Maura groaned as the buttery sunlight slipped between the curtains in her bedroom, warming her face. It wasn't that she disliked mornings; quite the opposite really. She just happened to have warmed lithe body pressed against hers, and it really did make getting out of bed difficult.
She looked down at the black pieces of hair that spilled out onto the white sheets, almost like ink blots on paper. Jane Rizzoli was beautiful, even when she slept in the middle of her bed. The detective's body was shaped like the letter "k" with her right arm and leg flung over the side of the bed. She truly was a work of art, a orange leaf in fall per se. She represented raw power and beauty, something the poor M.E. was attracted to immensely.
She slowly traced the hem of the white ribbed tank top the brunette had worn to bed, enjoying the rough cotton against her fingers. Slowly, as not to wake the sleeping beauty, Maura gently touched the expanse of back that was exposed to the world. Dipping and rising over the muscled back of the detective was soothing; the blonde wished on a silent God that she could wake every day like this.
Jane started to wake, but only shifted a bit before falling back asleep. The sun was beaming now, casting gentle highlights on the bundle on her bed. She was only recently getting used to sharing space with someone in her life, even if the someone was only a friend.
Jane was closer to Maura that any lover ever had been: They shared meals, they shared clothes, they even shared the occasional shower. But, what Maura wanted so badly that it physically pained her, was to share her heart. But, no one would have it- no one wanted the cold defective heart of Maura Isles.
Little noises permeated into the blonde's sorrowful thoughts as Jane Rizzoli finally roused from her slumber. She opened one eye lazily, seeing Maura sitting up lost in thought. Maura was gorgeous, especially with sleep mussed hair and no makeup; she was a natural wonder of the world. She knew that Maura would make someone very happy, even if it would never be her.
Slowly Jane grabbed Maura's hand, surprised by how cold it was. How long had Maura been sitting like this? She tugged and hazel eyes flicked down towards her and smiled.
"Morning" Maura giggled at the cute faces Jane was making towards the sunlight that invaded her vision.
"G'mornin Maur. You're too cold; c'mere" Jane pulled the small woman under the covers and snuggled up behind her. She inhaled, the smell of Maura's lavender shampoo making her smile. She put an arm around the blonde's thin waist, and buried her cold nose into Maura's hair.
"Casey's gonna be here soon, you don't want to miss your fitting" Maura said lightly, not knowing how long she could keep on like this.
Yes I do. Jane thought sadly.
"Yeah, you're right. Ugh. Ten more minutes? I'm so cozy, it's illegal to move" Jane whined into blonde waves.
"Make it five Jane, you need to eat something before you go" Maura chided softly, knowing that Jane often forgot things like this, and someone needed to take care of her.
So, they laid in Maura's bed for five(and a half) more minutes as they both thought about their future and frowned. Would Jane be happy married to Casey? Would Maura grow old alone? It's questions like those that made those five(and a half) more minutes in bed, the happiest times of their lives.