Written by – whatisitcalledagain
Jane squeezes the toothpaste on to Maura's toothbrush and hands it to the doctor, who is sitting on the vanity.
"Turn it on," Jane adds, closing the drawer. Maura giggles at the comment.
"Here," the brunette says, reaching for the device. With a press, the brush hums to life.
"AH!" Maura shoves her hand out to arms length, terror illuminated in her eyes. "It's electrocuting me!"
Jane reaches for Maura's wrists, "No, no, it's just a sonic toothbrush."
"Don't let it hurt me!" Maura shouts over her.
"It's not going to hurt you," Jane offers back.
"Jane, take it away, it's going to hurt me, take it Jane, Jane help me!"
"It's not going to hurt you," Jane offers, surprised by the medical examiner's outburst. "I won't let it hurt you," she says, taking the device from her.
They stare a clouded stare before Jane nods her head and says, "Open."
"Ahh," Maura sounds as she opens her mouth.
Puffs and specks of foam dance along Maura's chin and on Jane's t-shirt. The high, giggling and shifting woman proves to be as much work as a children, as she tried to speak to Jane as each tooth is cleaned.
"Iht's hddly rhmauntic," Maura says with a mouth full of foam.
Jane retrieves the brush, "Spit in the sink." Maura does. "What did you just say?"
"It's oddly romantic… the way you are caring for my hygiene, like when the pan troglodytes pick gnats from each other's hair." Maura reaches out for Jane's mane.
