Jane POV
A perfume... your perfume... I just need to smell this to know you're here. It's a special scent, because it's what your skin has after we made love. I haven't opened my eyes yet, and I can't think of anything but the night that just passed. I promised myself that I would keep hormones at bay, or at least try, to prevent you from getting tired, but it's not my fault I couldn't. I've missed you too much these past few days. And we had to celebrate with dignity the fact that we're going to move in together... Wow, I still can't believe it!
You're right when you say we're practically doing it already: every excuse is good to spend the night together, but we've always made sure that each of us had their own spaces, time for ourselves. I was already thinking about it, about going to live together I mean... I just wanted to make sure you were ready for this choice, but after the shooting I realized... why wait? And I'm sure it was the same thing you thought.
I open my eyes and you're here, lying next to me, facing my side of the bed, so I can admire your face. You are so beautiful... you are perfect and every day you choose me to be by your side: I will never stop being thankful for that. I decide to go downstairs to make you breakfast, trying to move around without making the slightest noise, and just as I'm getting out of bed, I hear you calling me mumbling.
"Hey, good morning, honey", I say, leaning on the bed to kiss you on the cheek.
"Where are you going?" you ask me, upset that I didn't stay under the covers with you.
"I'll make breakfast and come back, okay? I'll be right back", I whisper, reassuring you, before leaving you another kiss and heading towards the kitchen.
I'm pouring coffee when I hear you coming down the stairs. I turn to look at you, your sleepy face is so sweet.
"Maura... I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed!" Ugh, I hate it when you ruin my surprises.
"That's okay, Jane... I've been in bed too long!" you answer me, approaching and sneaking into my arms, looking for a hug that will not be long in coming.
"Last night you didn't seem to think so" I tell you sneering. You're holding me so tight, it almost seems you time to miss me.
We sit down and while I'm drinking coffee I ask you to pass me the paper, you do but not before keeping a few pages for you. Apparently, as always, my facial gesture perfectly reflects what I think… in this case, my perplexity about your gesture.
"Oh, I just took out the culture pages", you said immediately after seeing my expression.
"I took them because I was eager to read the weekly in-depth on temporary exhibitions at the Boston Museum of Art… and you only read the black chronicle!"
"I warn you: it's going to take you forever to convince me to go with you to another Museum night", I'd like to point it out right away… not so much because we got shot on our way back from one of those events, but because I hate getting dressed up for those kinds of gigs. And if I don't dress up enough, I usually end up being mistaken for a catering's waitress. We finish breakfast and while I'm tidying up the kitchen, you decide to do some yoga exercises. You reassure me not to push yourself too hard, and I know you know your limits perfectly well, so it can only be good for you...but you decide to do it in the living room, moving the coffee table to the side so you have more space, and this allows me to have a front row ticket to see how flexible your body is. And it is... definitely it is.
In the afternoon I decide to go back to my apartment so as to inform the owner that I will leave the apartment and pick up some things. Since I've taken a few days to be with you during your recovery, I might as well take my things to your place. You offer to come with me and I willingly accept… I don't wanna leave you alone and we decide to take the opportunity to stop for a short walk to the park. Today is a wonderful day and being a weekday, there is not the usual crowding of people. We walk holding our hands all the time, and that simple gesture helps me realize that all this is real… that our story is real.
After the walk, we go to talk to the owner: he tells me that he has had requests from potential new renters, and that he is therefore willing to refund me the last month's rent if I'm moving out of the house within a week. With a handshake we conclude the agreement: it couldn't have gone better than that, and then I don't have many things to take away, so one week will be more than enough. We arrive at the apartment and I decide to start packing my things, beginning by emptying the closet.
It is highly probable that this is the only thing I have managed to keep always in order: more than half is occupied by a series of t-shirts, shirts and pants that differ from each other only by some shades of colour, work stuff and casual, let's say; there is then a small part, where there is the outfit to go out, when dressing a little more formal is inevitable.
"Jane, I think you're the only woman on the face of the earth who says 'I have nothing to wear' doesn't lie", you taunt me while you're lying on the bed, relaxing while I pull out the garments one at a time. In fact, you're not wrong, but I'm not giving up on the offending side.
"Well, if you don't like my look, you could always pick up an Armani top model", I make fun of you, while I continue my work, without even turning back. Mistake, because after half a second you throw a pillow at my head.
"By the way you dress, you certainly have a better chance to conquer", you respond promptly, laughing at me.
"Yes, in fact… When did you say it will be the fashion week in New York? I could go for a ride", I say, pretending to be absorbed in my thoughts. This time the pillow hit me stronger than the first. I turn and see your disapproval gaze. Then I drop my clothes to the floor and jump on the bed above you.
"You know, maybe with the badge and my connections at the FBI I can find someone to get me backstage passes… I could offer my protection to some models, and you know one thing leads to another," I continue, while with my head I emulate a cat in a purring mood.
"Jane Clementine Rizzoli...you wouldn't dare" you tell me...ah the jealousy, it makes me so fun to tease you.
"If you'll dare to betray me, you'll see what will happen to all your identical shirts!"
"No, my shirts are off limits… and they're not all the same, they're different colors"
"They may be different, but your wardrobe could be summed up in a few words: 50 shades of sadness" you reply. Good joke though...I mean a good, understandable joke: I'm proud of you!
"If you were a man, I would probably threaten to cut off your penis if you cheat on me, but I'll have to settle to pick on your clothes" and that's two, your humor is definitely improving. I burst out laughing and you with me. Then your expression changes slightly... your gaze becomes more intense on me. "I would never betray you, doctor Isles", I say, in a tone of voice that leaves aside the irony of the moment, staring at you.
"I know", you reply before kissing me. As soon as you break off that contact, you say a phrase I think I'll have a hard time forgetting.
"You know we're gonna have to have sex in all the places we haven't done it before you leave the apartment, right?"
We burst out laughing again, together.
Definitely, Doctor, just the idea thrilled me.
