A/N: I know, I know. Case of the lazies+booze+writer's block equals some really shitty writing. I couldn't even come up with a decent joke. Enough with the excuses. Meet the Isles, yay. Or Mr. Isles, as we don't know his first name. *looks pointedly at Jtam.* Anyways, have a great week guys. I'll start the other chapter as soon as my brain lets me. Now, as a warning, it might be a little darker, than usual. I promise a whole lot of bubbly in the next one...after that one. Alright, I'm sure you're not here to hear me rant about...nothing. Ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes, I have yet to proof read. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. :)
The two women had talked it over and decided that they would be taking their vacation in London. Both Maura's mother and father will be there for a charity event diner. Not only is their whole trip paid for, Jane would have the honor of meeting the man who raised her girlfriend for the first time. Sometimes the powers that be have great timing. Sometimes.
"Jane, will you stop it."
"Nope." Jane simply replied as she threw another naked sunflower seed in her mouth. She had been furiously ripping the two shells apart and devouring them like they had done every wrong to her. Although, it wasn't the poor little sunflower seeds who had infuriated the brunette.
"Jane, he was only being nice." Maura desperately tried to reason as she secured the belt around her waist.
"Yeah, I didn't know the definition of nice changed to 'ogling my girlfriend's goodies'." Jane grumbled as she continued to glare at the man in question. If she had laser vision, there would be a big hole in the back of his head. You see, the reason that the detective had developed a hatred for that particular individual is because this man thought he would lend a helping hand to a woman who was seemingly struggling to stuff her carry-on bag in the upper luggage compartment. Little did he know that big bag wolf Jane was near and understood his intentions very clearly. She quickly shooed him away and finished pushing the bag in, not forgetting her famous death glare. Of course, our favorite detective didn't leave it there; she made a show of kissing her girlfriend and gallantly giving up the window seat for her. Just to make sure he wasn't going to come back for seconds, naturally.
Maura rolled her eyes as she grabbed one of Jane's hand, tugging it towards herself until it was resting in the doctor's lap. She delicately ran her fingers over the white gauze covering Jane's knuckles. "You shouldn't eat too much of those, a high fiber content will give you large quantities of intestinal gas, not to mention intestinal blockage," The petite woman paused before she added: "I wouldn't open a lighter near you." Maura's hand covered her mouth as she tried to suppress her giggles.
Jane's mouth fell wide open at her girlfriend's comment. "Out of all the jokes, you had to make a fart joke?" The doctor simply shrugged and continued giggling. Grinning, the brunette shook her head and leaned down, kissing Maura's temple. However, instead of pulling back right away she lingered and nuzzled the woman's hair. Jane took her time to take in Maura's scent. Sweet fruits. A fragrance she thought she would have never got the luxury of smelling ever again. The detective pulled back, smiling down at the doctor before she turned away from her. Fucker played me 'till the very end, made me think he had killed her. Her fingers absent-mindedly ran along the side of a soft hand that was caressing her own. Jane glanced at their joined hands briefly, flexing her fingers.
I never lashed out like this before, on anyone, even on the worst scumbags I've had the pleasure of putting cuffs on. This was different; it was a whole other ball game. Hell, it's like I hit a home run and ran all the bases twelve times. The anger, the rage, the only thing I felt was the punches I dealt and...it felt good. The control, it was intense. I turned his face into porridge with my own fists for God's sake. Truth be told, the brunette scared herself and she was glad Maura was hidden behind a wall. Sure, her girlfriend read about it in the papers, heard the gossip around the station, but when the doctor wanted to hear what had happened from the source, from Jane, she was shut down faster than a power plant with a radioactive leak. How am I supposed to start a conversation like that? Hey sweetie, oh yeah by the way I killed someone by punching his whole face in, want pasta for diner? I'm sure that'd be hella romantic. Maybe I need to consult a professional, like Cavanaugh's been up my ass about. Jane was broken out of her thoughts as she felt Maura tugging her whole arm, bringing the brunette closer towards her.
"Are you alright, honey? You seem tense all of a sudden." Maura remarked with concern, placing her free hand on Jane's cheek .
"I'm fine, Maur." Jane forced a smile as she stole a kiss from the petite blond. What intended to be just a peck almost turned into a make out session as the kiss quickly grew in passion. The pair only broke apart as someone behind them coughed. The brunette wasn't sure if it was on purpose, but she let the kiss linger, letting out an audible groan as she pulled back. This elicited a laugh from Maura, who playfully pushed Jane back. She's so beautiful when she laughs. The brunette thought as she glanced between the smaller woman's swollen lips and hazel eyes with a love sick smile.
Maura moved the hand that was resting on the brunette's cheek down her jaw and around her neck, feeling the tense muscles under her fingers. Her eyes opened wide as she figured out what might be making her girlfriend so nervous. "Jane...Are you afraid of flying?"
"What? No, of course not." The brunette frowned as she answered truthfully. Yeah I'm tense, but not for the reason she thinks. God, why can't I talk to her about this?
The doctor narrowed her eyes slightly, not completely believing the detective. "Well, if you do feel a rise of anxiety when we start gaining altitude, you can hold my hand."
"I don't know what I would do without you." Jane replied melodramatically, placing her free, gauze-clad hand on her exposed chest. The woman had opted to wear something comfortable for the seven hour flight: a white thank top, a pair of blue jeans, ripped at the knee, and white sneakers. Let's not forget her badge and handgun. Let's just say, it's much easier going through security with those on.
"The seat belt light is on, better fastened your belt Jane." Maura uselessly pointed out, somewhat nervously.
"Thanks, Maura, I would have never guessed." The brunette retorted sarcastically as she secured the seat belt around her lanky body.
Maura straightened in her seat as the engines started. "Jet engines, or gas turbines, operate on one of Isaac Newton's law of physics. The third one to be precise: For every action, there is an equal opposite reaction." This fact, however, wasn't spilled out with her usual bubbly happiness. The plane started moving forward causing, the doctor to grip Jane's arm with both of her hands, squeezing tight enough to stop the blood from circulating.
"Maur,"
"Did you know that commercial planes crash twenty times a year?"
"Maura."
"Statistics indicate that there's an average of nine million flights each year."
"My arm, Maura."
The doctor simply continued spitting out facts and clutching to Jane's arm tighter. "Which means there's a 2.2 percent chance we could experience a malfunction that will cause our airplane to lose altitude extremely quickly and crash into the ground or into water or even-"
"Maura!" Jane exclaimed, finally getting the petite woman's attention. Some of the other passengers turned their head to stare at the two women. Yes I just raised my voice. No, I'm not going to bomb the plane. Turn around and continue minding your business even if it's boring. Is what the brunette really wanted to say to the nosey passengers. However, she was far too focused on her girlfriend and the throbbing pain in her arm. "You're hurting my arm." She said in a lowered voice.
