Jane trails off as she watches Maura change into her black scrubs for the Fletcher autopsy. She had been in the middle of a tirade related to her mother and her spoiling Jo Friday when Maura had turned back around after Jane had unzipped her and let her dress drop to the floor. She had kept on talking, Maura nodding helpfully, interjecting a comment here or there, as she hung up her dress and pulled out a black thermal from her locker. Jane kept waving her hands changing the topic to the Fletcher case and the theory she had but her words had died as soon as Maura pulled out her scrub pants and untied the string.
Maura looks up after a moment when she realizes Jane has stopped talking. She sees Jane's eyes glued to her bare legs and her hands as she is pulling up the black scrubs. She smiles to herself and before she can stop it a chuckle escapes her throat.
Jane's eyes snap to Maura's face at the noise and her eyebrows rise comically. Clearing her throat, "What?"
Maura finishes pulling up the pants and ties the string at her waist, a tiny strip of her pink boy shorts peaking above the top.
She stands up and walks barefoot towards her detective who is sprawled out on the bench gazing at her hands as she rubs her scars nervously.
Maura insinuates herself in between long legs encased in black trousers.
"Jane Rizzoli, look at me."
She reaches down with her fingers and tips up Jane's face so their eyes meet. She can't help but notice how Jane's eyes snag on the tie of her scrubs before hitting her eyes. She curls her hand around a warm cheek and strokes a thumb below an eye.
"I buy numerous sets of delectable lingerie. " Maura begins, smirking. Jane swallows audibly, nodding.
"There was a whipped cream bikini at one time." Maura continues. Jane smiles, remembering that memorable evening this past summer.
"Not to mention all the beautiful dresses, skirts and other items I wear day to day that you seem to enjoy. However, it seems that these black scrubs…black scrubs that I wear to do autopsies are what turn you on, that cause your eyes to glaze over, your pupils to dilate, the most delicious blush creep up your neck. What exactly is it, Jane?"
Jane's smile widens as Maura keeps talking and she sets her hands on the petite waist in front of her, thumbs rubbing along soft skin on prominent hip bones.
Laughing, "I know, it's, God Maura I don't know what it is. I know I get to see you in fancy underwear and in nothing at all and that whipped cream bikini… I will just say Yum."
They laugh together, Jane tugging Maura closer tilting her face up for a kiss. Maura puts her hands on strong shoulders and obliges her partner with a short but thorough kiss on grinning lips.
"But you in these scrubs, the way the tie of the pants and only I know sometimes whatever underwear you are wearing peaks through, and the way the waffle knit clings just right in my favorite places." Maura swats Jane playfully as her eyes land on the ample chest in front of her.
"And you are all business with the scalpel and the lab coat and the dissecting and the scrubs. And it is a sexy, sexy package." She flexes fingers along Maura's waist, running her hands around to squeeze a firm bottom, causing Maura's own eyes to widen and her cheeks to pink.
Maura clears her throat and settles her hands onto Jane's neck, thumbs resting on protruding collar bones, rubbing small circles. "Well, I will just say thank you then and stop wasting all that money on the lingerie."
"Ah, no. Don't do that." Jane's mouth is watering thinking of pink lace and sheer panties.
"Mhmm. That's what I thought." Maura purrs into warm lips before leaving a final kiss and turning back to her locker to finish dressing. "Now about Mr. Fletcher…"