Shame on me for what I'm dreamin'
Shame on you for bein' in my dreams
~ Jypsi, Shame on Me ~
Jane woke up with a smile on her face. For the fourth time in a row, she had had a good night's sleep. Rest had been an absent factor in her life for a very long time, but after the death of Charles Hoyt she'd been allowed to sleep well. It was a blessing, and a curse. Because every time she would drift happily to a blissful night of sleep, she would have a dream. It was a reoccurring dream. She'd even go so far as to describe it as being a pleasant dream, because she always woke up beaming, happy.
The dreams always started off innocently enough. She and Maura were hanging out at The Dirty Robber. They would be talking about stuff, recent cases, the wild shenanigans of the Rizzoli clan, everything and anything under the sun. Then Jane would stop Maura in the middle of some rant about some scientific thing that her subconscious had probably picked up on at somewhere along the way and ask Maura if she wanted to leave the bar. Maura would agree with a smile, and Jane would help her out of the booth.
Guiding Maura, with a hand at the small of her back, Jane led the way to the car. Maura's car. There was always only one car in the dream. They always had to ride together. Strangely, Maura constantly let Jane drive, but Jane chose not to question it. She would help Maura into the passenger's seat, and then take her spot at the wheel. She took Maura home, and Maura invited her in.
The dream was kind of normal, something that always happened. They did often go to The Dirty Robber and talk. Jane would drive Maura home sometimes and Maura would invite her in. But after that, everything got weird. As soon as they were inside Maura's home and the door closed, Maura would kiss Jane, pressing her up against the front door. The kiss would get heated. Jane's hands would be all over Maura and Maura would moan.
Then the alarm would go off and Jane would have to wake up. Then she'd get ready, go to work, and try not to think about her dream, especially around Maura. She always failed, but she was okay with that. Because the less she could get rid of the dream, the more the dream would happen. And she certainly liked having that dream. Besides, it was Maura's fault anyway, always looking the way she did.
Author's Note: This is the start of a three-part piece (and I'll use the same song for all three parts). I hope you like it, although it may be a little cheesy. Haha. It is, however, more upbeat than the last one, huh?
