Jane turns to the side, throwing the sheets off of her. The alarm clock stared at her, taunting her with its time. 2:32 AM. Maura and her had gone to bed around 11 PM, which meant that she had been tossing and turning for the last three hours. The bed alternated between being too hot and too cold, and Jane was running out of patience. Maura's tease had been too much for Jane to handle and as a result, she had been awake all night haunted by the thoughts of Maura. To her left, Maura lay facing away from her, sound asleep. The house is completely still, with Constance also asleep and the house staff having gone home or retired for the night as well. The silence is deafening. Jane rolls herself up from the bed, going downstairs on her tippy toes as she heads to the kitchen in search of a cold glass of water. Taking her glass to the counter lined with the stools at the breakfast bar, she sits down and zones out into the darkness. As she looks down at her glass of water, a pile of mail catches her eye. Since re-directed her mail here for her temporary mailing address, Jane decides to shuffle through the mail and look for her name. She glances over the art museum asking for Constance, the electricity bill, and a newsletter from Maura's favorite scientific association. The last letter catches her eye, as it is addressed to Doctor Maura Isles from the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner of Virginia.
"Hm," Jane whispers into the night. She yawns, suddenly feeling the lack of sleep catching up to her. Finishing the rest of the glass in a big gulp, Jane heads back up the stairs and makes a mental note to ask Maura about the letter. As she climbs back into bed, she notices that Maura has shifted to sleeping on her back.
"Maur?" Jane asks. When the other woman remains quiet, Jane places an arm behind her own head as she looks at the ceiling. Her mind runs through thousands of different scenarios as she wonders why the Medical Examiner's Office in Virginia was sending mail to Maura. For the next hour, the steady breathing of Maura lulls Jane to sleep, finally allowing her to drift into a deep slumber as she fantasizes about a life with Maura.
At the Logan International Airport in Boston, Marie Davis and Brandon Wilson are handing their passports to airport security. Lieutenant Marie Davis was a tall woman, standing at 5 feet and 11 inches of pure muscle. With a razor-sharp jaw and a prominent brow bone, Marie's eyes radiated intensity. She almost looked as if she could be related to Jane Rizzoli, and her long, dark brown hair only added on to their likeliness. She was a lethal weapon, able to hold her own while fist-fighting both men and women, and her good aim only made her even more dangerous in the field. The man that she had been paired with, Brandon Wilson, was equally as impressive, with 6 feet and 3 inches of mass. Despite his height, he was incredibly agile and lean, able to outrun most people while also carrying double his weight. With impressive tracking abilities and a reputation for being a cold-hearted force of destruction, Brandon was the perfect choice for Marie's partner.
A few hours ago, they had been made aware of Jane Rizzoli's current location after another member of their team had gone through Maura's house in Beacon Hill. They had been dispatched by the woman in charge, whose identity was unknown to either Marie or Brandon. After Olivia had willingly handed over the USB drive containing the video of Maura Isles, the rest had been easy, as she had quickly assembled this group in order to bring Detective Jane Rizzoli down. As Marie and Brandon board their flight to Paris, they go over the contents of their duffel bags again, checking and re-checking items efficiently to ensure that they were prepared. Considering that Marie Davis had a military identification card and Brandon Wilson had his FBI Special Agent Badge, both of them had been able to bring a variety of weapons past security. The intercom makes a final boarding call for flight 342 traveling to the Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport and the pair stand up, walking towards the gate and down the loading bridge.
Maura wakes up before her alarm to the sight of the curtains flowing in the breeze. Even though she was on vacation, Maura hated the thought of wasting a single second of her day. Thus, she always set an alarm, even when she didn't have specific plans for the next day, just so she could get started with the day. Her family's duplex was located right next to the Louvre, so sounds of traffic and pedestrians were always plentiful. She caught a whiff of fresh pastries being made in the bakery across the street, which causes her stomach to churn with hunger as she thinks about her weakness for baked goods.
