Alright guys! Here is the next chapter. I wrote this in English class today. I'm not ever really sure I should have posted it but what the hell right?
Disclaimer: If I owned Rizzoli and Isles, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction!
"Shit." Jane put her hands to her mouth. The two women stayed silent, staring at each other. "I uh-I think I should go shower. Do you mind if I shower? Because I need to shower." She turned on her heel and began to waddle to the bathroom.
Maura gasped. " Jane! Oh my God-"
"What?" Maura stood there horrified. "Maura!" Jane shouted.
Maura waddled over to Jane and pointed to her back. Jane strained her neck to see. She gasped.
"Oh my God-" their eyes met.
"Claw marks!" they said in unison. The two women looked on in horror, breathing heavily.
"I really need a shower!" Jane shouted as she threw down the blanket and sprinted to the bathroom.
Maura called after her. "I'll just uh-I'll go wash myself in the sink- in the kitchen!" she threw the blanket on the bed and ran out of her bedroom. She raced into the kitchen and grabbed the vegetable sprayer. Turning on the water she sprayed herself repeatedly in the face. Oh God. Oh God please, please let me remember! Something, anything!
Jane slammed the door to the bathroom, flew into the shower and threw the faucet up, not waiting for the water to warm. She grabbed a washcloth and ferociously scrubbed her face. Oh God. Maura clawed me! That is so, unbelievably hot! Please let me remember something! Anything! Jane jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She dabbed her face. Oh my God oh my God oh my GOD!
Maura shut the sink of and white knuckled the kitchen counter. I need clothing. I can't stand here naked. What if Angela was to walk in? She ran back to her bedroom. Where are my clothes? She searched desperately along the floor. She grabbed a shirt and a pair of shorts? She didn't care she threw them on quickly. Just then Jane exited the bathroom covered in a towel. She grabbed her clothes from last night up off of the floor.
"Maura close your eyes!"
"What?" the medical examiner asked.
"Close your damn eyes!"
Maura put a hand over her eyes and Jane quickly put her clothes back on. "How's your back?" she asked.
"Maura!" she shrieked.
"What? I'm merely asking. It was my fault after all."
"I just-I need to go." She brushed past Maura and made her way to the kitchen. Maura followed.
"Jane! I'm sorry! Really!"
"It's not your fault Maura! I just need to-I just can't be here right now! Especially because you're wearing my clothes!"
Maura looked down. She was wearing a pair of Jane's boxer shorts and her old Boston P.D T-shirt.
"I'm sorry! I didn't even realize—"
Jane held a hand up. "It's fine ok! Looks better on you anyway. Where are my damn keys!?" She walked over to the end table and began looking around it.
"Jane-" Maura rounded the other side of the couch and reached around Jane, pulling a set of keys out of one of the couch cushions. She held them in front of Jane's' face. "Here" Jane took them. Maura began to step back when her foot caught on the table. She began to fall backwards. Jane snaked her arm around the young doctor's waist. She pulled her close to her chest. "Are you alright?"
Maura looked up into Jane's eyes. "Yeah-I'm-I'm fine." Jane kept her arm around Maura's waist. Maura dropped the keys back on the table. The next few moments passed slowly. Maura leaned in apprehensively, never taking her eyes off of Jane's. She leaned in closer until her lips gently brushed the detective's. She moved slowly at first, cupping Jane's cheek in her hand.
"Maura." Jane whispered.
"Shhh-please be quiet." She kissed her again.
"Did you just-shush me?" she said between kisses.
"I'll do it again." Maura slid her hands up into Jane's shirt.
"You-better not." She gasped as Maura's hand continued to travel north." Maura-" Ah screw it! Jane grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled her best friend closer to her. She deepened the kiss slightly.
"Jane-" Maura responded by pushing the detective onto her couch. She climbed on top of her and nibbled at the tender flesh of her neck. Jane couldn't handle it. She turned over and pulled Maura underneath her, her hands explored the soft flesh concealed beneath her friend's shirt. Damn you Maura Isles. Damn you! God this felt so good! It felt so right! Oh God! Jane's hands slid down to Maura's pants button. Am I really about to do this-again? Oh God!
Maura snaked her hands around Jane's neck and began to lift up her shirt. Realization hit Jane like a ton of bricks. She stopped, stood, grabbed her keys, and ran toward the door. She threw it open, and didn't stop until she reached her car. She got in and put the keys in the ignition, putting it into gear, she sped off down the road. What have I done?
Whoop there it is! Review? Please?
