A/N: Here it is guys, I hope you all enjoy the reading and thanks again for all the great reviews.
On the topic of the black people joke, some of you mentioned it apparently sounded offensive, I understand how it would be, but I also see the side where it's just Jane being Jane: giving Maura a hard time. But because I am not a bad person (I swear), I'll change it.
Jane woke up to the pleasant feeling of a warm body cuddled against her. Her arm was wrapped around Maura's smaller frame, hand resting comfortably on the woman's flat stomach. Her other arm was nestled under Maura's pillow, not the most comfortable position, especially when the doctor's head had slept on it all night, but the perfect round bottom in her lap more than made up for it. Jane moved strands of honey-blond hair aside to reveal a slender neck. She slowly pressed her lips down on the soft, skin careful not to wake her. How did I get so lucky?
The doctor stirred in her sleep and turned around until she was on her back, her head turned towards Jane, whom, even if she tried, couldn't help the big goofy grin from appearing on her face. However, the brunette's expression softened up as the sun light peering through the blinds illuminated a part of Maura's face and hair, making it seem like there was an aura around her. It was a breathtaking sight for the pair of brown eyes.
Jane propped her head up on her hand, her elbow dinging into her pillow. She felt an overwhelming feeling of comfort and happiness as she continued to stare at the beauty sleeping beside her. She wanted to take back all the times she said chick flicks made her nauseous, because as unreal as they may seem, there was a bit of truth in them.
The detective dipped her head down, enough to be able to lay a gentle kiss on Maura's lips. The woman in question stirred, let out a small groan but didn't wake up. So, Jane tried again, although she took her time to taste the other woman's lips, running her tongue along Maura's bottom lip. Another groan, but her eyes were still closed shut. With a devilish smirk, Jane moved on top of the sleeping doctor, placing both of her hands on either side her head and kissed her more forcefully this time, all while moving her hips against Maura's center. "Wake up sleepy head." The brunette said between kisses.
The tingling sensation woke Maura in the most enjoyable manner, though she didn't open her eyes, she simply concentrated on returning the passionate kiss she received from her girlfriend. She pulled back as both women were in desperate need of oxygen, moaning appreciatively before opening her eyes, raising a brow at the woman on top of her. "Good morning, love."
"Morning sexy." Jane replied smirking.
"What was the reason behind this unexpected, although very nice, awakening?" Maura asked, placing both of her hands on either side of Jane's face, rubbing her thumbs over her high cheek bones.
The brunette smiled down at the doctor. "Do I need a reason to wake up my beautiful girlfriend with kisses?"
Maura tilted her head, pondering over the question for half a second before answering. "Good point, carry on." She finished with a radiant smile. "It's a bit bright in here, don't you think?" She asked, spreading her legs apart so Jane could fit between them comfortably.
"Your wish is my command, m'lady." Jane laughed, taking hold of her pillow with her right hand and placing it on top of her head as she leaned down once again to kiss Maura. She pulled on both sides of the pillow so the sun rays wouldn't intrude their intimacy.
Maura laughed in the kiss, running both of her hands along Jane's arms, closing her legs against the brunette's hips, trapping her in this position. After a few minutes, Maura pulled back and pushed the pillow aside. "Now it's too warm."
"Geez, you're high maintenance." The detective joked, earning a pinch from Maura. She turned to look to her left; having the uneasy feeling they were being watched. Her chocolate orbs travelled down to the wooden floors, where Bass, the doctor's tortoise, was casually sitting, looking up at them. "Ew, Maura, your turtle is staring at us." She said, making a face.
"Tortoise and he's probably hungry." Maura excused herself and slid from underneath Jane, gathering her clothes she had neatly organized on her night stand. "Mommy's going to feed you in a second. Would you fancy some strawberries?" The doctor said in high pitched voice as she put on her usual morning attire: A pair of briefs and one of Jane's shirts. This morning, she had a grey Red Sox t-shirt with bold, red letters imprinted on the front.
The brunette always had a change of clothes over at Maura's, even before they started dating, for when Jane would occasionally sleep over. For example, when the doctor declares it is far too dangerous for Jane to drive back to her apartment late at night. It was obvious, that the petite woman was using every excuse possible to get her best friend in her bed, not that the detective minded.
Jane chuckled at Maura's baby talk as she lay on her stomach, on the doctor's side of the bed, snuggling into the pillow that gave off the delicious smell that was distinctively Maura. She smiled to herself as she heard the petite woman feeding strawberries to her tortoise, asking if he wanted another one like he would actually reply to her. It was cute, so cute in fact it could rival with any new born cat wondering around aimlessly and meowing. You know the kind you see on Youtube, but you're too badass to admit you actually watch them.
Do you know what is definitely not cute? Grumbling stomachs. Jane groaned, reluctant to get out of bed, but her empty stomach was getting angrier with every passing second. The brunette slowly pushed herself out of bed, sitting on the edge as she tried to remember where she had thrown her pyjamas. She ran a hand through the mass of curly hair, letting her tired eyes roam the vast area. Finally she spotted the clothes on the nightstand on her side of the bed, neatly folded just like Maura's were. Smiling, Jane slipped on the grey tank top and pair of black jogging pants and made her way into the kitchen.
The detective lazily walked towards the island, both of her hands behind her head as she tied her hair in a messy high pony tail. She watched Maura who was still crouched down, feeding Bass. "Don't spoil him too much. Next thing you know he's gonna sleep between us and destroy our sex life, forever." Jane added the last word dramatically as she opened the refrigerator and took out some eggs and vegetables.
"You're right, excessively spoiling children all through their childhood greatly affect their decision making skills, making them very un-responsible young adults which can persists in adulthood." Maura stated, gently patting the turtle's...erm, tortoise's head before putting away the strawberry container.
"I'm sure Bass worries about his future. I mean life insurance and mortgages for turtles are really expensive." The detective teased as she started cutting the veggies.
"Tortoise, Jane." Maura corrected, for the second time this morning. "Ignoring you now." She narrowed her eyes at the woman slightly, though there wasn't a hint of malice in her eyes. She walked behind the taller brunette and casually slipped her arms around her waist, resting her head on Jane's shoulder. "What are you making?"
"On the menu this morning, we have vegetable omelettes with a side of bacon, for me, and whole wheat toasts for you." Jane said with her best impression of a sophisticated Boston cook.
"Oh, are you trying to seduce me, Chef Rizzoli?" Maura asked with a grin, as she cuddled further into the warm body, placing several soft kisses along Jane's neck and shoulder.
"Yes, yes I am." Jane stated matter-of-factly, turning up the heat on the bottom left burner of Maura's luxurious gas stove. "Is it working?" She asked in a lower voice, smirking as she watched the smaller woman grin from the corner of her eye.
"Actually, recent studies have shown that a good cook is sexy and arousing to their partner." The doctor stated seriously with a nod of her head.
