Hi. It is cool to see all the people following this story. It's my first attempt at a longer store. I did not get much feedback so if you want to let me know how I'm doing that would be amazing.
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Jane's thoughts are in italics.
Ch2
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'Friday night again.'
So a whole week, seven long days have gone by since Jane's last Friday night encounter with Maura's bedroom door handle.
Right now they are sitting on Doctor's couch watching a documentary on the ever so fascinating octopus. That's what happens when it's the genius night to choose their movie. Jane, as hard as she tries, has still not convinced her that a documentary is not a movie. On the upside, Maura got a real kick out of learning that one the octopus' legs also doubles as its penis.
'Yay. Not.'
After an hour of this documentary, Jane is starting to nod off.
"Jane, you should go to bed, you are falling asleep." Brown eyes snap open and give her a glare.
"Fine, at least lie down and relax, stretch out your legs." Jane's eyes soften and she does as she told.
Once on her back, her legs are scrunched up. The blonde gives her a gentle pat on Jane's calf giving her permission to stretch out her legs over Maura's lap.
A content sigh escapes the brunette when the ME starts to rub carelessly up to her knee, then down to her ankle, and every once in a while all the way down to her toes. She does a little twist of her wrist towards the end of her stroke that almost seems suggestive. Jane watches the smaller woman's hands move with such ease, yet there is such strength and she is mesmerized by it. Jane glances up at her friend's face; she is looking back. All they can see is care and adoration on each other features.
"Thank you," slips pats Jane's lips. Maura's eyes brighten up due to her smile.
'God, I wonder and hope that she only smiles like that to me and only for me.'
"You're welcome, Jane. I love the feel of your leg muscles. They show how much you work out. Lovely musculature."
At that comment Jane's cheeks grow pink, but it is unseen due to the low light.
"uhh… I love the feel of your hands on my muscles. They are skilled hands at that."
'Blusher. Blush more. Good deflection. Not really. I don't even think that was a deflection. Only she can make me lose all my world class comebacks and even forget how to conjugate a word in my head.'
Jane turns her head away, and pretends to watch the documentary. But all her focus is on the small hands working her legs. How they are stroking along her legs, and how they get bold every so often and sneak their way under the edge of the brunette's sweats. How they warm the skin they find there, and how that warmth spreads throughout Jane's body.
'I wish I could control how my body reacts to her touch.'
She can feel her breathing and body temperature change. She cannot even look at her friend or she will blush uncontrollably.
It's been about 45 minutes of this beautiful torture that Maura has engaged her in. All Jane has learned from staring at the screen is that even if you are not paying attention the moving pictures they keep moving. And that Maura's hands are soft, yet strong and caring, that even as they move carelessly, they are still precise.
The screen turns black and the credits roll by. The detective would not have noticed except the doctor's hands have stopped moving; then there is quick double pat on her thigh followed by a gently squeeze.
'Guess movie night is over.'
The long-limbed woman moves her legs and watches as her friend gets up. She picks up their glasses and heads to the kitchen, passing right in front of Jane, giving her a generous view of her yoga and high heel toned assets. A little smirk runs across the detective's face, but is quickly wiped away with a fake yawn. The ME curiously looks at her, which cause Jane to quickly get up and follow behind her "to help" but she just wants to be close.
She puts hand on the doctor's lower back as she comes up behind her because it is one of Jane's hand most favorite places.
'I bet I could find it a few other good places for my hand to hang out.'
"Here let me."
"I got this, Jane. How about you get us a couple of glasses of water for bed?"
Jane gives a quick nod and set about her task. She picks out Maura's favorite glass, because even Dr. Isles has one, and a glass for herself. She takes them to the fridge and fills Maura's with cool water but no ice, just how she likes it, and to her own she adds a couple of ice cubes.
Once they are done with, they meet in the middle of the kitchen. When the glass exchanged hands their fingers touch.
'I wish I could stay here forever.'
They don't pull away quickly, but linger. A little smile inches it's was across both their lips.
"Thank you."
"Yup." 'Way to keep the mood going Rizzoli.' Maura lightly laughs at Jane's expression. And the look that the hazel eyes have, tell Jane she knows something, with one of her famous head tilts.
'Adorable.'
And with that they head of to bed for a night of rest.
As they walk along they check doors and windows, set alarms. Once down the hall a tanned hand finds its way back to its favorite spot. Jane rubs a couple of "comforting" circles as they say goodnight. The brunette, as always, fights the urge to give her a quick kiss.
'Would it hurt if I did that, she has never physically pulled away from me, would she pull away if I tried to kiss her?'
"Goodnight Jane."
"Nite."
The Italian turns to towards the guest room.
'Did I just see disappointment on her face? Could she be disappointed I'm not staying with her.'
About 45 minutes have passed since they parted ways. Once again, Jane finds herself outside the doctor's door. Her hand rests on the handle it has come to know so well.
'Once again, I know I have been here for at least 15 plus minutes. On the plus side I don't have a glass of water sweating all over my hand. So here I am again, a repeat of the week before, week before, week before… Another night staying at Maura' s. Another night fighting my feelings.'
She stares down at her feet again as her toes play in the sliver of light. It reminds her of the first day of spring when it's finally warm enough to go back outside and play.
'I thought I would finally be ready to push the door open. But no such luck.'
'Maybe it's so hard to jump this last hurdle because I don't know what my feelings are exactly. I know it hurts to be away from her. I know that it feels like the oxygen has been sucked out of the air around me when she is not around. But I also know that I have never had feelings for a woman. What if all I'm feeling is an extremely close friendship? What if I push for more and I push her away? What if all the signs I think I have seen are just my hopes?'
Once again she looks down and her toes and they are covered with the night's darkness. Another night that she pries her hand of the bedroom door handle when the light goes off. Another deep breath and she heads to the guest room, slips into the sheets, and as sleep pulls her under my last thought-
'At least there is next week's movie night.'
TBC…
Ok so next chapter we will see if Jane finally pushes the door open or if she gets caught. What do you think will happen? And do people like 'Jo' or 'Joe'?
