"What if I didn't want you to fight it?"
Jane's head shoots up. "What?"
"I said, what if I didn't want you to fight it. What if I wanted you to kiss me?" She pauses, glancing at Jane's lips before looking into her eyes, "What if I want you to kiss me."
"Maura," Jane whispers.
"Kiss me, Jane. Please?"
"Maura," Jane whispers again, "I don't-"
The expression on Maura's face is painful.
"No, no! Oh my god, no, that's not what I meant," Jane says frantically, pulling Maura closer to her, "You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now, but-"
"But what?" Maura asks and rest her left hand on Jane's cheek.
Jane is momentarily at a loss for words when Maura's hand touches her face.
"I… you're my friend. My best friend and I don't want to ruin that. What if we can't go back?"
"What if I don't want to go back?" Maura asks honestly, rubbing her thumb against Jane's cheek.
"But you're not… you're not gay? Are you? I mean, have you ever kissed a girl before?"
"I don't like labels. And, no, I haven't."
"Then how are being so calm about this?" Jane asks.
Maura simply shrugs.
"Because it's you. And you make me calm. And happy. A little nervous sometimes, but mostly happy."
Jane smiles.
"Why do I make you nervous?" She asks.
If it wasn't so dark, Jane would see the blush on Maura's cheeks.
"Because you make me feel things that I've never felt before," she pauses to remove her hand from Jane's cheek and instead loops it under Jane's right arm, resting it on her back. "And because sometimes I wonder when you're going to realize that I don't deserve you as a friend; that my quirks will one day be too much."
"Hey," Jane says gently, "That's not possible, Maur. I can't even imagine my life without you. I've never met anyone like you."
"Then why don't you want to kiss me?"
"God, Maura, it's not that I don't want to. I mean, Jesus, do you know how many times I've thought about it? Thought about kissing you?"
Maura smirks and pulls herself closer to Jane, "So do it,"
"Fuck," Jane exhales.
"Have you thought about that too?"
"What?"
"Have you thought about that too? Us. Fucking?"
Maura knows her plan is working when Jane's hips involuntarily thrust forward at the use of profanity.
"Jesus Christ, Maur."
Maura smiles.
"Please, Jane?"
"I...are you sure?" Jane asks, tentatively slipping her right hand beneath Maura's sweatshirt.
The moment her fingertips touch the soft, warm skin of Maura's back, Maura lets out an audible sigh and arches forward. Jane has her answer.
Without another second of hesitation, Jane pulls Maura close, entangling their legs in the process and presses her lips against Maura's.
The kiss is short, gentle and tastes like cheap wine and gummy bears. It's perfect.
Pulling back, they both glance down at each other's lips before making eye contact.
"Wow," Maura whispers in awe.
"Yeah, wow," Jane agrees. "Can I," she pauses nervously, "Can I do that again?"
"Now who's begging," Maura teases. "Please. Please do it again."
Jane smiles before pulling Maura close and kissing her once again. And again. And again. They keep it simple and sweet. Slow; simply exploring what it feels like to have their lips pressed against each others.
After a few more minutes, Jane pulls at Maura until she is on top of her. God did it feel good to have Maura pressing into her.
Both of Jane's hands move under Maura's sweatshirt, enjoying the feel of smooth skin beneath her fingertips. Meanwhile, Maura's hands tangle themselves in Jane's hair, pulling gently.
Tongues hadn't even been introduced as Maura's hips suddenly rock forward, the seam of her jeans rubbing against her just right. She lets out a moan.
The sound, sweet jesus that sound, causes Jane to pull back.
"We, we gotta stop," she says through heavy pants. "We gotta stop or I won't be able to stop...if you know what I mean."
"I don't want you to stop," Maura says whispers through equally heavy breathing.
"I don't want to stop either, but I think we should… I mean, shit. That would be sensory overload for one night, don't you think?"
Maura sighs.
"Yes, you're right. You're right," she says and reluctantly rolls off of Jane.
The two lay side-by-side, staring up at the night sky. Smiling.
"That was," Maura says after a while, "Wow. That was…"
"Intense?" Jane finishes.
"Yeah."
"I know."
"Does it always feel like that? Kissing girls, I mean?
"Hell no," Jane responds quickly, "That was… I don't even know what that was, but damn do I want to do it again."
Maura laughs.
"We didn't even… we didn't even use our tongues."
"I know. That's why we needed to stop, I mean… can you imagine? If things had gone further?!"
"I… no," Maura answers honestly, "I really can't. But I think I'll have fun trying to imagine it," she says with a smirk as she looks over at Jane.
"You're trying to kill me."
The two lay in silence for another hour or so (both running through image after image of what they want to do to one another) before Jane finally says, "I guess we should probably head in. Sounds like things have quieted down a bit."
Maura frowns.
"I know," Jane says, "As much as I'd love to stay in this moment forever, we'd probably freeze if we slept out here."
"I suppose you're right," Maura says as she began to unzip the sleeping bag.
After all the blankets, sleeping bags and pillows are put away in the designated compartment, Jane helps Maura down from the back of the truck and leads them back inside.
The house is dark and surprisingly quiet. Jane assumes everyone is passed out in a drunken stupor. They stop at the bathroom to wash their faces and brush their teeth before heading down the hall to their room where the two other bunk beds are now occupied.
Jane pulls Maura into a hug and whispers "Goodnight," before climbing up the ladder to her bunk.
"Goodnight," Maura whispers in return and fumbles around the dark room until she feels the edge of her bed. Once her eyes adjust to the darkness, she realizes her bunk is also occupied. By two very naked bodies.
"Oh my god," she gasps, "Jane?"
"Yeah?" Jane replies, rolling over to look down at Maura.
"Can I come up there with you?"
Maura, I swear to god, you need to stop using that word. Because yes, you most certainly can come up here with me. Jesus. Get it together, Rizzoli!
"Yeah, of course."
Maura pulls off her sweatshirt, unhooks her bra and slides it out under her t-shirt before climbing up the wooden ladder.
Oh fuck, Jane thinks as Maura crawls towards her on hands and knees.
"There are two very naked people in my bed," Maura whispers as she settles herself beneath the covers next to Jane.
"Oh, so you're not into threesomes?" Jane asks, doing her best to keep her voice serious, "That might be a deal breaker for me."
"Jane!"
"I'm kidding!" Jane laughs, "Now roll over."
"What?"
"Roll over," she says again and Maura obliges, turning her back to Jane and facing the wall. She is about to ask again when she feels Jane's body press up behind her.
"Mmmm," Maura sighs and presses her backside more fully against Jane, "You feel good,"
"Shit, so do you," Jane says and wraps her arm around Maura's middle. Maura places her arm over Jane's and sighs contentedly as Jane nuzzles her face against the back of her neck.
"Goodnight, Jane."
"Night, Maur."
"Sweet dreams."
More like wet dreams, Jane thinks before closing her eyes. Very, very wet dreams.