Maura only loosened her grip, but hadn't let go completely. No, she refused to let go.
Jane couldn't hold in her laughter as she realized what was happening. The doctor looked like a frightened cat holding on to their owner, eyes bugged out. "You're afraid of flying." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Not afraid of flying, per se. Afraid of the plane crashing and dying of a horrible excruciating death." Maura slouched down in her seat, hiding her face on Jane's shoulder as the plane quickly gained speed.
"But you fly all the time." Jane was having an inner battle: comfort the woman or play with her a little? I think we all know what the detective chose. She leaned her body over on Maura's side, peering out of the window. "Man, we're gaining altitude pretty quickly. Look how high we are, you wouldn't want the engines to give out now. Ouch."
"You and your attitude will find the couch very comfortable tonight."
"We'll be in a hotel room, there's no couch."
"Oh there is, including a king size bed, a Jacuzzi and a kitchenette. It's a master suite."
Damn. Switching strategy, Operation: getting out of the dog house commencing. Jane thought as she extended her arm behind Maura's shoulders, closing the tiny window. She rested said arm around the doctor, soothingly rubbing her right shoulder. " Well...two percent isn't much. And hey, if we crash in water," Jane raised one eyebrow as she stared down at her girlfriend's cleavage. "We won't drown."
Maura tried to calm her nerves down by hiding her face in Jane's neck, nuzzling the warm sweet smelling skin bellow. "How exactly, Jane? I doubt they're equipped with lifeboats and-that's what I forgot to pack! A parachute."
"Slow your roll. We're not going to crash. We're not going to need parachute. We'll be in London in a few hours doing what people do when they're in Europe on vacation. Alright?"
She didn't know when it happened, or what miracle made it happen, but the doctor soon fell into a peaceful slumber in Jane's comforting embrace. It was the first sleep that the doctor had gotten where she wasn't haunted by nightmares of Jane getting to her too late, then seeing the detective broken down at her funeral. Maura had felt insecure, even in Jane's arms, to close her eyes.
"No."
"Jane..."
"Hell, no."
"Jane, you look-"
"Silly." Jane finished Maura's sentence, motioning to her current attire. The doctor had managed to drag her reluctant girlfriend to a store which housed all of the popular overpriced designer brands. "I'm wearing a dress with hand bandages. Maura, I can't wear this tonight." The brunette argued. She looked down at herself, peeling off the material from her hips and pouting. I hate wearing dresses, she knows that.
"Anything goes with an Armani cocktail dress." Maura stepped closer towards Jane, taking both of her wounded hands and lifting them up. "These bandages make you look nothing less than heroic, my dear." She truly doesn't know how amazing she is. She thought as she gently squeezed her Jane's hands.
Jane smiled at the doctor. "Thank you," It soon faded away as the detective pulled her hands away and placed both of them on Maura's shoulders. "But I look like I'm going to shoot a boxing themed porno." She said in a serious, slow tone.
"You could wear gloves."
"Do I look like Michael Jackson to you?"
"Well, you do have a similar eye shape and the natural wavy hair..." The doctor trailed off, scrunching her eyebrows together as she examined the detective's face. "I never noticed this before." She held Jane's face by her chin, turning it sideways. "Your nasal structure and even your chin looks very much like his."
"Maura, you're comparing me to a plastic doll."
"The word 'plastic' in plastic surgery is misleading. In fact, no amount of plastic is used to perform face lifts or any other body altering changes for that matter." Maura happily explained. "Did you know that Dolly Parton-"
"Maur..." Jane warned, clenching her jaw.
The petite blond offered a sheepish smile to her girlfriend as she let go of Jane's face. Thankfully for Maura, a woman interrupted them.
"Does it fit?" She asked in a thick British accent, trying not to let her eyes roam the tall brunette's lanky curves.
Maura sighed, knowing it would take more to convince Jane to wear proper clothes for the evening. That's when she spotted the men's section, which was filled with elegant suits. "I have an idea."
"If you're getting me a sparkling suit I'll-" The brunette started, pointing her finger at Maura, who was now venturing amongst men's clothing. She lifted her eyebrow, stopping in mid sentence when she felt the store clerk's gaze on her. The woman retreated back to the fitting room, grumbling under her breath about the fact that she looked nothing like the former pop star.
Not more than fifteen minutes later, a suit was thrown over the door.
"Let me see how it looks." Maura called out as she patiently waited in front of the fitting room.
Jane stepped out wearing a dark blue Hugo Boss suit. The simple black leather belt matched the dress shoes of the same color. The shirt underneath was pearl white, meant to be accentuated by a solid, deep red tie. However, the brunette held the tie in her left hand, holding it towards the medical examiner "Would you..."
"Of course." Maura smiled brightly, slipping the red material around Jane's neck. "It seems complicated when in reality, it's fairly simple. The Pratt knot, commonly used with dress shirts-"
"Wait a second, these knots have names?" The detective asked incredulously.
"Yes, there's the four in hand, the half Windsor, the Windsor and the Pratt knot, which is the one I'm doing right now. You start with the necktie inside out and the wide end situated approximately twelve inches below." The doctor explained, her hands moving in time with what she was saying. "You then cross the wide end under the small one. You then slip the wide end over and under the narrow end."
Jane couldn't keep her eyes of Maura's lips as she spoke and licked her own in the process. Even in midst Google talk, the blond couldn't look sexier. She had to resist the urge to wrap her arms around Maura's waist, pull her closer and interrupt her with a searing kiss. They had an audience after all.
"After pulling the wider end over the smaller one to the right, you slip the wide one behind the loop, brining it through the knot and tightening it once more." Maura finished, languidly smoothing both of her hands down the tie, erasing any wrinkles in her path. She pulled on it slightly as her fingers reached the bottom. The petite doctor smiled up at her girlfriend. "And that's how you tie...a tie." She said with a slight chuckle.
"Why thank you, kind ma'am." Jane rasped, staring into Maura's eyes lovingly. They stayed in this position until they heard an intrusive voice.
"We rarely get women costumers who are interested in our Men's merchandise. Although, I can see why you would be." The London native expressed.
Maura tilted her head sideways, crossing both of her hands in front of her. "You do look rather pretty, Jane."
