Newspaper Clippings: At the Door
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: And the date begins!
When the doorbell rang, Jane quickly finished with her mascara and hustled over to the door. Dark, fitted skinny jeans and her one pair of black pumps would be okay, right? Her black shirt was the most feminine shirt she owned, with its low v-neck and white detailing around the neck and the hemline. She felt hideously underdressed. But there was no time to change, not with Maura on the other side of that door.
With one last deep breath and a final smoothing of her hair, she opened the door. "Hi," she greeted, although whether or not Maura heard her was up for debate. She could have sworn she meant to speak at a normal volume instead of the whisper that came.
Maura smiled warmly, standing there in a black pencil skirt and flowery top, her feet in nude peep-toed heels. "Hi," she responded. For all her apparent confidence yesterday, she sounded just as nervous as Jane felt. That helped a little to settle the giant butterflies flying into the walls of her stomach. For a moment, it did, until she saw Maura's eyes take in her appearance. Then they were flying as fiercely as before.
"Am I underdressed?" Jane fingered her shirt. "Should I change? I should change." She made as if to do just that when a hand found purchase on her elbow and a chuckle made its way to her ears.
"Jane, you look beautiful," she reassured her. "Really."
Jane paused, her eyes scanning Maura's face for any hint saying otherwise. But Maura didn't lie. Letting out the air that had trapped itself in her lungs when Maura touched her, she tried to relax. "Thanks." She finally registered what was going through her mind and whispered, "You...you look beautiful, too."
A smile bloomed on Maura's face and leaned forward. "Don't worry, I don't really know how to go in this situation either."
"Good," Jane sighed, finally back at her normal volume. "Because I barely know anything about straight relationships, let alone...whatever we're about to get into."
Nodding ruefully, Maura suggested, "Well, how about we don't think about it? How about we just go to dinner and not think about anything past that?" It might be the only way the magnitude of what they were starting wouldn't make them too scared to try, Jane mused as she nodded.
As they walked to the car, the backs of their hands bumped into each other a few times. Both the homicide detective and the chief medical examiner felt it, the tingles that ran up their arms at the contact, the crazy dances going on in their stomachs. They were both scared beyond reason.
But it was a pleasant kind of scared.
A/N: Here's the thing. I'm writing in blind territory now, and I'm just writing what I think is realistic for these two characters. I hope you still like it, so PLEASE review!