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A/N: This is my last segment in Maura's POV. Yes, *slumps shoulders* sad but true my friends. So here's some laughs that might soften the blow.
Walking towards my judge's chambers I finally allow my thoughts to quickly shift from the difficult custody case I'm presiding over back to this past weekend which was absolutely sublime. However that almost seems like a gross understatement. Jane, Jane, Jane whom let me have my way with her all day Saturday and most of Sunday. I hated watching her leave by Sunday night; my bed felt so empty without her, but I cannot very well become the lesbian stereotype and ask Jane to move in with me. With our recent transition from flirty best friends to lovers it's simply too soon.
I have never gotten this entranced by someone I was dating. Truthfully, I have never felt this way about anyone. The sounds of my Louboutin's make quite a cadence on the marble floor of the hallway. Finally, I turn the corner that leads to my office and then upon entering I see that my office assistant has gone out for lunch already. Opening the door to my chamber's I hang up my robe on its designated hook by the door and then smooth down any wrinkles it may have garnered.
"Way to dispense some justice, Dr. Isles."
I startle slightly at the sound of Jane's raspy alto. But I compose myself before I gradually turn around and the sight I see is pleasantly surprising, yet somewhat unsettling.
"Jane, please get out of my chair." I reply sternly but also very playful.
I cross the threshold to stand directly in front of Jane, whom is looking up at me, smirking while slouched in my chair. At least she knew better than to put her feet up on my desk.
"And what if I don't want to get out of your righteous chair of justice?" She retorts, while crossing her arms over her chest, with a very smug smile firmly plastered on her face.
I narrow my eyes and give my girlfriend a thoroughly annoyed sigh before picking up my office phone.
"Then I will be forced to call the bailiffs and have you escorted out of my chamber's Marshall Rizzoli."
Of course I will do no such thing but our playful banter pleases me to no end. And I love the fact that my girlfriend possibly stopped by to have lunch with me? I watch as Jane hesitates, gauging my facial expression to see how hollow my threat really is.
"God, woman! Judge Judy would be scared of you." Jane retorts, finally getting up out of my chair.
I chuckle at Jane's joke because I am in fact familiar with that T.V. judge and her fearsome demeanor. At the same time I also admire Jane's retreating and delicious backside while replacing the phone in its cradle. Jane is wearing a tailored dark gray suit today with a lovely obsidian blue silk blouse and matching two inch heels to compliment her suit. Very appealing, yet professional but nothing will be quite as luscious as a naked Jane, now that I've seen her that way. I smile inwardly at my libidinous thoughts while I sit down in my chair. Jane sits down as well, but none too gracefully in one of the seats in front of my desk.
"So Jane, what is occasion for sneaking into my office, lurking behind my desk, and waiting for me to catch you hot-handed sitting in my chair?" I retort, in a teasing voice while swiveling in my chair to face Jane. Who is laughing at me?
"It's red-handed, Maur." Jane replies while laughing; covering her mouth with her hand.
I frown at her momentarily but then I give her a small smile. She then sits up straighter and fidgets with her blazer's cuffs briefly. Blunt force sarcasm in three, two, one.
"Well firstly, your honorable Dr. Pepper I wasn't lurking! U.S. Marshalls don't lurk, we stake-out. Secondly, I was being deposed about a fugitive case here in this building," Jane gestures around the room. "And thirdly, it's your lunch break so I thought I might be able to persuade you into having lunch with me." She finishes, giving me a dimpled smirk while leaning back into her seat.
"And I didn't know you were so sensitive about your chair." I hear Jane add, mumbling under her breath.
"I heard that Jane and well now you know about me and my chair." I retort playfully. "And yes I can be coerced into having lunch with you." I add while standing up and moving around my desk towards the door. I pause by my closet to collect my purse. "Shall we?" I toss over my shoulder to a still seated Jane, who I see in the mirror mounted on the closet door spring up and rush to stand behind me.
"You are so bossy, Dr. Isles," Jane breathes into my ear while rubbing her hands up and down my arms. "And so lucky that I like that quality in you."
I shudder when Jane lowers her voice and then a small blush creeps up in my cheeks as I watch Jane's reflection give me a smug smirk over my shoulder.
