Sooo I've had some encouragement to keep this story going, so I've decided to continue. I know this is my second update in less than 48 hours, but don't expect that all the time. I am a full time student and I work full time, but I'll try to update at least twice a month. Thanks for the feedback from chapter 1. Keep it coming because I'd like for my writing to improve as much as possible.
I wake up completely rested and comfortable. I feel the sun on my face, but that wasn't the only thing that made me feel warm. I open my eyes to discover a steadily rising and falling chest beneath my head. I guess we had shifted our positions sometime during the night. My head is on her chest and one of her arms is wrapped securely around me while the other is holding my arm that was thrown across her stomach. I don't think I had ever felt this at peace in my entire life. This surprised me considering the total shit day that I had yesterday.
Last time I encountered Hoyt, I wasn't able to sleep all the way through the night for weeks. I was in the hospital heavily sedated the first few days and then I had gone home with Ma for a week. As much as I love her, my Ma isn't exactly known for creating a peaceful, calming environment. I had nightmares every night for the first month. I still have them regularly. Every time I have one I wake up crying and terrified. Most of the time I can't get back to sleep so I just stay awake and end up being exhausted at work. To say that waking up cuddled up with my best friend is better would be an understatement. I sigh. As much as I would love to stay here, I know I can't. I love the feeling of Maura's arms around me, but I don't want her to wake up with me half on top of her and get weirded out. I'd never been attracted to another woman before, but I finally admitted to myself a couple of weeks ago that not only was I attracted to a woman, but I was in love with my best friend.
She was standing over a body in the morgue. He was a fifteen year old that had been shot during an armed robbery at a convenience store. He had tried to tackle the robber when he pulled a gun on the cashier and it had cost him his life. I think she thought she was alone. She had closed up her Y incision and gently placed her gloved hand on the kid's shoulder. She had the most compassionate look on her face. She slowly covered his face with the sheet, removed her gloves, and then turned around. I think sometimes other people think her work doesn't affect her. They see the professional, composed and cold Dr. Isles, but when she turned around I saw tears in her beautiful hazel eyes. She's not cold, far from it. She cares deeply about the innocent people who end up on her autopsy table. I feel beyond privileged that I get to see this part of her. The part that no one else sees. She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked straight into mine. "You're going to solve this case, right? He deserves that." I walked up to her and placed my hand on her arm,"I will do everything in my power to make sure he gets the justice he deserves." I pulled her into a hug. She inhaled a deep, calming breath as she hugged me back. I knew right that second that I wanted to be the arms she found comfort in for the rest of her life. I want to share in her joy. I want to take away her pain. I want to protect her. Hold her. Love her.
I reluctantly ease out of our embrace and slide out of bed. I look back at her sleeping form one more time before I start to make my way out of her room. I just now noticed that she's wearing my shirt. For some reason this makes me smile like an idiot. I ease open her door and slip out of the room. I take Jo out for her morning walk. We come back inside and I walk over to the guest bathroom and take a quick shower. I let my mind wander. I should still be an emotional mess after yesterday, but since the second I laid down next to Maura last night and felt her hold my hand, I've felt nothing but peace. I get dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and head to the kitchen. I had planned to fix myself a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee, but when I get there Maura's standing over the stove. I see two plates with pancakes and eggs, and as she turns from the stove she adds some bacon to each plate. She looks absolutely adorable. She's still wearing my Boston PD shirt and some black silk pajama shorts. She looks up at me and flashes me a brilliant smile. God, that smile! Her smile is always bright enough to light up even my darkest moods. I also notice she's not wearing any makeup. It was dark in her room last night so I didn't get a good look at her, but now in the light of day I can see she's even more gorgeous than I thought with her freshly rested morning face.
"Good Morning Jane. I heard you in the shower, and I figured you'd be hungry so I made us some breakfast."
"Thanks, umm I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"No, no it was time for me to get up anyway...we've got a lot of work to do over at your place anyway."
"Maur, you don't have to clean up my place with me. I could probably call my Ma and she could have it all cleaned up in the blink of an eye."
"I highly doubt that Jane. The average blink only lasts approximately 300 milliseconds."
I can't help but laugh a little. "Thank you for that very valuable information Google mouth, 'In the blink of an eye' is an expression."
"Oh" she tilts her head sideways "whatever."
I laugh as she passes me a fresh cup of coffee, and we sit down at the bar in her kitchen to eat. We finish our breakfast, and I insist on washing up our dishes so that Maura can take a shower. A little over half an hour later, she comes downstairs with her flawlessly done hair and make up, in what I presume are her "work clothes". She's wearing some red skinny jeans and a fitted white button up with the sleeves rolled up. I look down at her feet and to my surprise she's got on a pair of flats. I don't know that I've ever seen her in anything but heels except for when we're in the gym or at yoga. I think I really like dressed down Maura. We get in her car and head back over to my place. We make our way up to my apartment and I hear yelling. Maura looks uncertain, but I know that voice. I sigh and open the door.
"Frankie, take they out to the garbage chute right now. I want this place perfect for Janie when she gets home!"
"Ma, I got it...geez" Frankie says as he nearly runs in to Maura and me. "Janie, hey! You're home. Hey Dr. Isles."
"Janie, Maura, hello girls! Oh Janie I was so worried about you last night. I wanted to come over here and check on you, but Frankie says he saw you leave the bar last night with Maura, so I knew you'd be taken care of." I don't know why, but blush a little at her comment.
I look over at Maura and smile, "Yes Ma, Maura took excellent care of me. She's the best friend ever." Maura locks eyes with me and smiles back.
We all get to work cleaning up my place. Ma's fighting with Frankie in the kitchen and Maura and I start on the living room. It takes us a couple of hours, but we finally get it all cleaned up. Ma gives me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and then she and Frankie both head home. Maura stays with me for a while. I grab a beer for myself and pour her a glass of wine. We just chill on the couch and watch some mindless TV for a while.
"Hey, do wanna order a pizza and stay a little while longer?" I really hope she's says yes. I don't think I'm ready to be alone just yet.
"I'll only stay for pizza, if you agree to let me fix you a salad to go with it."
"Maura", I whine, "why do you have to spoil a perfectly good meal with rabbit food!"
She stares me down. "Fine, I'll eat a damn salad. Can I order my pizza now?"
She smirks at me, "Yes, a feta cheese, spinach, and roasted tomato pizza sounds lovely."
"You're kidding, right? If you're forcing me to eat a salad, then I'm getting pepperoni and bacon on my pizza."
She looks over at me "Fine", she says in her Dr. Isles voice," I'll allow it this time Jane, but I expect you to eat your salad without complaining."
"Yes ma'am",I say with a little mock salute. "Good luck finding stuff to make a salad in my kitchen", I laugh.
"I happen to know that your mother stocked your fridge when she got here" she says victoriously. I groan and pick up the phone and order my pizza while Maura goes into the kitchen. I finish my order and decide I want another beer. I walk over to my kitchen. Maura is leaning over looking through the fridge and my eyes are instantly glued to her ass. I don't remember when exactly I started checking her out. I mean, I've always thought she was beautiful, but now looking at her sends a tingly feeling below my belly button. I keep looking and lick my lips. I'm not really an expert on women's asses, but I think hers would have to be one of the best. She turns around and I blush and quickly avert my eyes. I don't know if she caught me checking her out or not. I almost told her how I felt about her last night at the bar, but that server interrupted me right as it was about to come out. Last night I was still emotional from my encounter with Hoyt. When I thought I was gonna die, all I could think about was Maura. I thought about how much I love her and how much I wish I had told her. Soon I tell myself, I'll tell her soon. I have to.
