It Started with Breakfast and a Murder

Chapter 3

I own nothing…blah…blah…copyright….blah…Now that that's out of the way, I've gotten a couple of reviews that mention Korsak's timing or lack there of. Let's just say that for this story, he is Jane and Maura's Joxer!

Maura splashed cool water on her hot cheeks and red face hoping to bring some of the puffiness down. Her breathing was quick as she grasped the fact that Jane was going to kiss her before Korsak had interrupted. Maura may be socially awkward at times, but she wasn't naïve about desire. The heat between she and Jane was palpable, and she shivered imagining what kissing and tasting Jane Rizzoli's lips would be like.

Bracing herself against the sink, and swallowing hard, she anxiously thought this would be so much easier if they could go back to the way they were before she ever knew who her biological father was. Knowing caused her a great deal of despair, anger, and now fear: She feared it potentially put Jane in harm's way more so than she already was on a daily basis.

She looked into the mirror, and cursed, "Damn it, damn it." She fixed her hair, and reapplied her make-up before grabbing her coffee and joining an already waiting Jane at the elevator.

Jane's voice was smoky and warm with the strain of the day. "So, what are you in the mood for tonight?"

Maura, caught off guard, and thinking indecent thoughts about Jane, choked on her coffee when asked the question. "What?" She gasped as she coughed and coffee ran down the side of the cup.

"Hey, are you alright?" Jane patted her on the back, and Maura nodded. "Do you want Chinese, Italian, Mexican, Thai, or Indian for dinner? My treat."

"Oh, Thai sounds great." Maura regained her composure and smiled at Jane whose dark brown eyes reflected brightly off of her camel colored sweater.

"Thai it is." With that, Jane pressed the button down to the garage and escorted Maura to the unmarked cruiser.

After eating a large meal consisting of drunken noodles, red curry chicken, spring rolls, and plum wine, Maura and Jane sat on Maura's couch while Bass lingered close by munching on the last bit of strawberry Jane had given him.

Maura gave Jane a look that said, "I'm going to ask you something. You may not like it, but I am going to ask."

"Jane, do you think you should question Patrick Doyle?"

Jane reached for Maura's hand and gave it a quick squeeze before placing back down on the cushion and shrugging. "I wondered that myself, but your fath…I mean Doyle, cut Bannon loose a while ago. At this point, there's no need to bring him into this, but if something should come up, I will question him. We'll make this right."

"I know, and thank you for not calling him my father." Maura said with tears in her voice. She smiled confidently at her best friend.

Jane removed her shoes, and rested her feet atop the coffee table. She flipped the television on and began surfing the channels for something to watch. Maura scooted closer to the lanky woman, their thighs touching.

"Jane, when are Frankie, your parents, and Jo coming back from your aunt's house?"

Sleepily Jane responded, "Not until Wednesday night. Why?"

"I just thought if you were too tired to go home, and you didn't have to worry about taking care of Jo, you could stay here. I could use the company. You still have a clean sweater and jeans in the guestroom closet."

Jane had sensed Maura didn't want to be alone as soon as she they finished dinner. But rather than offer, Jane wanted the request to stay to come from Maura; she thought offering would make Maura feel more vulnerable. "Huh, I wondered where those clothes went. Sure, I'll stay—I'm wiped."

Maura beamed when Jane agreed to stay. She practically leapt from the couch to prepare the guestroom. She drew the plum colored drapes shut, and removed the lavender throw pillows from the bed. She fluffed the comforter, turned down the covers, and changed for bed. When she returned to the living room, Jane was sound asleep gripping a half empty beer bottle in her left hand.

Maura carefully loosened the bottle and placed it on the coffee table. She knelt down and watched Jane's long, dark lashes flutter slightly. "Jane, Jane…come on. It's time to go to sleep." She brushed her hand over the dark hair.

Without opening her eyes Jane answered, "But I am asleep."

"Not out here. Let's go to bed."

Maura pulled the bleary eyed woman up by her hand. Jane followed behind rubbing her eyes and squinting as the bedroom light assaulted her vision. Once inside the room, Jane simply stood by the side of the bed as if she had forgotten how to climb in.

Maura took pity on the exhausted detective and crossed the room to help her. She stood in front of Jane and placed her badge, gun, and phone on the nightstand. Jane looked down at Maura smiling and trying to stifle a yawn. She thought Maura looked cute when she carefully turned the gun around pointing it away from the bed.

Maura pulled Jane's sweater off and neatly placed it on a nearby chair. Her eyes followed the long neck and tight lines of Jane's body, now clothed in only a form fitting tank top. She hesitated briefly prior to loosening Jane's belt buckle. She grasped the material just above the button on Jane's pants, and was prepared to undo them when her hands began to shake.

She felt a wave of heat rising from Jane's belly. Maura pulled away, resting two fingers on Jane's taught stomach before removing her hands completely. She thought to herself, "As much as I wanted her to kiss me before...We can't, not like this, not in the middle of this case."

Jane frowned when Maura backed away. She was enjoying this little variation on a striptease and didn't want it to stop. Suddenly, she felt two firm hands grasp her shoulders, and gently push her onto the bed. Maura turned, reached in to the bottom drawer of the nightstand, and dropped a pair of pajama bottoms into Jane's lap before climbing into bed.

Jane scowled, and wriggled out of her pants and into the pajamas. She pulled the covers up near her chin, facing away from Maura. A second later she felt the bed shift as Maura inched closer. Her breath caught as she felt warm, full lips brush the side of her ear.

"Thanks for everything Jane. Goodnight." Maura rested her head close to Jane's on the same pillow.

The next morning Maura awoke to an empty bed, the smell of fresh coffee, and Jane singing "Paralyzer" in the shower. She stretched and was about to get herself some coffee when Jane's phone vibrated on the nightstand. It was Frost. She was about to answer when she remembered what happened last time. Instead, she knocked on the bathroom door.

"Jane, Frost is calling." She passed the phone toward the shower curtain.

"Thanks Maur." A wet hand snaked out reaching for the phone, and then Jane poked her head beyond the stream of water. "Frost, this better be good, or I swear you're eating one of Crowe's sweat socks for lunch."

"Jane, we've got some video you should look at."

"Be there as soon as I can." Jane handed the phone back to Maura.

"Looks like Frost may have uncovered some evidence in the case."

"I'm coming with you. I want to help. I just need to hop in the shower and change."

A mischievous glint arose in Jane's eyes, "OK, there's plenty of room in here for two."

Maura's eyes grew large with shock, "I….I meant upstairs."

Jane burst out laughing as Maura turned a charming shade of deep red. "Sometimes, you make it too easy. I'll be ready in fifteen." Jane's dimpled cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

"Very funny Jane, maybe your bath towel and clothes will mysteriously disappear."

Jane flicked water at her before disappearing again behind the curtain.