Title: Truth Love Dare
Category: TV Shows » Rizzoli & Isles
Author: Alwaysbringback-up
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Drama/Angst/Friendship

Truth Love Dare

Pairing: Jane/Maura

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the R&I universe. All characters belong to Janet Tamaro. I promise that my writing is done purely for recreational purposes only. No ill harm is intended.

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When Jane arrived at Maura's home, her stomach was already in knots.

She'd taken a long shower at her apartment after work, but had easily spent the most time agonizing over what to wear. Then she'd set about perfecting her make-up.

And god, no matter what she did, she felt like a teenager before their very first date.

When Maura finally answered the door, she, like Jane, had to do a double take.

Jane's typically curly hair, had been tamed and pulled back from her face. The tall detective was actually wearing a flattering shade of lipstick that made her lips all that more appealing. In fact, Maura briefly let herself slip into a fantasy during which she actually let herself imagine what it would be like to feel Jane's soft and pliant lips against her own. As soon as it had come, however, Maura was forced to pull herself out of it as she invited Jane inside. Though, she still let her eyes rake up and down the lean woman's body, as the brunette sauntered by, allowing herself to appreciate the slight curves of her best friend's hips. Maura licked her lips as her throat grew dry. Jane was dressed in a beautiful, long sleeved, hand-knit, scoop necked sweater. It had a brown zipper that ran along one side of the shoulder, where Jane's collarbone jutted out ever so slightly. The color of the deep brown leather contrasted perfectly with the cream color of the sweater, and gave the article of clothing a very unique look. It looked perfect on Jane. Maura was also a fan of Jane's faded blue jeans, which fit the detective just right. There were a couple of holes in the denim fabric that gave Maura a glimpse of the tanned skin underneath. What really made the outfit gel perfectly, however, were the tall brown boots that matched the detailing on the brunette's sweater. Jane had a warm smile on her lips as she stepped inside, her coat slung over her arm.

She too, was stunned by Maura's appearance. God, the perfectly put together M.E. was just that.

Maura looked immaculate in a small black cocktail dress that left off just above her knees. Her light brown, almost honey-colored hair fell in loose ringlets about her shoulders in a way that would make any jaw drop, and her tanned, shapely legs seemed to be perfectly accentuated by her heels. In fact, her legs seemed to go on forever. Clutched in her hands, was a small black leather purse that Jane could only assume cost more than her monthly income. Next to her, Jane felt quite out of place.

"Wow," Jane exhaled as she took in every curve of Maura's body. "You look…." Jane forced herself to trail off before she said too much.

"Is this okay?" Maura asked, meeting Jane's eyes. She took note of the way that Jane's complexion flushed a little as the brunette looked at her.

"Are you kidding me?" Jane chuckled. "Maura, you look amazing. I suddenly feel very under-dressed."

"Jane," Maura's warm sweet voice filled the foyer, "I wouldn't change a single thing about your look. You look great."

They would have spent more time flattering each other, had it not been for the knock that sounded at the door. Maura looked momentarily confused.

"Oh, sorry," Jane quickly apologized, "That's Detective Crusaw. I told him to meet me here. He still has to fit me with the wire."

"Oh," Maura replied weakly as Jane pulled open the door.

"Good evening, Detective," he greeted as he stood on the front step, clutching his case tightly in front of him.

"Good evening, Danny," Jane greeted. "And please. Call me Jane. I mean…you're about to see me with my shirt off," she joked, "So we might as well be on a first name basis." Jane turned back to face Maura. "Is it okay if we use the spare bedroom?"

"Uh… Oh, uh…sure," Maura stuttered. "Of course. Please come in," she implored him as she stepped aside. "Jane will show you to the bedroom." Then. "Would you care for something to drink?"

"Water would be great," he replied with a warm smile, "Thank you!" Maura nodded and parted from Jane and Danny. She walked into her kitchen, and pulled open the cupboard, pulling a glass from its confines. Her stomach lurched as she heard Jane's laughter bubbling from the guest bedroom. For a long moment, she steadied herself against the counter. She suddenly felt the need for a strong drink. And yet, she knew that she that couldn't have so much as a single drop. They were technically on duty tonight. Jane wouldn't be drinking and neither will she. She supposed that they would have to get through this tense, jarring evening completely stone sober, no matter how painful and gut wrenching it became.