"Try not to rip my clothes off; I'm going to crack this egg open." Just as she promised, Jane took an egg, cracked it open against the side of the frying pan and separated the two pieces of the shell with one hand, letting out all the gooey goodness cascade down into the pan, all while making over exaggerated movements with her arm. "You like that?" She asked, deepening her voice just for effect.
"Oh Jane! I can hardly contain my sexual attraction towards you." Maura played along, resting the back of her hand against her forehead and leaning backwards slightly as if she was about to faint.
The two women looked at each other for no more than two seconds and burst out laughing. Never in a million years would Jane have ever thought she would have found someone this amazing, who completed her in every way.
Maura moved away from Jane, letting her finish their breakfast as she gathered the plates and utensils they would need. She glanced at the taller woman a few times while preparing the island and she found it incredibly hard to erase the smile off her face. Jane would glance at her too, and when their sparkling eyes locked for that slight second, the air around them became thick, electrifying, suffocating. Although it was nothing like a hot and humid summer day, the warmth was inviting and made both women feel safe.
Jane brought the frying pan over to the Island, after she had thoroughly mashed the eggs, making sure there was no gooey stuff left, because it grosses out doctor finicky. After she had pilled the enormous portions into both of their plates, she took a seat next to Maura on the island. It truly amazed Jane that such a petite and well-mannered woman could eat more than she did and keep her slim figure. When she had first met the medical examiner, the brunette thought her diet probably only consisted of salad and water, but was pleasantly surprised to see Maura chow down on, not one, but two greasy hamburgers at the Dirty Robber. I think that's when I fell in love with her, right then and there, in a dirty pub. How romantic.
"Do you think we should ask Detective Frost and Korsak to join us tonight?" Maura casually asked, watching Jane from the corner of her eye to subtly catch her reaction.
Jane looked down at her plate. "Don't you think it'll make it weird at work if we tell 'em?" She asked, looking rather preoccupied as she tossed her food back and forth with her fork like she was playing hockey.
"Frost and Korsak have never shown any negativity towards the gay community."
"I know Maur, it's just that..." Jane trailed off, suddenly loosing the words she wanted to speak.
"You want to be respected at work, just like everyone else, without any judgment." The doctor voiced Jane's thoughts, a soft smile playing on her lips as she studied her girlfriend's features.
"Exactly." The brunette replied, grateful that Maura understood her worries.
Greatly touched by Jane's concern, Maura turned on her stool to face the woman, taking one of her hand in hers. "They already do, honey. They know you're an amazing detective and being a woman doesn't make you any less capable of fulfilling your duties. I've never seen Vince look up to someone like he looks up to you. The way he respects you is truly admirable." She held the detective's stare, noticing the softness is her brown eyes, but also the emotions swirling in them. It looked like caramel being poured slowly on your favorite sugary treat. "They love you Jane, and you preferring women over men isn't going to change that. You're still you, the brave, headstrong, smart detective; the hero." Maura watched as Jane lowered her head and smiled, probably trying to hide her blush.
"Thank you." Jane whispered, looking back up at the doctor with a loving smile as she brought Maura's hand up to her lips and laid a quick kiss on the back of it.
"And you're my hero." Maura added in a more enthused tone, as to lighten the conversation and hopes to receive in return a big toothy grin.
"As long as you don't make me wear spandex in bed." Jane joked with a grin.
"Don't be silly Jane, I don't make you wear anything in bed." Maura quipped in a sultry tone, raising a brow as she wrapped both of her arms around Jane's neck to pull the brunette towards her. She pressed her lips against Janes', relishing in their softness as the kiss quickly grew in passion and a very persistent tongue was granted access into the doctor's mouth. Both women groaned low in their throats, forgetting all about the delicious food in front of them.
It's only when they heard the front door open and hurried steps making their way into the house that they realized just how close they were: bodies pressed against each other, Maura's hands were tangled in Jane's dark curls and the detective's hands were making their way underneath the smaller woman's shirt.
When they hell did this happen? Jane no memory of how this happened. "Ma, please knock!" She hissed has she hurriedly patted down Maura's t-shirt to make it look less dishevelled in appearance. The doctor returned the favor, combing her fingers through Jane's raven hair to make it seem less wild and out of control.
Angela hadn't missed both of the women's flushed appearance, and she wouldn't miss a chance to comment on it either. "I'm sorry to interrupt you two love birds, but it's an emergency." she apologized.
"What is it?" Jane hissed again in annoyance, snaking her arm around Maura's waist.
"What's wrong Angela?" Maura asked at the same time as the brunette did as she turned around. Though, she was sporting a much softer and concerned tone than Jane did.
"I burned my sauce, it's completely ruined! I won't have enough time to do it all over again...would you help me Maura?" Angela asked reluctantly, fearing she would be interrupting the woman's plans for the day.
"Of course Ms. Rizzoli, I'll be happy to." Maura quickly replied, missing the lovesick smile that Jane was throwing her way. She placed her hand over the brunette's hand that was resting on her hip and gave it a squeeze.
"You're an angel dear. Thank you." Angela was grateful that her daughter in law, if it's not too soon to call her that, had such a kind soul. She grabbed Maura's arm, tugging her away from Jane. Maura gave her girlfriend an apologetic smile, noticing her hurt expression, as she was being dragged away.
It felt like the doctor had been ripped away from her. Jane already missed the warmth and comfort Maura's body provided. "Hey! Be careful, Ma, she's not a squeaky toy." Jane warned, raising her voice and making gestures with her hands, but the plea was completely ignored.
"I'll bring her back in one piece, I promise." Ms. Rizzoli called out.
Maura blew a kiss at the annoyed brunette and had just enough time to utter the words: "See you soon, honey." before she was pulled out of the house by an eager Angela.
Jane let both of her arms fall in defeat and let out a frustrated sigh. With Maura now occupied for the rest of the day, the detective had nothing to do but watch time go buy. However, she wouldn't let boredom get the best of her. She put on a pair of running shoes, you know the kinds that are sold at ridiculous prices, but Maura insists that "They help minimize the stress that your heel receives when it hits the ground, which maximises and enhances your strike pattern". If you ask Jane, you only pay for the logo that's on the shoe, though she had to admit they were quite comfortable.
She sent Vince and Barry a quick text, informing them that they were invited for a diner tonight with her family at Maura's house. After strapping her iPod to her left bicep, Jane left the house and started a quick stride. Strike, forefoot, toes. Dammit Maura. Even if the petite honey-blond wasn't there to chant the proper way to run, her words were still lingering in Jane's mind.
Jane tried to ignore the looks, and occasional comment, men were giving her as she was running by. Even though she couldn't understand what they were saying to her, she simply glared at them like she was about to take their heads off and it was enough to make them turn the other way with their tail between their legs like lost puppies. Forty-five minutes later, she had arrived to her apartment. Heart beating in her chest and covered in sweat. A few strands of her curly hair had come loose from the pony tail and were stuck on the side of her face.
