A/N-I'm thrilled to see that so many people enjoyed the long awaited Rizzles hotness. Now here's some Rizzles sweetness for you...
When Jane woke up the next morning, she rolled over expecting to find Maura curled up next to her in nothing but her underwear. Instead, she was welcomed by cool sheets and an empty bed. She glanced at the clock. It read 6:58 am.
Jane groaned and rolled back over for what felt like no more than two seconds. Then she heard Maura's radio click on and some very calm people whispering things about the economy or something else that sounded equally boring. Jane fumbled with the clock, but her foggy mind could not figure the damn thing out. Leave it to Maura to have the world's most complicated alarm clock.
Speaking of Maura, where was she? Jane was just waking up enough to realize that Maura was not in bed, where she should be. She must still be in the house.
"Maura," Jane called. When she did not get an immediate response, Jane yelled louder. "Paging Doctor Isles."
Then Jane heard the click of Maura's heels as the approached the door.
"I see you're up," Maura said as she entered the room, already fully dressed for work. She walked over to sit on her side of the bed. She added with a smile, "or I suppose the more accurate term would be that I hear you're up."
"Yeah," Jane said. She smiled back at Maura as she propped herself up on her elbow. "Your clock won't shut off."
"Oh, here we are," Maura said as she picked up the clock and flicked a switch on the bottom. "I'm sorry, I like to start my mornings with some robust conversation."
"Robust? I had to shut it off because it was going to put me right back to sleep," Jane said.
"Well, I suppose NPR is not for everyone," Maura admitted.
After a moment of relaxed silence, Maura's smile suddenly faded and she looked away from Jane to the corner of her bedroom.
"I'm sorry, Maura I didn't mean to upset—
"No, it's not that," Maura said. Jane believed her, not just because Maura claimed to never lie, but because she looked Jane right in the eye to say it.
"What, then," Jane said sitting up and crawling over to sit next to Maura and put a hand on her shoulder. "Tell me what's bugging you."
"What happened last night," Maura said. She paused and looked at her hands. This was the moment Jane feared the most, that she would finally get through to Maura and there would be a retraction, a sort of 'this can't happen again' moment, the kind of moment she had suffered through one too many times.
"It's alright," Jane said as she took her hand off of Maura's shoulder quickly. "We can pretend it never happened."
Maura turned to look at Jane, and, if possible, she looked even more put off than before Jane had spoken.
"That's not what I was going to say, Jane. Is that what you want?" Maura asked. Even though Maura looked profoundly hurt at the thought, Jane felt relief at having her worst fear assuaged.
"No, no, not at all," Jane said as she shifted so that she was closer to Maura on the bed. She hesitated for a moment before taking Maura's hands. "What about last night though?"
Maura hesitated. She looked down then back up at Jane before speaking.
"It's just, you see, I don't do well with complicated human relationships. I'm just now developing a fuller understanding of how to navigate close friendships. I don't, I can't find an adequate definition for what we are now. What are we?"
Maura's voice had started out strong and matter of fact, but her last question sounded more like a plea.
Jane shrugged and stroked Maura's hair, as much a gesture of comfort as one of romantic intimacy.
"I'm not sure, but we don't have to push things," Jane said.
"How can you be comfortable without a definition," Maura said. "I need definitions and boundaries so that I can act accordingly."
"Ok, I'll tell you what," Jane said, turning to face Maura. "We'll call ourselves two people who have insane chemistry, happened to spend a lot of time together doing non-sexual and, lately, romantic type things together."
Maura sat and thought Jane's definition over for a moment. Jane realized after she said it that her definition sounded suspiciously like the definition of two people in a relationship, but she didn't let as much on to Maura, since the doctor didn't seem quite ready for that just yet. Jane figured that if she was ready, Maura would have said that they were in a relationship without hesitation.
"That will have to do for now," Maura said. She smiled again at Jane, that gorgeous, full smile, the one that went all the way up to her eyes. She put a hand on Jane's cheek and gave her a peck on the lips. "And Jane?"
"Yeah," Jane said her eyes drawn down to Maura's lips.
"I wouldn't mind you wearing just a bra and underwear to work," Maura said as she looked down to appreciate Jane's bare toned stomach. "But I believe it would severely limit my productivity."
"You think so? Well, we can't have an unproductive medical examiner," Jane said as she slowly rose from the bed to get her clothes off the floor.
It was then that she realized that the only clothes she had with her was a little black dress and very uncomfortable heels, neither of which would be even remotely appropriate for work.
"Shit, shit, SHIT!" Jane said as she stood grabbing her hair in frustration. Not only did she not have any normal clothes, but she had no time to return home for clothes in Boston traffic if she wanted to get to work anywhere close to on time. "I have nothing to wear."
