Saturday started slow, at least for Jane who had a terrible headache. The bed next to her was already empty and the brunette grunted as she pulled a pillow over her head to keep the bright sunlight away from her hurting eyes and her throbbing head. Some noises from the kitchen told her that the blonde was already preparing breakfast and soon a tempting smell of freshly brewed coffee tickled her nose.
Feeling hung over, which hadn't occurred in a very long time, Jane swung her long legs over the edge of the bed to freshen up in the bathroom, before making her way downstairs to the kitchen. Maura greeted her with a wide smile, looking perfect as always.
"Good morning, Maur." Jane mumbled, reaching for the glass of water and the tablet which a thoughtful blonde had already laid out.
"You look awful, Jane." The blonde noticed in Maura honest style. The brunette swallowed the water in her mouth and rolled her eyes, knowing about Maura's social skills. Instead of thanking her in her usual sarcastic manner, Jane admitted that she felt awful indeed which earned her a kind look from the other side of the counter.
"Here, this will help you." The blonde said as she handed Jane a cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs. Then Maura fetched her muesli and sat down next to her.
Jane thanked her, taking a sip. The coffee was still hot but managed to revive her spirit. It was delicious she noted and held the cup for a few minutes before her stomach felt ready to take in some food.
"Never ever let me drink so much again." She said pointing with her fork to a chuckling Maura. "By the way what did you do to look so fresh?"
Maura smiled. "I told you. You must drink plenty of water before bed. It always works. Then a little bit Yoga in the morning and all is fine."
Jane snorted. She hated Yoga. Occasionally she joined the doctor, when she was in a good mood. Or if she wanted to make Maura happy. On the other hand, Maura did the same for her when it came to run. We are an odd pair Jane thought as she finished her meal by drinking the last bit of coffee. Then she slipped of the chair and helped Maura put the stuff into the dishwasher.
"Are we still on for the museum or would you prefer some swimming?" the blonde asked.
"Uhm, is staying in and watching some movie an option?" she whined to Maura's amusement.
"Of course."
"So, I take that." The brunette decided and walked with a crooked smile into the living room to slump down to the couch. She didn't mind at all when Maura chose a documentation about mating rituals in Papa new guinea, presuming that she would fall asleep soon anyways. She shook up a pillow and made herself comfortable on her side of the couch, stretching and yawning, as a male voice spoke seriously to them through the loudspeakers of the TV.
Janes followed the documentation, secretly glancing at Maura from time to time without realizing it herself. The blonde's eyes were glued to the screen and the brunette imagined how she was just soaking up more information to google mouth someone about it later. This woman was truly fascinating Jane thought and smiled.
R&I
Although she would never admit it, but she could listen to Maura talk or google mouth for hours. Like now, when they were standing in the morgue and Jane watched her perform autopsy on their latest murder victim.
Jane was comfortably leaning arms crossed in front of her chest against one of the sinks glancing at the ME in her black scrubs and running shoes. Her eyes wandered up the body and stopped at the moving lips she had kissed last Friday. Something stirred in the brunette, but she couldn't quite put the finger to it.
Despite being drunk, she could very well recall the sweet and soft taste of them. Jane bit her lip when realizing that she wanted to kiss Maura again. Just to see. Just because she was curious. But about what?
"Jane? Are you okay there?" Maura's voice floated to her mind and brought her back to reality. She felt a blush threatening to show and tried to will it back.
"Sure. Sure." She said rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I uhm was just thinking about the case. Could you please repeat what you just said?" she asked and approached the steel table.
Maybe she was wrong, but she thought to have caught a strange look on the blonde's face. She hoped that Maura wouldn't ask, because she was not up for any discussion about this nonsense. This is what it was she thought and shook her head so that the ponytail softly wagged to get rid of those thoughts. She still needed to get rid of some tensions and decided to take care of it later, when being alone in her apartment.
