Out of Tune
Disclaimer: Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles do not belong to me. No infringement intended and no profit will be made from their use.
Note: Italics indicate flashbacks.
Rule Number Two: What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom
This rule was never actually spoken aloud between Jane and Maura, but instinctively they both knew that was the way it would be. After their first time Jane had been worried about what would happen the first time they saw each at work. She felt sure people would look at them together and just know. But of course they didn't. Because neither Jane nor Maura gave anyone a reason to think anything was different. Even Jane's mother didn't notice anything, even though Jane was sure that Angela possessed the ability to read her mind.
So everything proceeded as normal. Work, drinks at the robber, Rizzoli Sunday dinners, occasional dates. It was all fairly easy. The times when one of them showed up at the other's house explicitly for sex, existed in its own world.
Jane sometimes felt like it was happening to a different person. She may want to be that other person but in the end it still wasn't her. At least at the beginning. Jane was finding it increasingly hard to keep the two worlds separate and could feel that some sort of resolution was going to have to happen soon.
After the first time they had sex, Jane next saw Maura at work. Maura walked into the bullpen and Jane's mind flashed back to Maura on top of her, inside of her, the sound Maura made when she came. But then the thought passed. There was work to do and that's why Maura was there. They both got what they needed before. No reason to dwell on it.
Maura noticed Jane's reaction to her when she walked in the room, including the dilation of Jane's pupils, and felt a surge of pleasure course through her body. Fucking Jane been as good as she imagined it would be and she was happy to note that Jane appeared to enjoy it as well. When Maura left Jane's that night, she felt satisfied but also the slightest twinge of guilt. Had she pushed Jane into to something she didn't really want? Seeing Jane today made Maura confident that everything was good.
Sitting on her bed and watching Maura put her clothes back on, for what felt like the thousandth time, Jane asked, "How come you never stay the night?"
"I didn't think you wanted me to," Maura responded.
"So if I said I wanted you to stay, you would stay?"
"I don't know. I haven't planned for that. Besides, what would the point be?"
"Is that all this is then? Just sex? Don't you ever want more, like affection or comfort?"
"We talked about this from the start. This is filling a need. We both get off when we need to. If it isn't satisfying to you anymore we should stop."
"Yeah, maybe we should," Jane said but she didn't sound convinced.
Maura bent down and kissed Jane. "Goodnight. I'll see you at work."
The second time was two weeks later. After solving a particularly nasty case, Jane picked up a six pack and a bottle of wine and rang Maura's doorbell. She went with no intention other than unwinding with her best friend after a long week. Maura ordered food and they ate and drank and relaxed.
Four beers and most of the bottle of wine later, Jane was cleaning up dinner in the kitchen. She heard Maura walk into the kitchen and then felt Maura standing behind her, Maura's breath on her neck. Despite the alcohol, or maybe because of it, there was a shyness and a cautiousness this time. "Are you sure this isn't a mistake?" Jane asked.
"It isn't a mistake for me. I've been thinking about you."
"Have you been with a woman before?"
"No, why?" Maura asked, confused by the abrupt question.
"You seem like you know what you're doing."
"Well, I've imagined it before. And it really is just basic biology. Do you think this is a mistake?" Maura asked.
"No, I don't think so."
"I thought we already agreed that this was a good thing. It makes sense. It helps us both." Maura kissed Jane's neck and then whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Jane. Isn't that what you came here for tonight?"
Jane couldn't say no. She turned around and pushed Maura against the kitchen island. Maura was wearing a tank top and yoga pants, both of which Jane removed. Maura put her hands on Jane's shoulders and gently pushed down, enough to express what she wanted but leaving it up Jane to decide to do it. Jane found it incredibly easy to follow Maura's lead. With men she sought to assert her equality, if not dominance, in the bedroom. With Maura, Jane was eager to please.
Jane sank to her knees, pulling Maura's thong down to the floor with her. Jane tentatively ran her tongue through Maura for the first time. Hearing the moan issued from Maura emboldened Jane to continue. After several more long licks, she focused on Maura's clit. Maura slung a leg over Jane's shoulder. Jane wrapped one hand around Maura's ass and inserted two long fingers inside Maura. When Maura came, Jane felt a surprising sense of accomplishment.
Once again Jane and Maura were having a post-work drink at the Robber. "Help me out here. When you go on all these dates, what are you looking for?" Jane asked.
"The same thing everyone is looking for. To find out if that person is someone I want to spend more time with and potentially have a relationship with."
"Perhaps you aren't looking in the right place. In all the time I've known you've never gone on more than a half dozen dates with one person."
"Thanks for pointing out my terrible dating record."
Jane leaned across the table and said softly, "Maura. Think about this for a second. Don't you think that there may already be someone in your life who you might be well suited to be in a relationship with?"
Maura tilted her head and thought but came up empty. "Who?"
Struggling to control her volume, Jane said, "For christ's sake, Maura. Me! We are basically dating already. We hang out together all the time and we have sex. What else are you looking for?"
"Oh, Jane," Maura said sadly.
"What? What do you need that I don't have or can't give you?"
"It's not that simple."
"Fuck, Maura. I'm going to make this simple then. I'm not going to be your plaything, or your experiment, or your last resort, or whatever it is I am anymore." Jane stood up. "I'm done." Jane walked out of the bar and didn't look back.