Final A/N - Another R&I ff in the books as finito. It's so sad to see a story finish, but I have some other ideas for other ff communities that have been begging for my attention. Might come back and do a trequel to this, I have some ideas running amok concerning these two ladies. Thanks for reading (if you're still out there readers...sometimes I feel like I'm talking to myself, but since I do that anyway, I'm used to it. lol) and sticking with this mountain of a fic. Don't be afraid to check out some of my other stuff, if you have the time. :)
Sunday, 6:35 P.M.
After the tumultuous couple of days that resulted because of Yuri Grigorvich's death, everything had settled down back to the old comfortable rhythm. Jane's celebrity status around Boston as a "hero" was reaffirmed to the public, despite her lack of involvement in bringing Yuri to justice. All she had done was watch him commit suicide, thus taking justice out of the equation. That hardly made her a hero. Jane considered herself a bystander, in all honesty, but the Lieutenant had ignored her lack of pride and insisted, along with the mayor, that she be awarded the Medal of Valor. The ceremony that resulted was bogus and completely unnecessary, however, Maura had insisted on framing the damn thing. It nearly killed her to walk by the shining gold object each time she stayed over at her girlfriend's place. In honor of her new efforts to be more open with her, Jane had told the blonde about the reasons for her dislike and, with respect to her feelings, Maura had moved the object to the study where Maura's own numerous degrees and accolades were displayed. Despite knowing how much Maura supported her, it was still hard to be open about these sorts of concerns but, with time, Jane knew it would get easier.
At the moment, Jane and Maura were in her living room watching a marathon of "Planet Earth", tolerated by the brunette because of the occasional imagery of baby animals. I'd absolutely die if Maura knew how much I love baby leopards. Knowing her, she'd suggest we should go a safari with her father in Kenya or Swaziland. Buttered organic popcorn in a ceramic bowl balanced precariously on the arm of the couch, the two women entangled together in blissful silence, the television program providing the only light throughout the room. Maura's head was in Jane's lap, facing the television while Jane's sat upright, munching the buttery bliss happily. For the first time since last week, they were absolutely, completely, and utterly alone with no serial killers to take away their attention from each other. Jane's hands wrote out trails of patterns on the pieces of smooth marble skin that had presented itself while Maura played like a kitten with a loose thread on the brunette's worn-in sweatpants. Why can't every day be like this? I'd gladly be promoted to Lieutenant if I could have more time to do this but I'd probably die of boredom soon after. At least I'd die in her arms, that would be a fabulous death.
Unexpectedly, a giggle of amusement rose from her girlfriend's mouth as her hand reached behind her to grab some popcorn. "That tickles."
"I know," she smiled suggestively, "why do you think I'm doing it?"
Her eyes rolled in mock annoyance. "You know how much I love my television programs, Jane. Stop trying to make me lose focus."
"I don't know…I think it would be so much fun to make you lose focus." Jane whispered, hands continuing their zealous pattern tracing. Warning the brunette with fierce eyes, Maura released a subtle groan of excitement as her girlfriend's hands continued to move lower, lower, ever lower. Tingling radiated underneath the surface of both of the woman's skin, the television program soon forgotten, need rising to importance in their lust-addled minds. It's been far too long…
Maura grabbed Jane's unused arm, bringing their bodies closer, blush stained lips nearly touching. "If you keep going then you better make sure you finish the job or I'll finish it for you."
"I won't stop, unless you want me to, Maura," she muttered, barely audible. Despite that they had been together for over three months but Jane still felt an obligation to ask permission, knowing she would never be refused.
The screen over the couple cut to black as a night sequence in the show covered the room in darkness. Jane's heart raced as the loss in vision increased her sense of touch ten-fold. Nothing but the feel of Maura's lips teasing hers kept the brunette's focus on the warm, moving mass of darkness in her lap. "I've missed you so much, honey. I think we're going to have to volunteer ourselves up to science because only you can make my serotonin levels so impressively high. You make me believe that it is possible to die from pleasure even though scientifically speaking, since pleasure is just a mental construct based off of hormonal responses, it is impossible for me to actually do so."
"And only you can make me turned on with scientific terms." Jane replied back in a faint whisper, connecting their lips in a long awaited union.