"You're still not listening!" Maura pouted with a questioning look. At least she doesn't seem to have an idea what I have been thinking about, Jane mused as she focused on the body now. She had to stand close to Maura to look to the organ Maura was pointing at. They had done that a hundredth of times. But never had they lingered longer than necessary like now.
Jane was glad, when she came home later that night. After a short walk with Jo Friday, she fetched a cool beer and settled onto the couch. The TV was on, but Jane had muted it a while ago. A soft summer breeze was coming in by the window, filling the living area with fresh air. She had stretched out on the couch, relaxing until she felt ready. Her hands found their way into her pants quickly, and she found herself wet already.
Maura's moans floated into her mind when she pleasured herself. And despite having the feeling that she should feel guilty, there was no such feeling as she allowed the moans of her friend push herself over the edge.
Her doorbell rang later that night and she put her sandwich away as she saw her friends face on the display of the intercom.
"Hey!" she greeted Maura a bit breathless.
"Hey yourself! Why are you panting? Are you okay Jane?" the blonde sounded worried.
"Yes, I'm okay. I just settled on the couch after a cool shower with my sandwich. That's why."
"I was a bit worried because you seemed to be distracted the whole day." Maura stated honestly and Jane saw her friend glancing at her curiously.
"Seriously Maur. This is really nice of you and I appreciate it very much. But I assure you that there is no need to worry because I'm totally fine." I was just a bit distraught about our kiss, an inner voice mumbled but she ignored it, nor did she speak it out loud. The doctor seemed to be unsure and offered to stay the night.
It was rather rare that they spent the nights together during the week. And it was even more rare that they would spend it at Janes apartment. Jo Friday hopped off the couch, strolling around Maura's legs, obviously happy to see her.
Jane watched the scene and then lifted her hands as if in surrender. "Fine. I'm going to change the sheets." Maura and Jo followed her into her bedroom, where she pulled the additional pillows and the blanket which covered the bed during the day aside. Maura opened what Jane called the doctors drawer and picked some pajama before escaping into the bathroom to change.
Despite Maura seldom being here, the brunette had cleared the drawer for Maura's stuff a long time ago. And she had also cleared some place in the bathroom too, for toiletries. On days or rather nights like today this came in handy. She shook her head with a smile as she heard the shower running and busied herself to change the sheets.
This was an activity Jo Friday adored. Jane had to push her from side to side, from corner to corner in order to make the bed. The blonde reappeared just when she was finished and ready for bed herself. Jane liked sharing a bed with the blonde, but it felt much more natural when it was at beacon hill. It always felt somehow strange when Maura slept at hers. Although she couldn't explain it. As she was tired, she shrugged it off anyways.
She turned to Maura whose eyes were already closed and the controlled breathing technique told Jane that the blonde was meditating. Something Maura did very often before falling asleep. She claimed that it cleaned her karma and that she slept much better afterwards.
Jane let her eyes caress Maura's relaxed face. Starting by the nose and ending up by the jaw lines.
"Detective, why are you watching me?" Maura chuckled, and as her head turned her hazel eyes were burning into hers.
"Because I'm in awe of how relaxed you look when you meditate." Jane stated, keeping their eyes locked.
Maura seemed to contemplate the answer. "I can show you how to do it." She suggested with a smile. Always happy when being able to teach or make other people life better.
"I think that I'm not good at meditation because I have no patience." Jane replied stating the obvious and laughed softly. Maura nudged her and joined the emotion. "Oh yeah. I remember having this discussion before. All right."
"But you know, watching you meditate has almost the same effect as if I would meditate myself, I mean if I could, well, you know what I mean…" Jane said glancing at her friend.
"Yes, I can somehow follow you Jane Rizzoli." Maura chuckled, making herself comfortable in bed.
And so they lay for a while each fidgeting with their fingers like the first night they had shared a bed after Jane had asked Maura if they were having a sleepover or if Maura was attracted to her.