Hi all. As always, I don't own these lovely ladies, but love to borrow them.
Italics are thoughts, bold italics are a dream.
Jane picked Maura up Tuesday morning with the plans of grabbing a pizza on the way back to Maura's place so they could eat and redecorate the tree. Maura had gone out on Monday and bought a bowmaker, tons of red ribbon, clear ornaments and glitter. They little cousins had given Maura a bagful of pine cones painted gold with little red bows on them on Sunday night when the ladies were leaving.
Maura had a video conference at lunch time, so Jane went out to a pet store around the block. She wanted to get Maura a surprise, but didn't think it would be in one of the regular holiday stores that popped open at this time of year.
She wandered around and picked up a rawhide bone to put in Jo's stocking. When she couldn't find what she wanted, she went to a sales associate.
"Excuse me. I see that you have all kinds of dog and cat ornaments, but do you have any tortoise ones?"
"Hmmm. Let me see. We have a sea turtle." The woman shows Jane the turtle.
"No. It has to be a tortoise."
"Ok, we have these desk decorations. I suppose you could put one of those loop screws into the back to be able to put ribbon through it and make it into an ornament."
Jane thought for a minute.
Hell. I could so do that. There's a hardware store two doors down, they might have what I need. I think Maura will love this.
Jane found one that looked the most like Bass. "Ok, great. I'll take THAT one."
She walks down the street to the next shop and walks inside. She wastes no time looking around, but goes directly to the man behind the counter. She pulls out 'Little Bass'.
"I need help with this. I want to turn it into an ornament and I need a little screwy thing to go right here on the shell to put a ribbon or something through."
The old man looks over his glasses at Jane and then down to the tortoise. "No problem kiddo. I got just what ya need. Follow me."
"Ok, see here? These are tiny, and will do the job perfectly. Now, they come in a pack of threes, you got any problem with that?"
Jane shakes her head no.
"You got any needle nose pliers at home?"
Jane sighs. Half of her father's tools are boxed up in Maura's garage. She has no clue what's in them.
"How about if I do this for you? No charge. It's the Christmas holiday. Now, instead of a ribbon, this is what we're going to do. We're going to take some of this clear fishing line like this, see? Loop it through and it will look like it's floating there. Like it?"
"It's perfect. Thank so you very much, sir. Merry Christmas!" Jane has a bright smile on her face and she puts 'Little Bass' in her pocket and waves to the man as she exits the store.
Jand and Maura left at a decent time for once, stopped to pick up the pizza and arrived at Maura's place.
Jane grabs two plates for the pizza while Maura pours herself a glass of wine and takes a beer from the refrigerator for Jane. They head into the living room to look at the tree.
"Look to see what you really don't want on it Maur. We can take those ornaments down and put them in a box until they get picked up."
Maura tilts her head to the side. "I like the lights, they can stay the way they are for this year."
Soon they finish the pizza, Maura is bouncing to get started. They carefully took ornaments off and wrapped them them before putting them in a box. Maura started putting on the red ribbons she made the night before. She would put one up, stand back and then rearrange is slightly. Jane tried to have patience, knowing that this was basically Maura's first tree of her own that she was decorating. She knew Maura was getting too stressed about making it perfect.
"Maura?"
"Hmm, Jane?"
"Have you ever heard of Wabi Sabi?"
Maura stopped what she was doing to give her full attention to Jane. "Daisetz T. Suzuki, described wabi-sabi as 'an active aesthetical appreciation of poverty', but what does that have to do with my tree?"
Jane chuckled. "Of course Ms. Googlemouth would know the definition of wabi-sabi, but if you SIMPLIFIED it, wabi-sabi is the art of finding beauty in imperfection. That is what is has to do with your tree. Don't try so hard! It's going to come out even more beautiful than it was before because YOU are decorating it!"
Maura smiles and nods. "Thank you, Jane. Can you grab the pine cones and start putting them on?"
Bows, pine cones and glitter ornaments added color to Maura's tree. Maura laughed when Jane pulled out a box of candy canes, explaining when you get hungry, you can just pull a candy cane off the tree and don't even have to go into the kitchen.
Maura sighs happily when she looks at the tree. Even though she called it, 'my' tree, she considered it 'our' tree because Jane helped her decorate it and the decorating ideas came from Jane's family.
"One more thing!" Jane states.
Maura looks into the empty containers. "No, I think we put up everything Jane."
"Close your eyes, Maura."
Damn! I didn't wrap it, over even get one of those bags to put it in. Way to go Jane! sigh
Jane decided to let the tortoise dangle in front of Maura face. Jane held her breath. "Ok, you can open your eyes."
Maura opened her eyes and they widened when they saw the tortoise ornament. She looked into Jane's eyes.
Jane shrugged. "I thought you needed an ornament that was something about YOU. Look at the bottom of his shell." Jane looked down and shuffled her feet.
Maura turned the tortoise over. Printed on the bottom was "To: M Love, J '12"
Maura felt tears fill her eyes, but laughter bubbled up also.
"Jane." She said softly.
When Jane looked up, Maura launched herself at Jane and hugged her tight. "You pay attention to me! You bought me a tortoise ornament! A little Bass! Thank you, Jane. I love it!"
Jane laughed and hugged back. "Of course I pay attention to you. Always! I'm glad you like it."
"I guess I should be going."
