Authors Note: This is something fluffy for all my reviews at "Hear Me", I asked you guys to give me some prompts, what you guys wanted to see as a little gift for being so amazing. Only one of you suggested something, so Pride365...The smut in this story is for you. ;D The rest of this idea came from twitter. xD Whoever runs the R&I twitter accounts crack me up and this is totally inspired by it.
Rating: T to M
Summery: The annual ugly sweater contest at the Precinct Christmas party might be the only time Maura asks to borrow my clothes. I suppose I should be offended, but she just looks so cute wearing Rudolph.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
"C'mon, Maura! Pick one and let me see!" I hollered, knocking on Maura's bathroom door. The annual ugly sweater contest at the Precinct Christmas party might be the only time Maura asks to borrow my clothes. I had gone through my closet and gathered all the sweaters that have never been worn and never been removed from their gift boxes, and brought them here for her to choose from.
Just as I am about to fuss some more, the door opens and Maura is standing there in a pair of designer jeans and a hideous red sweater with Rudolph on the front. I try to hide the smirk as she looks down with uncertainty. As she glances back up at me, brows furrowed she says, "...The shoes don't have to be ugly too, do they?" I suppose I should be offended, but she just looks so cute wearing Rudolph.
I smirk and raise an eyebrow. "No...everyone's going to be wearing stilettos and sweaters." I quipped, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall, allowing my eyes to subtly look her over again.
Sarcasm going completely over her head, Maura looks serious as she says, "Oh, well, stilettos might be a bit much, but a nice pair of sued pumps...-" She pauses and a perfectly sculpted eyebrow arches. I merely grin at her now as realization dawns on her. "Jane, you don't own stilettos..." She tilts her head cutely and then she narrows her eyes at me. "Oh! Oh, that...that was a joke... Ah." She laughs softly and it sounds like honey to my ears...if that makes sense.
I laugh with her, shaking my head. "...Yes, it was." I reply easily. Standing up straight, I place my hands on my hips. "You ready?" I ask, watching as she moves to her closet to pick out a pair of heels no doubt to go with her ugly sweater.
"Aren't you going to wear a sweater?" I hear her muffled voice call from her enormous closet.
I shake my head even though she can't see me and say, "Nah...I'm good. I've got my deer antlers." I pat the headband on my head with red, felt antlers sticking out of it for emphasis as she steps out in a pair of pumps. I'm briefly caught off guard by the Santa hat that now adorns her head. My mouth goes dry as images of Maura in nothing but red lace and that Santa hat enter my mind.
Her lips are moving, but the words don't seem to register until I finally hear my name being called. "...-Jane?" She looks at me curiously as I stare at her. "Are you okay? Your cheeks are flushed." She steps closer and I suddenly forget what the meaning of air is as her eyes lock with mine and she cups my chin. She's too close..."Your eyes are dilated." She says factually.
I shake my head and take a giant step back. "W-What?" I stammer. Nice job, Rizzoli. Look more like a dumb ass. I chastise myself. "I mean...Yeah, yes. I'm good. You ready?" I run a hand through my hair nervously and try to will the blush coloring my cheeks to go away.
Maura looks at me and I know she's trying to study my face. She ignores my question and starts explaining what she had been saying. "Well first, I said that you should participate and wear one of the sweaters you provided for me, and then when I realized you weren't listening to a thing I said, I asked if you were okay. Are you?" She finally asks.
I disregard her question all together and swallow thickly. "I don't want to participate." I whine, crossing my arms and putting on my best pout.
She merely raises her brows at me and gives me that look. The one where I know I have no say in the matter. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." She says calmly, her oh so delicious looking lips quirking into a smug smile, daring me to challenge her. I visibly swallow and bite the inside of my cheek.
"I choose the hard way." I say defiantly, narrowing my eyes at her.
An hour later, Maura and I walk into the Precinct, side by side. She has a smile on her face, looking gorgeous even in the ridiculous sweater...but let's face it, Maura could make a potato sack look sexy. I on the other hand am letting Maura know just how much I fucking HATE this godforsaken green snowman sweater, by keeping a permanent scowl on my face. How the fuck does she get me into these things?
I inwardly groan as I notice Korsak and frost smirking at each other in their stupid sweaters and making their way towards us. Just kill me now! I growl in my head. "Hey Janie. Doc." Korsak smiles to both of us, looking at me almost knowingly.
"Nice sweater, Jane." Frost grins.
I immediately shoot death glares at him. "Shut up." I grouse, rolling my eyes.
Maura smirks. "She's just angry because she has to wear the sweater." Her eyes suddenly light up as she spots something behind Frost and Korsak. "Ohh! Punch! Jane, they have punch. I never got to properly experience it at your High School Reunion. I'll be right back, would anyone like anything?" She asks, looking between the three of us.
Frost and Korsak shake their heads, holding up mixed drinks. I shake my head as well. "No thanks, Maur. I'll get something in a bit." I say, watching as she nods before turning to head over to the punch bowl.
I inwardly sigh and prepare myself for the ribbing I'm about to receive. "So, Janie...Doc Isles get you to wear the snowman sweater? Do you always do everything she says?" Korsak grins and I roll my eyes.
"Shut the hell up, Korsak. Your sweater is uglier than mine. You'll be sure to win with that." I say, gesturing to the kitten in a present box with it's paws sticking out. I poke one of it's paws and it immediately meows.
As the sweater meows, Frost and I look at each other and burst out laughing. Korsak just frowns at us. "My mom gave me this sweater." He says indignantly.
This only makes us laugh harder. I'm doubled over now, tears streaming down my face. "I-It's great." I stammer, trying hard to keep a straight face.
Frost nods and purses his lips together in an attempt to keep from guffawing. "Yeah, real great, Korsak." He nods, wiping a tear from his eye.
By this time, Maura has returned, punch in hand. She looks at Korsak's scowl and then over at mine and Frost's faces. "What'd I miss?" She asks curiously.
"Just laughing at Korsak's expense." Frost says as he presses the cat's paw on Korsak's sweater, causing it to meow.
Frost and I giggle again, shaking our heads. Maura just looks at us confused. "I don't see the humor." She says seriously. Frost and I share a glance and I roll my eyes.
"Never mind, Maur. Don't worry about it. Let's go mingle." I say, grabbing her elbow to lead her away.
Korsak places a hand on my arm to keep me from going anywhere and leans to whisper in my ear. "I'll get you for that, Janie...You'll see." He says. And as he pulls back, I see the evil smirk on his face and I wonder if I should take his words to heart. What could he possibly do to me here?
My mind starts to go over a number of scenarios and I swallow as I guide Maura through the crowd of people, only half way listening to her.
Shit...I'm in trouble. I think as I glance back at Korsak, watching as he talks quietly to Frost who is grinning and nodding.
Shit...
