detective shrugged.
"I was…a little distracted. I forgot. It's okay, I'll dry off."
"Jane, you need to change out of those clothes. You can wear some of mine."
The detective snorted and looked at Maura doubtfully.
"You think I'm gonna wear some of that prissy Victoria's Secret stuff?"
Maura giggled and shook her head.
"Jane, I don't sleep in my lingerie. I have plenty of comfortable pajamas. I'll be right back."
The detective was still lost in the fact that Maura had just admitted that she owned lingerie, when the M.E. came back into the room.
"Here you go, Jane. You can change in the guest bathroom."
Jane went to change her clothes and Maura set out the dinner.
