Chapter Two

[ Jane POV ]

I woke up to the smell of food wafting in the air. I cracked open my eyes. Maura was making her signature apple puff pancakes and there was a vague scent of bacon. My mouth began to salivate at the delicious aroma and I finally got up. I was a little disappointed when I didn't find her beside me upon waking up, but seeing her standing in front of the stove cooking for me made up for it. Sure, I've seen it many times but it was a little different when we were in a high-class suite, away from Boston and only have each other as company. I leaned on the kitchen island, admiring her backside. She was wearing cute pink short shorts that accentuated her derrière quite well, a white tank top and a checkered apron.

What a sight this must have been for the men who had the honour of taking her to bed.

The muscles in my arms tightened and anger started to swell in my chest. This was not the time to be getting angry over little things. I was the one spending all this time with her, not them. "Smells wonderful."

Maura jumped a little and whirled around with a pan full of sizzling bacon in hand. "Holy! Jane you frightened me. Do you know what a catastrophe it would have been if I dropped this?" She proceeded to put the bacon onto the plates that were beside the apple puff pancakes.

"Yes but it didn't, your reflexes are great." I grinned and she smiled back at me. "It's only 10am, where did you find the time to go grocery shopping?"

"Well," She stood behind me and softly pushed me towards the kitchen table and sat me down, "I woke up at approximately 7 and decided to explore. There's a twenty-four hour market just a few blocks away."

"Maura Isles, you never cease to amaze me. If it were up to me, I would have ordered room service."

"To tell you the truth I would have done the same. But I love cooking for you." With that being said, she dug into her breakfast.

It was little things like this that made my heart hammer wildly in my chest. I was never sure if they had a double meaning or not.

In the next hour I was all ready to go. Maura was still in the process of getting ready so I helped myself to some television. I was never a fan of sitting down like a couch potato and letting half my brain shut down, while the other was focusing on the screen. So I continued to feign watching an infomercial on an exercise contraption that supposedly whipped you into shape with little effort, when in reality, I was watching Maura's movements from the corner of my eye. She had emerged from the ensuite in nothing but her underwear and I stiffened my neck to stop myself from openly ogling at her.

I balled my fists when the urge to throw her onto the king-sized bed overtook me. I wanted to feel every inch of her skin while her nails dug into my back, clawing at me, with her begging me to take her. I bit my lip and finally craned my neck in her direction. She was putting on a mini skirt accompanied by a simple blouse. And as usual, she looked marvelous. I sighed in relief when she covered up skin. A little longer and I would have gone through with it.

"This will do. Although I could have done something more with my hair." She played with the locks of hair that framed her face through the mirror.

I contorted my face in disbelief. "Really? Really Maura? Any more and men will be jumping you in broad daylight." This woman looked good no matter what. She could wear a dirty potato sack and she'd make one hell of a fashion statement out of it. The presence that she had was always so calm and collected, although she had her many moments of ignorance, other than that, she'd bag a date with just about anyone of her choosing.

"I doubt that will happen."

I shrugged, "Hey, I may be able to kick ass but I don't think I'd be able to fend them all off."

She rolled her eyes at me and then smiled. I felt my heart melt. "Let's go!" Grabbing my arm, she pulled me off of the bed and we were out the door.

[ Maura POV ]

We ventured around the vicinity for about three hours and decided to grab lunch at a French restaurant. It was classy and tasteful so obviously it was a good choice. I had requested to be seated by the far end of the balcony where we got a nice view of the sea. Jane on the other hand gave me an earful about being far away from the bar and we got into a little disagreement that I obviously won. Her face was sour looking as she looked at the menu.

"It's not like you want to be drinking at 3pm." I said while flipping through the pages. Everything looked delicious.

"Ha, try me. We're on vacation."

I put the menu down, "Can't you at least wait until 6pm?"

"Aw, not even one shot?" She curled her bottom lip, giving me her puppy dog look. For a moment I was going to let it slide, I mean, who could resist such a face from one of the toughest women in BPD? Oh wait, I can. I've been best friends with her long enough to not fall for it.

"Jane!"

"Dammit!" She tossed her menu onto the table just as our server came to us.

The balding mans brows shot up in surprise and Jane merely put her cheek into the palm of her hand. "Uh… Are you ladies ready to order?"

I already knew that Jane was going to retort with something stupid, so I kicked her in the shin. Her face whipped in my direction angrily. "Yes we are." I said sweetly. We ordered our food, handed the waiter our menus and waited for him to leave. Here it comes. I folded my hands onto my lap and smiled lightly at the fuming detective. "What?"

"You know what! I hate it when you do that."

"Would you have rather me say that you're an alcoholic and need a drink in the middle of the day?"

"I am not."

"Well, usually, people don't consume alcohol until later in the day. Your craving for-"

She put a hand in the air, cutting me off. "Enough. You're making up for this later tonight." There was something in her voice that I couldn't quite place but there was a definite flutter in my stomach. I seemed to be having that a lot lately, but I'm not so sure why. This morning I had it too when she was watching me change.

I had probably been staring at her for too long while I was deep in thought. She added, "I'm going to get drunk and you're at least going to get a good buzz."

"Alright fine."

Her face lit up and I couldn't help but smile. Whenever she was happy, I was happy. Her mood was always contagious (when it's good or bad).

Our food arrived and I put the napkin on my lap. I didn't want to get my clothes dirty. Digging into my purse, I scavenged for my hand sanitizer and scrubbed my hands. Jane was already eating her food like a maniac, scarfing down the contents of her plate in seconds. I picked up the fork and started on my own dish. She honestly didn't give a damn about a lot of things but when she did, she always gave it her all. That's what I admired about the woman; she throws herself headfirst into danger without thinking of the consequences. She'd do just about anything for the ones she cared about, regardless of their protests.

Her tendencies were more on the masculine side, she doesn't care about what other people think, she does what she wants and most importantly she absolutely hates prettying herself up. I'm not saying that men won't go for her; she's had many men bow at her feet. Hell, women were even attracted to her. I could understand why though. The air of power and authority that she had was definitely attractive. I for one also found it quite attractive. I even admit to myself that I admire her well-toned arms. They're pretty nice for a woman.

I giggled when she choked and pounded her fist into her chest. She grabbed her glass of water and chugged half of it before slamming it down onto the table.

"That's what you get for gobbling it all up."

She narrowed her eyes at me, unable to retort due to her coughing and I continued to eat my food slowly, so that my stomach digested it nicely. Oh, it was never a dull moment when we were together.

Alright, here's the second chapter. I actually don't know where I'm going with this story but my ideas are slowly coming to me as I write. And again, the chapters will get longer and longer.

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