With that request, the need overwhelmed their attempts to remain civilized toward each other. The passionate kiss that set fire to their entwined bodies burned everything it touched, leaving nothing but ecstasy in its wake. After taking the lead, Maura's hands clawed at the elastic keeping Jane's sweatpants and camisole on her already sweaty skin. Jane took the same approach to the blonde's own skimpy night clothes, receiving little interference on Maura's part.
A small hiss came up from the general direction of the couch, bringing a smile of satisfaction to Jane's lips. "I've never heard you make that sound before, must be doing something right."
"Hmm?" Maura asked slowly, her mind preoccupied with bringing her body closer to her girlfriend's eager hands. "What are you talking about?"
"You hissed at me."
The blonde's eyes narrowed as her hands came up to frame Jane's face. "No…I didn't hiss at you. Why would I hiss-"
Suddenly, Maura was interrupted by the same hissing sound coming from near the couch where the two women were entwined. The two women looked around bewilderingly in the dark just as "Planet Earth" switched to a bright desert scene, bringing some much needed light into the room, revealing the cause of the hissing sound. Bass's gigantic tan shell was slowly moving toward the couch, his reptilian head outside of his shell while eagerly crawling forward to his owner. With a pleased smile, Maura reached out to pet her reptilian friend's scaly head, causing Bass to nibble on her fingers.
"Aww…how is my little man? Did you miss Mommy Maura, Bass 'cause I missed you. I bet you're so scared because I didn't leave the light on for you, aren't you?" She cooed affectionately, ignoring Jane's eye-roll in response. "I thought I told you to stay in your room and no wandering around the house for the rest of the night? You know how bad your little eyes are in the dark and you know how you get scared which makes you cry. Mommy Maura hates seeing Bass in pain."
"Why do you talk to an animal with no ears, Maura? There's no point. He's not going to respond back. I'm so jealous of that turtle. He gets more love from you than I do." Jane sighed, hoping for the tortoise to leave but the animal refused to budge. To her annoyance, the brunette began seeing the predicament from the tortoise's point of view. I guess I would be a little reluctant to move if I took ten minutes to go from the living room to the kitchen. It must be so hard to have to carry that shell around, poor thing. Wait…what does a tortoise look like without a shell, anyway?
Maura turned back with a raised eyebrow before resuming her task of comforting Bass. "Jane, Bass is my baby and you're my honey. My love for him is totally different from our love for each other, there's no need to be jealous. If you respected him more, you would know that. Bass may not hear but he's very in tuned to the environment, Jane. He knows me on an instinctual level and he could know you on the same level, if you let him."
"The last thing I want, Maubie, is a reptile knowing me on an instinctual level. What's he going to do, walk me to the bathroom every time I have to go pee? If that's the case, I'll probably have to carry him because with his pace, I'd've peed on myself by the time we got to the bathroom." Jane leaned up from her position over Maura, staring unseeing at the television program that had now moved to animals of the various deserts of the world. "When I move in, I don't want to see your little buddy walking around underfoot at all hours. He can stroll in the day but not at night, it's weird. Jo wouldn't like it and god knows I wouldn't like it either."
"Wait…" she said, excitement obvious as Maura rose toward her girlfriend, "you're going to move in? Really? You aren't just being sarcastic?"
Jane returned Maura's shocked expression with a raised eyebrow. "Well…you put my medal in your hallway, half of my clothes are over here, I'm always using your laundry room, and…I love being here, with you, unless, you took your offer off the table? I know I took a minute to think about it but with everything that happened in the last couple of days, I've been a little preoccupied. I can understand if you don't want to live with me though. Living with a cop can be-"
An uncharacteristic squeal of excitement came from Maura's mouth as she leaped upon the brunette, interrupting her girlfriend. "Of course I want you to move in, Jeddy! We should have a move-in party. My mom can plan it. She'd be so excited to welcome you into the Isles family."
"Honey," Jane groaned out as the feel of Maura's naked flesh against hers made it incredibly difficult to focus, "how about we focus on the present because you're making it really hard to think about anything but your boobs getting on a first name basis with my boobs."
Smiling enthusiastically, Maura lightly pushed the brunette down on the couch and began to truly make Jane lose focus. Everything ceased to be of importance as the pleasure of submitting to the blonde took the place of the tension dealing with Yuri and the murdered women. Their relationship had struggled in the last couple of months but the pain that all of the turmoil caused had made them more comfortable. For the first time, Jane felt not just love for her girlfriend but the confidence to be public with her love for Maura. I don't know what our next step will be as a couple but I'm sure we'll be able to handle it, together.