A/N: An anon on tumblr had requested some Rizzles from me, and this is what I've come up with. This one could technically go with the Domestic Life story as it features an established relationship, but it's only 850 words, so I'm putting it here.
Thanks for reading, and if you have any domestic scenes you'd like for me to try, feel free to send me a messege here or leave a comment! I have a bunch of different prompts I can try already, but I'm always on the hunt for more!
Disclaimer: Don't own Characters. No money. Etc.
Jane spreads an old blanket onto the grass in Maura's back yard. Inside, she can hear glasses clinking, and drawers opening before Maura steps through the sliding glass door carrying two empty wine glasses and a wine bottle under an arm.
Her hair is loose, falling in softs waves across her shoulders. It's shorter now, and she has bangs. It gives her an edgier look, if that's possible for Maura. Jane kind of likes it. Jane let's her eyes trail down Maura's body, taking in the softness of her curves, the strength of her muscles. Jane has spent hours upon hours worshiping every inch of her. Tonight, Maura is wearing one of Jane's shirts – a white oxford, buttoned to the third button leaving a tantalizing view of a black lacy bra if she looks just right, untucked, with black yoga pants and barefoot. Her toenails are painted a deep burgundy color; for some reason that fact makes Jane smile.
Jane swallows hard, smoothing her suddenly sweaty palms down the front of her own worn jeans. There are old paint splatters across the thighs, and a rip in the knee from cleaning the gutters that one time. Her t-shirt isn't anything special – a Boston Celtics top – and her sneakers are on their last legs, worn and tattered.
They are such different people.
That difference has put a wedge between them more times than she cares to count. It's always driven her to do stupid things. Like pick fights, and needle into soft spots. It's what drove her to Washington DC a year ago. She's always been under the impression that Maura can do better, and eventually she'll be smart enough to realize that. That if Jane can just leave first it won't hurt as much. It won't kill her.
But Jane had been wrong. Leaving didn't make it easier. It didn't make her love Maura less. It just hurt.
Several tearful conversations later, and many a sleepless night – they are finally on the same page. Together. Happy.
Soft lips awake Jane from her rumination, she grins down at Maura who has gone on her tippy-toes, a hand clasped on Jane's shoulder for leverage. Jane grins as Maura pulls away. She wraps an arm around her waist loosely. This – physicality – in a relationship, Jane had never been any good at, but she's learning. And the biggest shock – she enjoys it.
Maura settles on to the blanket, stretching her legs out. "Penny for your thoughts?" She pours them both a glass of wine, and takes a small sip.
Jane sighs happily. She sits next to Maura and toes off her shoes. The stark white of her socks nearly glows in the almost-darkness around them. She turns and reaches for the battery powered lamp they brought outside with them. This night-time picknick is all Jane's doing. It's meant to be romantic – sitting together, under the stars; cuddling and talking. But they are too close to the city to really see the stars. She can imagine them though – hiding in the void, just above the smog and the clouds.
"You're awfully quiet tonight." Maura's voice breaks into her thoughts once again.
Jane turns to Maura. "I don't mean to be." She reaches over, invading Maura's space and tugging on her pinky, until their fingers intertwine against the blanket. Jane glances back into the cloudy night sky. "I love you." She whispers. "I really do."
"I love you, too." Jane can hear the smile in her voice without looking over, but she does anyway. And that smile makes the breath catch in Jane's throat.
There are so few instances where there is nothing standing between them – work propriety, family obligations, fronts, and walls. But here – this moment – it feels so raw, and open. And Maura is looking at her like she's everything she's ever wanted. And Jane, Jane finally believes her.
She can't hold back anymore.
Gently, her fingers trace down the side of Maura's cheek, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. Maura's grin widens the closer she gets. When their lips finally meet, their smiles are in the way. Maura wraps her arms around Jane's shoulders and leans back, pulling Jane down on top of her.
Their bodies fit together so perfectly. Jane sighs. She could kiss Maura forever, but eventually their kissing died down to foreheads pressed together and smiles on their faces.
Jane rolls onto her back. Maura automatically wraps around her – an arm over her abdomen and a leg thrown over Jane's thighs. It's Jane's favorite position. She grins at the nigh sky above them as her fingers slip underneath Maura's shirt and draws gentle patterns against her warm skin. Jane feels Maura smile into her shoulder. After a moment, Jane speaks. "I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be." It's the definitive truth, too. After everything, after all of the mistakes, and the pain, and the hurt – this, this is exactly where she's supposed to be.
Maura kisses her shoulder through the material of her shirt, she scoots closer to Jane, holding her all the tighter. "Me too."