Jane lazily made her way up the stairs, almost dragging her feet to her door. Her thighs were aching and every small movement felt like something sharp was tearing through the muscle. She was approached by Marissa, who had just stepped out of her apartment. Jane smiled at her, but didn't understand what the woman was saying as music was still blaring in her ears. "Just a second." The brunette said a little too loudly as she close the iPod and took out the earphones from her ears. "Sorry, what did ya say?"
"I asked if you had a good run." The law student replied, intertwining both of her hands together in front of her. Her eyes roamed over Jane's fit figure, unable to look away. The woman was definitely gorgeous, even when she looked exhausted from running.
"It was good, thank you." Jane could see Marissa looked shy, even nervous. Maura always told the brunette that her neighbour had a crush on her. She always dismissed this accusation, but maybe the doctor was right. "I gotta get ready, family dinner tonight. See ya around Marissa." She smiled at the girl once more before entering her apartment, greeted by a hyper Jo Friday.
"Hey girl, did you miss me? Yeah, I know you did." Jane said in her baby voice, scratching the dog's stomach. She chuckled when her left paw twitched in the air from the belly scratching she received. "You hungry?" Jane asked as she got up and walked to the kitchen. Jo followed the brunette, answering the question with a bark.
"Here you go." The detective filled her bowl with Kibble 'n Bits, although Maura had recommended that she fed her Iams food because it "Ensured a healthy growth for small dogs". After refilling Jo's water bowl and gave her a treat, Jane headed to the bathroom to take a well deserved shower. I don't think Maura would touch me if I smelled like a teenager's hockey bag.
After her shower Jane sat on the edge of her bed, dressed in her matching undergarments, facing her closet once again. Just as she thought her nightmare was over, she was thrown in the same predicament. What the fuck am I gonna wear? Stumped, Jane decided to consult with the fashionista, sending her a text. She lay down on her bed with a sigh, letting her cell phone rest on her stomach as she awaited the doctor's reply.
-I don't know what to wear
Jane took her phone as soon as she felt it vibrate, lifting it with both of her arms so she could text comfortably in her current position. If someone would walk in on me right now, I don't think I'd be able to explain.
-You forgot a period at the end of that sentence, but I'm going to reply to you anyways: do you still have those ripped black jeans?
-I'm rolling my eyes at you because you can't see me, and yeah I think so
-I'll just disregard any grammatical error from now on, but I see you're using spell check. How about, those jeans with the red Lacoste, long sleeve, v-neck pullover I got you that Christmas? Which you, by the way, never wore.
-I did! Right after our xmas break and YOU Dr. Isles, called in sick
-I had entirely too much to drink at that Christmas gathering and now that I think about it, it was your fault.
-Ok, how was it MY fault?
-You kept refilling my drinks.
-You didn't say no
-You're right, so it was half your fault and half mine.
-Sure doc. Anyways, I went for a run so I'll nap for a bit
-Rest well and don't be late. I'll see you at 5 o'clock, Jane.
Jane smiled to herself as she gathered the clothes Maura requested and set them on the opposite corner of her bed. Truth be told she hadn't wore the shirt because the day she had, all of Boston PD was teasing her about looking like a lesbian. Not to mention the dozen of women that hit on her every time she stepped a foot outside. If only these woman had all been Maura, her goal of wearing it would have been fulfilled. The detective settled in her usual spot on the left side of the bed and easily drifted off to a peaceful slumber.
Jane woke up to the insistent and annoying sound of her phone ringing. She slowly lifted her head up with one eye open and looked around the room with a slight frown before picking up her phone. 15 missed calls, all from the same number. What the hell, how long did I sleep for? What year is this? She noted the time indicated on her phone: 5:03. "SHIT!" Jane cursed out loud, springing out of bed and putting on her clothes faster than a startled cat. She dialed Maura's number, holding the phone between her shoulder and ear as she slipped on the pair of dark colored jeans. "Maura? I'm-I know, on my way now."
She quickly closed her phone, stuffed it into her jeans pocket and practically dashed into the living room. Jo Firday was sitting down, waggling her tail and looking up at her master with a quizzical look. "Sorry girl, I gotta head out, I don't feel like sleeping on a couch tonight." Grabbing the wine bottle she had left on the counter, the tall brunette left her apartment, locking the door behind her. She was so rapid in turning around that she hadn't noticed someone was standing behind her, who she promptly crashed into. "Marissa, crap, I'm sorry."
"Running late Jane?" The student asked with a teasing grin.
"Yeah, kinda." Just as she was searching for her car keys, Jane remembered she had left the Ford at Maura's place. "Dammit!" She exclaimed.
"Need a ride?" Marissa asked with a raised eyebrow, amused at the brunette's panicked expression.
"You would save my life." Jane replied, relief strewn across her face.
"Alright, let's go." Marissa said, leading both of the women towards her vehicle.
Jane was surprised that the student drove a Jeep Cherokee sport. The ride was filled with casual chatter about Marissa's school and Jane's work. The future lawyer did convince the detective to get herself a Jeep, but only after her retirement, as a Jeep with police lights wouldn't look too professional. Though, it would probably be more efficient in high speed chases.
When they arrived to Maura's home, Jane had offered the young woman to join them, but she politely declined the offer. After thanking her, Jane closed the passenger side door and hurriedly crossed the courtyard. Taking a deep breath, preparing herself for the death glare she was about to receive from her girlfriend, Jane gathered her courage and opened the door. Please God, I don't want to go home in an ambulance tonight.
"Hey, there she is! About time, sis." Frankie exclaimed.
"So sorry I'm late, but, I come bearing gifts." She said, holding up the wine bottle with an innocent smile. Even though she apologized to everyone, she meant it for Maura, whom had been shooting her pointed looks since Jane had set foot in the house. The doctor despised when people came late to an event knowing the time it was held at beforehand. I'll probably get a speech about punctuality instead of getting some. Mentally kicking herself for not putting an alarm on her phone, Jane had realized that all the guests were huddled in the living room, some sitting down on the couch, the others standing around. She walked towards the group, setting the wine bottle on the dinner table before going to hug Frost and Korsak, thanking them for coming tonight.
"Wouldn't miss the chance to have a homemade Rizzoli meal." Vince replied with a genuine smile.
Tommy sat up and wrapped his sister in a hug "So, who's the lucky guy who you've been going on a 'secret' date on?" He asked excitedly, though he was reluctant to meet the guy. He was sure to give him a hard time just for dating his sister. She's my sis, sure she protects Boston, but someone's gotta protect her, right?
Jane smiled at Tommy briefly before pulling back from the hug and turning towards Frankie. Her smile instantly faded into a glare, with her jaw clenched tightly and her arms crossed against her chest.