"Jane, I think three expletives are a bit much," Maura said as she got of the bed and walked over to open her large wardrobe. She seemed to be enjoying Jane's wardrobe freakout much more than Jane would have liked. "You didn't bring a change of clothes with you?"
"No," Jane said as she bent down to snatch up the dress, which was balled up by the foot of the bed. "I didn't even know if we were going on a date so I didn't bring my handy shaving kit either. Sorry."
"You don't sound very sorry," Maura mumbled as she looked through the closet. "Don't worry, I should have something that you'll find suitable for work."
"Not a dress, no dresses or skirts," Jane said as she walked over to Maura and stood looking at the doctor's wide range of pricy outfits, some of which still had the tags on. "The guys'll give me shit."
"If you insist," Maura said. She sighed and continued looking. "I'll have to find a pair of unhemmed pants then because you are quite a bit taller than me."
Jane stood with her hands on her hips as she waited to see something that looked remotely wearable for work. Once in awhile Maura paused on an outfit, pondered it, then shook her head and moved on. Finally, she found a pair of black pants and a long sleeve, button up shirt that Jane could tolerate wearing.
"Here, try this on," Maura said as she sat down on the bed facing Jane. "Give me a fashion show."
"Really?" Jane groaned.
"I'm letting you borrow some very high quality clothing. It's the least you could do," Maura said. She didn't try the pouting this time, probably because she knew she didn't have to. Guilt by itself worked just as well in this case.
"Fine," Jane said.
She began to put the pants on first. Jane stumbled a little bit because she felt this weird nervousness at knowing that Maura was watching her every move intently. She could feel Maura's eyes on her as she bent down to pull up the pants and could have sworn that she caught a glimpse of Maura enjoying Jane's cleavage. Not that Jane minded, it was just strange that they were able to look at each other like that openly now. It would take some getting use to, but Jane was more than willing to make the adjustment.
When Jane finished putting Maura's outfit choice on, she put her arms out and spun around for Maura to see.
"What do you think?" Jane asked.
Maura just looked at Jane for a moment. Jane wasn't sure how she should take Maura's silence, but she suspected it might be a good thing.
"Um, Maura?"
Maura shook her head and smiled at Jane.
"It looks wonderful," Maura said. She got up and walked towards Jane. "Do you remember when I told you about how amazed I am by what people are capable of?"
"Yeah," Jane said.
"I feel that way about you," Maura said as she put her hands on Jane's hips. "And seeing this amazing clothes on you makes it difficult to find words. It's incredibly arousing to say the least."
"If me all dressed up turns you on more than me in a bra and underwear, we might have a problem," Jane said. She wondered to herself why she could not just take the wonderful compliment Maura had paid her. Nope, instead she made a joke out of anything that felt too intense.
"I never said that," Maura said as she moved away from Jane, but kept smiling. "Now let's find you some shoes."
If Maura were being completely honest with herself, which was actually harder than being honest with other people, she was in a fabulous mood. She shouldn't be. After all, statistically speaking, Tuesdays tended to produce lower mood and energy levels than most other days.
Maybe it was that fantastic date with Jane the previous night. Fantastic date with Jane. There were four words Maura had not predicted she would say upon first meeting the detective. Yet it had been terrific, probably one of the best dates Maura could remember, and she was almost positive she remembered all of them.
Maura couldn't spend too much time daydreaming about such things though, because she did have a potential murder victim open on her autopsy table. Maura took a few notes on some particularly gruesome internal injuries so that she would have something to give when Jane came down for a status update. According to Jane's usual pattern of behavior, that should be any minute now. Sure enough, Jane entered no more than ten minutes later.
"So what have we got here?" Jane asked as she stood in the doorway. Maura was keenly aware of Jane's eyes on her even as she bent over the victim.
Maura looked up and couldn't help but smile at Jane. She wasn't accustomed to seeing Jane so well dressed. Maura wished Jane dressed like that more often because she looked wonderful, but still very much Jane.
"Come in," Maura said as she went back to her work. "Make sure to put on the smock and glasses."
"I thought you said you liked this outfit on me," Jane said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
"I do. I find it very attractive. That's why I don't want you getting any blood on it," Maura said. She wasn't sure how Jane missed the logic of that.
Jane just sighed and put on the outfit before approach the body, which Maura had returned to working on. Instead of standing across the table as usual, Jane walked over to stand next to Maura. She put her hand on Maura's lower back and leaned to take a look at Maura's handiwork. Maura stopped her notetaking and looked up at Jane.
"What?" Jane asked. "Did I get blood on your Gucci or something? Because I'm pretty sure I'm all covered up."
"No, it's just what you did. Just now," Maura said, trying and failing not to smile. "It was nice."
"Did what?"
Maura was fairly certain Jane knew exactly what she was talking about it, but had instead decided to be stubborn about it because she did not want to show a softer side. Jane was definitely proving a tough person when it came to accessing her emotions.
