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The next morning, Jane woke up early. Sharon was still asleep next to her, and she couldn't bring it up to wake her. Instead she was just staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what had happened last night.

Sharon had kissed her, after telling her she liked her, and Jane hadn't mind at all. When they arrived back at the hotel, still hand in hand, the guys were sitting in the bar and the two of them went straight to bed. They hadn't talked about it, they just laid in bed and said their goodnights before falling asleep.

After being awake for half an hour, Jane felt Sharon moving and when she turned her head, she looked right into sleepy brown eyes. The singer closed her eyes again and Jane returned her gaze back to the ceiling.

'Last night wasn't a dream, was it?' The detective asked after a few silent seconds and Sharon opened her eyes again.

'No, but if it was, then sleep might become my new addiction.'

'Okay, now I know for sure that you write the lyrics for the band!' Jane laughed.

'What? Don't you like them?'

'I like your songs almost as much as I like you, and I like you a lot.'

'You do?' Jane turned her head again and couldn't stop smiling at the adorable sight.

'Yeah, I do.'

'And, what about this?' Sharon crawled closer to her and kissed her lips lightly.

'Hmm, not sure, I think I'll have to try it again.'

'Then you'll have to get out of bed.' The singer laughed while she climbed out of bed.

'Nooooo, it's so comfy here, come back!'

'Come on, Jane, I found something fun for us to do.'

'Does it require to come out of bed?'

'Yes.'

'Then I'm not interested.'

'Not even when it includes me dressed in leather?' Jane opened one eye 'And motorcycles?'

'You know how to drive a motorcycle?'

'Of course, are you coming or not?'

'I'm not sure…'

'What do you mean you're not sure?'

'What if this is just a dream and I'll wake up when I get out of bed and then it's yesterday morning and last night didn't happen? I need to be sure that this is real.'

'You just want me to kiss you again, isn't it?'

'Maybe.' Jane smirked and Sharon sat down on the bed again.

'I'll kiss you on one condition.'

'I need to promise to get out of bed?'

'Yeah, that too, but, don't say anything to the guys? About us, I mean.' Jane saw the uncertainty in her eyes and smiled.

'Sure, but, there isn't really an us, we just kissed.' Sharon's face fell.

'But, you said you liked me.' Jane sat up and moved closer so she could put her hand on Sharon's thigh.

'I do, I do like you. I might even love you.' Jane whispered the last part and their eyes locked.

Jane hadn't had a girlfriend in years, the last time was 3 years ago, and that only lasted for 2 weeks. She always convinced herself that she didn't have time for someone that special in her life, that fighting her feelings was the best she could do. But with Sharon, it felt different. She didn't want to fight it, she wanted to spent time with her. Only the thought of it brought a smile on her face, that got reflected on the other woman's face. Jane leaned in, and the moment their lips touched again, she knew she loved this woman.

She was missing her best friend, almost wanted to burst out in tears, and was in the same time angry, because her mother wouldn't accept what she was, who she was, but that all got overshadowed by one thing. Love, it was the only thing Jane felt at the moment she entered the hotel room. She didn't feel the burned piece of skin on her nose, didn't feel the usual pain in her hands, she only felt how she was deeply falling in love with the woman in front of her.

When Sharon had realized that racing on some motorcycles might be too exhausting, and they had a show to play that evening, she and Jane spent the day at the center of the town they were. Since Jane only knew how to order wine in French, she had heard Maura do it a hundred of times, Sharon did all of the talking. Apparently the band had invented a little game they played once in a while, and the singer had chosen that day to play again.

They had entered a music store and took every Within Temptation album they could find.

Rule one: buy them all.

They bought the cd's and left the store without being recognized, unfortunately for the girl that worked there.

Rule two: if the employee recognize you, they get all albums back, signed.

The next two hours, they just walked around in the mall and gave a signed album to whoever recognized Sharon, after taking a picture with them of course.

Rule three: everyone who recognizes you, gets a signed copy and a photo.

The second last copy of Black Symphony went to a girl with a pink Mohawk who was waiting with her dog 'til her friend got out of the bathroom.

Rule four: everyone who looks cool can also have a copy.

When all copies where gone, they returned to the hotel, and even hold each other's hand once they were inside. Sharon had wanted to do that all day, but knew that would raise questions she didn't want to answer yet. Their hands were still linked when they entered the hotel room, but Jane let immediately go of Sharon's hand when she saw Robert.

'Hey, I thought you and Martijn were checking out the swi-… What in hell have you done?!' Jane tried to hold her laugh when the guitarist turned, but Sharon obviously didn't think the new color of Robert's beard was funny.

'I lost a bet, have you seen my scarf?'

'You do know we have a show tonight, right? What are you going to do about it?'

'What do you mean doing about it?'

'Please tell me you can wash it out.'

'Nope.'

'You're going to shave it?'

'No, and again, have you seen my scarf?'

'You are playing like that? With a blue beard?!'

'Oh! There it is! And yes, I'm playing like that, part of the bet.'

'I'm going to kill Martijn.'

'Well, we already have the homicide detective here.' Robert said pointing at Jane, who was already sitting in the sofa. 'By the way, I'm happy for you.' He winked and left the room.

'What was he talking about?' Jane asked when the other woman sat down next to her.

'What do you think?' the realization struck Jane when Sharon intertwined their fingers and laid her head on the detective's shoulder.

'But, how? And, you're okay with him knowing?'

'He's that one person who knows me better than I know myself. He's like my gay best friend.'

'Except you're the one who's gay.'

'Yeah…'

'Would you like to meet mine?'

'Your gay best friend?'

'No, my person who knows me better than I do.' Jane laughed.

'You mean Maura.'

'Yes, I'm sure she'll love you.'

'If you say so… But first,' Sharon said while standing and pulling Jane off the sofa 'We have a show to play.'

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