A/N: This is my first fanfic ever, and my first piece of writing I've ever put out for others to read. So all the views, follows, favorites, and reviews are just amazing to me! Keep the reviews coming, let me know what y'all think!
And since I just figured out how to work this whole site, I'll add the disclaimer now that I do not own a single bit of these wonderful characters.
Saturday mornings were the only mornings Jane would admit to loving. She was allowed to revel in the limbo between sleeping and consciousness. That time when everything is just a little more soft, a little more warm, and every stretch of a muscle feels like the first stretch you've had in years. Lifting her lean arms above her head Jane begins her stretching routine only to be held in place by a weight across her legs. Blinking her eyes open for the first time she checks her surroundings. Maura's guest bedroom. Maura's guest bed. Maura. MAURA.
The previous nights events began to flood the detectives head and she recalled everything. Every word she said. Every. Word. She wasn't even sure whether the smaller woman remembered her drowsy confession, so she made a decision to play it off as if she didn't remember either. Good plan, Jane. Now she just needed to escape from under smooth appendage that's been taunting her since she opened her eyes. Slowly, tactfully, she extricated herself from the doctors heavenly grip and headed towards the kitchen.
A short while later two hazel eyes began to spring to life. After checking the empty space next to her Maura checked the clock. 9:34 am blinked back at her. Since when did Jane ever get up before her? After a quick shower and changing from the previous evenings dress, the ME dressed in her Saturday yoga pants and BPD sweatshirt and made her way to the kitchen. Two cups of coffee sat on the counter next to the tousled detective who was greeting her best friend with a minty fresh smile.
"Good morning sleepy head." The raspy voice cut through the silence.
"This certainly is a first, isn't it?" Maura said with a warm smile as she took her first sip of coffee. "You managed to work the espresso machine I see?" One light eyebrow cocked over the rim of her mug.
"You had it set to brew at 9 am." Jane said through a chuckle.
Ok. Things aren't awkward. Maura seems relaxed. No mention of anything that had happened last night. We're good.
Jane pushed her unruly dark curls from her face with her free hand as she cradled her mug with the other. "What do you want to do today, Maur?"
Maura thought for a few long moments, chewing on her lower lip as she did. Jane couldn't help but smile as she watched, it was almost like she could see each gear turn deep within that big, beautiful brain. Jane snapped out of her thoughts the moment she saw the proverbial lightbulb shine almost as bright as Maura's smile. "I want to go shopping."
"No." Jane said evenly, biting back a whine.
"Come on. It's beautiful out, we can enjoy a leisurely stroll that just so happens to take place on a street with a lot of little boutiques and shops. You can benefit from the cardiovascular workout and I can satisfy my need for shopping. I win. You win." She said matter-of-factly, using the same tone she uses when she delivers a cause of death.
Despite the logic the doctor presented Jane couldn't help her foot from stomping and the whine that finally made its way past her lips. "I hate shopping!"
"You walk and talk. I'll walk and shop." Maura stared her friend down. "Jane, we always do what you want to do on Saturdays." This warranted a snort from the taller woman. "We play softball, we go to Red Sox games, we watch 'McGyver' marathons. Can this Saturday be mine? Pleeeease?" The blonde finished with a pout so big Jane felt every defense she had crumble. With a resigned huff there was an answer.
"Fine. But we're NOT shopping for me!" Her voice rumbled but Maura was already out of the kitchen, skipping past a disinterested Bass and on her way to change.
Six hours, two meals, one snack, and countless shops later, the two women find themselves back at the house. One woman willingly accepting a warm hug from a comfy couch while the other tore through her bags with excitement. Beer in hand, Jane just watched as Maura recounted each purchase, describing how each outfit will look when put together. Halfway through the bags Jane's attention slowly shifted to the TV, catching all the scores and calculating where the Sox were ranking. She was still aware of the comforting voice, just not as aware of the words it was forming until one word in particular brought her attention back to the present. Sexy. It was a word often used when describing an outfit, but now it had double meaning for the detective.
Did Maura just say "sexy"?
Turning her her head towards the mountain of bags, Jane missed the opportunity to read her friend's face and was instead greeted by her retreating backside. It's just a word. Calm down. She's gonna realize something's up if you jump every time she says it.
"Jane?" A small voice called out from a bedroom.
The lanky form on the couch sprung up, almost too eagerly, trying to get away from her own thoughts. Jane froze as soon as she approached the threshold. What she saw in front of her caused her breath to hitch.
Maura stood with her back to the door, golden waves caressing bare shoulders being exposed by the strapless form fitting red dress the doctor was modeling. Every curve was highlighted beautifully, her toned legs were on display in the most dangerous way. Damn. Jane's mouth went dry as she took in each inch of her best friend. The petite woman circled once before coming around to face Jane fully. "What do you think?" she asked eagerly, excited by the look on the other woman's face.
"Um.." Jane stumbled through the door, trying to drag herself back to the reality of the moment. This wasn't a music video with fog and a spotlight showing off a model for you to drool over. This was her best friend asking for an opinion. She could handle this. I need to handle this. "Very nice."
"Very nice? Jane this is Dior." Judging by the blank stare she was receiving, Maura knew the name was lost on Jane. Allowing her hands to drop and feel the fabric that was stretched across her torso she couldn't help but purr. "It feels like it was made just for me!" Normally Jane would find this amusing, the way her google-mouthed doctor best friend would act more like a 16-year-old when it came to clothes, but not this time. She was more distracted by the heat that crept up her face at the thought of her hands feeling the taut material. Oh God. She began her slow retreat.
"It's beautiful, Maur, really. Uh-" Jane looked around, trying to come up with an excuse to leave. "I gotta go..." The sad look in Maura's eye hadn't gone unnoticed by the detective before she finished. "Ma could only check on Jo a couple times today, I have to go make sure she didn't get in any trouble. I'll talk to you later." And with that Jane was gathering her keys and making her way to the door, Maura on her heels.
"Ok. I understand. Thank you for being patient today. I had a lot of fun." Maura smiled at her fleeing friend.
Jane's face softened as she turned back to Maura. "Me too. Believe it or not." They both laughed. The sound brought the taller woman's attention to the full lips that were the source. Dragging her dark gaze back up she said her goodbye and made her way, unsteadily, to her cruiser.
As her tall frame settled behind the wheel her phone beeped signaling she had a new message. From Maura. Opening the message she didn't even try to fight the groan it caused.
"I think the dress makes me look SEXY. What did you think?"