Jane takes me to a cozy Italian bistro for lunch. We both order something simple and as always the conversation flows between us, along with some flirting. I still can't rationalize if there was anyone else I was ever this at ease with. Sitting across from Jane at our table I stop gazing into her chocolate eyes briefly to witness the surrounding tables. I notice a few male and female patrons stealing glances at my unassuming girlfriend. I'm not the jealous type and they may look, but should anyone of them entertain notions of hitting on her. Those thoughts very quickly evaporate though as I recall what Jane said about me. I let it slide earlier, now I want to see if I can get her to squirm a bit.
I wipe my mouth on the linen napkin and place it back across my lap. "Jane, how am I bossy?" I ask, genuinely curious.
She gives me a small close-lipped smile before taking a somewhat prolonged drink of water. Jane's baiting me right back; the things we do to one another. She places her water back on the table and slowly wipes her mouth with her napkin. I hear that raspy chuckle again before Jane is done stalling.
"Honestly, Maur it's not like your bossy over every little thing, but you tend to like some things to go a certain way and most people are like that." Jane says before taking a small bite of the salad I ordered for her. Oh God! She's right about me but I just want her to eat a bit healthier. "You are so not like my mother for example; she is the nagging bossy kind. Where you're more the helpful kind of bossy."
Good save Jane. Somewhat satisfied by her answer I switch to another burning question.
"How does the doorman at that dance club know you?"
She doesn't seem all that surprised by the question. Instead of answering right away though she waves over our waiter to clear our plates.
"Do you want dessert Maur?"
"No thank you." My answer directed to both Jane and the waiter.
"Could we get the check please?" Jane asks the waiter. He merely smiles and we have our privacy once more.
"Jane, answer the question if you please." I ask, in a chiding yet playful tone.
Jane gives me a small smile, as she moves her chair back from the table a bit and crosses her long legs.
"Since you really want the story, once upon a time...wait do you wanna come over here and sit on my lap first, so it can be a proper story time?" Jane asks, while patting her thigh.
"Very funny but I don't think that would be advisable." I reply, pursing my lips and shaking my head at her.
"Suit yourself. So, once upon a time 'Machine' was strictly a gay bar but that changed about eight years ago because gay men found new ways to hook up, via the internet."
I give Jane a surprised look. Wow, my so called 'googlemouth' appears to be wearing on her or is it rubbing off on her?
"What? I'm not Tommy Lee Jones hunting down Harrison Ford's ass all the time." Jane says. No doubt commenting on my facial expression.
"Language Jane." I admonish. She gives me an amused look and then continues.
"This happened almost six years ago now and I had just gotten engaged to he-who-shall-not-be-named right now I heard about the place and I figured it would be a cool place to get a drink without being hit on." Jane gives me a small smirk before she continues. We haven't really spoken at length about her ex-husband and I don't want to push that topic. "You know Maur now that I think about it, me going out drinking two days after he proposed should have been a huge red light."
Jane appears to mentally shake herself. "On with the story, I was wrong though about being an environment I wouldn't get hit on. Anyways, this very drunk, very randy man with his wife tow no less propositioned me for a threesome, possibly a foursome with this other girl they had just spoken to." Jane rolls her eyes at that part of her story. "I had a nice buzz going and I just wanted to be left alone. But this guy didn't respond to me saying no, so let's just say I bounced them both out of the club instead of the bouncer."
Jane laughs while leaning back in her seat. "God, Frankie was the officer who responded to the call about the drunk and disorderly. So I guess the main reason the doorman remembers me is because the only reason I wasn't arrested is because, well...'I am the law!'" Jane drastically lowered her voice at the end and then started laughing.
I smile at Jane but I am at a loss for the reference.
"Aww come on Maur, Sylvester Stallone in Judge Dredd...it's a movie?" Jane asks, looking anticlimactic.
"Apologies, Jane." I retort, giving her a flirty smirk. "You will just have to educate me about this movie."
"I will at my house. But just so you know if you start talking about the plot holes and how the future science is wrong and their judicial system is unrealistic. I will have the bailiffs escort you out of my chambers!"
Soundtrack:"I Fought The Law" & "Complete Control" by The Clash
A/N 2:Up next is the return of the mighty Jane POV and a little fast forward in time. *Editing this again after so many years has been fun; this story still makes me laugh and smile.*