"Quite an understatement, madam." She smiled a little bit too sweetly at Maura before devoting her entire attention towards the detective. "If I may, this suit couldn't fit you any better." The woman approached the tall brunette, casually, or strategically, placing her hand on Jane's bicep. "My, you have toned arms. Do you work out?"
"I'm a detective, so I-" Jane looked between both women. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that Maura looked jealous. The green monster comes out.
"Jane usually works out twice a week, with me. We also attend yoga classes frequently, together, and run early in the morning before work, together." The doctor was trying to make a point, which the already wooed clerk didn't seem to understand.
"You must have a lot of stamina, I'm assuming." The woman said, giggling like a school girl talking to the captain of the football team.
However, Jane appeared oblivious to the suggestiveness in the clerk's tone. "Makes it easier to run after a suspect." She explained casually, looking over the woman's shoulder to stare at her reflection in the lengthy mirror. Man...I look smooth. At least that's what Frost would say, if he'd be here.
"We'll take it." Maura blurted out, quickly glancing at Jane, who shrugged and nodded her head in agreement. The petit blond pulled out a gold American Express card from her purse. "Here, put it on this credit card." She desperately wanted the woman away from her girlfriend, and she succeeded, without showing a hint of irritation.
"Fantastic, thank you." The clerk said, taking the credit card with a smile. She happily strutted back behind the cash register.
"Maura, you don't have too." Jane couldn't help but feel bad for letting Maura take the bill for this one. She was perfectly aware of the fact that the doctor could easily afford the suit, maybe a whole box of it, yet it still bothered the brunette.
"I don't, but I want to." Maura's hands trailed down the lapels of the taller brunette's suit, balling her fits at the bottom of the jacket. "You can look at it as a... thank you for all the diners, movies and other outings you've paid for the both of us, when there was really no need too." Her tone had suddenly changed to a huskier one as she looked up her girlfriend while pulling her closer. Their lips were inches from each other; the only thing separating their mouths was the thick air surrounding them.
"But..." Jane rasped, her eyes glued to the smaller woman's lips.
"No buts, unless it's this one," Maura slid her rid hand around Jane's waist and down to gracefully envelope a firm behind. "Who should be getting back in that fitting room, if it doesn't want to get in trouble." She slowly squeezed the flesh underneath her hand.
"Kinky."
"You don't know the half of it, detective."
Jane smirked as she took two slow steps backwards, her brown orbs still fixated on the beautiful woman standing in front of her. "Is it bad I kinda want to?" Damn, why are we in a public place?
Maura matched the brunette's smirk. "Go." She said firmly, crossing both of her hands in front of her chest.
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am." Jane placed her index and middle finger against her temple, as she army saluted the doctor. She engaged in a swift 180 turn, stilling her movements to throw a glance over her shoulder. She flipped her hair dramatically before entering the cabin once more. She couldn't fight the grin that tugged at her lips as she heard her girlfriend stifling a laugh. I'll never get tired of making her laugh.
Maura contemplated joining the silly detective in the fitting room, but her feet seemed glued to the ground. She chewed on her thumbnail as she fantasised about all the magnificent reasons why public sex is be adrenaline filled, yet very, very wrong. I don't usually do, actually never did anything of the sorts, let alone think about them. Jane was exceptionally good at making the doctor break her own rules, however. Maura was broken out of her day dream as the cabin door opened.
Jane emerged wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans combo she promised herself to religiously wear during their whole trip. There's also a high possibility of the ever so popular tank-top and long shorts. If, the non-moving formation of clouds over England ever decided to let the sun throw its scorching heat on the tall buildings, bumping the humidity factor to a suffocating seventy-two percent. When you put it like that...never mind.
Both women walked up to the counter, Jane dumped the suit and the shoes on it while the blond signed the receipt. "Thank you, for your excellent service. Have a wonderful day." Maura thanked the woman with a forced, over friendly, smile.
"My pleasure, ladies." The clerk replied, briefly looking at the doctor before letting her stare linger on the tall detective.
Jane nodded at the woman as she grabbed the bag of clothes. Is everybody here ecstatic when we buy their clothes? I guess she gets a pretty good commission. She held out her arm for Maura to take as the couple exited the store. The brunette fished the receipt out of the bag with curiosity. "That's way too much anyone should ever pay for a suit and shoes." She bit the corner of her lip as the bold eight, followed by an equally bold four and a zero really did nothing to make her feel better about Maura paying for the ensemble.
"The price was fair." The petite woman shrugged with a slight smirk. She had memorized the price tags for the suit and the shoes and made the calculation in her head, even the taxes, instead of simply glancing at the bill. One needs to keep their brain alert and exercise often every day. Alzheimer is a very poignant degenerative disease. Something I wouldn't wish on anyone, or myself. Yikes.
"I don't see how something that was nearly 1G fair, Maura."
"Nearly? Don't you mean one thousand two hundred and fifty seven Pounds."
"Yeah-" Jane paused as she raised her eyebrow at Maura's answer, scrunching up her face. "You really are a cyborg." She joked, getting the receipt ripped out of her hands.
"If I was, you would have known by now. Our technology is not nearly advanced enough for that yet. Although, I'm fairly certain 'cyborgs', as you call them, have metallic insides..." Maura's explanation diminished gradually, as she began focusing on the numbers. Those calculations are incorrect. What's this thirty percent discount? With the 'Good Samaritan' discount, the bill totalled eight hundred Euros, instead of the doctor's earlier calculation. Maura held the paper higher as if the numbers would make more sense that way. She noticed something was written on the back. The medical examiner turned it over and what she saw made her stop in her tracks. "The nerve! I'll show her."
Jane, whom was still walking, got roughly anchored a few steps back. One of her long legs wasn't touching the ground and remained in the air in order for her to keep her balance and not crash on the pavement. "Isn't it good...news?" Her question fell to deaf ears as Maura furiously clacked away in her heals, marching down the street. "Or not." I had no idea offering a rich person a discount was like telling them they can't buy Hugh Hefner's mansion. Jeez.
Maura didn't wait for Jane, as she entered the store in a furious rage. "Who do you think you are? Do you truly believe it's alright to give my partner your number?" She asked, slapping the bill down on the counter. "Do you make a habit of flirting with women who are clearly unavailable?"
"I-I'm truly sorry, I had no idea." The clerk tried, feeling slightly embarrassed for her mistake.
But, that did nothing to stop the doctor's ramble, "Which you wrote on the back of the bill, no less. That is completely unprofessional. Your superior will hear from this. And, we don't need your discount." Maura spat, accusingly pointing her index at the woman.
