Some anon asked my on tumblr why I know so much about borderline and I'll answer that here. It's simply because I have it ;) okay here we goooo (and i suck at writing about sex so someone help me)


November 28th, 2013 — 4:11 AM

I woke up at around four in the morning lying down on the floor feeling a cold breeze hit me. I tried to get up but I felt some weight being put on my chest and I looked down to see a passed out Maura sleeping on my chest. The sight made me smile until I felt somewhat exposed. It took me a while of confusion and wondering to find out that I wasn't wearing clothes. So was Maura,
Memories flash through my mind of the night before. And I remember being pushed back on the door and having my clothes ripped out. I remember Maura's lips on mine and our bodies touching. I remember my hands roaming around Maura's smooth white body. I remember her screaming my name. I remember everything.

"Wait- Maur- what is this?" I asked after being pushed onto the bed. "What does it mean?"
She laid down beside me and wrapped her arms around my body. I could feel her chest heaving up and down in a rhythmic pattern.
"I really like you, Jane. I'm also not drunk," she said. "I know it's only been a day, but there's something about you."
"Mutual, Maura," I said.
"When we part ways this morning, I don't want to be left with regret. I want you to know this and I want to make love to you because we don't know if we'll ever see each-other again," she whispered. Her words filled with emotion. "Let's make our time last, Jane Rizzoli."
"Let's do this," I said.


"Jane, I don't want to sleep in separate beds," she pouted. "But we can't fit in one."
"Let's sleep on the floor, then," I kissed her cheek. "Come on."
I grabbed my pillow and threw it on the floor, she grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around us. Our legs were intwined and our arms were wrapped around each other's bodies. We didn't have much time left to be together but we had us. Only us. That's all we needed.
We're able to bring the happiness we've been longing for years into one day. That's truly amazing.
I have always feared being left alone but now my biggest fear is having to lose her. She showed me what happiness is and she showed me how to love life. Our time is limited so we have to make the most out of it. And I'm afraid that my time with her has come to an end.


I woke her up and got up. The tears in my eyes started to form as I brushed my teeth and got dressed. I could see a tear falling down her face and this made my heart drop.
The deal was over, it was time to leave my only source of happiness and in that moment I was breaking.
I remember seeing her frown at the plane after talking to her mother.
I remember hearing her say my name for the first time in the plane and how right it sounded coming from her.
I remember seeing her smile as we rode the carousel in the amusement part and watching her be fascinated at the view in the ferris wheel.
I remember having her head on my shoulder as we talked about life and how it's been hard for us.
I remember spending the night being careless and free with her by my side.
My shoulders tense up and I punch the mirror in front of me. I giant crack is formed and my left hand felt numb. I saw blood drip on the floor and loud bangs came from the door. I could hear Maura screaming my name and asking me to open for her.
I walk towards the door and unlock it. She opens it wide and I stand in front of her feeling no emotion. I look at her blankly and she sees the blood on the tiles. She grabbed my fist and saw the tiny pieces of broken class surrounding it and cutting my skin. She grabbed a towel and gently wrapped it around my hand. Even if she was panicking, she managed to do things with finesse.
She led me to her suitcase and she pulled out a first aid kit. She was saying words but I couldn't hear them. All I heard was a long beep and that was it. I could see her mouth moving but nothing registers. I slowly regained the strength to hear but I couldn't understand.
I couldn't understand everything.
She was picking out all the little pieces of glass on my skin with a pair of tweezers and disinfected it afterwards. She put some cotton and gauze on the bleeding parts of my hand then wrapped a bandage around it.
She was still talking. I found difficulty making out the words but all I understood was my name. She said something like "minor injury" but that's it.
"Maura, let go!" I practically shouted.
She let go and I grabbed my bag with my other hand.
"I'm sorry, it's time for me to go," I said.
"Jane, don't!"
And that was it.
I closed the door, made my way to the elevator then left the building.
I stood on the street and raised my hand to call a taxi. They all drove past me and I groaned.
I just left everything that made me happy. There I was, back to being miserable. I didn't know what to do.
Maura made me happy and I left her.
The more she made me happy, the more I couldn't face to lose her. It was better to leave before I get too attached.
I broke all my rules for her. She made me forget about everything bad in life and made me see all the good things. As I stood their on the side walk with my bag flung on my shoulder, I saw everything I couldn't see with Maura. I saw everything bad.
A pair of arms wrap around my waist and I knew who they belonged to.
I didn't want to turn around.
"I know this is hard for you, Jane," she sobbed. "I just want you to know that I will never forget you. I can never forget you. You're danger, Jane. You're my danger. You made me fall for your charm and I don't know if I'll ever get up. It's a pleasure to have spent that time with you, Jane. I hope you won't forget me."
I couldn't. I turned around to face her.
She was only wearing a robe with her night gown underneath. This girl is crazy, that's enough to make her interesting.
"If you stay, I won't leave. I can never leave. You'll be stuck with me," she whispered. "But if you leave, I just hope you'll still remember me. You could tell our story to your kids one day. Don't forget me, Jane Rizzoli."
"It would be risky to be without you," I managed to reply. "It's dangerous out there."
I grabbed her hand and she pulled me in for a tight hug. She cried on my shoulder and I tried so hard not to cry for the both of us.
"I'm never going to leave you," she said. "I'm not interesting enough."
"You're wearing a robe and crying in the middle of a sidewalk," I joked and kissed her head. "That's pretty interesting."