Frankie immediately put his arms up in the air. "I didn't say anything. Well, just that I saw you go on a date with someone...I-I'll stop talking now." The police officer gulped and decided it was best if he didn't repeat everything he said to the guests about Jane's 'secret date', if he wanted to keep his head on his shoulders that is.
Jane glanced into the kitchen, catching Maura's eyes. Dammit, she's still mad. She gave Maura her best apologetic smile, but the doctor continued to shoot her daggers, figuratively speaking. If looks could kill. Jane turned towards the group and excused herself. "I'll be right back, guys." Hopefully I didn't just lie to them. Hopefully the next time they see me won't be in a body bag. The detective grabbed her courage by the balls, also figuratively speaking, and approached Maura and her mother.
"Nice of you to join us." Although it sounded casual, Maura intentionally stared into Jane's eyes to make sure the brunette understood it was directed at her lateness. "Would you help your mother and I set the table?" She asked innocently, smiling at the detective.
The doctor's scare tactics were effective; Jane thought she had two gaping holes where he eyes were. I don't like this; I don't like this one bit. But, she did as exactly as she was told and walk around the island to where Maura was. She stood closer to her than it was necessary as she helped the smaller woman gather the plates from the cupboard. "I'll make it up to you." Jane whispered in Maura's ear as she stretched her arm out to get another plate, placing her other hand on the counter, next to the doctor, effectively trapping Maura between her body and the counter.
"You better." Maura breathed out, her eyes threatening to close shut from the sparks travelling through her body as she felt Jane's front press against her back. "And you look incredibly delicious in this outfit." She added with a glint in her eye that showed the taller woman she wasn't angry with her anymore. Maybe I should show her I can be dominant in the bedroom. I'm definitely the kind that would like her to use the handcuffs, but it would be hard to show her my dominance if I would the one bound to the bed.
Smirking to herself, Jane watched Maura's backside as she brought wine glasses to the dinner table, setting them upside-down. The doctor was wearing a simple strapless, dark blue dress. The shape accentuated her toned legs and slim figure just like every dress she wore. Jane felt an elbow dig into her side, snapping out of her trance she looked to see who the sharp elbow belonged to. "Ouch, Ma, what was that for?" Jane asked with a frown, rubbing the sore spot.
"You were staring at Maura like she was a fresh cut piece of premium meat! Be more respectful!" Angela scolded harshly, pointing her finger at the blushing brunette.
"Sorry, I-" Truthfully, the detective didn't know what to say, but before she could find the right words, Angela interrupted her, her demeanour completely changing in less than a second.
"That shirt looks good on you." Angela commented with a cheerful smile before she started bringing the food on the table.
Are they both set on making me go crazy tonight? Jane asked herself with a head shake. She looked down at herself for the first time, wondering why she got all those compliments tonight. Three, to be precise: Maura, her mother and Marissa in the car. And the three were women...I guess the guys at work were right. The v-neck dipped down just enough to show off her collar bone, as it was a Men's model. The shirt stopped and sat just above a black leather belt. The black washed jeans had a few small rips on the left upper thigh, making it look casual without it seeming too trashy. She rolled her sleeves halfway up her forearm, revealing her usual silver wrist watch and took the set of seven plates to the table.
Everyone poured from the living room into the kitchen as soon as they smelled the delicious food. They sat down at the table, filled each other's wine glasses and opened beers, eager to start devouring the homemade meal. Jane made sure to take the seat next to Maura. She grabbed the honey-blond's wine glass and filled it with the Collioure Blanc she had at her place, though she'd never tell Maura it cost fewer than twenty dollars. Tastes good, she never complained. The brunette thought as she poured herself a glass also and offered it to everyone else. After a round around the table, the bottle was running on empty.
The dinner table was mostly silent, except for the sounds of forks and knives hitting plates. Nobody dared talk with their mouth full with Maura around, but the food was entirely too delicious to even think about speaking.
"So how did you get here, sweetie? Your car was parked out front." Angela was the first to break the silence, feeling a bit awkward that no one was talking, though she knew it was a sign that the meal was great.
"Marissa gave me a lift. I went for a run and stopped by my place to feed Jo and get a change of clothes." Jane answered in between bites.
"And nap." Maura teased, grinning at Jane as she took a slow sip of her wine after a mouthful of lasagna. She then looked at Angela with a serious face. "Marissa is very fond of your daughter." Maura pointed out.
"Maura, that's ridiculous. Have you smoked medicinal weed?" Jane responded quickly, wondering why the petite woman would even bring up this issue now. Probably to make things more awkward before I announce that I'm gay and that we're dating, yay.
The doctor chose to ignore Jane at this point. "Sometimes she would come over and ask Jane for some sugar, even if she had some. I know this because, that morning I met Jane at her apartment for our routinely morning jogs she offered us coffee as we crossed paths in the lobby." Maura said, chuckling as if it was the funniest joke on this planet.
Jane frowned at Maura's explanation. "How in the hell would that tell you she had sugar?"
"Who would offer coffee to their guest without having the proper condiments for it?" Maura retorted like it was as obvious as the answer to who had the most expressive face between Jane and a rock.
"Homeless people." Jane laughed at her own joke, but received a glare from her girlfriend who apparently found the joke inappropriate. "Sorry." The brunette mumbled.
"Don't you only go for runs when you're stressed out for something, Jane?" Frankie asked with a devious smile, which was soon erased as pain shot in his left shin. He glared at her sister, whom returned it with a 'shut your mouth or bad things will happen' look.
"Or to stay fit." Jane replied confidently, albeit she wasn't too sure herself, because her brother was right.
"That's right; didn't you have something to tell us, Jane?" Angela glanced at Frankie, then at her daughter with a forced smile.
Really, Ma? Really? The detective sighed and put her fork down. She chewed the rest of her food that was in her mouth as she wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, suddenly having a great interest in the content of her plate. Now that news of her 'big announcement' was thrown out there, she couldn't back out now. Come on Rizzoli, it's not like they'll run after you with torches and pitch forks. "I-erm, well, it's-" Jane stuttered, at lost for words.
Maura tilted her slightly, her expression softening considerably at the sight of her nervous girlfriend. She placed a comforting hand over Jane's larger hand, squeezing it affectionately.
The brunette stared back into hazel eyes, holding Maura's gaze with a similar soft expression. The way Maura was staring at her alone gave Jane enough courage to speak, preferably without stuttering this time. She turned to look at her family and friends, who were all staring at her. Her mother and Frankie shared the same knowing smile, but the two detectives and Tommy had no idea what was going on. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she knew it was now or never. "Me and Maura..." She paused, glancing at Maura and chose to correct herself before she did. "Maura and I are dating." Jane held her breath as soon as the words left her mouth, waiting to see how everyone was going to react. Am I dead, is this death?
"I knew it!" Detective Frost exclaimed, beaming at the two women. "How long have you two been playing hooky behind our backs? A few months?"