"Maur, c'mon." Jane growled as she gripped the petite woman's bicep, effectively pulling her backwards. She turned towards the clerk, as she continued to pull the enraged doctor out of the store. "I'm sorry, she's just...jet lagged." The brunette continued with an apologetic smile. "Oh, and she was kidding about the discount. Thank you! Bye bye now." She said in her friendliest tone. "What the hell was that about?" Jane released her grip on her girlfriend's arm as they exited the store, standing in front of the woman, both of her hands resting where they usually sit on her badge and the butt of her handgun.
Maura made a face at the detective's roughness, rubbing the sore spot on her arm. "You can defend your territory and I can't?" She asked, looking like a wounded kitten that got its milk stolen.
"Hey, that's different," Jane defended. "That...ass was being disrespectful towards you." She said, sternly pointing her finger at Maura.
"And that clerk giving you her number isn't disrespectful towards me?"
The Italian's face considerably softened. She let her hand slowly fall down to her side. "I guess, if you look at it that way, it is." She knew Maura was perfectly right. Come to think of it, seeing the doctor in such a state wasn't all that unpleasant. Jane hadn't noticed the smirk forming on the corner of her lips.
"What?" Maura asked, frowning at the brunette's expression.
"It's hot. You, going alpha female. You should do it more often."
Maura smiled warmly as she pressed her hand against her chest, bowing her head slightly. "Why thank you. Although we aren't from the Canis Lupus species, I will take it as a compliment."
Jane chuckled at Maura, tilting her head back as she let out a wolf howl. Both women giggled as they made their way down the busy London streets, hand in hand. "Werewolf in London." She said in a dramatic voice.
"What is that?" The blond asked happily.
Jane raised her eyebrow, glancing at Maura from the corner of her eye. "Movie marathon, when we get home." She stated, matter-of-factly, nodding her head at her own statement. She looked around at the mass of people around them, straight couples had no shame in showing affection in public, why should they? "Maybe, we just have to be more...obvious, that we're together."
"Correct. It would save a lot of useless arguments."
"Agreed." Jane smiled as she leaned down to kiss the petite woman square on the mouth. By standers be damned, PDA activated. It's for the greater good, anyways. Why do I feel like Batman, again? "Hey, Doctor's orders." Was the brunette's response towards Maura's slightly surprised reaction. If I was a superhero, I wouldn't wear spandex. Just sayin'.
Detective Rizzoli stood, shirtless, in front of the full length mirror in their hotel suite, courtesy of the Queen of England herself, adjusting the belt around her waist. She tied her hair in a high pony tail, the curly ends of her hair, however, still managed to cascade a little ways down her back, tickling the naked edge of her shoulder blades. She then put on her silver wristwatch, clipping it around her wrist. She lifted her eyes in the mirror, noticing she had the perfect view of Maura, whom was busy applying her make up in the bathroom. It's referred to a bathroom, as there is a bath in it. Wonderful terminology, don't you think, Jane? Yes, Maura. That's...fantastic. Jane recalled their earlier conversation as they quickly toured the suite. The doctor could make any dull, boring, object become slightly less monotonous with her array of fun facts. Although, the brunette was far more focused on all the flat surfaces the two of them could make love on. The Jacuzzi, the dresser, that ginormous bed -even something as simple as- The walls. The detective picked up the freshly ironed dress shirt, wondering how and when she became such a horn dog. Don't get me wrong, I liked sex before. But with Maura, oh man, I LOVE sex. Call me addicted, 'cause she got me hooked, bad. Maybe I can get a prescription for it: More sex. Jane chuckled to herself as she stuffed the buttoned shirt into the clean cut dress pants.
"Honey," Maura called out as she applied a soft, yet deep, shade of red lipstick. "If you need help with your tie, don't hesitate." I know how hard headed you can be, the doctor thought as she pressed her bottom lip against her upper one, evenly spreading the color around. She looked at herself in the mirror, closely inspecting her handy work. Perfect. The petite woman smiled at her reflection as she closed the lipstick, placing it back into her makeup pouch.
"Will do." Jane responded as she carefully picked up the dark blue jacket. I feel like I should be handling this like a Gold ingot. After slipping on said garment, Jane stared down at the last piece to this fashion puzzle, picking it up like it was an untamed, wild animal. You can do this; you were a sprout trooper for God's sake. Alright, here we go, just like Maur showed me. The detective followed the steps and before she knew it, the tie was tied like a tie should be tied when you tie a tie. Drunken tongue twister of the evening, ladies and lezzies.
Dr. Isles stepped out of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame, where one would pass through if they wanted to enter the confines of the 'bedroom'. Yes, this suite was fully equipped with a separate bedroom, cut off from the rest of the vast room by two exquisite French doors. Maura's cocktail dress for the evening showed off a shade of dark blue which closely matched Jane's suit. The garment dipping low down Maura's back, exposing the porcelain soft skin. This color was greatly complimented by a pair of dark red, closed Jimmy Choo heels. The pair of shoes acted like the detective's red tie. Tie, tie, tie, tie. Alright, it's out of my system now. "How do I...I." She began in a sultry tone. However, her breath caught in her throat, rendering the woman unable to speak as her hazel eyes fell on none other than Jane. And what a sight it was. I hope I can't get pregnant from this. I have extensive knowledge on the several breeding methods that exist to this day. I can honestly state that staring at a gorgeous woman in a gorgeous suit isn't one of them. Hopefully.
Jane turned around to face her girlfriend, smugly adjusting the tie around her neck and moving her hand in front of her mouth like she's plucking a mobster worthy cigar out of her mouth, a la Don Corlerone. "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse." She recited in a thick Italian accent, pointing to herself, her index and middle finger spread as if said cigar was wedged between the two. She then pretended to inhale smoke and then breathing it out slowly.
"That-That's quite a performance, Detective." Maura cleared her throat, smoothing the invisible wrinkles in her dress as to cover up her sudden arousal.
"Wait," She held up her hand, looking at Maura's outfit, then her own. "You color coordinated our outfits?" The question was spoken slowly, as if Jane didn't believe what was coming out of her own mouth.
"Well," Maura looked down at her dress. "You said we needed to be more obvious about the fact that we're in a relationship..."
"And you thought matching our outfits, like six year old twins, would help?" Jane exclaimed, moving her arms around with every word spoken.
Maura's bottom lip jutted out as she full on pouted. "I just thought it would look...cute." The doctor said in a small voice, smiling apologetically.
"You're lucky that you're cute." The Italian grinned as she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's waist, giving the tip of Maura's nose a quick peck.
