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- Rizzoli And Isles - Rizzles -
Jane gave her classic Rizzoli grin and walked in, "Hey, Maur."
Jane had breezed by Maura with the slightest of contact that sent slow chills up Maura's spine causing her to shiver. She only hoped Jane hadn't noticed. That wouldn't work in favor of the plan. She had to keep her bodily reactions to a minimum. At least for now. Maura watched as Jane moved throughout her house with ease. She always made it look like they never really spent time away from each other. The domesticity of it all was breathtaking to say the least.
"Dinner is almost ready, Jane. Would you like a drink?"
"A beer would be great if you have any left for me, Maur."
Of course Maura had Jane's beer left. She had made sure to always have enough for when Jane would be dropping by, or spending the night. She got herself a glass of wine, grabbed Jane's beer and made her way to sit next to the Detective on her couch. Jane had turned on the TV, and put on tonight's Celtics game. They were playing the Denver Nuggets tonight and Maura had every intention to let Jane watch whatever she wanted. She needed her Detective in a good mood. She wanted things to go smoothly, that way if there was any doubts before she went too far, she could casually brush it off. She handed Jane her beer and sat down next to her.
"Thanks, Maura. I could really use this after today."
"It's no problem, Jane. I know today we had a particularly rough case."
Today's case load was a triple homicide of children. They were not even over the age of 8. Jane always got more intense when children were involved. She was always protective of her family and friends, but when children are added into the mix, she gets this look in her eyes, and her face set in a mask that isn't broken until the killer is put behind bars. Tonight, I planned on removing all of her stress for the night.
"Yeah, I hate when there are children involved in cases like these. They shouldn't have to die. Not like that. They shouldn't be murdered. They're just children," she gave a slight frown before turning to look at Maura. Maura always had a sense of calming Jane, easing her of the stress from the day, of her nightmares. All Jane needed was to see her, or know she was in the room and she felt just a bit more relaxed.
Maura gave Jane a slight sympathetic look, "I know, Jane. I know. But, at least you caught the killer." Maura didn't think it was time to give Jane facts about child homicides. Not if she wanted things to go smoothly. She gave Jane's arm a light squeeze just as the timer in the kitchen went off.
"Dinner should be ready. Why don't you go sit at the table, Jane and I'll bring it out for you."
"Okay, Maur. If you don't want any help?"
"I'm perfectly fine, Jane. Thank you."
Maura headed into the kitchen. It was filled with the aroma of Angela's homemade lasagna. It was Jane's favorite. Angela had taught her how to make it a couple of weeks prior and tonight was the night she got to make it for Jane. Angela has known for quite some time Maura had feelings for Jane. Angela was positive her daughter felt the same way. Maura had recruited the help in setting up the perfect plan to move things along. She put helpings of the lasagna, garlic bread and some vegetables on each plate. She carried them into the living room and set each plate in their respective place on the table. Jane wasn't seated at the table, though. Where could she have gone? Maura quickly hoped she hadn't gone into the master bedroom. That would not go over well so soon into the night. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Jane walking casually through the front door with a smile on her face. One of her hands was behind her back and she was looking at Maura with a soft expression.
"Sorry, Maur. I left these in my car for you." She removed her hand from behind her back, and clasped in her hand was a bag of Maura's favorite chocolate. Fudge clusters. Typical Rizzoli grin plastered on her face, she moved over to Maura, "they are for after dinner, though."
"Oh, Jane. That is so sweet of you. You know they're my favorite," a small blush crept up Maura's neck and cheeks.
The blush seemed to creep its way up Jane's cheeks, as well. She nervously ran her fingers through her long, dark hair which she never seemed to be able to contain. Never the one to stay too long on emotions, she moved over to where Maura's seat was, and gently pulled it out for her.
"C'mon, Maur. Let's eat."
Maura made her way slowly over to her seat with the smile permanently on her face. She could not help it. Jane had subtle ways to be romantic and show her feelings to the petite Doctor. Making her way past Jane to her chair, she lightly kissed Jane's cheek.
