AN: So we've all watched Maid in Manhattan right? Great! There's that awesome song they play at the dance thingy, Fall Again by Glen Lewis. Amazing song. Later on in the chapter just picture our very own Jane and Maura dancing to that. I did, and I don't believe imaginations get any better than that. Thanks again for the support guys.
The very loud clearing of someone's throat brought Jane and Maura crashing into the real world. It was a moment of pure bliss and unadulterated anger for the two women. What right did that man have in disturbing a passion that had just been discovered? Neither moved, but they both shot him a look that could kill, unashamed at all with the position they had been caught in.
''I just came to give you a menu so you could order your dinner'', the man said brightly. He either missed or was ignoring the pissed off looks from the women in front of him.
The first thing that came to Jane's mind was ''do we look like we fucking NEED food?''. The man was in luck; Maura knew Jane so well and was quick to answer before the poor man was a recipient of Jane's wrath.
''Thank you, do put them on the table for us'', she answered in an uncharacteristically annoyed tone. Maura was often one to show nothing but sheer politeness, this man had just caught her at the worst possible time, ever!
Finally sensing that he was very unwelcome, he left the menu's and dashed off as fast as he could. Jane rested her forehead against Maura's and let out a loud sigh. ''Are you hungry?'', she asked Maura.
''Not so much now'', the blonde responded seductively. ''you?''
Jane thought for a short moment, ''Come on'', she said as she moved herself from Maura's body. They had a few seconds ago been looking like one person. Jane wouldn't be able to live with herself if she ravished Maura in the way she was about to.
What had just transpired between the doctor and the detective was something Maura could not even explain in scientific talk. It had simply gone far beyond comprehension. Her brilliant mind and colourful IQ scores failed her dismally, and everything she thought she knew about kissing - or physical attraction for that matter, went flying out the window.
From the time she had begun to experience sexual urges, she had taken it upon herself to acquire as much knowledge as she could on the subject. The diligent doctor read books, and journals, and articles about sexual behaviours. She watched films and documentaries on the subject. On very rare occasions she had gone to seminars even, just to gather as much knowledge as she could. She had her own experiences, and second hand information from people she had spoken to about the before's, during's, and after's, of sexual relations.
It was no secret that Doctor Maura Isles did not guess, or assume, or 'anything' in the direction of not being one hundred per cent sure, based on whatever sort of evidence. So when she spoke, as she had done on many occasions, about the human body and its makeup, she knew what she was talking about. When she relayed accounts of sexual encounters and laws of attraction, she had evidence to back it up. When she told people about whatever chemicals and juices where excreted from a person before or during sexual activities, she could swear on a bible she had it all listed down.
What attracts certain people to particular people, or why people got into a relationship where all things Maura could recite. She could talk about the emerging of physical components of relationships dated back to 'whenever'. If asked, Maura could even tell you all the people she was ever attracted to and why, she could tell you about all the sex she'd had and the orgasms too. She could go as far as state how and why they happened. And if asked only an hour ago, Maura could tell you ALL the reactions she could ever have in a 'mating' environment.
But what happened a few minutes ago with Jane was from another world altogether. There was absolutely nothing about it she could explain. There was no scientific theory that could fit the description. The body she thought she knew- her body, surprised her in ways she never thought imaginable. Everything she had felt was foreign to her. Foreign in every sense of the word.
When she had had sex for the first time, it was foreign to her. When she kissed a boy for the first time it was new to her. Hell, when she had kissed a girl for the first time she had told herself that was as new as things came. Her first relationship was a foreign experience. The first, and only girl she dated, provided experiences she hadn't ever had. Her first orgasm came as a surprise, she had to read and read to make sure it was happening the correct way. All those things were foreign to Maura, and yet she still had an explanation for them, several even.
But when Jane had kissed her, it was like she was now in another life. Everything she thought she had experienced and learnt about romance seemed like a joke to her. She felt sorry for the people she had heard talk about what they knew about kissing and love. Because she knew she could never put to words what had happened within her when Jane Rizzoli had kissed her. The things that had sparked in her the moment Jane had touched her. The feelings that had attacked her when Jane spoke into her ear.
Jane was watching Maura sitted in front of her on their table. She knew the woman was 'trying' to process what had happened. So Jane sat quietly giving her some time. She occupied herself looking at the menu, though she wasn't seeing anything at all, merely looking.
''I'm just going to the ladies room. Can you give me a minute?'', Maura whispered after all those thoughts had gone through her head.
''Maur, are we ok?'', Jane asked reaching for Maura's hand. The last thing she wanted was for Maura to go running off because of what had happened.