"I would show you, but my hands are a little full right now," Maura said, holding up her hands to show her bloodied latex gloves. She returned to start stitching up the man.
"Yeah, well, no problem I guess," Jane said. She continued watching as Maura expertly put the finishing touch on the stitching without saying anything else. "You find anything?"
"I know that he died slowly from a gunshot wound to the abdomen. I found the bullet, but it is too mangled to be of any forensic value," Maura said.
"Fantastic," Jane muttered as she pulled off the smock and goggles. She walked over to her 'morgue desk' to sit down.
Maura threw out her gloves and smock and walked over to sit on her 'wheely' chair, as Jane called it. She scooted over a few feet so that she was sitting by Jane. She understood that Jane did not take the report to be fantastic news, because she had not revealed anything of value that Jane didn't already intuitively know.
"Do I still get to pick where we have lunch this time?" Maura said as she took Jane's hands, which were resting in her lap. "You promised last night that I could pick today."
Jane smiled and looked down at their hands then back up at Maura.
"Yeah, but by that point, I would have promised you just about anything," Jane said. She took her hand away and rubbed Maura's knee. "Withholding what I wanted until you could get something from me. That wasn't very nice."
"I was very nice to you last night, Jane," Maura said, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "I believe your exact word was, if you'll excuse my language, 'fan-fucking-tastic.'"
"Yeah, it was something like that," Jane said. They made lingering eye contact again. Unlike the previous lingering, flirty eye contact, Maura understood it perfectly. She bent forward and put a hand on Jane's face and kissed her softly, no more than a second or two.
"You know, I don't normally like to mix business with pleasure," Jane said, though she didn't move.
"Is that so?" Maura asked. "Well, I'm technically not working at the moment."
"That's funny, because I go on my lunch break any minute now," Jane said. "Let's go to your fancy lunch place though. It's not very romantic in here."
Maura smiled and did her best not to be too enthusiastic as she got up quickly from her chair to take care of a few loose ends with regards to this victim's autopsy. She put the body in the appropriate freezer and filed away her preliminary notes in their appropriate place before leading Jane out to her car.
Jane loved touching Maura. Not just in the sexual way that someone might think if Jane said that, though she liked that part too. No, she liked the closeness she felt to Maura, how it seemed such a natural extension of their relationship. She sometimes did it without even thinking. Just on instinct that was when Jane felt best, when she was close to Maura.
Of course, she would never say that. Jane didn't like to say such things, mostly because they sounded stupid and girly. She would much rather show than tell.
God, Jane hated getting all sappy, but there she was walking out to Maura's car having all these girly thoughts.
"I'll drive if you want," Jane offered. The chances of Maura allowing that were slim, but Jane thought maybe, just maybe, Maura might hand over the keys if she played her cards right.
"Absolutely not," Maura said, as she approached the driver's side. Jane's stride was longer and quicker though, so she slipped in front of the door before Maura could get the key in. "Be reasonable, Jane. You don't even know where I intend to take you."
"You don't have to, just tell me where to turn and we'll be alright," Jane said as she put a hand on Maura's hip. "C'mon, I'm a fast driver."
Maura raised her eyebrows. "That is exactly why I will not allow you to drive my car. For an officer of the law, you tend to be a bit reckless on the road, and I'm rather fond of my car in its current condition."
"Really?" Jane said. "If that's your idea of charming a girl, we have some work to do."
"I had no intention of charming anyone," Maura said. "I was trying to use reason to persuade you, but clearly that is not what you were looking for."
Jane pulled Maura closer and smiled. She liked so many things about Maura, but the fact that she was able to say that and be genuinely surprised never failed to amuse Jane.
"I could always use a little ego boost," Jane said.
"Move out of the way," Maura said as she put her hands on either side of Jane's neck. Then she lowered her voice. "And I'll make it worth your while."
Maura gently put pressure on the back of Jane's neck and kissed her. Jane did not think she could ever get tired of Maura kisses. Each time was different, as if Maura actually put thought into her approach. Jane would not be shocked to find out that Maura actually had done in depth research on the subject.
"You make a compelling case, Doctor Isles," Jane said as she moved to the side to allow Maura into her car. This time around, Jane didn't mind being whipped, especially if it would be worth her while.
Maura just smiled and shook her head.
"Just get in the car. We should get there before the lunch rush," Maura said as she opened the car door.
Jane walked around to the other side and got in.
"Where to?" Jane asked.
"You'll know soon enough," Maura said as she turned the key in the ignition.
A/N-Too much Rizzles fluff for you? There will be a conflict before this story finishes, so it won't be all sugary sweetness like this chapter. I don't know what you guys prefer unless you tell me, so speak up, because I love hearing from each and every one of you.
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