"Please no, Jane. Let's just sit on the sofa and watch a little television and relax for a while."
"Sure, why not?" The ladies move to the sofa and Maura spreads a blanket over them.
Jane grabs the remote and turns to a sports channel. Maura pats her leg. "You can watch that for a little while, I have something I want to watch at ten."
"What do you want to watch?"
Maura smirks, "You'll see."
Maura keeps looking at her watch. The show would start in a few minutes.
Ok, stay calm and watch her reactions to any comments I make on the models bodies. It's time to heat this seduction up a notch.
"Ten o'clock Jane, my turn!" Maura grabs the remote and switches it to CBS just as the opening song came on.
"Oh, c'mon Maur! What the hell! I don't want to watch half naked women walk down the runway!"
Maura pushes Jane back down on the couch. "Will you relax Jane? I like to watch it due to the designers who designs the elaborate wings."
"All right, fine!" Jane slouches on the couch.
A couple more angels walk down the runway. Maura looks at Jane. "You know, Jane, you could be a model."
Jane laughs. "Maur. Look at them! Look at their..." Jane makes cupping motions near her breasts.
"Breasts, Jane. Those are their breasts, you can say the word." Maura laughs.
"Seriously Maura! Well, I don't have THOSE like THEY do! YOU could be a Victoria Secret model."
"Do you really think so Jane?"
"Well, ya. You are quite well endowed in that area, so would more than fill one of their bras."
OMG! Did I just tell Maura she has big boobs. How the hell did that just happen!
Maura is grinning. She turns on the couch to face Jane, moving them closer. "Thank you Jane. You have adequate sized breasts for your build, but I wasn't talking only Victoria Secret models. You have classic model features, Jane." Maura lowers her voice. She reaches out to brush her fingers gently along Jane's face.
"Your face is very pleasingly symmetrical. Even though your nose has been broken, the nasal bone has been repaired successfully."
"You have high zygomatic bones with beautiful dimples." Fingers trace Jane's cheek bones, go down to her chin. "Strong, but feminine mental protruberance with another dimple."
Jane could feel Maura's breath on her cheek.
Maura's hand moves to Jane's stomach and her finger runs across it. Jane sucks in her breath and her eyes go wide.
"Your rectus abdominis is so well defined that you would have no problem gracing the cover of a sporting magazine clad only in a bikini."
Maura looks up into Jane's eyes. She sees sheer panic with a touch of lust in them. She starts to move in closer...
"Girls! Do you have the fashion show on? Did I miss much?" Angela Rizzoli walks in the back door with a big bowl of popcorn in her hands.
Jane jumps away from Maura. "Ma! Don't you knock! What if I had my gun and thought you were an intruder?" Maura settles back with a frustrated sigh. I really need to listen to Jane about locking my doors.
"Oh, posh! You wouldn't shoot me Jane. Here push over. I'll sit in the middle with the popcorn."
They continue to watch the show, commenting on the wonderful designs of the wings, the talent of the singers and the beauty of the models.
What can I do to catch Jane's attention with her mother between us. Oh, look at that one...
"You know, I find Isabeli Fontana absolutely breathtaking, don't you Jane? I think I would prefer if she had brown eyes, I find them very warm. Or do you like blondes, Jane? Candice Swanepoel is striking and has become quite famous."
Jane gives a sound that is suspiciously like a squeak.
The show ends and Jane literally leaps off the couch. Maura raises an eyebrow.
"Janie! Are you all right?"
"Uh, ya, uh... I gotta go. Gotta go let Jo out. Love ya, Ma. See you tomorrow Maura." Jane is out the door and in her car in record time.
You can run, but you can't hide Detective.
But running is what Jane does best when she is confused. She ran straight home, took Jo for that walk, then went upstair to pace.
"What was that tonight? What the Hell was that? Maybe she had too much to drink." Jane raked her hands through her hair.
"Right. And Maura doesn't understand boundaries. She doesn't know what personal space is. She was just excited about the tree and everything. Ya, that's it."
Jane calms herself enough to go to bed and try to sleep. It took a while, but she fell into a dream filled sleep.
Maura is leaning into Jane. She is running her fingers over Jane's face, through Jane's hair. Jane looks into Maura's half closed eyes. She leans in to close the distance and their lips touch, gently at first. Maura's tongue reaches out and traces Jane's lip. Jane shudders at the sensation. She presses her lips harder against Maura's, her tongue asking permission and gaining entrance. Tongues explore and clash against one another. Jane moans into Maura's mouth. Jane's hand reaches under Maura's shirt and feels the soft silkiness of Maura's thumb rubs circles on Maura's ribs, the hand sliding up to unclasp Maura's front clasp bra and release her breasts. She cups Maura's magnificent breasts in her palms and feels the weight of them. She pushes Maura back and pushes up her shirt until Maura's breasts are exposed to her eyes. Jane lets out a sigh and bends her head to take a nipple into her mouth. Maura groans and grabs Jane's head...
:::dingdingdingdingdingdingding :::
Jane slaps the alarm and rolls over onto her back.
"Fuck!"
Well, I hope this chapter made some people happy. I know you want Rizzles and Rizzles will happen. I have to decide when exactly. You know that Jane is going to go through some funny soul searching and self torture for a little while. What a great night, right? 2 episodes of Rizzoli and Isles (You go Ma Rizzoli!) and then the Victoria Secret Fashion Show! Woo Hoo!