Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Rizzoli & Isles.
Three
Maura turned the knob and found it unlocked, "Jane honey, I'm home."
Home.
How strange it was that two days at Jane's cramped and cluttered apartment and it already felt like home. She saw the darks curly tangles against the lumpy couch and the word echoed in her mind, in her heart.
Home.
Jane was her home.
What was that saying, Home is where the heart is?
Jane was her heart.
No. It couldn't be. Her inappropriate feelings of lust, of chemical attraction, was, or at least should be, the extent to which this should go.
She toed off her heels by the front door and padded over to the couch, Jane's eyes were closed, the dark lashes touching her pale cheeks. She rested the back of her hand on Jane's forehead and it was cool to the touch.
Finally and thankfully.
It meant she could go back to her own house and know that Jane was ok. It meant that she could put some distance between them and erase the growing feelings.
But she wasn't sure if she really wanted to erase those feelings.
Looking down at the long, lithe form on the couch, she knew that she wouldn't be leaving. Not any time soon.
Maura poked around in the kitchen to find something half –edible for dinner. She set water boiling for rice and threw chicken in the oven. While she waited, she tidied the kitchen, washing out a half empty mug of tea and smiling in spite of herself. When it was nearly ready she steamed the broccoli and dished out two plates.
"Something smells good," A quiet voice came from the couch, deep with sleep.
Maura grabbed the plates and the DVD case and joined Jane on the couch. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. Hungry."
"Both good things."
"Broccoli, Maura, yuck."
"It's good for you. I can get some cheese for you to put on it."
"Would you?"
"Only because you have just risen from your death bed."
"Thank you. What are we watching?" Jane asked, gesturing to the case with her fork.
"Chicago."
"The Musical?"
"Yes and I know you like it so don't say a word."
"I – This-"
"Ah! Don't!" Maura gave her a glare as she inserted the DVD and turned on the television.
"I was going to say that this is very good," Jane gestured with her fork again.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Richard Gere is a fox." Jane blurted.
Maura sighed, "Yes, and he always will be." She took a deep breath, "Catherine Zeta Jones really wears those outfits well, don't you think?"
"I like the girl who is innocent, she's beautiful," Jane added without hesitating.
"Yeah, she is."
Jane put her plate down on the floor and tucked her legs back up on the couch, leaning her head on Maura's shoulder.
"How are you doing?" Maura asked, setting her own plate down.
"Fine, just exhausted." She felt better enough to appreciate her vantage point, the fullness of Maura's breasts and her shapely thighs beneath her tight skirt.
About halfway through the movie Maura was getting restless. She looked uncomfortable so Jane reached a hand out to her knee, tugging her legs up on the couch beside her and moving so that she could lie down. Maura moved easily, pillowing her head on her arms while Jane propped herself up so that she could see.
They fit together seamlessly, front to back or back to front.
From then on neither remembered the exact goings on of the movie, both were painfully aware of the other. Every tiny movement and every breath had them moving against each other and set off fireworks in their heads.
When the movie was over, they walked together to Jane's bedroom. Not a word was spoken; it was only by silent agreement.
The men pulled her arms behind her back but she didn't take her gaze away from the small slouched figure in the chair before her. Mara lifted her head, a trickle of blood down one cheek, offering a small smile.
"I'm ok Jane. Stay strong."
"Maura!"
Maura's eyes flew open at the shout and she took a steadying breath, the clean citrusy smell of Jane's shampoo filled her head.
"What Jane? Is the fever back? She put a hand to Jane's forehead, and while it was a little warm, it wasn't worrying.
"Maura, I think I love you."
A cry fell from the other woman's lips, "Jane, not here, not now, not on when we're going to die. I want it to mean something."
Maura struggled to get words out.
"No! No!" Jane shook her head. "We aren't dying and it I mean it, I really mean it. I want you." Lips pursed and hands clutched at thin air. "Stop trying to take her away!" She thrashed and turned.
She struggled to free herself from the duct tape the men had used to fasten her wrist. She tried to get to Maura, willed herself to somehow get away and save her. But Maura and the chair were disappearing down the hall, her cries echoing in the vastness.
"Jane, Jane, wake up." She shook her gently until the dark haunted eyes flew open.
"Jane, you were having a nightmare. Do you remember what happened?"
"Yes."
Even in the darkness Maura could see the faint blush. "Jane, everything you said in your dream-"
Jane's hands flew to her mouth as if it could somehow stop the words that she had already spoken.
Maura pulled them away and held them between her own, "I feel the same way."
"But am I still dreaming?"
Maura could only shake her head.
A/N: Thanks to my totally awesome beta for this story- marvelous-fanwriter!
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