"Actually, luck has nothing to do with genetics. The fact that you have impeccable traits starts with-"
"Something I wouldn't understand seeing as I don't have a PhD in Google." Jane finished the sentence and took a step back, opening her arms. "I think it's safe to say, that you like. Yeah?" She smirked and stuffed her hands in the pockets, rocking back on her heels.
Maura walked up to the teasing detective. "Oh I like. I like very much." She whispered as she took hold of Jane's tie, pulling her down. She twisted her hand around the red fabric, bringing Jane's face that much closer to hers.
The tall brunette softly placed both of her scared hands on either side of Maura's face. "Sei bellissima."* She whispered huskily, before leaning down and firmly pressing her lips against the doctors'.
"Jane..." The petite blond breathed against the detective's soft lips.
"Maura." Jane repeated in a teasing tone as she trailed her kisses down Maura's jaw.
The doctor moved her head sideways, closing her eyes as she let the wonderful sensation of Jane's lips claiming her neck. "We have...we have to be there in fifteen minutes."
"Is there suppose to be a point?" Jane nipped and sucked the heated skin under her lips.
"We can't be late." Her hands clutched to Jane's biceps.
"We won't." She let the curve of Maura's sides guide her hands down to her hips as she rested one of her hands on a delicate thigh.
The medical examiner pulled back, placing her hand over Jane's one that was currently sitting on her thigh. "We're a tad confident, are we, Detective?" She asked with her own smirk, tracing small circles around the single scar, careful not to touch the bandages on Jane's hand.
"You think I can't make you orgasm in fifteen minutes?" Jane brushed her thumb along the skin below in a languid up and down motion.
"Can you?" Maura questioned with a raised eyebrow, looking at her girlfriend through her eyelashes. She let her hand slide up Jane's forearm, then downwards again, lightly dragging her nails against the woman's olive skin in the process.
"I sense a challenge." Jane started to back them up towards the king size fortress of a bed.
She let herself fall backwards as her knees came in contact with the mattress. "You sense right." The blond bit her bottom lip as she pulled Jane down on top of her by the hem of her jacket.
The brunette placed one knee between her girlfriend's thighs, straddling Maura's left leg. "Double or nothing, I make you scream my name, twice, in ten minutes." Her hands fell beside the woman's head, giving her the support needed as she arched her back, pressing her crotch flush against Maura's'.
Her hand flew behind the brunette's head, gripping it tightly as she forced it down. The need and want quickly took over her actions. Everything that happened in the last two days had thrown both women off track. However, instead of talking it out, unspoken words translated in rough physical contact. "You're on." Maura whispered, searching for chocolate brown eyes, searching for the control they lost when the doctor was taken hostage.
"Oh we are so on, sweetie." The detective forcibly pushed the dress upwards, snaking two fingers past the barrier of Maura's panties and easily slipping them inside her heated core.
"Oh..." The doctor hissed in a breath, her previous confident attitude melting away as Jane's fingers filled her and set her whole body on fire. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's shoulders, holding onto to Jane as if she let go, the woman would crumble into a pile of ash. "Jane...don't.."
"What?" The woman lifted her head, confused as she stared down at Maura's contorted face.
"Ever let go." She finished in a shaky breath as she rocked her hips against Jane's fingers.
"Never." The detective replied, leaning down to capture Maura's lips in a heated kiss.
The words spoken held a deeper, more powerful meaning that both women had yet to comprehend. Neither one of them wanted to understand, or begin to figure out what it meant. The only thing they wanted to feel was each other. The room was silent except from the detective's name repeatedly being chanted by a certain doctor.
"Oh my God, Jane!" The doctor exclaimed as she faced her girlfriend.
"Why are you yelling?" Jane whispered through gritted teeth. "Didn't you yell enough back at-ow!"
The doctor lightly elbowed Jane in the ribs, cutting off her sentence. "My, lipstick, smudged." She said slowly, almost dangerously.
"That's why you're shouting? Really?" Jane asked disbelievingly as she rubbed her sore ribs.
"Don't use that tone with me, miss."
"You're-ugh." The brunette twisted her neck sideway and closed her mouth tightly, letting out a muffled groan as she clenched her fists together. She somehow made the conclusion that it would be better if she kept her trap shut, this time. She yells at me and I get in trouble? Unbelievable.
"Stop moving and let me fix it." Maura tried to match her firm tone with an equally firm expression, but her efforts were useless. She couldn't stay mad at Jane even if she tried. The doctor used her thumb to erase the smudged red lipstick from the detective's mouth. "There. Now we're ready." She said, suddenly excited like a teenager waiting in line for a roller coaster ride. "Is my hair okay? My mother would notice if it looks out of place." Maura started to nervously thread her fingers through her hair.
"Actually," Jane held onto a single strand of honey-blond hair. "This hair is two millimeters off." Jane employed a dramatic tone to enhance her over-exaggeration.
"Shut up." Maura slapped the brunette's hand away as she continued up the stairs.
"I was...joking." The Italian paused in mid sentence as Maura held up her index in front of her face, silently telling her to stop talking, in the most polite way possible, of course.
They approached the young man at the front entrance door. "Hello, I'm Doctor Maura Isles and this is Detective Jane Rizzoli. I believe we're on your list." She wasn't using their social status to scare or to intimidate the man, but merely to make sure if her mother had forgotten, again, to add them to list, they had a plan B.
"Right you are. Here are your passes." The man smiled brightly, handing both the women a piece of plasticized paper that looked like a credit card. "You may present this to the bartender in order to receive a free drink. Have fun ladies."
"Thanks...Yoda." Jane said, making a face as she slid the card in the inner pocket of her jacket.
"She's rather lovely before she opens her mouth, isn't she?" If the brunette wanted to be mouthy, Maura wouldn't hesitate to embarrass her.
"Sure..." He said, frowning slightly, unsure if he should have agreed or dismissed the question entirely. It wasn't his place to get involved in a lover's spat.
"She's a comedian. A comedian doctor. A very underrated profession." The detective replied as she glanced at Maura with a mock proud expression, throwing her arm around the smaller woman's shoulders.
"I'm not sure I'm following..."
"Let's go now, honey, my parents are waiting for us." Do not let the dazzling smile fool you, what was supposed to be a sweet pet name, was said in a harsh and commanding tone.
"Of course, of course." Jane put on a fake smile before she turned to the young man, whom was desperate to get away from this crazy couple. She looked at him seriously and mouthed: Never get a girlfriend. She patted him on the back and followed Maura's ass, at least that's where her eyes were, as they entered the building.