Then Maura forced herself to move. With monotonous movements, she flicked on the tap and pushed the glass under the faucet to fill it.

She quickly padded towards the guest bedroom, and froze outside the door. She was torn between just entering and knocking. It didn't matter that she was in her own house. She finally just decided to knock.

"Come in, Maur," Jane called.

Maura quickly turned the handle and opened the door. And as her eyes fell on a scantily clad Jane sitting on the edge of her bed, her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to look away as her eyes raked over Jane's smooth olive skin, as the detective sat in a lacy black bra and her jeans.

For a heart stopping moment, Maura forced her eyes closed, and instantly regretted doing so.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' she was forced to ask herself as a brief snapshot of her pushing Jane back amongst the pillows, flashed through her mind.

Sure, they'd seen each other in various states of undress before. But something felt different between them. Maura wondered when things had changed, and was forced to admit that maybe…just maybe it was because her feelings for Jane had changed.

She opened her eyes to see Jane looking at her, a look of curiosity evident in her features.

"Maur," Jane teased. "You can come in, you know?"

"Right," Maura cleared her throat as she entered. "Of course. Here's your water, officer Crusaw," she couldn't bring herself to call him Danny. She set the water down on the vanity, that spanned the top of her dresser and turned back to face Jane and the officer sitting next to her.

Maura could scarcely swallow as she watched Danny slip the wire into Jane's cleavage. He didn't seem to notice, but as a direct consequence of each movement, Jane's rather visible breasts responded in kind. Maura had to admit that she wouldn't mind doing that. She wouldn't mind touching Jane like that. With tape, he secured the wire in place, and then ran the wire, underneath Jane's bra strap.

"Does that feel okay?" he asked Jane a moment later.

"Yeah," Jane replied. Maura watched as Danny reached into his case and pulled out a small box. He plugged in the dangling wire, and clipped the small box to Jane's jeans. Then he pulled on a pair of headphones.

"Speak into the mic, for me?" he requested.

"Testing…1…2," Jane spoke softly.

"Okay," he nodded. "Now whisper something if you wouldn't mind."

"Maur," Jane whispered as she shot Maura a wink, "You look positively ravishing in that dress."

"Jane!" Maura can't help but flush a deep shade of scarlet.

"We're good," Danny announced as he pulled off his headphones. "I'll be in the van with Frost and Korsak in case anything goes wrong."

"Thanks, Danny," Jane smiled as she reached for her sweater.

"I'll leave you two to it," he said with a smile, as he noticed for the first time how the two women were looking at each other.

"Her, Maur," Jane spoke softly after he left and closed the door behind him. "Can you secure the wire in the back for me?" She held out the tape. "It has a strong adhesive, so it shouldn't take much."

"Sure, Jane," Maura replied as she walked over and sat on the bed behind Jane. She tried to keep her hands for trembling as she tore off a couple of strips of tape. There was a little extra slack on the wire, so she ran it along the bottom of Jane's bra and went from there. She tried not to notice Jane's sharp intake of breath as her fingers brushed Jane's skin, but she couldn't stop her heart from quickening in her chest.

"We're good," she announced finally. When the wire was secured against Jane's olive skin. Maura had to resist a very strong urge to run her hands over the detective's skin. She couldn't, however, resist the urge to press her fingertips against the small pucker of skin on Jane's back. She couldn't stop the memory that came with seeing that scar. She'd almost lost Jane that day.

Jane hissed as she clenched her jaw.

"Sorry," Maura apologized.

"It's okay," Jane replied after a moment. "Thanks, Maur," Jane replied sincerely.

Maura watched with a pang of sadness as Jane lifted her sweater and pulled the article of clothing over her head, covering and concealing her beautiful olive skin once more.

Maura was still staring at the spot between Jane's shoulder blades, when the ebony haired woman turned around.

"We should get going, Maur," Jane said finally. "Are you ready for this?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Maura replied with a tremulous voice.

"Look, I know I gave you a hard time about doing this, but it's gonna be fine, Maur," Jane said with an encouraging squeeze of her hand. "You're gonna do great."

Oh, how Maura desperately wanted to believe that….

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