Written by - whatisiscalledagain
Maura moves in for another kiss but Jane turns her head.
"As much as I would like to enjoy this, I don't think now is the time," the brunette states to the ceiling.
Maura snuggles deeper to the detective, pouting, but also understanding.
"Then can I kiss you tomorrow?" Maura asks.
"If you remember to, then yes."
"Jane, I'm high, not drunk," Maura says, pressing herself closer to brunette.
Slowly, she moves her hand in a circle, rubbing Jane's abdomen.
"I have a question," Maura starts.
"Yes?" Jane inquires.
"Have you ever broken the law?" The blonde yawns.
Jane ponders the question, thinking back to her youth. Maura is surprisingly patient.
"A couple times," comes the rasp. "I was in high school," Jane continues, suddenly playing with a locket of blonde. Maura closes her eyes to listen.
"It was after a football game my junior year," she bites her lip, vacillating whether to continue or not. "Erin and Jay, two of Casey's friends, invited me to a party."
"How cliché," Maura mumbles.
Jane scoffs with amusement. "Well then, no more story time."
"No," Maura coos out, sleep rising in her voice.
Jane takes a breath before continuing, her hand still playing with Maura's hair.
"There was this one time after I graduated. I sneaked out of the house after my curfew." Jane frowns at the memory. "I have no idea what possessed me to do it, but I ended up down by the tracks. There's this old abandoned warehouse down there." She pauses, expecting Maura to interject. The blonde just breathes evenly against her.
"It's one of those you'd see out near the pier or harbor, you know, the shipping storage type warehouses. Yeah, well," she pauses again and swallows, "let's just say I have a tendency to stick my nose where it doesn't belong. But you know that don't you?" Jane asks.
The blonde simply breathes against her.
"Yeah, I knew you did," Jane says to herself, smiling softly, before closing her own eyes.