Both women were pleasantly surprised to see that the antique look of the building continued inside. The dining hall was as large as an American Football field, if not bigger. There was a massive crystal suspended chandelier, which was probably bigger than Maura's Prius, illuminated the whole room. The dinning set looked as sophisticated as the high ceiling with the detailed and eccentric wall accents.
"This very room was designed by William Wilkins in the early 1920 era." Maura explained as she laced her arm through Jane's.
"Yeah, I guessed this wasn't Martha Stewart's work." The detective replied as she looked up at the ceiling.
The doctor chuckled, lightly slapping the brunette's arm. "Very funny. Although, Stewart's decorating style is very different from this Georgian Gothic. It's along the lines of modern-contemporary."
"No more home decorating channel for you." Jane teased with a wink.
"Oh God, here they are. Behave, please?" The blond pleaded.
"You say that like I never behave." The detective retorted sarcastically.
Maura gave one last pleading look before turning towards the approaching couple. Before she had the chance to say anything, they both enveloped her in a tight hug.
"Oh, darling. How good it is to see you." Constance said, as she squeezed her daughter. She had never displayed this much emotion towards Maura during the whole twenty years she and her husband had raised her. Tragic events change people, some for the better and some for the worst. In this case, we can safely assume it was for the better.
"We were so worried." The man continued. He was tall, about the same height as Jane. His hair was kept short, neatly trimmed, but slightly longer in the front, making them look a little bit wilder when they weren't brushed to the side. He had a very square jaw line and a cleft just like the detective. His eyes were small, although the bright sea blue color compensated for their size. It brought a certain kindness to his face. In his younger days, he would have been a very handsome man.
As her adoptive parents pulled away from the family embrace, Maura placed a hand on Jane's shoulder, turning towards her father with a dashing smile. "Father, this is Jane Rizzoli. Detective Jane Rizzoli. She-"
Mr. Isles held his hand towards the brunette, whom reciprocated the gesture. "Detective Rizzoli, of course. You're the brave woman who saved my daughter's life."
"We can't thank you enough, Detective. What you did," Constance said, placing a hand over her chest as she looked at her husband. "It means so much to us." Her voice cracked slightly as she tried to swallow down the emotions.
Jane shook the man's hand firmly, nodding her head with a polite, almost shy smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Isles. And there's no need to thank me, Maura's my...best friend." Jane hesitated, momentarily glancing at the petite blond beside her. Crap, Maura had planned how we were going to tell them. Let's hope they don't ask too much questions about her personal life.
"Well, she's a very lucky woman to have a friend like you in her life, Detective."
"Call me, Jane, sir."
"Would you like a drink, Jane?" He emphasized her name, showing the woman he understood her request.
"That would be great." Jane replied vaguely, fiddling with her hands.
"If you could a little more specific..." Mr. Isles said as he motioned towards the bar, which housed every brand of liquid courage you could dream of.
The brunette laughed nervously. Awesome, Rizzoli, you look like a ditz. "Right, ah, a beer is, just fine. Thank you."
"We have Strongbow in a tap, if that's quite alright with you."
"Sounds...great." And a total penis metaphor. The detective covered up her chuckle as she scratched the back of her head and looked down at her shoes.
"You look dashing, Maura. And so do you, Jane. It's good to see you again." Mrs. Isles complimented, genuinely happy to see the brunette again. Her bluntness helped the distant mother to realize she had to make up for the time she had lost. The time she could have spent getting to know the amazing woman she had raised herself, even if, biologically, she wasn't truly hers.
"Thank you mother. You look rather stunning yourself." Maura placed one of her hands on Jane's arm. "If you'll both excuse me, I'll accompany father to get us some drinks." She explained as she followed the tall man towards the busy bar.
"Right back at ya." Jane said with a grin. "It was nice to see you put us on the list this time." She teased.
"I do apologize for-Oh my, is that a Hugo Boss suit?"
"Eh, yeah." Jane said as she awkwardly looked down at herself.
Constance looked at the woman up and down. "I have to say you're one of the first women I have seen wearing such an exquisite suit. Oddly enough, it fits you perfectly."
"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment, but thanks." Both women chuckled. "Maura, she picked it, for me." Jane deepened, subconsciously biting her lip as she thought of their little 'challenge', which she won. I got mad skills, yo.
"My daughter does appreciate the finer things in life." Constance was beginning to suspect her daughter had a much deeper relationship with the detective. She did invite Jane to the charity event, but she also specified that they both could bring dates also. Two gorgeous women such as these two couldn't possibly have this much trouble finding a date unless they didn't want any. Or perhaps I'm thinking too much and becoming paranoid.
"That she does." She smiled as she spotted Maura and her father walking towards them, both of them holding two drinks.
"Here you go, ho-Jane." Maura's eye went wide as she realized she almost referred to Jane as her 'honey' in front of her clueless parents. She quickly handed the brunette her requested beer, but found herself trapped as she tried to withdraw her hand.
Jane narrowed her eyes at the doctor, clasping her hand over Maura's on the tulip glass. "Did you just call me a ho?" The detective asked in a low whisper.
"I did not. I had a near slip. Now, Strongbow is an apple cider beer; don't look too surprised when you drink it." Maura used their closeness to her advantage as she quickly informed her girlfriend about this fact.
Jane raised her eyebrow at the doctor; trying to keep a straight face as she used all the subtlety she could muster to smell the alcoholic beverage. Doesn't smell like a garbage bag, I guess that's a green flag. Tentatively, the woman approached her lips towards the rim of the glass and took a tiny sip. "Oh man, this is good."
"Brewed locally. One of England's finest ciders." Mr. Isles explained with a proud smile as he handed a glass of champagne to his wife.
"No kiddin'. We need some of this at home." Jane commented. She lifted the glass to her lips fully; having every intention of guzzling down the liquid like it was the last drop of alcohol on earth. Although, she saw the 'Please behave' look Maura was giving her, thus having to settle for a tiny sip. She had no choice to comply if she wanted to get some tonight, or to simply not have to sleep on the couch for getting piss drunk and embarrassing her in front of all these rich white people, just like she had previously had the honor to do at the Fairfield mansion two years ago. You can take a breath, that was a long sentence.
"Jane...likes beer." Maura justified, with a nervous chuckle of her own.
After a light conversation, the foursome sat down in the middle of one of the many dining tables, surrounded by strangers. I wonder if they'd all have heart attacks if they knew I was only a detective and earned a yearly salary equal to their monthly paychecks. This just in, disaster strikes at a charity event where a few hundreds of rich white people suddenly suffered heart attacks. Why is Maura looking at me weird, why is...everyone looking at me weird? Oh crap, did I say that out loud?