"Thank you, Jane." The blush was back slowly creeping up her neck. She settled into her chair and watched Jane as she made her way to her own seat. A smile on Jane's face, matched with her blush filled cheeks. Maura's plan seemed to be moving a little bit further ahead than planned, but this was a good step. Jane hadn't backed away, even if it was just a light touch of lips upon cheek. It was a start. The two went through dinner with light conversation about work, and plans for the upcoming weekend. There was always the small flirting, light gazes, smiles, and touches between the two. It was like any other night they had spent together. The only difference is, Maura hoped that the night would end just a little more differently. When dinner was finished, Maura started to clear the table but Jane had stopped her with a hand to the small of her back making her breath hitch.
Jane's cool breath slid across Maura's neck and ear, "I'll clean up, Maur. Go put your feet up. Put on a show or documentary you've been meaning to watch. I will join you when I'm finished."
"Jane, don't be silly. I'm perfectly capable of cleaning the dishes." She made a grab for the plates again but once again was stopped by Jane. She had this look in her eyes, as if lightly pleading for the Doctor to let her do the dishes. She let out the breath she was holding and made a small notion of nodding. She ran her hand down Jane's arm and made her way into the living room while Jane headed into the kitchen. The space put between them helped clear up Maura's mind a little bit. Whenever she was around Jane her emotions seemed to cloud her mind, and that could not happen with tonight's plan. She wanted this perfectly executed. She wanted this to be successful, but, her mind would not follow instructions. Instead, her mind wondered off to the way Jane's muscles would be flexing in her arms, and how those arms would look flexing while doing something else, something a bit more intimate.
- Rizzoli And Isles - Rizzles -
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Jane was having just as much concentrating as Maura was. She couldn't stop thinking about the way the Doctor's eyes lit up when she showed her the fudge clusters, or how whenever she walked, her hips swayed just the right ways, or the way everything she wore fit her perfectly in all the right places. Jane was having trouble keeping her thoughts away from sex with the gorgeous ME. She didn't know if she could last much longer skating around these feelings. Maura had been so happy to get the fudge clusters she had kissed Jane's cheek. That was a start, wasn't it? If things kept going how they were, they would be together within weeks, months at the latest. However, the Detective didn't know that Maura had other plans.
When she had gotten behind Maura to convince her to go relax, the smell of her perfume consumed Jane's senses and almost made her slip up. She was a tiny fraction away from placing her lips on the Doctor's exposed neck. How easy it would have been to slip her hand just a little bit lower to graze her ass through her dress. Jane was sometimes scared with how easily her feelings for Maura could take over her body, and mind. It was like a whole other playing field. With the men she had in her life, it was never like this. She never had felt this way with Gabe, Joey or even Casey. In her heart and mind, Jane knew there was no one for her besides Doctor Maura Isles.
Jane grabbed the wine Maura was drinking, another beer for her and headed into the living room. Maura had a smile on her face, eyes closed with the TV on mute. She wondered what she was thinking about and quietly observed her best friend. She stood there for a few minutes before Maura's eyes opened and she gasped slightly.
"Jane! Don't scare me like that! Why didn't you say you were in here?"
She smiled and topped off Maura's wine glass, "sorry, Maur. You looked so content, peaceful. I didn't want to disturb you quite yet."
Maura could see the sparkle in Jane's eyes as she looked at her. She turned towards Jane and asked her what movie she would like to watch. Jane didn't care as long as it wasn't going to put her to sleep. Maura took that as watching a documentary about ancient Egyptians, but Jane didn't really care. She was happy to watch Maura and the way her eyes focused on the TV, how her body stayed relaxed and how she moved just a tiny bit closer to her. By the end of the film, Jane's arm was around Maura's shoulders and Maura was leaning into her. The night was still young, and Maura was already in the beautiful Detective's arms. Her plan was in effect and it was working out perfectly so far.
