So I only have a few days left of school so I'll be able to write more! Yay. But I was thinking of starting a new story and would love love to get thoughts on whether or not I should do it. Was sitting in the librarybSo please please private message or review this chapter with your thoughts. I am sorry that I haven't updated in a long time, I will soon I promise! But please leave your thoughts :)
This would probably be just a short little one shot.
Title: It Started With A Question
Everything was going as it normally did on the average Tuesday night. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about it- the routine was down and everything was in the place that it always turned out to be in.
Maura was seated at one end of the couch, dressed comfortably in yoga pants and Jane's BPD sweatshirt that she always asked to wear after about an hour of being in Jane's apartment. She would claim there was a draft, but the air was never on, the windows were always shut. If she were being honest with herself, she would accept that she does this not because it removes a chill, but because Jane's scent wrapped around her body is far more comforting than any meditative technique she's ever tried. Jane sat on the other end, wearing spandex shorts under old field hockey sweatpants, the black under armor band rested above the roll of her sweatpants. Her tanned midsection was slightly exposed due to her tight tank top rising slightly up. Jane's long legs extended to the opposite end of the couch, ending in her ankles resting on Maura's lap. Maura's hands rested on Jane's ankles, twisting the soft fabric of Jane's sweatpants between her fingers. The television switched to commercials and Maura looked to her left at Jane who was clearly somewhere else. As stated, everything was in place.
After a quiet grumble, Maura decided to use the commercial break to ask Jane a question.
"What do you want to order?" Maura asked, to no response.
She used her hands to grip the detective's ankles hoping the contact would startle her and asked, "Jane, what do you want to eat?"
"You."