Hi everyone! I heard about this snowstorm in the Northeast of the US and of course Boston is one of the city hit by this blizzard, so I came up with this story thinking about our favorite couple dealing with the possibility of being trapped inside home.
This is not following the storyline of the show so there are no spoilers ahead don't worry, and this is also my first Rizzles story. I was thinking to write two maybe three more chapters but first, I would love to hear what you think about this.
I apologize for eventual grammar errors (english is not my first language)
Enjoy
"Come on Maur, hurry up! I'm freezing my ass off out here!" We were outside of her home knees deep into the snow with so much wind I thought for a second we were in fucking Siberia, and of course, Maura couldn't find the keys in her Mary Poppins purse.
"Language Jane!"
"Really? We are probably dying of exposure and you are concerned about my language?" My teeth were chattering so hard that I didn't even know if she made sense about what I was saying, it didn't matter, especially since a second later the front door swung open and I pratically pushed Maura inside making her shriek in surprise.
"You can be so rude sometimes Jane." she narrowed her eyes at me but she wasn't really upset so I smirked, making her chuckle.
Closing the door was the difficult part, there was so much wind that I had to use all the weight of my body to close it. It was quite the scene, like the ones in horror movies where the protagonists are trying to escape from a horde of hungry zombies, closing the door behind them and maybe even pushing some piece of furniture against it just to be sure that it won't open again. I was tempted for a second, maybe pushing Maura's fridge against it.
With a final effort and a groan I finally managed to close the damn 500 pounds door. Leaning against it, I looked around the living room, that fortunately, seemed to be immaculate except for a few snow flakes here ad there that were quickly melting due to the inside temperature, that was high.. too high.
I could feel my cheeks flushed while my nose, feet and hands were still a block of ice.
"Maura, it's my impression or it's really warm in here?"
She looked up at me from the couch where she was taking off her fancy snow boots. "I'm tempted to say that feeling warm it's the last stage of Hypothermia and that you're going to die in a few minutes just to see the look on your face" her eyes shining with amusement.
I couldn't believe my frozen ears, Maura Isles has finally discovered sarcasm.
I blinked at her a few times, my expression a mix between the classic 'deer in the headlight' and pure amusement. When I finally opened my mouth to say something, she laughed.
Hearing Maura's laugh was one of the things I could never go without, it was so good to see her smile and even if she was laughing at me at the moment, I couldn't help but feel that familiar sensation start from my stomach and spreading all the way through my body, reaching the tip of my ears and toes.
I adored her smile, the one she reserved only for me, the one that reached her beautiful hazel eyes making them shine with adoration and lo-
No. Maura was my friend. My best friend. She didn't love me the way I did. It was better this way. I could keep her safe. Well, maybe safe wasn't the appropriate word since we managed to put ourselves in a lot of trouble anyway, but I don't think I could stand to see her life in danger if we were together. No, that was the right choice. I can protect her better from a distance.
Forcing myself out of my dark thoughts with a brave smile on my face, I made my way towards the honey blonde beauty sitting on the couch. "I'm very impressed Maur" and I really was "didn't see that coming"
And there it was again that beautiful smile that forced a more natural one from me and made my chest ache.. and my cheeks to blush.
God, it really is hot in here.
Maura noticed my rosy face but fortunately thought it was for the heat "Oh, I'm sorry Jane I know it's a little warmer than usual in here, but with the storm and the temperature dropping, I can't risk for Bass to be in an ambient too cold, he need to stay in a temperature between 71.6 and 87.8 degrees."
I chuckled, that was so Maura "So you keep your heating system on all day so your turtle won't catch a cold?"
"Tortoise" she corrected me immediately "And he can't catch a cold"
"Of course he can't! Did you ever see how slow he is? OW! Did you just hit me?!"
Whatever she was going to say was cut off by the buzzing of my phone, I groaned when I saw that it was my mother.
"Hey Ma.."
The signal was really disturbed, probably because of the storm, so I gesture to Maura that I would have found a place with a better reception.
I found myself in Maura's bedroom, listening to whatever my mother was trying to tell me while pacing across the room. I stopped in front of the large window admiring the snow falling like ash after the eruption of a volcano.
The sky was a dark shade of grey, the snow shining because of the lights on the border of the streets while the wind lifted small ammounts of white flakes creating a perfect vortex in the air.
When the call with my mother ended I remained there, looking outside the window, pretending that my thoughts were the millions of white flakes lying on the ground, lifted by the wind and carried far away.
