A/N- Hey all sorry this took so long and it's kinda short. I'm still working on it I promise and I'm sorry about being so random with updates on my other stories.. my muse is... i don't know stubborn? I guess that's how you could describe her.. or just a bitch and isn't working with me atm... ANYWAY you should all go thank Piazolla Pie who beta'd/ helped out a lot with this chapter ^_^ she's fantastic and I love her to death... also you should all go tell her to write more on Officer Down... and if you haven't read it go read it's AWESOME! Ok sorry shameless pimping over now you are free to read. ^_^
Maura didn't stay on the couch for long; once she had realized that Jane was not listening to her, she stumbled off toward the kitchen in search of her detective with the very soft lips. She found Jane at the stove, heating up the large pot of spaghetti and meatballs, absently touching her lips.
To the best of her drunken abilities, Maura attempted to sneak up on Jane, which, for an intoxicated woman, was achieved in relative silence. She crept up behind Jane and wrapped her arms around the detective's slim waist, resting her head on the brunette's shoulder. She placed a light kiss on Jane's neck.
Jane shivered, stiffening at the feeling the ME pressed behind her as she turned around in Maura's arms. Maura shot forward unsteadily, her lips crashing against the detective's once again, and it took all of Jane's willpower to pull back from Maura's perfect lips for the second time in one night.
Jane took hold of her arms and pushed her back as gently as possible. Maura pouted.
"Jaaane," Maura whined.
"Maura, you are drunk. Now is not the time for any bi-curiosity you might have going on," Jane said as she steered Maura toward the closest kitchen stool and helped her onto the seat.
"But… but I like kissing you," Maura beamed. "Can't we go back to the kissing? Please? It was nice and soft and all this talking is too hard on my itty, bitty brain." Maura demonstrated the small size with her thumb and forefinger, still smiling, before grappling Jane's shoulders, trying to pull the detective's perfect body against her once more. Jane slipped free of the drunken hands with relative ease and walked over to the stove.
Retrieving two dishes out of the cupboard, Jane made her way back to the kitchen island, her hands laden with heavy spaghetti plates for Maura and herself. She set a plate down in front of the doctor, along with her own, and returned to get them both large glasses of water. It was a fact that Maura was to consume no more alcohol tonight.
Jane sat down and removed her shoes while Maura stared at her spaghetti intently, looking as if it were about to speak to her.
"Maur… why are you staring at your spaghetti?" Jane questioned cautiously.
"Because I can't find my fork. I think the spaghetti might have eaten it," Maura replied, completely serious.
Jane tried desperately to contain her laughter. She reached over and plucked the fork that was hidden by the slight shadow of the large spaghetti plate and stuck it in the center of a meatball.
"Don't ya know, Maur? Spaghetti dropped silverware a long time ago. I heard it left a metallic after-taste," Jane said, giggling.
"Oh," Maura shrugged. "That explains a lot." She picked up the fork and took a generous bite of her meatball. Apparently, drunken Maura threw high-class etiquette and manners out the window. "Mmm, my God, that meatball is delicious!" Maura moaned. Jane gripped her fork tightly and swallowed hard.
"Y-yeah, they're Nona's s-secret r-recipe." Jane shoved some more pasta into her mouth before she said something stupid; she chewed slowly, not being able to take her eyes off her best friend, who, even drunk, could make eating spaghetti and meatballs look like the sexiest thing on earth.
Maura continued slurping spaghetti like a small child, getting sauce on both herself and the table. She giggled.
"You know, spaghetti is fun! It's all squishy and saucy and... fun." She giggled again. "Did you know that when we were undercover at Merch, one of the women asked if I was like spaghetti? I didn't get it. She asked me for my number and I told her that I hadn't dated a woman before. She asked if I was like spaghetti, then elaborated: 'straight until I get hot'." Maura finished with a grin as Jane choked on her forkful of meatball; she coughed a few times and then took a long sip of water. Clearing her throat, she put down her fork.
"Y'know what? I think I'm done for now. I'll wrap this up and eat it later. What about you? You done, Maur?" She didn't wait for a reply as she picked up the two plates and brought them to the counter to wrap up.
After she had cleaned up all the leftovers and made adequate room in the ME's fridge to accommodate the large portion of Italian food, Jane made her way back to the island, only to find Maura fast asleep with her head resting on her arms. Jane chuckled. She gently picked up her friend – bridal style – and took a moment to adjust; Maura must be more muscled than she thought, because damn, this woman was solid to pick up, but Jane managed all the same.
Maura instinctively wrapped her arms around Jane's neck and tucked her head into Jane's shoulder, peacefully; a sigh of contentment escaping her lips. Jane looked at her sweet friend and smiled. Maura was always so cute and perfect. No one else would be able to pull it off so easily.
Jane made her way to Maura's bedroom, setting the ME down on the bed gently, attempting to pull the covers down at the same time; it didn't work completely as planned and Jane ended up half on top of the small, light-haired woman that she was attempting to put to bed.
Maura secured her hold on the detective, pulling Jane completely on top of her. Jane froze, unsure of how to get out of this situation. She tried to pull away but Maura only tightened her grip and rolled the pair onto their sides.
TBC...