Jane bought a nice red wine before going over to Maura's. One that she knew, from experience, made the good doctor very tipsy. As she walked to her friend's door, she smirked. Maura answered it with a very unsurprised look on her face. That was, until she had realized what Jane was wearing.
The brunette had searched her whole apartment for one of her nicest dresses, and one that Maura had never seen before. It was dark grey, didn't cover her back, stopped mid-thigh, and Jane looked breathtakingly gorgeous. As she brushed past Maura, the medical examiner's breath hitched. She paused and lowered her voice. "Is anyone here yet?"
Maura swallowed. "No."
Jane pushed the smaller woman against the doorjamb engulfing her in a passionate kiss. Her hands roamed the soft fabric of Maura's clothes, of which were immaculate, as always. The blonde whimpered when Jane captured her lower lip and bit it softly. Jane smiled as she pulled away, because of the fact that as soon as their contact was over, Maura was pulling her in for more.
"Now, now, Doctor. What will the neighbors think?"
"I don't care," she said, clawing at Jane's arms.
"Uh-huh." Jane ran away into Maura's house the best she could in heels, which was not very good at all. When she heard the hard clacking, she stopped; worried she might ruin the wood floors.
"You, Jane Clementine Rizzoli, are insufferable."
"Jesus, you sound like my mother."
Maura raised her eyebrows pointedly, eyeing the bottle of wine in Jane's hand warily and walked into the kitchen. She swayed her hips leaving Jane a full view to gawk at. The brunette bit her tongue and followed her. She helped Maura set the table and get the food out. It was some French cuisine that Jane no way in hell would be able to pronounce.
Angela arrived first, having been living in the guesthouse. She gushed over Jane as usual. Maura was next and she stifled a laugh as Jane made faces at her mother behind her back. All three of them were having easy conversation and a glass of wine when the doorbell rang.
Dr. Hope Martin had arrived.
Maura set down her glass of wine and as she walked by, Jane put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. She smiled the best she could and opened the front door. Maura's mother was wearing a very casual yet professional outfit. She stepped in to give Maura a hug, which the medical examiner allowed, and thank goodness, this time she managed not to cry.
Hope made her way over to the Rizzolis and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Jane—"
"Yes, I remember you. We met the other day," Hope said, as she shook Jane's hand. "And you're Jane's mother, Angela."
"Yes!"
Hope smiled and went to sit down. Jane watched Maura's sad eyes follow her before the medical examiner masked her emotion. The sadness was still there in her eyes, but the rest of her face radiated happiness.
After chatting about work mainly, Angela bragging about the Division One Café, Hope cleared her throat. "I hope this question isn't too intrusive," she was directing her questions towards Jane and Maura who had no idea where this was going. "But, may I ask, how long have the two of you been dating?"
Jane dropped her fork. Angela giggled. Maura, who had been sitting very close to Jane, slid to the opposite direction.
Hope smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry. That was kind of off topic. I apologize."
Jane recovered faster than Maura. "No, no, no. That's perfectly fine. We're just so surprised cause we're, you know, not dating. Just, uh, really close friends." Jane seemed to remember their flirty game from earlier and decided to play it up. She stretched her arms above her head and cracked her knuckles. One by one, she watched with a smirk, as Maura's face got paler and paler. Just for grins, she wiped the tip of her index finger on her plate and licked it clean. It lingered in her mouth for a little bit and all Maura could do was stare at her.
Hope and Angela had continued on with the conversation and were oblivious with Maura's inner turmoil. Jane was having too much fun. It was time to turn the tables. She lifted her fork up to her mouth and pretended to fumble for it until it dropped to the floor.
"Oh, silly me. I'll just grab it," Maura said, with an apologetic smile. Before getting up, she glanced at Jane to make sure she had the brunette's full attention. She stood, and bent over at an antagonizing angle, making Jane squirm.
Jane watched Maura's dress tighten against her ass and she couldn't help the immediate throbbing between her legs. She bit her bottom lip as Maura sat back down in the chair, a devious smile playing on her lips. Bass knocked into Jane's own chair, causing her to pitch herself towards Maura, basically landing in the blonde's lap.
Hope and Angela looked at them curiously, as Jane pushed herself up she chuckled. She dragged her fingernail up Maura's thigh, making the doctor gasp loudly.
"Dr. Isles are you okay?"
"Mhhmm. Definitely. Just a little breeze. My dress is very breezy." Not quite a lie.
They were interrupted by the chime of the doorbell. Jane was up in an instant and to the door in another two. She opened it to reveal Tommy Rizzoli, with a bouquet of some flowers that Jane didn't recognize.
"Ah, Tommy. How about you give those to me and I'll make sure they get to Maura."
He shook his head. "Naw, it's cool, Janie. I'll give 'em to her myself." He moved to go in, but Jane sidestepped him.
"Either you give the flowers to me, or they go up your ass."
Tommy quickly gave up the flowers and walked off, mumbling something about Jane having 'her time of the month'.
Jane put the flowers in a vase on the kitchen counter and returned to the table. Hope was explaining a genocide she had encountered a few months ago. Soon, everyone was done with dinner. Hope left earlier than Angela, but when they were both gone, the two friends sat on the couch and sighed.
"Dinner with your mom went pretty well, dontcha think?"
Maura was grateful for the light humor. "I think it went great."
"Are you going to tell her you're her daughter?"
She shook her head. Jane leaned in her direction and rested a hand on her thigh.
"Why not?"
"She-she doesn't want me…"
Jane brushed a tear off Maura's cheek and pulled the smaller woman into a hug. Maura quickly tried to wipe off her cheeks and look Jane in the eye.
"I don't want to talk about Hope anymore."
Jane looked at Maura anxiously, still concerned for her. "Okay," she agreed slowly. "What do you want to talk about?"
Maura stood up quickly. She held out her hand for Jane to take. "No talking… You're going to take me to the bedroom."
Jane's eyes widened and she smiled knowingly. She got serious again. "Are you sure?"
"I'm absolutely sure. Just like when I said you were bossy."
"You're… bossier."
"Jane," Maura said breathlessly. "Get… the fuck… off of the couch."
She did as she was told and let Maura lead her to the bedroom. "I told you," she mumbled. "Bossy."