The two of us sat down on one of the beds as we faced each other. Maura had ordered us room service so we could have some breakfast while we prepared to talk about what would happen to the both of us next.
Our morning never really went as well as we would have wanted it to and we had stayed quiet about the earlier events that had led us to where we were then.
Silence filled the room and only the sounds of the forks and knives hitting the plate could be heard. It was awkward for us. It was very awkward to sit in front of someone, who you went through so much trouble because you were so destined to leave, and try to have a normal conversation with them as though nothing happened. But she made it easier for me. She gave us something to talk about. Maura talked about how if she pursued a career in acting, she wanted her projects to be inspirational and memorable. She told me about how when she was younger, she would stand in front of the mirror and reenact a famous scene from a certain movie. Maura had told me about how she wanted to make a movie that involved ballet.
"I wanted it to be sort of like Tarzan," she said. "I had crazy ideas as a child."
"Do tell," I smirked. "What were young Maura Isles' plans in life?"
"Well, I wanted it to be about a man and a woman who find each other in a jungle or a forest," she started. "My story was about a woman who studies birds and a man who had been living in a jungle his whole life. But he wasn't raised my apes."
We laughed and I told her to continue.
"The man was the son of two explorers and his parents passed away when he was just a boy. He grew up and taught himself how to survive with the resources around him and tame every animal that he would meet," I nodded. "And then this girl comes along to find an extremely rare bird species. I haven't decided which one, they are all so marvelous. The man finds her trying to attract the certain bird and followed her around while she looked for it. Until one day, she finally finds one then she chased it around the jungle and managed to lose it. It turns out, the man did a call to attract the bird to him. And while the woman was frustrated and had given up, he decided to come out of the blue with the bird on his shoulder. They spend some time together and the woman tells him all about how it is in civilization while the man would tell her about how it was in the jungle. She would even teach him some ballet and they would end up dancing in the middle of a beautiful place surrounded by flowers and a waterfall."
"Wow," I breathed. "Maura, thats-"
"Stupid?" She cut in. "I know."
"No, that's beautiful," I said. "That's a great story, Maur."
"Thank you," she blushed. "I'm fond with the idea of two completely different people become fascinated with their worlds and manage to be fascinated by each other."
We looked at each other in the eyes and I was once again lost in pools of hazel that sparkled in the light.
"Mutual," I whispered.
A pause.
"What did you want to be when you grew up?"
I thought about it for a moment and had difficulty finding answer.
"I want to be a detective," I answered. "I wanted to solve crimes and shoot people. But I have the idea to be a boxer."