But as much as I pretended, my thoughts were running all around my head like the inestinguishable vortex on the empty street below me, and the center of said vortex was the woman that I have left in the living room, the same woman that was my dearest friend and so much more to me that was starting to ache.
Maybe I should leave, just for a little while, take a vacation for a couple of weeks.
I dismissed the thought immediately with a dark breathed laugh, I could never leave Maura behind, and wherever I would run, my feelings for her would probably follow me.
"Jane?"
Maura's sweet voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned to meet her gaze.
It amazed me every time realize how beautiful she was. Her features were soft and kind, just like her eyes, her skin fair and smooth and her caramel colored hair.. God, all I wanted was to run my fingers through her hair and get lost in her scent.
When I recovered from my daydream, I saw that she was smiling at me but not one of those smiles that made me melt in a puddle, her eyes held concern, I suddenly wondered how long have I been in her bedroom.
"Sorry Maur, Ma called me to say that she is at Frankie's home and that she doesn't know for how long she will stay there due to the storm and everything.."
She didn't seem satisfied, her espression was still concerned.
I knew she could read me like no one else could, she knew all the signs that a person showed when they were feeling distressed, and Maura, being the most beautiful and caring person I have ever met, was going to make sure that I was all right.
"I'm okay Maura" the fake reassuring smile on my face was really convincing evidently, or maybe she knew I needed some space, anyhow I was grateful she didn't press the matter.
"Ok, so I heard the weather news and the whole city is sealed"
She started looking into her walk-in closet for god knows what and I followed her. I narrowed my eyes in confusion "What? What do you mean with 'sealed'?"
She handed me some clothes, a soft warm shirt and a pair of sweatpants "And what are these for?"
She blinked at me "I mean sealed. No one can circulate throught the city except for emergency vehicles, and the clothes are for you, Detective" Incredible. Maura Isles making a joke for the second time during the same evening and.. Was that a wink?
I was so proud that I smirked at her untill I registered what she said, my brain was working more slowly than usual apparentely, It must be half frozen. Or the only functioning part of it was too busy trying to maintain my eyes level above Maura's cleavage.
"Wait! What!? For how long?" The shock evident in my voice, mixed with more than a bit of nervousness. God, I have to stay here with the woman I'm in love with and shouldn't be, pratically trapped into this house for how long exactly? Until Spring comes?!
Maura handed me a bathrobe "All the news are saying to not leave our homes for the next 48 hours."
All the things I was holding fell from my hands.
"Jane!"
I couldn't hear her. The only words I could hear were inside my head. Me, Maura, home, trapped, 48 hours.
Taking a deep breath with my eyes closed and trying not to make another scene, I gathered the clothes lying on the floor without saying a word.
When I opened my eyes again, Maura was right in front of me, her espression amused
"Are you sure you are okay Jane?" she reached out with her hand placing it on my forehead. Even the simple contact caused me to blush furiously.
"Your body temperature is a little higher than normal but it's not fever." I held my breath for all the sentence until she pulled her hand away.
"I.. I think that I'm just... for the cold, you know." My throat felt suddenly dry making my voice sounds raspy.
Maura smile at me "Of couse, you should take a nice hot shower Jane. I will be in the kitchen to make us some dinner. Are you hungry?"
Oh, I was hungry, but not as hungry for food as I was for..
"Yes" I whispered looking directly at her lips while licking mine. What are you doing you idiot! I snapped back in track before it was too late.
"I mean yes! Er.. Ma said she left some lasagna in the fridge if we wanted to eat something."
Maura tilted her head to the side, my weird behaviour was making her feel like she was missing something. Hell, even I didn't know how to react in front of my own actions anymore..
She, however decided to take pity on me "All right Jane. I'll put the lasagna in the oven while you take your shower, meet me downstairs when you are ready." She smiled sweetly at me and headed to the bedroom door.
Just when I was turning towards the bathroom, I heard her voice calling me.
"Oh Jane, I almost forgot, the radiator in the guest room doesn't work, so you'll be sleeping here with me." She grinned, actually grinned at me, and then she was gone, leaving me in the middle of her bedroom with my arms full of warm and fluffy clothes.
I stared at the perfectly made king size bed in front of me, covered with a white duvet and a few pillows, imagining Maura and I in that same bed, doing everything except sleep.
Well, Fuck me.
This storm has a great sense of humor.
Should I continue?