''WE, are ok. But I will be fine after I just use the restroom'', Maura responded pulling out of Jane's grasp as she stood.
Jane, with a blank mind, just watched her walk away. When Maura was out of sight, she seemed to suddenly gain all thought processing. Oh my God, was the first thing she said to herself. She couldn't believe the kiss she just gave Maura. She had devoured the doctor. And Maura had let her. All the kissing she'd done before came to shame when she remembered the way she and Maura had just kissed. Oh my God, she said to herself again. Those three words seemed to be the only three she could say. She roughly rubbed her face with her palms. What had she almost done with Maura? She dreaded to think about it.
Her eyes went wide with each passing thought. She started thinking about what could have happened if that guy hadn't showed up. Where we seriously going to have sex in the middle of a bar? God she had to laugh at that thought. It seemed absurd, though plausible. They had certainly gone far beyond just kissing. Does that even fall in the boundaries of 'making out?', she thought again. And where the fuck did I get the nerve? She subconsciously looked at the hand that had been massaging Maura's breast. Her rational thought had failed her. She immediately felt a little dejected. She was supposed to treat Maura with respect and love. She was meant to take her time and let Maura dictate when the time was right to jump from one step to the other.
But no. She, with her Rizzoli blood, had just hopped over all the steps and landed an inch from the destination. Jane had gone on to kiss Maura. Then she had promptly asked her to be her girlfriend. As if that wasn't enough, she had gone on to kiss her the second time. Yes she asked for permission. But what could Maura say really? She was pushed against a pillar, with no personal space. In hindsight, Jane remembered Maura hadn't even spoken, she had just used her head. Oh God, the detective started to worry.
But Maura had kissed her with equal enthusiasm, even more maybe. And the blonde had indicated she wanted to feel more of Jane. I touched her breast, and God the sound she made, Jane knew that sound would haunt her forever (in a good way). She was already getting all worked up when the waiter appeared before her.
''Would you like to order some drinks ma'am?'', he asked formally, though unnecessary.
''Just bring a bottle of your best red wine'', she absentmindedly answered. There were more terribly pressing issues than what to drink. Besides, she knew Maura would approve of that order. With that, the waiter walked away.
As she was starting to sink in thoughts again, Maura approached, smile in place. That calmed her all the way down.
When Maura got to the bathroom she rushed for a stall and closed herself in frantically. She desperately needed to sit. All the strength in her was gone. It was like waking up after you faint. The thought was scary. Was she always going to feel like this after kissing Jane? That can't be healthy, she thought to herself.
The reason that had initially brought her to the toilet was that of her lower regions. Her underwear was soaked, it was so uncomfortable. She felt as if she had peed on herself. She wasn't sure if it would have been appropriate for her to just take the panty off and spend the rest of the evening without one. But quickly she had remembered the toilet had pads for the guests. So she took one and put it on. Feeling slightly better, she had wet her face a little and wiped it down with some tissue. After gathering her nerves she was now approaching Jane, smiling widely with the love, and possibly arousal, that filled her.
''You ok?'', Jane asked nervously.
''I'm fine Jane, thank you''. She was polite if not anything.
Before anything else was spoken (or not spoken), the drinks were delivered. The smiled that graced Maura's face when she saw the bottle of red wine engraved in Jane's mind ''I will always be sure to order whatever she likes''.
''Jaaaaaane'', she let out. ''Did you order this?''
''Yes. Don't look so surprised. I do know you like a good bottle of red wine you know''
''Of course you do'', they smiled lovingly at each other.
The menial distraction seemed to ease the tension a bit. There were so many places to go with the conversation from where they stood. Topics ranged from ''Our first date'', ''we're now dating'', ''the song was wonderful'', ''Our first kiss'', or several other less weighty ones.
Jane was the one who began the whole thing – she told Maura her feelings first. Then Maura had asked her on a date next. Those steps seemed to be normal in an unnormal kind of way. Then our bulldozer detective trampled over all 'normalcy' and initiated the first kiss then cemented it all by asking the doctor out. Jane believed in fairness. So now it was Maura's turn to make the next moved. At least that was her explanation of why she was quiet. Silly – yes. But her lips were sealed nonetheless.
''I wasn't aware you were that adept at kissing'', Maura commented conversationally.
Jane wanted to kick fairness in the balls. But fairness would have responded and said, ''that's what you get when you leave Doctor Isles to initiate a conversation''.
''I always meant to show you my medal you know.'', she dodged a little.