"We've only officially been in a relationship for two days, Barry." Maura informed, intertwining her fingers with the hand it was resting on.
Jane knitted her brows together. "Why do you assume we've been together longer?" Was it that really obvious to everyone else BUT us? She wondered.
"Well, you two always look so..." Frost paused, carefully searching for the right word to describe the way these two women acted around one another.
"Domesticated, with each other." Vince finished for him.
"That's right, domesticated." The young detective confirmed with a nod.
"Thanks, I guess." Jane raised an eyebrow, wondering if she should take it as a compliment or not.
"I thought you two were staging these 'dates' with random guys to keep us from thinking you were actually together." Frankie added with a chuckle.
"Were we really that gay with each other?" The detective asked, astonished that she had never noticed they were acting like two teenagers in love.
"The looks." Angela said.
"The touchy feely attitude." Frost added.
"The way you're protective of Maura." Korsak commented.
"How they're practically attached to the hip wherever they go." Frankie continued.
Jane put both of her arms in the air, just like a referee would be if he initiated a time out. "Alright, alright we get it. We were...slightly oblivious." She finished, taking another massive piece of the lasagna and stuffing in her mouth.
"Oblivious? I call that blind." Frost corrected.
"Thaf's great, fhanks." The words came out muffed as Jane spoke around the food occupying the vicinity of her mouth.
"Jane, you're not an animal. Eat like a civilized human being." The doctor scolded.
"I'm hungry." Jane pointed out, in her defence.
"We have guests." Maura was quick to shut down Jane's defensive maneuver as she grabbed a napkin and whipped the sauce that was dripping down the brunette's chin.
"Thank you, dear." Jane replied sarcastically as she took a sip of her wine. She felt Maura give her right cheek a quick peck, making her chuckle into her glass at the unexpected kiss. She turned her head to smile at the woman in question, resting her arm against the back of Maura's chair. "More wine?" Jane asked.
Maura smile warmly at the brunette's soft but territorial gesture. "Sure, I'll try the white wine Vince brought." She replied, watching Jane grab the half empty bottle and pouring it into a new glass as to not mix the two flavors. "Thank you, honey." Maura was surprised that Jane would be this affectionate in public. She thought the brunette would have been awkward since this was new for the both of them and all of the guests in the room. The doctor scooted closer to her girlfriend, causing their thighs to sit comfortably one against the other. Maura took a sip of the wine to distract herself from the tingling sensation jolting down south.
Frankie fake gagged as he looked at the two women interact with each other.
"Oh, shut up." Jane said harshly to which Frankie replied by sticking his tongue out at his sister. Jane mimicked his actions and crossed her eyes as she did so.
Angela, who was staring at both women like they were Adam and Eve, or something equally divine, was broken out of her thoughts by her children's banter. "Kids, behave." She scolded.
"We're adults, Ma." The both replied simultaneously.
"Well, act like it." The Rizzoli mother quipped.
"This wine is exquisite Vince. Did you know that white wines are made differently from red wines?" The doctor asked no one in particular, addressing the whole room.
"No, you mean white wine is really made from white grapes? Who knew?" The brunette retorted sarcastically.
Maura narrowed her eyes at Jane briefly, before continuing her explanation. "I meant that, unlike red wines, the skin and seeds aren't used. It's essentially fermented grape juice."
"To juice, that gets your drunk." Frankie said as he proposed a toast. Everyone laughed as they joined in and clinked their glasses together. Even Maura, who was afraid the glasses would break and even if the term the police officer used was incorrect.
Maura had noticed that Tommy wasn't actively participating in their social event, he barely cracked a smile. The doctor was intrigued, but she felt it wasn't her place to ask.
"How did...this come about?" Frost asked, gesturing his hand between Jane and Maura. "How did you tell each other?" He questioned further, genuinely curious about the matter.
"Knowing Maura it must have been so romantic. Tell us, Jane." Angela demanded, clapping her hands together in excitement.
"I think that's a story for another night, Ma." Jane said, glancing at her girlfriend with a grin. They both laughed, but kept quiet about that specific evening.
"You've been awfully quiet Tommy, is something wrong?" Angela asked in a concerned tone.
"Nah, just got a lot of...stuff on my mind with my new place and finding a job." The younger brother reassured.
"Oh sweetheart, don't overstress yourself, it's not good for your health." Angela pressed.
"Jane and I are here for you, if you need help with anything." Maura offered.
"Yeah, anything you need you can ask 'lil brother." Jane confirmed with a nod.
"I can handle it on my own, thanks." Tommy said a little harshly, barely able to make eye contact with Jane, nor Maura. He excused himself from the table and abruptly left through the front door.
"What was that about?" Frankie asked, stunned about this outburst.
"I'll go see what his problem is." Jane said as she got up from her seat as quickly as her younger brother did, and ran out the door. "Tommy, tommy!" She called out to him, spotting the man in question halfway through the court yard.
"Leave me alone, Jane." The ex-con said as he continued walking.
"What's your damage?" Jane asked angrily as she stepped forward and gripped his bicep, stopping him in his tracks.
"I thought you were a detective." Tommy retorted harshly, only slightly turning his head around.
"C'mon, that's not fair. Talk to me." Jane replied in a softer tone, hoping something bad hadn't happened to him. She would feel guilty, she already feels guilty for not seeing it sooner. With her job she hardly had any time to see her younger brother, but she knew she shouldn't use it as an excuse.
Tommy turned around as he felt the grip on his arm loosen and stared at his sister intensely. "I embarrassed myself trying to kiss Maura, I liked her, I really did. And now my own sister is dating her! How do you think I feel?" At first Tommy seemed to have relaxed, but the tension came right back as he raised his voice after every word spoken.
"Tommy, no, that's not how it is." The brunette said quickly. "You've got the wrong idea." She pressed, kicking herself mentally for not realizing how bad this looked.
"Oh really? Cause it feels like you just stabbed me in the back with a knife. Is that wrong, or should I feel happy my sister is a complete ASSHOLE?" The younger brother yelled, standing inches away from Jane's face, his temper slowly on the verge of blowing up.
"Hey, hey hey! Calm down. If you just let me explain-" Jane started, lifting both of her arms up, palms facing her brother as she tried to get him to settle down. However, Tommy didn't let her finish his sentence.
"NO! I'm tired of always being the one manipulated and deceived." His anger and the alcohol running in his system were clouding his judgment. At that moment all he saw was red. He shoved his sister back by roughly pushing her shoulders with both of his hands.
With her own anger, and wine, boiling up, the brunette walked right back into his personal space, pointing a finger right in his face. "You really wanna do this Tommy? Think about it." Jane said as a last resort before having to punch some sense into his thick skull.
"You're in the men's league now, sis. Are you gonna fight for her, or hide behind her?" They both stared into each other's eyes, adding fuel to the fire that was already sparked.
