Please see Ch 1 for all the disclaimers and then some

A/N at the end of this chapter... please read it and let me know what you think


The flight between JFK and Logan was blissfully quiet with the sunset spreading over the horizon. The evolving colors provided Maura the ideal excuse to lean her forehead on the window. She was brutally cognizant that each mile brought her closer to the very real alteration to her relationship with Jane, the precise characterization of which was yet to be defined.

She had overslept this morning and her phone battery had been dead when she woke up. She plugged it in during her rush to check out and it was only as she sat down on the hotel patio bistro that she had a moment to think.

Maura had ordered absently considering last night's experience and its logical effects as she stared at phone sitting on the table. People flew by, hurrying place to place. Occasionally a couple would make her pause to study them. Couple watching had always been something of a curiosity draw, something she knew in abstract she should want and so she analyzed them, watching interactions and nuances.

Now she studied them out of envy, jealous of their security, safe in the knowledge they belonged to each other.

If her food tasted like anything she couldn't be sure. She left her coffee black on purpose, letting smell and bite focus her attention. Part of her desperately wanted to turn the phone back on. Part of her couldn't face the result.

At the heart of the matter was the feeling that the phone had already stolen one of the most pivotal moments between she and Jane. Maura absolutely refused to waste the next, for better or worse.

When the ding rang through the plane cabin Maura let the crowd pull her off the plane and out through security. Frowning she looked for the driver carrying a sign with her name on it, unable to spot Boston Coach. She took a deep breath. She was going to have to turn on her phone now. Letting go of her luggage she started to rummage through her purse, looking up to scan for the driver. Her hand had just closed around her phone when her eyes swept past the escalators and her breath caught in her chest.


Jane had spent the morning typing out text messages that were deleted before she sent them off and pulling up Maura's number and staring at it. She knew Maura enough to understand this was her move. Summoning whatever courage she could, she finally called but voicemail instantly picked up, making her stomach knot. Heart racing she pressed end before leaving a message, tossed her phone on her kitchen table and buried her fingers in her hair.

Jane took a deep breath. Released her hair. She could do this. She slowly picked up her phone and pulled up Maura's name again. Finally she typed a simple message out and pressed send, it still didn't feel right but now at least the next step was up to Maura.

She wasted most of the softball game checking her phone and by the time it was over, Jane didn't care who was supposed to answer what. She barely waved goodbye, leaving the celebration and invitations for a drink behind, her next step clear.

Jane arrived well before Maura's flight landed. Nervous anticipation had her checking the arrival board every few minutes. Watching the 'on time' notification change over to 'at the gate', she was rather certain it was possible to drop dead from fright no matter what Maura said, breathing was certainly difficult enough.

Her back to the wall Jane ran her eyes over the crowd until she located a familiar form, the fear combining with the relief from finally seeing her.

Maura was beautiful and real and artfully walking towards her.

Jane knew second she was spotted. The immobile moment of surprise and then the quiet look of joy and approval that let Jane knew she had made the right choice as she walked over.


Jane was vital and so very alive standing in front of her, eyes soft in welcome. Maura stepped into her, enjoying the gentle shiver over her body, the quickening of her pulse from where their bodies touched. She reached a hand up to gently smooth the edge of Jane's jacket collar. "This is unexpected. "

"I needed to come tell you in person that you were right, sometimes connecting on the phone is a way for separated lovers to reaffirm their bond. But I also needed to tell you that as powerful as last night was, it doesn't hold a candle to this." Jane brought her index finger up to gently trace along Maura's forehead, cheek and neck, reveling in the freedom to assume the intimate touch.

Maura didn't hesitate just brought her hand up to cup Jane's cheek before brushing the gentlest of kisses on her lips, mindful of the public setting, whispering in her ear "Lovers, I like the sound of that. Define that for me."

Jane looped their arms together, grabbing Maura's luggage as they walked towards the exit. "It means that I have this best friend that I am madly in love with, and luckily for me she seems to return the feeling."

Maura took her opposite hand across her body to squeeze the bicep of the arm she was holding "I would say it's safe to say she does love you very much."

Jane nodded not hiding her smile. "Just admit it, this all happened because you went to New York and realized I really am completely full of EPIC'ness isn't it?"

Maura bumped their shoulders together, laughing as they stepped into the sunshine. "Let's not push your luck any further today."


A/N – This came about from a story idea from 'tattoo me1969' who sent along the idea of a first time story but only over the phone.

The reason this ended up written? Purely frustration on my part because I personally had a hard time figuring out how to make something like that happen in any sort of realistic fashion. I believe it COULD happen for two people IRL… I just couldn't figure out how to create it out of words. Again, creative writing is a recent revival on my part.

So since I spent a week sketching it out in my head and a weekend trying to put it into words I'm going to become an absolute review whore here and ask people to drop a thought and let me know if I pulled it off. Believable yes, no? Characterization for our leading ladies somewhat believable? Tasteful enough?