Maura wasn't having it. If she let Jane go that way now, they would go back and forth like school children forever.
''Jane'', she warned. She placed her wine glass back on the table and looked at the detective pointedly. That gay guy sure did know good timing – not! He was making his way to their table – again. ''are they THIS diligent in hospitality?'', Maura thought to herself. She could see the minor relief on Jane's face. She loved her, but she wasn't letting her go that easily this time around. It was for the benefit of both of them.
Before the man got a word out, Maura had started talking already. ''Ronald. Please can you give Jane and I a moment to ourselves - please? In fact, just go. When we are ready to order, I will come to you. Is that alright?''. Both Ronald and Jane were taken by surprise. Clearly they had never heard her use that tone before.
''Sure. Sorry''. The man hurried off once again. That message he got quite clearly, and he would be sure to pass it on to any waiter that dared gravitate towards the pair.
''We need to talk about this seriously Jane'', she gestured between the two of them. Jane nodded, picking up on the seriousness of the situation, and of course the logic behind Maura's statement. ''You asked me to be your girlfriend. Can we start there?''
''It wasn't a spur of the moment. And I'm sorry I did it in the worst possible way. But I meant it. I want to start a relationship with you Maura. A proper relationship''
''How do you define a proper relationship Jane'', Maura asked with a smile, definitely jokingly trying to get a rise out of Jane. But the tables had turned; Jane was now in serious mode. She'd be damned if Maura for one moment thought she was messing about and wasn't serious about her feelings for the doctor.
''I think a proper relationship would be us being the way we were before everything went downhill, except, it would include you know'', she waved her hand in the air a little. Jane was never immaculate in clarity of language. Maura urged her to go on with a raise eyebrow. ''The physical stuff, and living together…''. She abruptly stopped herself there. Did I just say living together? Dammit to hell, when did I become so forward?
Maura was equally shocked. And sensed Jane was about to backtrack in a hurry so she finished off for the embarrassed detective. ''Are you going to shout it from the top of Boston PD like you said you would in your letter''.
''New Zealand did you good if you ask me. When did you become so funny Maura''
''You just 'rub off' on me'', Maura said the phrase as if it were a foreign language.
''I guess I do. And yes, I will scream it to the whole world that I am in love with the most beautiful woman in the world and she's my girlfriend'', typically Maura would launch into a lecture about how she was hardly the most beautiful woman in the world, but for that night she allowed herself the pleasure of believing it.
''Since we now technically don't have places to stay in Boston, we could find a place of our own when we get back'', Maura suggested.
Jane's eyes grew wide, ''are you serious?'', she couldn't help herself. It was like de javu.
''We…I don't…it's just I…'', Maura mistook Jane's surprise for unwillingness. It was all a bit too fast when looked at realistically. But their situation was an exception. Their friendship had begun and progressed in a day. They had kissed/made out, and moved from friendship to relationship in a day. So the 'friends turned girlfriends', could really expect nothing less than planning to move in together in that same night. That's just how their relationship worked – period. And none of them was complaining anyway.
With food long forgotten, the new couple sat and talked about their plans when they got back to Boston. They agreed they'd stay with Angela on their return while house hunting. Then Maura would go back to work after all the house decorating was done. The going back to work was still a little 'up in the air' for Maura, but it wasn't an option ruled out completely. The two women were on cloud nine with all these arrangements they were making.
''That song was beautiful Maura. I would never in a million years thought you'd ever do that, for me.'' With all that ensued after the song was sang, they had neglected to speak of it. But Jane hadn't forgotten, she never would.
''We should clear that up now Jane. I would do anything for you ok'', the conviction in Maura's voice made Jane want to cry all over again. She stood of her seat and leaned towards Maura, giving her girlfriend – as she was now titled, a promising kiss full of love.
''While we're on the subject, I'd do anything for you too Maura'', she reassured.
Maura went on to tell her how she had heard about the karaoke bar and lounge, and how she'd subsequently booked to sing for Jane. She explained how she had left to go there early morning so she could practice, since she hadn't had anytime between work and showing Jane around.
''So you spent the day practising?'', Jane laughed.
''Don't laugh, it was hard'', Maura feigned hurt.
''I know honey'', Jane rubbed her hand gently. ''did you pick the song''
Maura was silent for a short span, ''yes'', she answered as she averted her gaze from Jane.
Jane hated it when Maura cried. It broke her heart each time. She wanted to hold Maura, and besides, all the space between them was getting uncomfortable for her. Like a boss, she stood and pulled Maura with her. They headed for a sofa similar to the one she had seen the two guys making out when she had just got in. Most people where playing pool, drinking by the bar, or on the dance floor getting groovy. Eating had wound down while the two were wrapped up in their long overdue conversation. There was no one else close by and Jane appreciated the privacy. She let Maura sit before following suit.