"May I ask what is so funny, Miss Rizzoli?" Constance asked, eager to hear what the detective had to say.
Thank the lord of...beer. I was laughing alone. That doesn't seem crazy at all now does it? Who asked you? "I was just...thinking about a joke...Maura told me earlier." Jane lied.
"Really?" The professor looked pleasantly surprised as she turned to her daughter. "I don't remember you to be the avid joker, dear."
Maura exchanged glances with Jane briefly before she cleared her throat and smiled at her mother. "I guess Jane's rubbing off on me." In more ways than one.
"Dear, may I ask, are you seeing anyone?"
"Ah, I-I-I...Well," The doctor's brain was working overtime to try and come up with something that wasn't a lie, but wasn'the truth either.
I think a change of subject is in order before they start to pry too much. "So, what's for dinner?" The detective leaned forward on the table, resting her weight on her elbows as she intertwined her hands together.
"We will be served a ten course diner, starting with oyster meyer lemon granite, stiped bass collar and cuttlefish and oxtail. One of the deserts will be a lemon mousse with pine nuts brittle and parsley. The rest is a surprise." Mrs. Isles revealed with a slight giddiness, similar to Maura's.
"Oh, goody. I love surprises." Jane's face fell as she turned to Maura; leaning close enough to be able to whisper in the small amount of privacy they were given. "I don't even know what all those are and frankly I'm not sure I want to. The names make me want to vomit in my mouth and-"
"Okay, stop. I get it." Maura whispered back. "Just...chug it down like you would if it was beer."
"What is that suppose to mean?" Jane growled in a whisper.
The blond woman simply moved away and gave her girlfriend a pointed look then turned her attention towards two very inquisitive parents. "Jane isn't familiar with European cuisine." The both nodded their heads in unison.
The detective made it her life goal, for right now, to get herself another beer before they were served their first meal. If it was as bad as it sounded, at least she could chase it down with the sweet and bitter beverage. As Jane sat back down, with the comfort of a cold beer in her hand, their first course was being served: Oyster Meyer. Vomit. I don't understand why fancy places serve snot. "Maura," She turned her head, coughing in order to hide her very audible gag. "I can't eat this." She continued regretfully.
Maura bottom lip started to quiver as her forehead creased and her hazel eyes started to water.
"Maur, are you alright?" Jane asked, her voice laced with concern.
"I...I." The petite blond attempted putting words into a sentence. She quickly sat up and disappeared in the women's washroom.
"Oh dear, what could have her this bothered?" Mrs. Isles questioned, craning her head to see her daughter quickly retreat to the washrooms. She was about to stand up when Jane beat her to it.
"I'll go. We'll be right back." Jane excused herself from the table, tracking Maura's footsteps. There were about a dozen women in line in front of the door. Really, you have ONE bathroom in a fancy place like this? However, the detective didn't spot the honey-blond in the line, which indicated she was most-likely the one occupying the washroom. She walked in front of the line and knocked on the door. "Open the door, it's me. Please."
"Hey! Wait in line like everybody else." A woman complained.
Jane mimicked her tone: "Hey! I know, let's play mind your own damn business." She replied harshly, hitting the door harder. "Maura, open the door." Still no response.
"Bloody Americans. Think they own the planet." The woman grumbled under her breath.
"Maura, I'll kick the door down if you don't open it." The detective warned, taking a step back with every intention to do so.
"Someone should call the pigs. This bird is definitely going bonkers."
Jane glared at the European woman as she moved her jacket to reveal her shiny gold badge. "Wha'd you call us?"
The woman's eyes went wide with embarrassment and fear. Not another word was spoken.
The door creaked open, just barely, but enough for Jane to snake her hand in between and wedge herself in.
"Did I hear someone call you a pig?" Maura asked with a slight frown as she blew her nose with toilet paper.
"S'not important. I'm more interested in knowing why you seem so upset." Jane placed her hand on the medical examiner's shoulders, staring down into puffy hazel eyes. "Is it me?" Maura didn't answer. I should have known I'd be an embarrassment to her. This isn't my crowd. What were you thinking Rizzoli? "I'm sorry I'm not as well mannered as your high class family."
"No, Jane, honey, of course not. That's not it." The doctor rushed out.
"Then why are you crying?"
"I'm scared." Maura revealed, looking down at her hands.
The brunette's forehead creased with concern. "Scared of what, Maura?" She asked softly.
And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
"I'm scared that...that my parents won't love me anymore." Maura's voice cracked as a heart wrenching sob escaped her parted lips.
"Because you're dating a woman?" The detective questioned, receiving a positive nod for an answer. "You're being silly. Your parents love you. They wouldn't just turn around and say 'hey, my daughter's gay so I'm not gonna love her anymore'. That's not how it works, sweetie. I'm sure they'll be alright with it." She reasoned, wiping away the fresh tears that trickled down Maura's cheek.
"What if they throw us in a fire because they think we're possessed by the Devil?" Maura suddenly looked very nervous at her own farfetched fear.
Jane raised an eyebrow. "How much have you had to drink?" Shaking her head, she continued: "Okay, first of all, do you see any bonfire around? And second, your parents aren't even catholic, Maura." The brunette pointed out.
"That's beside the point. Studies show that traumatic events can completely throw someone off track, causing them to commit certain actions they normally wouldn't."
"Being gay isn't traumatic, it's not a disease. If they can't accept it, it won't be your fault. Trust me; they'll regret it in the end." Jane attempted to sooth her girlfriend by rubbing slow circles on her shaking hands with her thumbs. "I think you should just say it right now, get it out of the way."
"But, I was going to wait after diner." Maura wanted to stick to her plan. Things that were planned out and executed in order caused her less anxiety. She knew what to except, unlike her parent's reaction.
"I know, I know, Maur," Jane let her hands trail down the blond's bare arms and clasped their hands together. "But you know as well as I do that you can't lie. Just let it out, you'll fell a thousand times better, I promise."
"I don't know if I can, Jane. I'm not as brave as you are."
"That's bullshit! You're the bravest medical examiner I know." Jane sighed. This didn't seem to reassure the doctor one bit. "Remember that time you protected baby John Doe from that wacky nurse? You put yourself in harm's way, intentionally, to protect an innocent life. That's who you are, Maura." After a short pause, the brunette added: "If you want to, I can tell them myself."
"No, no. It wouldn't be fair. You're the one who made the announcement to your family. I should do the same." The doctor was determined.
Jane smiled warmly at her girlfriend. "You can do this. I'll be right there with you." She said softly, squeezing Maura's hands.
"I can do this." She repeated, coaxing herself. She fixed her dress, standing straight with her chin high.
