Newspaper Clippings: The Itch
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: Heh heh heh horny Jane.
It wasn't all that hard to keep their relationship a secret. The whole precinct knew they were best friends, so they didn't think twice when they saw them together at work or in the cafe. One was a homicide detective and the other the chief medical examiner. Of course they would be seen together at work.
The true beauty, though, of dating a woman who was also her best friend, Jane mused as she mixed her creamer into her coffee, was that, if anyone saw her getting dinner with Maura or squeezing her hand for support, nobody thought anything of it. Everybody dismissed it for the affectionate friendship it had once been. Sometimes Jane felt like chuckling under her breath when she thought about how they were able to hide their relationship in plain sight. But that would be weird.
There was a challenge to their ruse, however. Liquid brown eyes looked up in time to see a certain blonde medical examiner get off the elevator in search of her own caffeine boost. After two months of dating, of learning what it was like to kiss, cuddle, feel another woman, it was getting harder and harder to satisfy...well, to satisfy the itch by herself. She knew that taking it slow was important, because they still had no idea what the hell they were doing. But it was still just so frustrating! When Maura stepped into the cafe and sidled up to her at the coffee pots, just the tiny amount of brushing of the shoulders was enough to get Jane to stand up a little straighter. She tried to concentrate on the sugar she was adding to her coffee.
She caught Maura's smirk from the corner of her eye and nudged her in retaliation. She had no right to smile like that. Not when she had Jane strung out on her hormones like she was. All the flirting, the touching, the smoldering looks...Jane almost wanted to send a glare in her girlfriend's direction. If they didn't at least start exploring below the waist soon, Jane was going to need another round at the shooting gallery.
And she'd just come back from the gallery that morning.
A/N: Last night's drabble was kind of written because I didn't want their relationship to be just oh-how-do-I-get-them-to-have-sex writing, you know? I wanted to show there was still emotional depth in their relationship, and since these are drabbles it's harder to see that sometimes. Anyway, about this drabble, it isn't anything like the sexual frustration drabble I drafted last night. (Sorry, bvscagle!) But seriously, that one was crap. I like this one a lot better. It's fun being in Jane's head. I hope you like this and so I really hope you REVIEW!