"Maura," Jane repeated the name of the woman who has her hand in hers. She can feel the blush coming off her own cheeks. Oh Jane. Jane. "Jane!" She shouts a little her own name in embarrassment. She had forgotten to introduce herself.
Maura laughed aloud and unwittingly dropped Jane's hand in hers. She's such a shy scatterbrain. "Is it your head?" She gently brushed aside Jane's curls. What an easy intimate familiar gesture. She rests her hand next in her own. Resisting the urge to touch another human.
"No, it's," Jane stammered an answer. Swallowing her own initial response. Taken by your beauty. Geez Rizzoli, you can't be serious. She tried not to roll her own eyes at her own cheesiness. She's tired. Too much drink from the night before, too much beauty in the present company. She smiles at the woman. At Doyle's daughter. What do the kids say? You only live once?
"Do you want to come in?" Maura asked.
"No thanks Maura," she cleared her throat, "Ma'am. I just came to collect, to pass on, the bill and…" Jane sighs under her breath. There's logic, there's duty, and there's a pulsating heart so excited it beats.
Maura smiles. Understanding. All she wanted was a little hope. A little – "Beacon Hill?"
"Pardon?"
"Have you heard of Beacon Hill?"
"The district with the little old timey place up on the hill? It's about two three streets away from where I live and right around the corner from the best ever burger place there can ever be." Jane expelled it all like a proud Bostonian ought be. She chuckles, oh that ground beef patty.
Maura smiles. The way to this woman's heart all too apparent. She hopes. A plan she formulates, mentally. "Do you, want to come with me? To my place over at Beacon Hill," she starts towards her car. "I purchased a place this morning and was coming by to pick up some things to move over." She opens her car door. "That can wait of course." She swallows her quick heartbeats. Are you moving too fast Maura? Are you…that waft of lavender and those arms of sculpted muscle. Those jeans. Maura straightens her dress. "Right," she whispers, "I do need my pipes looking over," she walks right back over to Jane. "If you won't mind and can spare some time?" She offers her hand.
Jane carelessly obliges. "Anything for you ma'am." Jane enters as passenger and Maura, Maura is a gleeful driver.
A/N: I'm rusty and this is probably way out of character but I'm also stuck at home with a lot of stresses and am not sure if I'm able to keep this T and below haha. Thanks for the time, to whomever's still reading. Maybe I'll continue if there's, emotional all-rightness. Home's rough at the moment and, heart's a little broken. Needed a little Rizzles cheer.