"You've finished college, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, I graduated high school early because I was really smart and I got a scholarship in BCU. I didn't really finish college but I had to stop because-" I paused and looked down.
"It's okay, you don't need to tell me," she said as she placed her hand on my shoulder.
"Do you want to go skating?"
After that scene, we went to the nearest ice rink that we could find. Skating was another way for me to release frustration. When I was younger, I used to play hockey down at our local rink. My mother never loved the idea of me rough housing with a bunch of boys that were a couple years older than me in a game of hockey but that's what I loved to do. It made me happy. The plan she had in mind was to make a figure skater but then I saw one of the little girls' brother's drop her off one day and he had a long stick on his hand with his helmet on the other. I got curious as to what it was for so instead of going to practice, I followed some guys who had the same things to a hockey rink. I watched them play a game and I begged my dad to sign me up for it.
"Quit being a showoff with your skating moves, Rizzoli," Maura joked. "I can do those, too.
"Really, now?" I smirked. "Show me what you've got, Dorthea."
She started to skate backwards around me and whipped herself across the ice. She spun around so gracefully and so delicately then she slowed down to skate towards me.
Maura grabbed my arm and pulled me with her. We skated around the rink and I came to a stop in the center.

"You're good," I said. "I can do better if it weren't for my hand."


We sat down on the same spot we stopped at the day before when we watched the sunset. Only this time, we were here to watch the stars. We talked about life a bit more and how we would want it to be like. Our opinions were all so different but they connected in a way that made them equal. We had serious conversations and we had light ones. Whatever we talked about, it would go on forever until a new topic came along. Like how we went from talking about the educational system to what would be easier to consume between a taco and a burrito. It's conversations like these that make it easier to see how compatible you are with a person.
Maura and I had stayed in that spot for more than four hours. We shared laughs and we shared cries throughout that time. She made me feel very connected in the stories and topics that she would tell; that made me happy. We talked as though nothing in the world could bother us. And nothing did.
"Okay, it's really not in human nature to have superpowers," she said.
"I know but what if we develop them in a time of our life when our bodies are ready?" I asked.
"I'm sure we'd all have known by now," she replied. "That's impossible, Jane."
"What if people aren't allowed to talk about it or else we'll lose the powers?" I defended.
"Maybe our powers are based on strengths. Like, I'm strong, maybe I have super strength and they're in the developing stage."
"Jane, our bodies are not designed to stand any supreme modifications in them."
"They might be. Ours aren't just ready yet, that's why the powers haven't kicked in."

She shook her head at me while she giggled at my ideas.

We stayed in silence for what seemed like hours. The moon illuminated the sky and I could see her eyes twinkle in the moonlight. Her eyes were able to see everything I couldn't see and couldn't be happy about. She helped me.

"Jane, about last night," she broke the silence. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked.

"I'm sorry that our first kiss wasn't as magical as it should be," she closed her eyes. "I didn't think you'd still be here."

I didn't say anything back. I didn't know how to. I felt her shift her body so she would be facing me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She nuzzled her face in my neck and apologized repeatedly. She was right. I could have been better. If we only knew that we would still be together then it could have been more special. But it doesn't mean that it can't.

"Then, let's start over," I said.

I stood up and took her hand. I pulled her up so we would be both standing up under the stars. I rested my forehead on hers and I smiled. Our noses touch and she giggled. My arm slithered around her waist and I pulled her in closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and closed her eyes. I felt her breath on my lips and I hovered my lips over hers. It was only us, the stars and everything else. I could smell her Chanel perfume and cherry lip gloss. Our breathing was slow and calm when in reality we were the exact opposite. She tilted her head and I did as well.

"Jane," she whispered. Her voice was deep and raspy. "Kiss me."

I closed the gap and I did.

Our lips crashed on each other and I felt her soft pink lips on mine.

My lips felt like tiny fireworks were set off on them and all the sparks flew across my body.

I pulled her in closer and our bodies were pressed together. She stifled a quiet moan and my tongue swiftly moved across her lips. Maura allowed my entrance and our tongues danced along in sync. Her hands were in my hair and my arms kept us close together.

The kiss ended naturally but we don't remove our arms from each other. We swayed in quietness with smiled on our faces. I opened my eyes to meet hers and we giggled.

"That could be our first kiss," I whispered. "How does that sound?"

"It sounds perfect," she smiled and captured my lips once again. "You're charming, Jane."

"Hmm."

"So charming that it's hazardous," she giggled. "I should watch out."

"Yeah, I might have to kiss you if you don't be careful," I smiled and pecked her lips. "You're amazing, Maura Dorthea Isles."

"You're dangerous," she said. "In all the right ways."


So um this chapter is kinda like lazy writing, sorry. I hope that you still like it :( tell me what you want to happen and i'll do my best