Jane and Maura took this morning the detective's car to get to work.
The brunette set the radio to forget the poor circulation. And it was Nirvana that passed. The music's sound increased but instantly lowered.
"Maur ..." The Italian squeaked when her mood down sharply.
"You have to be focused on the road. No distractions!" Jane pouted but did not change the volume.
"Jane, do you think I am sexually attractive? And as a woman, you would have sex with me?" Rizzoli shocked deviated from the road, then tried not to stamp her car against a utility pole.
"What? You are kidding! And you dare tell me that I must not be distracted when I drive? So what are you doing?"
"I should not have asked?" The brunette asked surprised who did not see a problem at her request.
"No. Not when I drive, I eat spaghetti or I drink."
"Why when you eat or drink?"
"Because everything will run into my nose, it's already happened when I was a child. And I prefer to think about it. It hurt…"
"Me neither. I don't want to think about it." The medical examiner said slightly disgusted.
"Do not tell me it's still this story with the swinging clubs? I was kidding, KIDDING! And we two women... and then we are not a couple. And I am not free. And it is no, never!"
"Yet since Casey, you have had no sex. And you're single?"
"No, I did not mean free that way. Yes, I'm single…but…but…But I do not see why you. I ... I ... Arrrg ... I do not like this practice ... ask someone else than me ... "Isles saw that her friend did not like this, or to talk about sex. She did not understand that shyness, there was nothing shameful. Everybody had sexual intercourse.
"I'm a possessive love. I do not share. I already have a threesome. But I did not like. Also, you do not use false phallus during your moments of feel lonely?" Again, Jane missed the direction and she decided to park on the sidewalk. At least she was sure she would not cause an accident.
"Maura! Please, I'm begging you. Will you stop with that? I do not have ... sex toy ... ... and I do not like to talk ... to ... sex ..."
"Vibrator?"
"NO! And you! You have any?" Rizzoli dared to ask, even if she already regretted it.
"Of course. I have not even ordered a new model in the last few days. You want to see it?" Rizzoli did not know if she needed to joke or cry about the situation. Knowing the scientist, she had a collection, like her shoes ... and Jane ... especially did not want to see the image of her friend to be soiled ... in her dreams...
"No it will be fine, thank you." The detective thought she cut the discussion, but her interlocutor did not seem to give up.
"So you think I'm sexually attractive for a woman? You would like to have sex with me?"
"Is this a strange way to tell me you want to have sex with me ...?" The brunette teased who had already seen that moment before.
"I have not really thought about it. There was a woman in a bar who wanted me to go to the hotel with her. I declined because I was not interested. But if it is you who asked me ... then it would be different ... well...I think ... "
"Different how?" the Italian inquired by moistening the lips of apprehension. While Maura tried to explain.
"Yesterday, when ... I kissed you ... I…"
The phone rang and the two protagonists answered simultaneously.
"Rizzoli." She coldly replied.
"Isles." She said with a sharp tone.
