Chapter 2
Maura's breathing began to get erratic and faster. Little mewls began to escape her lips as she shifted a little. It was a few hours after they both went to sleep, and Jane woke up to the sounds that Maura was making. Actually, she woke up when Maura's leg pressed into hers and she began to come closer to Jane's back. The detective was tense as she grabbed the pillow under her head. She didn't know what Maura was dreaming about, but only one thing popped into her mind. Jane took in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tried to relax herself.
It didn't help.
So, Jane tried a different tactic. She slowly turned around so that she was facing her best friend. She saw her beautiful face. Her blonde hair a little in her face. The detective smiled a little, as she brushed a strand of hair from Maura's face. Another little moan escaped her and Jane clenched her teeth to ignore it. The back of her two fingers caressing over Maura's face as they trailed to her lips. Her thumb ghosting over them as the brunette stared, mesmerized. Maura's mouth opened a little and Jane immediately receded her hand. She let out a sigh, placing a small kiss on the blonde's cheek before carefully getting out of the bed. She wasn't going to be able to take it.
Jane then walked out of the room, going down the stairs and to the kitchen. She grabbed herself a cup and went to the sink to get some cold water, to cool down her heated body. As she checked the time, she sighed again and shook her head, it was three o'clock in the morning and she didn't know what she was going to do. Jane's eyes began to droop slightly, indicating that she was extremely tired. The detective sighed and dragged herself to the couch.
Maura stirred a little, feeling something caress her bottom lip, she opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it, her mind too fogged up with sleep. Then she felt the bed move a little, a kiss on her cheek and a sudden weight and warmth gone from the bed. She waited until Jane was out of the room before she opened her eyes. She curiously placed her hand on her lip, where Jane's thumb was and thought about all the things that happened.
And then she wondered. Jane has been acting very... distant lately. Ever since Hoyt. Could it be? No. She's my best friend and I'm hers. Should I bring up the subject?
Maura continued to wonder, trying to come up with answers to her questions. But she could only think of the last one and decided not say a thing. Maybe she was wrong. She didn't have much evidence and the evidence she did have was circumstantial. She wasn't willing to guess on this one, she never guessed and there was especially too much risk in this one. She'll wait for Jane. It'll be on Jane's time. However, it didn't mean she couldn't test a few things. Maura drifted off to sleep before she knew it.
Jane woke up to sounds in her kitchen and the smell of delicious food. Jane slowly began to open her heavy eye lids, unwilling to wake up. She sat up to see what was happening to her kitchen.
"Maura, what are you doing?" Jane asked groggily.
"Making breakfast," the doctor answered casually.
"I know, but why?" the detective asked, thoroughly confused. When she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and got a clear look at her best friend, she didn't want to go back to sleep. Maura was wearing very short black short shorts and a black tank top to match that barely covered her stomach. Jane closed her eyes to keep from staring and let herself drop back into the couch. Mentally groaning to herself.
There she is. In barely any clothing at all. Cooking me breakfast. In my apartment. She's gonna kill me.
"Because you haven't gotten any sleep in a while and I thought you should be able to wake up to a good breakfast before you go to work. Did you know breakfast is the most important meal of the day? Studies show that it improves your performance and increased longevity. It also proves that you'll have much better control of emotions and-"
"Thank you, Maura, but I think my emotions are just fine," Jane replied from the couch. A few minutes later, Maura brought a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, apples, and a cup of orange juice, with a bright smile plastered to Maura's face as she watched Jane take a mouthful of eggs.
"How is it?" she asked. Jane looked at Maura, "It's great. Thank you," she replied, before taking a piece of bacon, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. Before Jane could press the power button, however, Maura placed a hand over it. The detective looked at Maura, confused.
"Jane..." she trailed off, before looking into her best friend's eyes.
"Why did you sleep on the couch?" she asked. Jane tensed at the question, she stopped chewing for a second before swallowing. She didn't know how to answer.
"You were kicking last night, what was I supposed to do?" Jane joked, a smile on her face. Maura didn't smile with her, she looked at Jane with a serious face. Jane's smile, in turn, faded.
"Fine. I couldn't sleep. You were sleep talking and I was thinking, so I came downstairs and watched TV till I slept," the brunette said. It wasn't a complete lie. Maura seemed to take the answer, before she walked to the kitchen to clean up. Jane chanced a glance at her ass before she mentally slapped herself and stuffed her face.
Jane finally made it to the precinct. This whole sexual frustration thing was getting to her, and she didn't know how long she could do it. Why did everything have to be so damn complicated? She wasn't in a good mood and Korsak and Frost instantly sensed it when she walked into the room. So they didn't say much in terms of small talk.
The detective went straight to work, to keep her mind off of everything. And it worked, but only for a little while.
"Hey, Jane? I have the autopsy report for your victim," Maura's light, smooth voice filled the room. Jane turned around to accept them, but Maura didn't give them to her. She came and she sat on the chair next to her desk, crossing her legs. Jane retracted the hand that she had out for the files, and leaned back in her chair. Pen in her mouth, chewing on the tip as her eyes drifted down towards Maura's legs as she zoned out. Maura was busy reading the file to notice, but then she was going ask her a question, but didn't look at her yet, "Jane?"
