"Are Jane and Maura okay?"
"The girls are getting changed in the car. They didn't want to get caught dead in a paper jumpsuit."
Jane and Maura had done this before. They had a routine, and Jane had a parking spot she knew wasn't visible from the carpark cameras and was light on foot traffic. She tended to wear undershirts, so she was typically less exposed than Maura, who wore more extravagant outfits, but she was quicker and usually shielded Maura while she got dressed. Maura hated getting dressed in the car, but even she had to admit that sometimes it was necessary. Even with the seats fully pushed back, they still brushed up against each other a lot in the cramped space, bare skin rubbing against bare skin. They'd had to take decontamination showers together, and Maura had been the first responder to Jane's shooting. They'd seen all of each other, and while Jane complained about Maura invading her side of the car with her flailing limbs, there were always other options. Options that weren't getting dressed in a car together. Options that offered a lot more privacy. But by now they were so used to each other's states of undress that just last week Maura had come into the bathroom while Jane was showering, brushed her teeth during casual conversation. It was fine. They had all the same parts - something Maura was well aware of. And they were friends. Close friends. Friends who could get dressed in the confines of a small car together.
"My zipper is stuck," Maura said, once Jane had her jumpsuit pushed down to her hips. Jane rolled her eyes and leaned over easily, pushing Maura's hair out of the way and reaching for the zip.
"Breathe in," Jane complained, tugging at the zipper. She stuck one knee on the seat, between Maura's knees, and got a better grip of the zipper tab, stuck between Maura's breasts. "Seriously, breathe in."
"My breasts don't go away when I breathe, Jane," Maura huffed.
"Well, can ya hunch a little?" Jane huffed, flinging her own hair back, a slight sheen of sweat covering her bare abs as her jumpsuit slid further down, revealing the black cotton boyshorts she was wearing underneath. Maura's eyes dragged up to Jane's breasts, encased in a matching black cotton bra.
"I assure you, I am trying my best to reduce the tension of the fabric," Maura snapped, her hands reaching out to grab Jane as she lost her balance a little, grabbing at the fabric at Jane's hips, then letting her hands rest on the swell just above those hips, Jane's bare skin warm under her hands.
"Well, try harder," Jane retorted, yanking at the zip. "I think I'm gonna have to cut you out," Jane said, exasperated.
"Oh, no, please, just..." Jane pulled the zip all the way up and pressed down on Maura's chest, leveraging herself a little more to press firmly.
"Am I hurtin' ya?" Jane asked anxiously, looking down into Maura's face, aware that her hand was technically at second base, aware that this was an awkward position, aware that she was straddling one of Maura's knees, aware that Maura hadn't met her eyes, too transfixed by the tanned expanse of Jane's bare torso.
"Just uncomfortable," Maura said, still not looking away from Jane's bra-clad breasts so close to her face. "Please, I can't wear this into the precinct. You can see my underwear through them," she hissed, and Jane looked down. A splash of orange at the chest and crotch of the white jumpsuit; Maura was right.
"Last try, then I get the knife," Jane said seriously, and Maura's stomach clenched at the thought of Jane literally cutting her clothes off, tearing away the fabric to unwrap her like an extravagant gift. Impatient, passionate Jane rending through one of Maura's outfits like it was personally offending her by standing in the way between Jane and Maura's nudity. "Three, two, one..." Jane ripped at the zipper, pulling it down successfully, releasing Maura's torso from the jumpsuit, right hand still on one of Maura's breasts, her left hand...
"Mons pubis," Maura said absently, looking down at where Jane's hand was touching her. Her jumpsuit was open now, from chest to well past her waist, both of them in matching states of undress, both of them breathing heavily from the effort.
"Huh?" Jane asked, not moving either hand as she took in the sight of Maura, freed from the confines of the jumpsuit, the cleavage peaking out at Jane from the orange lace and satin bra Jane's hand was still touching. She sank back to sit on Maura's knee, and Maura could feel the warmth coming off of her.
"Your hand. It's on the fatty tissue covering my pubic bone."
"Huh."
"I'm not sure it's been there before, is why I mention it," Maura said timidly, watching as Jane's eyes finally drifted down to her left hand, palm down on Maura's...
"Mons pubis," Jane breathed. Her hand twitched involuntarily, and Maura's hips twitched too. "Your nose is bleeding again," Jane said suddenly, concerned. "I knew I shoulda made you go to the hospital."
"Huh? Oh, it's fine," Maura said. "But I should go do the autopsy, just to be sure that it wasn't transmissible." Jane finally moved her hands, feeling Maura's forehead anxiously and holding a tissue to Maura's nose, pulling the jumpsuit away from Maura's arms and pulling the dress over her head instead.
"You feel sick, you just let me know, huh?" Jane asked, pulling the dress down to cover Maura's hips. "I don't mind speeding if it gets you to hospital faster."
"You still need to get dressed," Maura said, and Jane pulled her undershirt on, rising her hips off of Maura to shove down the jumpsuit, Maura unable to look away from Jane's bare hipbones peeking above the boyshorts. Jane rolled her eyes and took Maura's hand, pressing it against the front of her underwear.
"Mons pubis, now we're even, get dressed, ok? We got a murderer to catch."
"Did we just get to the third base with each other?" Maura asked, tugging her dress down over her hips.
"It's just 'third', no 'the', Maura," Jane groaned. "And yeah, I guess, maybe." Jane tipped herself back in the driver's seat to shuck off the jumpsuit and pull on her slacks. "I hate getting dressed in the car," Jane groaned.
"I don't mind," Maura said. "Zip me please."
Notes:
Silly little oneshot