Jane exploded before him, grabbing the back of his head and bringing it down as she wrapped her other arm around his neck, increasingly tightening her hold around him as he tried to escape the firm grip. He placed both of his hands on her waist, pushing both of them forward until Jane's back crashed against the side Maura's house. She groaned in pain, the impact making her loosen her hold.
Quickly recovering, Jane charged at her brother, crouching down slightly to grab the back of his thighs, pulling up, making him fall on his back against the hard concrete. Tommy quickly rolled on top of her, trying to pin her arms on the ground. Using her hips, Jane rolled them around so she was the one on top. Jane stared down at him with her teeth clenched together tightly; she knew the words she wanted to speak but the adrenaline mixed the alcohol pumping into her veins rendered her unable to do so. She stood up, keeping a defensive fighting stance.
Tommy charged at the brunette the second he stood up, crashing into her stomach with his left shoulder, both of his arms around her back, his head craned in an uncomfortable position under her armpit. He intended on making her fall, but Jane was prepared for the impact, she put her left leg back and transferred the impact as she pushed forward with her whole body, trying to shove him off.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Maura yelled as she stepped outside to separate the fighting siblings. Frost, Korsak and Frankie ran outside to help the doctor, both of them holding Tommy back while Frankie was holding the brunette with Maura.
"Let me go!" Tommy yelled, trying to squirm free from the detective's grips.
"Calm down buddy." Frost said, gripping his shoulder as she held Tommy's left arm behind his back.
"Do you have any idea what you just did, son?" Korsak asked angrily, holding him the same way Frost was.
Tommy managed to break free, pushing both of them back violently. He stared at his sister with a fierce glare, his chest quickly rising and falling, before he turned around and walked away.
"Don't you dare walk away now, Tommy!" Jane yelled at him, trying to free her hands. However, she knew Maura was holding her and didn't want to hurt her, so she stopped struggling and stared at her younger brother's back.
"What are you gonna do, arrest me detective?" Tommy replied sarcastically as he continued making his way out of the yard.
"Jane, I can-" The sergeant started, but was rudely cut off by a brunette.
"No, let him walk away Korsak. It's fine." Jane said, short of breath, her hands on her knees as she leaned forward, trying to catch her breath.
Vince couldn't believe what Jane was saying. "It's not fine, Jane, he assaulted a police officer." Korsak pressed, gesturing his arm towards Tommy's disappearing form.
"I'll do it." Frankie said, intensity shinnying in his eyes. Although, he was stopped in his tracks as he felt a strong arm pressing across his chest. "Janie, you're my sister. He had no right to do that to ya." The police officer reasoned.
"I said, let it go. It was both our fault, are you gonna arrest me too?" Jane replied harshly, placing a hand on her back and limped towards the front door. She felt a soft hand grip her arm, making her stop in her tracks. Even though her body disagreed with her immensely, she understood where her brother was coming from. While not thinking what he did was right, we all lose control sometimes. She just hopes Tommy can listen to her side of the story.
Maura gently placed Jane's arm around her neck and the other around her waist as she helped her into the house, sitting her down on one of the empty stool next to the island. She examined the detective's face with concern, though they were no sign of any lacerations or bruises. From the way Jane limped showed the doctor her back was bruised.
Angela put a hand on her mouth, the other sitting on her hip as she watched Maura check the extent of her daughter's injuries. She let everything that just happened sink in and still couldn't believe being to comprehend. "Jesus, Marry, Joseph, I never raised you kids to be so violent, especially towards each other." She said incredulously.
"We play fought all the time, Ma." Jane brushed it off.
"That wasn't play fighting, Jane. What the hell happened out there?" The middle brother asked angrily. He knew Jane and Tommy's personalities clashed often, especially when they were kids, but they aren't 12 anymore, punches and kicks don't just hurt, they're meant to.
"He thinks I purposely stole Maura away from him just to throw it in his face. He didn't wanna listen to what I had to say so it...got physical. We're both to blame, I should have known he wouldn't take it well." The brunette explained, looking down at her hands.
"This isn't your fault Jane, it was simply a misunderstanding on his part." Maura said as she rubbed Jane's back, stopping when she saw the woman hiss in pain at the touch.
"Yeah, it kinda hurts." Jane replied sheepishly as she looked up at Maura.
Frowning, Maura instructed Jane to move forward a bit so she could lift her shirt. After the red pullover was lifted halfway up, the doctor noticed a big red area. She poked it and Jane jumped as a jolt of pain ran all through her back. She was certain the brunette glared at her, but in order to properly diagnose it, she had to touch it. "It's fairly red right now, a bruise will most likely form in the next few hours and hurt the most in the next 12 to 14 hours. I'll get ice, sweetie." Maura said with a smile as she headed over to the refrigerator.
"My mother calls me that, Maur." Jane made a face at her girlfriend's choice of words.
Maura chuckled to herself as she filled a zip lock bag with ice cubes then grabbed a small cloth from one of the drawers and wrapped it around the cold bag. I should really stock up on ice packs, the doctor pondered.
"I'm sorry this ended so badly. I hope this didn't permenantly scar you into never coming to another crazy family dinner." The woman apologized to her friends and fellow officers, who were all huddled around her.
"Hey as long as the food is good enough to give me diabetes from just looking at it, I'll keep coming." Korsak joked, feeling the tone of the room should be lightened up after tonight's events.
"I'm glad you like my cooking this much." Angela said, flattered.
"There's no doubt you're a wonderful cook." Maura commented as she walked to Jane's side and gently held the bag against the slowly forming bruise.
"And you my dear, were an amazing sous-chef." Angela complimented the woman taking care of her daughter. She always liked the doctor and now that she was dating her daughter, she couldn't think of anyone else who would take better care of Jane. She felt confident her daughter was in good hands.
"I'm honored to have acquired that title, Ms. Rizzoli." Maura said with a smile, taking a small bow all while keeping the ice pressed against Jane's back.
"This hurts." The pouting brunette whined, staring at her girlfriend with puppy dog eyes.
"I think it would be more comfortable for you if you would go lay down." Maura advised with a small smile, pushing a few strands away from Jane's face.
"Sounds like a plan. Well guys, ow," A sudden unexpected pain shot in her back as she stood up, momentarily interrupting her. "I'm calling it a night." Jane finished.
"Good night ladies." Korsak said as he opened the front door.
"Rest well partner and thanks for everything." The young detective said goodbyes, still slightly shocked about what happened tonight. He wasn't happy with the decision Jane took, but he knew he couldn't change her mind.
Frankie gave the three women a hug, keeping his sister in his arms longer as he whispered something in her ear: If you ever need me too kick his ass, let me know sis. This earned him a chuckle from the brunette, who gently pushed on his shoulder. The police officer said his final goodbyes as he followed the two detectives out, closing the door behind him.