As she closes the windows, the roaring of motors and noises of people going about their day to subsides due to the thick insulation that the building's structure provided. Maura looks back at the bed, where Jane is laying on her stomach with her arm thrown across her pillow. Her curls are spread wildly across the sheets and with the heaviness of her breathing, Maura realizes that Jane must still be in deep sleep. Jane was sleeping in a white tank top and black running shorts, which were her favorite combination for sleepwear. Maura had decided to tease Jane even more by wearing a satin cami night dress with straps that crisscrossed at Maura's back. The night dress was short, barely coming past Maura's fingertips if she kept her hands down at her sides. She had kept her hair down, knowing how crazy it drove Jane when she saw Maura's wavy locks. Maura gets back on the bed, sitting on her legs as she faces Jane's body. Leaning forward, she puts her weight on her right arm as she uses the other arm to gently shake Jane awake.
"Jane, it's time to get up," she says gently, putting more force behind her shakes now. "Jane, honey, wake up."
Jane groans, mumbling something before she puts her face down on the bed. Maura swings her legs over Jane's body, putting the center of her weight on Jane's waist. She runs her hands up and down along Jane's back, tracing the musculature and enjoying the way Jane's skin felt along her fingers. Taking a hold of Jane's deltoids, she applies slight pressure, massaging the muscles closest to Jane's neck. Below her, Jane shifts a little but still seems like she is sound asleep. Maura moves lower, taking her thumbs and pressing into Jane's lower back as she massages the area above her waist. With her hands on Jane, she can tell that Jane's breathing has picked up and become more erratic. Maura continues, using her palms to knead into Jane's body, spending extra time to rub areas that she knows bothers Jane. Jane lets a small moan escape, the sound mixing pain with pleasure as Maura presses into her with the weight of her smaller frame. As Maura hears the sound, Jane feels Maura lower even more of herself onto Jane's body. When Jane feels like her heart is going to explode, she turns, picking Maura up and positioning her on the bed in one swift move. With Maura under her, Jane feels more in control and holds herself up by her elbows, which are on either side of Maura's body. Maura's hands reach around to hold Jane at her waist and they fall lower as she uses Jane's body to pull her in. Rubbing her thumb over Maura's lips, Jane looks down at the woman below her. With desire in her eyes and a mouth slightly parted, Maura looked so vulnerable.
"I want you, Jane. Please."
The sound of her voice makes Jane lose all sense of control. Jane kisses Maura's jaw, trailing along her neck and chest before Maura pulls Jane up by her hair, crashing their lips into each other. They kiss frantically, as if their time together was limited. Seeking comfort in each other's lips, Jane feels as if she were a wandering adventurer who has been lost on a journey for far too long and Maura is her home. Jane pulls the night dress up, gripping the other woman's soft thighs as Maura rotates her hips, enamoring Jane. In her ear, Jane can hear Maura pleading as she whispers words that are reserved only for Jane.
"You are so beautiful, you know that?" Jane says, and her voice is so low that Maura almost doesn't hear it. As they continue kissing, Maura is so overcome with want that she begins quivering, her breaths coming out in shaky exhales. Jane pulls back, putting their foreheads together as she keeps her eyes closed.
"We should slow things down a bit, Maur."
With how their relationship hung in balance right now, Jane wanted to wait before she and Maura took the next step. Maura deserved more than this and Jane wanted nothing more than to give everything she had to her, but that meant that they needed to figure things out first. Before she made love to Maura, Jane needed to know that she would be able to continue staying in this woman's life.
Feeling Maura nod against her, Jane lowers herself onto the bed, laying down as she runs her hands through her own hair. Sighing, she holds Maura's hand as the both of them take a moment to cool down. Maura's alarm rings, startling the two women out of their thoughts and as Maura sits up to turn it off, the strap from the dress falls, sliding down her shoulder. She gives Jane a kiss on the cheek, knowing that the woman needed some time. Thankfully, she is a patient woman.
"We should get dressed for breakfast," Maura says as she gets up from the bed, trying to ignore the aching between her legs.