*yadayadayada, I own nothing. I'm unemployed. Sue me and I'll sic my cats on you.*
The rest of the week was relatively uneventful. The guys had dropped the subject of her and Maura. They had one case, but it was a murder suicide that was more paperwork than police work. Jane did her best to avoid her mother, and was mostly successful.
The only problem, was that Jane kept waking up sweating, wet, and screaming Maura's name. She'd get up, take a cold shower, and try not to blush every time she saw Maura.
And she caught herself checking Maura out more often than a friend should. She realized she liked the way Maura's legs looked in heels, a lot. She found herself wanting to know if Maura's hair was as soft as it looked. She noticed that green really made Maura's eyes shine, and her eyes shone even more when she was smiling at Jane. And she really wanted to know what Maura's lips tasted like.
By Friday, Jane was ready for the week to end. She needed time alone to think. She'd spent most of the week at least mildly aroused, and trying not to blush. Jane Rizzoli did not blush. She certainly did not blush because she was remembering dreams about her best friend. Dreams that had her waking up mid-orgasm, screaming said friend's name.
Who was she kidding? Jane Rizzoli not only blushed, she had to restrain herself from reenacting those dreams whenever she saw Maura. Maura deserved more than to be taken on Jane's desk, in the middle of the squadroom. When it happened, they would be in a bed, preferably with candles and soft music.
SHIT! When did she start thinking about when, and not if? Hell, when did she start thinking it was even a possibility at all?
Right about the same time she started having the best orgasms she can remember, just from dreaming about being with Maura, apparently.
She was so screwed.
Saturday morning found Angela in Jane's apartment, waking her up early and insisting the go shopping. Apparently, she had some new project that she needed help with. Jane wasn't really paying attention.
They spent all day going from store to store, looking at paint swatches and shelving. Jane just hoped Maura's closet was safe from whatever her mother had planned.
The evening was spent at Maura's, eating dinner and hanging out watching a movie.
It wasn't until she got home that Jane realized she never got the chance to think and sort through her feelings about Maura. She went to bed with a groan of frustration, and determined to spend Sunday thinking.
She woke up to another dream induced orgasm. This time, instead of getting up to take yet another cold shower she stayed in bed to really think about and examine the dream.
She remembered kissing and licking down Maura's body. She remembered Maura's hands tangled in her hair while her head was buried between her legs. She remembered Maura on top of her, fingers thrusting inside her as they stared into each others eyes. She remembered kissing Maura, hard, as her fingers rubbed Maura's clit hard and fast. She remembered grinding her clit against Maura's as they both cried out.
And, just as she was about to bring herself to another screaming orgasm, there was a knock at her door.
Jane growled in frustration and slammed her head back on her pillow, seriously considering ignoring it, when the knock came again.
She got up, yelling, "Just a minute," at the door and made her way to the bathroom to make herself at least passably presentable.
When she answered the door, she almost groaned aloud. Maura was standing there in jeans that hugged her like a second skin, a top that made Jane want to lick the cleavage on display, and red heels. She left the door open and walked off into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
Maura closed the door behind her, following Jane into the kitchen, looking concerned. "Are you feeling well? You look a little flushed and sounded irritated. I didn't wake you, did I? It's almost noon."
At the last, Jane looked at the clock. She'd been in bed, reliving here dreams, for almost two hours. She groaned and turned to Maura, "I'm fine. Just, dreams, you know? Haven't gotten as much sleep as I should be."
Maura's eyes softened and she placed her hand on Jane's arm, "If you're having nightmares again, you could've called me. You said they'd gotten better since Hoyt died. You haven't mentioned them in awhile."
Feeling bad about misleading her, Jane hastened to explain, "Not nightmares. Just, dreams. Dreams that wake me up and make it impossible to go back to sleep."
Taking a closer look, Maura really paid attention to Jane's appearance, the way she looked when she answered the door, and the way she sounded when she told her she'd be there in a minute. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide, "Oh. OH! That kind of dream."
Panicking, Jane tried to backpedal, "What, 'oh?' There is no, 'oh.' They're just dreams. Just regular, old dreams."
Smiling, Maura tried to calm her down, "Jane, sex dreams are perfectly normal. Most people have at least one at some point in their life. For many, they're a common, if not frequent, occurrence. In fact, I have them on a semi-regular basis. Did I interrupt your dream?"
Answering without thinking, Jane yelled, "NO! I wasn't asleep. I've been awake for a couple hours. There was no dream to interrupt."
"Oh, then I interrupted you taking care of the arousal caused by the dream. I can wait here if you'd like to go finish. Or I can come back later. You can call me when you're done."
"Stop! No! There is nothing to finish. There was no sex dream. There was no dream. Forget I ever mentioned anything about a dream. It never happened. Moving on. Why are you here? Did we have plans I forgot about?"
Maura sighed, clearly not believing her. "No, no plans. I just thought we could spend the day together, since we're not working. Did you have other plans? I can go, if you do."
Relieved, Jane took her coffee to sit on the couch. "No, I was just going to spend the day taking care of a couple things, but they can wait."
"What are they? Maybe I can help. It's almost always easier to accomplish things with more people. Or, if you'd prefer, I'm sure Angela would be willing to help you."
Jane almost dumped the coffee she was drinking down her front, burning her mouth in the process. "NO! There is NO way Ma is helping with this. Just, no. I can handle it on my own. Some other time. Not today."
Maura rushed to get a towel and a glass of water, bringing both to Jane. "Are you ok? You didn't burn yourself too badly, did you? I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to help, if I could. I'm sorry. I can go, if you'd rather be alone."
Jane gulped down half the water before responding. "No, Maura, it's ok. Stay. I like spending time with you. You know that. What did you want to do? Please tell me it's not shopping. Ma dragged me to every store in the city last night. I don't want to go shopping again for at least a year."
Maura turned to face her more fully, looking suddenly nervous. "I talked to Frost. He told me the name of that song, and I looked it up. It's rather interesting. I found I liked it."
When Maura stopped talking, Jane just looked confused. "What does Frost's obsession with some country song have to do with anything? Let alone our plans for the day?"
Maura took a deep breathe, "I found I'd like to take the song's advice, if you're interested. I think we should 'Give Them Something to Talk About.'"
Author's note: Ok, guys. That's all I got. Need a few ideas, here. Give me something, and hopefully I'll be able to continue. I HATE it when you're reading a story, and start to get into it, just to have to die at a cliffhanger. I REALLY don't want to do that to anyone.