"G'night." Jane replied, lazily waving at them as she turned around and walked to Maura's bedroom.
"Ohh, so there's going to be a second sleep over in a row? When are you going to move in Jane?" Angela said in a suggestive tone, following the injured brunette.
"Are you trying to scare her away? It's only been two days!" Jane said incredulously, her eyes wide open like saucers.
"I don't think there are many things that would make me run away, so to speak." Maura commented as she followed the two women and sat on the edge of the bed next to Jane, who was trying to find a comfortable position.
"So what are the things that would make you run away?" The brunette questioned, turning on her stomach, both of her arms lay along her body. She turned her head sideways, right cheek pressed into the pillow so she could see both of the occupants in the room. A strand of hair fell in her face making Jane groan and cross her eyes to glare at the obstructing hair. She blew air up on it, in a lethargic attempt of removing it from her face.
"Acute Mania, chromo bacterium violaceum-" The doctor started enumerating the various diseases as she properly nestled the makeshift ice pack against Jane's muscular back. I've always been fascinated by Jane's back, actually, by every muscle in her body. They way they move, the way they feel against me...Maura trailed off, feeling slightly embarrassed by her thoughts as she realized Angela was still with them in the room.
"On second thought, don't tell me." Jane cut Maura's ramble, mustering up enough energy to lift up her hand, palm facing the petite woman's face. She could have sworn she recognized the second term, though she sure as hell didn't want to remember what it meant.
"Did...I say something wrong?" Maura asked, creasing her forehead, looking between Angela and Jane with a slightly puzzled expression that the brunette found incredibly adorable.
"You're cute." Jane blurted out, smiling up at her girlfriend, suddenly forgetting they weren't alone.
"Thank you detective." Maura retorted in a sultrier tone than she meant, as she leaned down to kiss the side of Jane's mouth.
The detective turned her head, giving Maura full access to her mouth. After a few seconds of soundless kisses, Jane had an odd feeling she was forgetting something. She opened one eye to see her mother staring at the two with a dreamy smile on her face. "Ma! What are you doin'? Don't you have your own guest house?" She asked frantically.
"I guess I should-I'll leave you girls to it." Angela stammered,
"Good night Ma." "Good night Angela." Both of them said at the same time.
"Good night you two." Ms. Rizzoli said before retreating to the guest house.
"Annoying." Jane groaned into the pillow.
"Involved." Maura countered with a small smile as she started to undress and get ready for bed.
"Invader of privacy." The brunette retorted which earned her an eye roll from the doctor. A few moments later she felt the bed shift as Maura settled down beside her. The woman cuddled her side and wrapped an arm around her waist, laying her head on Jane's shoulder, careful not to hurt the brunette's back. Jane didn't have time to say good night before she fell in a deep comfortable sleep.
The honey-blond was too tired, and tipsy, to start arguing with Jane about sleeping with her clothes on. She was too exhausted to even slip under the covers. If she ever got chilly during the night, she had a perfectly warm body to cuddle further into. She sighed happily, her own sleep taking over as she listened to Jane's soft snoring.
As the morning rolled by, Jane was sitting at the far left corner of the dinner table, case file open and all sorts of papers littered most of the table's surface. An opened beer was sitting close to the brunette's reach. The detective was making sure everything was in order before court Tuesday. Maura would have helped her, but she had to get some groceries before the week starts. Not that this was a hard case to nail, there were no witnesses, but they got the bastard and they had enough evidence to make the defendant attorney wish he had stayed home. Angela was kind enough to go to Jane's apartment and take care of Jo, talking her out for a walk and feeding her. Poor Jo, must be feeling so lonely. Maybe I should bring her here. At least Maura's creepy ninja turtle would have a friend.
Her thoughts, however, were interrupted as she heard a knock at the door. Probably Maura with her hands full, thought Jane as she got up from her seat, stretching her arms above her head and cracking her neck. Her back was still store, but it only hurt when she leaned back on anything, which made sitting down a very annoying task. Damn, how long have I been sitting there? "You need any help-Oh, Tommy." She said opening the door quickly, chocking back her words as she looked at her younger brother with a dumbfounded expression. He was standing there with the famous Rizzoli puppy dog eyes. "Come in." Jane invited him in and sat down in her previous spot, wincing in pain and readjusting herself so the bruised part of her back wouldn't come in contact with the chair.
"Look Jane I-I..." The stammering ex-con looked more relaxed than the last time Jane had seen him, even though he clearly just stuttered. Seeing his sister in pain, because of his own stupid violent outburst made him want to punch himself in the face. "I'm sorry Janie, I didn't-I wasn't thinking clearly." He finally breathed out, sitting on the empty seat next to his sister. Only, he realized it wasn't empty as a few discarded papers covered the chair. He chuckled to himself and threw the papers on the table before taking a seat.
"No, Tommy, I understand. If I would have been in your shoes, I would have flipped shit too." Jane placed her hand on top of her brother's, titling her head as she stared at him with her own apologetic expression. "I hate that it seemed that way to you, but I'd never do anything like that to my brother. My intentions were far from trying to throw Maura in your face after what happened, or didn't, between you two." Jane shifted in her seat, resting her elbow on the back of the chair. "Me and Maura," She started, not bothering correcting her grammar as Maura wasn't here."We've always liked each other, in a way that platonic friends don't. We were just too scared to admit it to each other. Even more scared to admit it to ourselves. People are more open today, sure, but not everyone will throw confetties and streamers at us, y'know? There are social repercussions for being gay, even today, and I'm not sure we were ready for that then. But, we are now." Jane explained, a soft smile appearing on her lips.
Tommy returned the smile, taking his sister's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze as he began speaking. "I get it, Jane, coming out...takes balls. You're courageous, sis, really. I'm proud of you and I'm sorry if my behaviour last night didn't show my support. I should have listened to you, but I was too busy being a jerk and for that I'm truly sorry." Tommy apologized sincerely.
"I was being a jerk too." Jane simply stated, running a hand through her messy dark curls.
"You laid a smack down on me. I understand now why the guys are the stations are scared of ya." Tommy said, making them both laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'll take that as a compliment. Come here." Jane said, leaning forward and wrapping both of her arms around her brother. "I love you, Tommy."
"I love you too, Janie." The ex-con replied, wrapping his arms protectively around his sister as he squeezed her tighter. Although it looked like a simple hug, to the two siblings it was a promise. A promise that they had each other's backs, that Tommy was going to protect his sister the best he could and that Jane would do everything in her power to keep her youngest brother on the right path. The front door opened, breaking their moment, yet Jane wasn't going to hold a grudge on that person.
A very breathless looking Maura was quickly clacking her way towards the island, with her red Jimmy Choo heels, to place down the dozen grocery bags she had on her arms. Maura let out a heavy sigh as she turned around, surprised to see two sets of eyes staring at her. "Hello Tommy." She greeted with a smile, patting down her dress as she made her way towards the siblings, standing beside Jane. The younger Rizzoli simply lifted a hand, a small guilty smile appearing on his face once again. She noticed, by the lack of hostility, that the two must have made up. Maura wrapped her arm around Jane's shoulders, making the brunette look up at her.