"Go get 'em tiger." Jane chuckled as she opened the door for the petite woman, motioning for her to head out.
Maura moved to step out, however she stopped herself and looked back at the brunette. "Jane?" She asked.
"Yeah?" Even though the detective asked the question, she knew, by the tone of Maura's voice, and by the large smile that reached her eyes, what the doctor wanted to say.
"Thank you." It wasn't spoken as loud as the emotions swirling in her eyes, but the brunette understood.
Jane smiled. "Anytime."
Both women sat down in their respective place; Jane eased herself out of her jacket and rolled the sleeves of her shirt while Maura looked straight at her parents, the determined expression on her face not wavering. The detective held onto one of the petite woman's hands, giving it a supportive squeeze.
"Mother, father," The doctor started, taking a deep breath. "Jane and I are in a committed, exclusive relationship. I know I should have mentioned something sooner, but believe me when I say this is only a recent development. And, I would rather announce it in person rather than over the phone." Maura prepared herself for the worst as soon as she stopped talking, squeezing the life out of Jane's hand during the few seconds of agonizing silence.
"Oh Maura, we couldn't be happier for you." Constance exclaimed.
"You are? I mean, of course they are." Jane quickly caught herself.
"So, you still love me?" The doctor asked in a tentative voice.
"Isn't that a silly question, darling? Of course we still love you. We always will."
"As long as Miss Rizzoli here treats you right and makes you happy, what more could we ask for?" Mr. Isles added, sharing a smile with the brunette.
"I'm so relieved. I was frightened." Maura pressed both of her hands against her chest, tears of happiness making her eyes shine.
"How so? Your father and I never exhibited any sort of homophobic behavior."
"I know that, mother. Fears are irrational."
"That's quite true."
"I say we celebrate this wonderful news." The doctor's father raised his glass in front of him, looking between his daughter and the brunette. "Jane, I would like to formally welcome you to our family."
"Thank you, sir." Jane and Maura shared a look that could only be described a pure happiness. The detective leaned down to kiss the doctor's forehead before the foursome clinked their glasses together.
"I am sincerely happy that Maura has chosen such a wonderful young lady to be her partner. If someone deserves a loving wife, it would be my daughter." Mr. Isles and Jane were sitting on the steps, waiting for their taxi. The weather wasn't 'dress friendly', making the brunette happy that she was wearing a suit, minus the jacket, which had been slung over the blond's shoulders.
Jane ignored the fact that he used to word wife, not wanting to dwell deeper on the meaning. "Why do you say that?" She questioned curiously.
"Maura," He sighed and looked down. "Well, you know her. She's rather odd and extremely socially awkward. When she was just a child, she had a very hard time making any friends." The man pulled out a thin pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his jacket. Offering one to the detective, who refused, before lighting himself one.
"See, I don't get that. She's such a fun, loving, person. Not to mention she has the smarts of ten rocket scientists put together."
"Some people are put off by this, or jealous. Children can be very mean when they're jealous. Adults too." Mr. Isles remarked.
Jane leaned forward on her legs, looking down at the new pair of shoes that still shinned in the moonlight. "Still, I feel lucky that she even considered dating me. I always figured she'd be with someone..."
"Of the same social status." He finished for her.
"Yeah, not a blue collar, Italian-American." The brunette continued as she picked at her nails.
"Social status isn't everything. We never raised her to be vain. I believe she would have loved you the same even if you were a bum on the street." Mr. Isles reasoned, patting the woman's right shoulder.
Jane used her best French accent: "I'm sure she'd love the 'eau de garbage' on me. Or even, 'fifty shades of tuna: the fragrance'." This earned her a loud chuckle from her girlfriend's father.
"I can see why my daughter likes you. You're quite the riot." He remarked, still chuckling.
"I can see why Maura is such a wonderful person." She retorted.
"Charming." He grinned.
"I try." Her grinned matched his.
"Use these charms to deceive my daughter, and I'll see that some of your bones will...suffer damage." His attempt at scaring the brunette failed miserably, fumbling with the words in a clumsy manner.
"Nice twist on an old classic." She said.
"Was it scary? It was my first try. I never had to practice really." Mr. Isles said honestly.
"Sure, you had me shaking there." Was Jane's sarcastic reply.
"Kindly, sod off." He joked, lightly pushing the woman with his shoulder.
"Great timing, our taxi's here." The brunette retorted as she stood up, waving to Maura.
"Don't forget our diner tomorrow evening."
"Wouldn't miss it, sir." Was the last thing Jane said as she walked down the remaining steps and opened the cab door for the blond.
"You're not disappointed, are you, mother?" Maura and Constance were standing on the sidewalk, patiently waiting for the doctor's taxi to arrive.
"What would I be disappointed about, dear?"
Maura tightened her hold on Jane's jacket, pulling it tighter around her shoulders. Smells like her. "That I'm not going to marry this handsome prince charming and have children."
The art professor chuckled. "Darling, in case you haven't noticed, Jane is more handsome than any man could ever be in that suit. And you can have children, there are other methods."
"I know. I-Jane and I have yet to have a conversation about children. I mean, we're not married yet. Oh, what am I saying? We haven't even been together for a year." Maura licked her lips, shaking her head as her train of thoughts was spit out in a nervous ramble.
"Love is love, Maura. Whether it's been a few months or one hundred years. If that is what you foresee in your future with Jane, I would be glad to be a part of it all." Constance genuinely said.
Maura couldn't help the shy smile that spread across her delicate face. "I know it sounds silly, but I truly believe we're soul mates."
"When two souls are meant to find each other, it only takes a few seconds to fall in love. If your relationship with Jane is as such, you have nothing to worry about." There's nothing better than a mother's advice.
"I feel like," The petite blond took a moment too look up at the night sky. No stars in sight. "Nothing could go wrong. That even in the worst times, we can always count on each other and it makes me feel safe, loved even."
"That is the definition of a fulfilling relationship, my dear daughter."
"Thank you, so much." Both women shared a side hug.
Constance saw the lanky brunette waving at them from the stairs. "Go, I think a certain detective is anxious for your return."
"I love you, mother."
"I love you too, darling."
Maura walked towards her girlfriend, who opened the backdoor of the taxi vehicle for her. She gave her a quick peck before sliding in the backseat. She scooted towards the left, leaving enough space for the detective to get in. She let her head fall on the brunette's shoulder as Jane wrapped her arm around her. Maura had an odd feeling she had jinxed them. You're not the superstitious type, she thought to herself as she nuzzled Jane's neck.
*It translates to "You're beautiful.", in Italian.
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