Jane didn't answer, so Maura looked up from her files to look at her friend. She leaned in to see if that would get her attention, but it didn't. "Jane?" she asked.
There was still no response and Maura definitely knew that wasn't like her.
"Jane!" she called before the detective jumped and snapped out of it. She looked at her best friend, "What?" she asked.
"Are you okay?" the blonde asked. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Jane responded. Maura gave her a suspicious look. before she went back to her file and explained what she had. Jane sighed, she really needed to get back in the game.
Maura went to the coffee shop in the building on her break. She had two purposes for drifting here. One, she wanted coffee and two, because she wanted to talk to Angela. So, she made her way to the cashier, giving Jane's mother a bright smile.
"Maura!" Angela greeted with a grin, "how have you been doing?" she asked.
"It's been quite good. Had numerous things finished today, but things would have gone by faster if Jane wasn't so out of it," Maura replied. Angela looked at Maura with a look of expectation.
"Tell me what's up," Angela said. Maura sighed.
"Well, Jane has been acting very strange lately. She's been acting a little out of character. Not concentrated, jumpy, restless. She hasn't been getting much sleep either. I'm worried," the doctor explained. Angela nodded her head.
"And she hasn't told you anything?" she asked. Maura shook her head, looking down at the counter.
"That's not like her. I thought she told you everything," Angela replied. Maura looked back up at her best friend's mother, "I thought she did too, but it seems she's been more... distant, lately. Angela, do you have any idea why she would act like this?" Maura asked. Angela thought for a moment. She did have an idea, but not one she would voice to the M.E. Especially not to the M.E. She always knew that Jane was a bit of a tomboy, ever since her childhood. She's always suspected that some part of Jane was attracted to... the same sex. And Maura is a very attractive woman. Very attractive and she completely understands her attraction to her best friend.
"Maybe it's just stress," Angela answered.
"Hm... See, I thought that too at first, but I'm not so sure now," Maura replied.
"I'm sorry, hun. I'll talk to her for you. Try and see what's going on," Angela offered.
"No, thank you, Angela. It's fine. I don't want to pry. Thank you, I have to get back to work," the doctor finished. They said their goodbyes before parting.
Jane found it hard to concentrate on her work, when her mind kept zoning out on her. Her mind kept wandering off to picture different scenarios where Jane was indulging herself in Maura. Kissing every inch of skin, hearing her gasp and moan, feeling her hands on her body as she-
"Damn it, Rizzoli," she whispered to herself harshly.
"Problem, Jane?" Frost asked as he looked across his desk to her. Jane looked at him, "No. What d'we got on the phone records for the vic?" Jane asked, changing the subject.
"Jane! I need you to go down to Maura and get the autopsy report!" Korsak hollered to Jane from his desk. Jane balled her hands in fists... great. Off to the center of her sexual frustrations. Just fantastic. She growled to herself, before she got up and went downstairs. Leaving a bewildered Frost and Korsak to wonder what crawled up her ass.
Jane was in the elevator downstairs, her body getting restless already. As she stepped out of the elevator she took a deep breath and went to face her best friend.
"Hey, do you have the autopsy report on our latest vic?" Jane asked. Maura jumped, looking from her desk as she saw Jane come in. Jane gave her an amused look.
"Looking at Jimmy Choos again?" the detective asked. Maura gave her a playful glare as she stood up and walked over to the metal table. When she retrieved the complete report in a manilla folder, she walked over to Jane.
"Rough day?" she asked. Jane was taken off guard by the question, but answered, "It's been fine so far." She was about to take the folder when Maura pulled it out of her reach. Jane gave her a confused look.
"You're not getting this folder until you tell me what's going on," Maura responded. So much for not prying...
Jane rolled her eyes, "This again?" she asked.
"Jane, you've been acting strange. I thought it was stress, but now I'm not so sure. You're restless, fidgety, all signs of nervousness. But what do you have to be nervous about?" Maura asked, as if trying to solve a puzzle.
"Maura, you know I hate it when you analyze me, so please give me the damn papers so I can go back to my job," the detective answered. Maura sighed as she walked by Jane to sit on her chair. She crossed her legs and her arms, waiting. Jane growled her frustration.
"Maura, I don't know time for this," she replied, walking towards her.
"Then tell me. What's going on?" Maura said.
"And I said, nothing. That means nothing is going on, Maura," Jane answered, her hands on her hips. Maura gave her best friend a pleasant smile, "I'm doing this because I care, Jane." The detective sighed, raking her hand through her hair.
'What do I tell her? I'm very sexually frustrated. I really want to fuck you, will you fuck me, Maura?' she thought to herself sarcastically.
"Okay, how about this. I'll tell you what's going on, when I'm ready. May I have the files now?" Jane asked. Maura considered her compromise.
"Promise?" she asked.
"Yes," Jane answered. Maura gave Jane the files. The detective was almost out the door.
"Oh and can I stay over at your place again tonight?" Maura asked. Jane stopped, closed her eyes, before answering, "Sure."
Saying no wouldn't have made things any better, so might as well suffer in silence then add wood to the fire.