Jane shoved one leg under the other and turned to face Maura, nudging the doctor so she could copy the stance. Feeling satisfied Jane took Maura's hands in her own.
''I hate it when you cry. And I hate it even more when I don't know why, because then I don't know how to make you feel better''
Maura looked into Jane's eyes, and it was blatantly clear to her that they were no longer just friends. Despite herself, she made a quick mental note to research whether a kiss could cause such a significant transformation. Because she sure hadn't ever seen such an intensity in Jane's eyes before. ''Talk to me Maura'', Jane pressed on.
''After my attorney told me you were back, I didn't know what to do for a while. I thought of everything that had happened and I concluded that things would be better off without me in Boston.'', Jane was shaking her head but Maura went on. ''But I couldn't just sit here and not be sure you were ok Jane. Even if I wasn't welcome, I told myself that I would come to make sure you were ok at the very least. I had no knowledge of what could have happened to you all those months you were away, and it scared me Jane''. She took a deep breath to steady herself. Jane wanted to stop her from torturing herself with those kinds of memories, but if she didn't know all the things that hurt Maura, she wouldn't be able to help her heal.
''So I put aside my embarrassment and I came to Boston. When I saw you, and you looked ok the relief that washed over me can never be described. That's why I ran into your arms. I was so relieved. Then I found out about Casey'', Jane tensed a bit.
''The only thing that kept going through my head was, 'things were better here without me'.''
''No'', Jane wasn't going to let her go on believing that. But Maura just went on as if Jane hadn't said a thing.
''I could have stayed here and asked Mr Perkins to make sure you were alright, for me. When I found out about Casey I could have left. I still have the option of remaining here'', that felt like a slap in the face to Jane. Maura wasn't looking so she never noticed that though. ''but I can't''. She finally looked up to Jane after a brief pause. ''you asked me if I picked that song. I did. It said everything I that was happening to us, or me rather. There is no way on earth I could go on without you Jane, knowing you are there. It isn't possible.''
Jane had no idea how to follow up after that. So she pulled Maura into a hug. ''I love you, so much Maura. Always and forever''
''Always and forever'', the doctor repeated.
Jane's signature smile in place, she asked, ''May I have this dance with my girlfriend?''
Maura giggled at that. Jane had a penchant for lightening up the mood. It never ceased to amaze Maura how the detective managed that. Coincidentally a lovely song was just beginning, and their first dance as a couple couldn't have been more perfect. They fit so well together – Jane with her hands gripping Maura's waist, Maura with hers around Jane's neck.
''….There's something about you, I stare in your eyes. And everything I'm looking for I seem to find. All this time away is killing me inside, I need your love in my life…'' Jane pulled Maura right into her body. They swayed gracefully from side to side, looking into each other's eyes as the song went on.
''….we fought in a battle, nobody won. And now we face a mountain to be overcome. You can't turn away, the past is said and done, I need us to carry on..'' They're eyes never left each other. Maura was consumed by the song, she loved it. Yet another to add to her growing playlist. This was the best dance she had ever had – EVER. And she was breathing into Jane as they looked at each other, both evidently blown away by the perfection of the moment. It brought happy tears to both their eyes.
''…I wanna spend, time till it ends. I wanna fall in love with you. Like we did, when we first met. I wanna fall with you again…''
The song came to an end all too soon. Maura briefly considered requesting a replay so they could dance on more time, but they were both hungry. ''Thanks for the dance Jane'', Maura said sincerely as they made their way back to their table.
''You're welcome sweetheart. It was perfect''. Jane could now use all those terms of endearment, and she wasn't going to let any chance slide.
''I know'', Maura said, unable to find any other word that could fit. It was perfect anyway after all.
Jane took the opportunity to place a languid kiss on Maura's lips. The blonde opened up her mouth giving Jane full permission to slip her tongue in. Jane didn't fail. It was starting to get overboard again so they slowly withdrew from each other. Eventually they had a lovely dinner ( and a lot of wine). Before they knew it, they were on the dance floor doing some serious dancing. It didn't matter how terrible they both were at the dancing, they were too intoxicated to give a shit – so was everyone else. Exhaustion finally taking its toll, it was 3:30am and their driver was readily waiting to take them home.
AN: What's going to happen between a drunken Jane and Maura. (either too much, or nothing at all). Whatchu all think?