"I would have helped you with the groceries." Jane said, feeling sorry for the doctor who had to carry all those in, in heels no less. She wrapped her arm around Maura's waist, pulling her closer.
"Thank you for your concern, kind knight, but contrary to popular belief, I'm not a damsel in distress." The doctor joked, squeezing Jane's shoulder gently.
"Well, any woman who can balance twelve grocery bags with heels should be called Super Woman. I will...refrain from," Jane paused, making a face as she thought over what to say. "Dishonoring your brave courage, m'lady." She finished in her best old English accent, earning a hearty laugh from Tommy.
As his laughter died down, the youngest Rizzoli turned his attention to Maura. "I wanted to apologize for what I did yesterday and for ruining your dinner."
"You hardly ruined it Tommy, but you're right, your behaviour, both of your behaviours, were especially tasteless for a family gathering. Nonetheless, I accept your apology." Maura said, smiling warmly at the siblings. If Jane had found a common ground with her brother, the honey-blond had no choice to do the same.
"Thank you, it won't ever happen again." Tommy promised.
"Oh, honey, I bought you something." Maura remembered as she walked to the numerous bags on the island, looking through them until she found a white, square box.
"Really, what is it?" Jane asked, as she turned around to look at the doctor pulling out said present.
"Cannolis." Maura answered, as she made her way back to Jane and opened the box, a grin plastered on her face.
"Maur, you went all the way to North End to get me those?" Jane asked clearly astonished, staring at her like a love sick puppy.
"They're your favorite." The honey-blond replied simply with a shrug as she offered one to Tommy, who gladly grabbed one.
"You're the best." The brunette gushed as she quickly grabbed a tube of creamy goodness. Just as she was about to attempt stuffing it all in her mouth, she was stopped by a frantic looking Maura.
"Jane! I don't think you should eat all of that. I worry about your sugar levels." The doctor explained as she yanked the desert from Jane's hand.
The detective groaned and crossed her eyes briefly as the delicious cannoli was ripped from her hand. "Of course you do." Jane said in an emotionless tone.
Maura walked back to kitchen, placing the cannoli in a plate and cutting it in half, making sure the two sides were exactly symmetrical.
Tommy chuckled as he stuffed half of the pastry down his throat.
"Hey! Why does he get to eat a full one?" The brunette whined, pointing an accusing finger at her brother.
"Mmm, this is really good, sis." Tommy teased, over exaggerating.
"Because, he has to walk back to his apartment which will burn most of the glucose he ingested." Maura explained, giving Jane the plate with a half cannoli on it. "And you will sit most of the day and drink beer, which also has high levels of saccharine." The doctor deepened, briefly rubbing the brunette's neck and leaning down to kiss her cheek. "You'll thank me when you'll be diabetes free during your golden age."
"I'm sure, yes. How could I have ever survived without you?" Jane dramatized as she stuffed all of the cannoli in her mouth, in a very un lady-like manner.
"Or maybe I'll purposely add twice the recommended dose of sugar in every meal, slowly making you vulnerable to the disease." Maura said, narrowing her eyes at her girlfriend.
"That's pretty dark, dear, have you considered playing in the Saw movies?" Jane quipped sarcastically around a mouthful of cannoli.
"Well that's my cue; I have a job interview soon, so." Tommy said, chuckling at the women's interaction. They sure were a sight to see. I guess opposites do attract.
"Good luck 'lil bro." Jane said as she licked the cream off of her fingers.
"That's wonderful Tommy. Be sure to give us the '411' when it's over." Maura said, using air quotes around the numbers, laughing slightly.
Jane made a face that represented terror and disgust in a very expressional package.
"Isn't that what teenagers use these days to replace the formality of words like summary, synopsis or even recap?" The doctor questioned confused by Jane's reaction.
"Oh yeah, you so fly, Dr. D." The brunette said enthusiastically as she stepped closer to Maura, making gestures with her hands as if she was dusting off the doctor's shoulders.
"I'm 'fly'?" The petite woman looked puzzled.
"Never mind." Jane replied, shaking her head and chuckling.
"I'll see you two later." The ex-con said before turning and leaving, not wanting to get implied in this.
"Good luck Tommy." Maura replied, quickly walking into the living room as soon as the door closed, wincing with every step she took. "As much as these shoes are elegant and beautiful, they hurt." She sat down on the couch and carefully removed the Jimmy Choos.
"Well maybe if you wouldn't wear something that resembles a foot corset and a needle for a heel, they wouldn't." Jane joked as she followed her girlfriend in the living room, taking a sip of her beer, grinning.
"Very funny, detective." The doctor replied, wincing again as she tried to rub the soreness from her foot.
"I try." Jane retorted, taking a seat at the other end of the couch and putting her feet up on the table. As she took another swig of her beer, she felt a pair of legs settle across her lap. Tentatively, she turned her head to see Maura smiling at her a little too expectantly. I know where this is going, Jane thought.
"Massage me." Maura asked sweetly, wiggling her toes on the brunette's lap.
"Fine." Jane caved, leaning forward to set her beer down on the coffee table before she started to rub the soreness from the doctor's feet. How could she say no to the most beautiful smile she has ever seen?
"Mm, that feels good. Don't stop, Jane." Maura moaned, feeling the stress in her feet slowly melting away. She could really get used to this, being pampered by Jane and vice versa. Whenever she's with the brunette, she felt at home. Which, in turn, brought her the topic Angela had tactlessly brought up last night. "I think it would be an advantage to start thinking about you moving in with me, permanently."
Jane wasn't sure if her girlfriend's moans made her hear distorted things, or if she was really hearing this. "Don't get me wrong, I love you, but isn't it a bit too soon to?"
"Oh, it is. I was just speaking of something that could possibly be an option in a few months from now. Ouch, Jane not so hard." Maura jerked her foot away as pain shot through it. Jane immediately apologized and continued to massage the doctor's feet in a gentler manner. "What do you think?" She asked, feeling suddenly very nervous.
"I think that," Jane paused for a second, holding Maura's stare. "It's a very possible option. In the next few months." She added, smiling widely at her girlfriend.
Maura sat up and scooted herself closer to Jane, her legs now at a 90 degree angle over Jane's lap. She leaned forward and softly kissed the brunette, sucking on her bottom lip for a few seconds before pulling back. "Wonderful." She clapped her hands together excitedly with a broad smile. However, her smile faded as she felt Jane's hands move up on her legs. "I didn't say you could stop."
"God, woman." Jane groaned as she did as she was told and continued massaging Maura's sore feet. I'm whipped and we haven't even been together for a full week. That's gotta be a record.