Apologies for the delay. I was in Lisbon a couple of weeks ago and went to London shortly after that, and I absolutely didn't feel like writing when I got back. I didn't want to force things, so I waited for a little while before I got back to writing. Sorry for that.
Just so you know, the first part of this chapter is pretty much M rated ... Consider yourself warned.
The ten minute wait for Jane seems to take forever.
Maura has enough time to overthink the scenario that happened in front of her, if you can even call it a scenario. It was just a friendly encounter between two girls. It means nothing, but the blonde just can't seem to convince herself. She pulls up the image of Hannah throwing her arm around the brunette's shoulders and Jane, laughing at a joke Maura knows nothing about.
"It's just the circumstances," she mumbles to herself. "Frank told you that Jane might leave you and now there's this new girl on her soccer team. You're just linking things that are actually unrelated. It's not true."
But what if Jane really leaves her? What if the brunette is just like those other girls, and-
"Shut up," she interrupts her own thoughts with more force. She immediately glances around the parking lot worriedly, hoping that no one saw her talking to herself like that. They might think she's crazy.
The sun is setting and it's getting a little chilly outside. Maura prays Jane will hurry up, because she's wearing a skirt, and ... well, because she can only think about Jane standing in a shower next to other girls. It's then she hears her girlfriend approaching, because she could recognize Jane's voice anywhere.
Maura's right, because after a few seconds, the brunette rounds the corner towards the parking lot, her sports bag dangling casually off her left shoulder. Hannah is still walking next to her, and the blonde desperately tries to suppress her jealousy at the sight of seeing them together like that again.
Kiss her. Let her know she's yours.
The brunette sees her leaning against her car and approaches her, Hannah still on her side.
"Hey, Maur."
The blonde doesn't respond, but instead pulls her girlfriend in for a long, slow kiss that leaves the brunette a little hazy. When Jane pulls back, she quickly glances at Hannah, who raises her eyebrows teasingly, but doesn't say anything.
"Umm, I'll see you tomorrow I guess?" Jane says to Hannah, feeling a little uncomfortable. She hasn't yet told Hannah about her relationship, because there hasn't been a good moment to do it and it's not something you drop in the middle of a conversation.
"Sure thing, Jane. Have fun together girls," Hannah replies, winking at Maura. "Bye!" She makes her way over to her bike, and Jane throws her bag in Maura's trunk before they get in the car.
"What was that about?" Jane asks, after they've driven in complete silence for five minutes. Maura looks in the mirror before taking a left turn, not answering. She hates herself for feeling like this, and she doesn't want to complain about it. Jane has enough stuff to deal with.
"Is it about Hannah?" the brunette tries again, randomly guessing.
The blonde stays silent, but the look on her face says it all. The brunette raises her eyebrows in disbelief. "Are you kidding, Maura? You're seriously jealous of a girl that'll be on our team for roughly two months just to be able to make it to BCU?"
When Jane says it like that, it makes the blonde feel even worse. She feels tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn't want that yet.
"She likes you, Jane! Don't you see that?" she says, looking at her girlfriend for a second before focusing on the road again.
"You're unbelievable, Maura. Stop being so fucking jealous! Nothing's going on!"
The blonde feels tears well up in her eyes, and she finds she can't stop them from flowing freely over her cheeks. She tightly grips the steering wheel with one hand, wiping her tears away with the other. She knows Jane is looking at her, but she refuses to make eye contact.
"Look, Maura," the brunette's voice is softer now. Jane hates to see her girlfriend cry. "Nothing's going on between Hannah and I. You know that."
"I know nothing's going on right now," the blonde says shakily, taking a right turn into her neighbourhood. "But you don't see the way she looks at you. I'm just so worried. What if she ends up being nicer than I am and you'll like her more than me. I know I'm being irrational, but-"
"Yes, you are," Jane interrupts her, not able to keep her frustration under control. "You're being completely irrational. Are you going to be this jealous every time I meet new girls? I really don't know what I have to do to prove that I'll stay."
The blonde puts the blinker on before parking the car in front of her house, not responding.
"Hey," Jane says forcefully, "don't ignore me now. You started this."
Maura puts the handbrake on before making eye contact, eyes still a little teary. "I know you love me, Jane. I'm just terrified of losing you. There's literally nothing without you. No friends, no parties, no soccer games, nothing. The thought of losing you terrifies me."
The brunette's eyes, which were blazing fire just seconds ago, soften immediately. "Maura. I'm not leaving, honey."
The blonde shakes her head, closing her eyes. "I know, but ..."
"Let's go inside, okay? I'll tell you all over again how much I love you."
Maura smiles affectionately, a feeling of arousal immediately flowing through body her at Jane's promise. She leans over the arm rest, pulling her girlfriend in for a kiss.
All the blonde can think is mine. And she doesn't want the brunette to tell her how much she loves her.
She wants her to show it.
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Maura doesn't even wait for the brunette to get inside.
She pushes her girlfriend up against the door leading to the living room, lips already on Jane's neck. Jane turns her head to give her girlfriend more space and whimpers when Maura sucks on her pulse point, wondering how this all happened within minutes. They were fighting just a second ago, right?
The brunette's hair is still damp from her shower after soccer practice, so Maura pulls a hair tie from her wrist and puts Jane's up in a ponytail.
"Much better," Maura mumbles, hands making their way under her girlfriend's t-shirt.
Jane wants to protest, wants to stop her girlfriend from doing this right now, but all she can focus on is how good it feels to have Maura's hands on her. She feels herself being led backwards through the living room, hoping that Maura is careful enough to not let her bump into anything. They stumble through the door that leads to Maura's kitchen, and Jane inwardly groans at the location of her girlfriend's bedroom.
"I just found the first disadvantage of a big house," she manages to get out between kisses.
"Shut up," Maura says forcefully, pushing her girlfriend back until her back hits the counter. Maura puts one hand on the brunette's neck to keep her close, the other travels under Jane's shirt, tracing her abs. The blonde lightly runs her nails over her girlfriend's stomach and Jane responds immediately, shivering lightly.
Jane gently bites on her girlfriend's bottom lip, eliciting a moan from the blonde. A rush of arousal hits Maura, and she pulls on Jane's shorts until they fall onto the floor, neither one of them bothering to pick them up. The brunette steps out of them, pulling her girlfriend closer by the waist before kissing her jaw, and eventually down to Maura's neck.
But Maura doesn't want any of that. Not tonight.
She pushes Jane's head away from her neck before leaning in to whisper in her ear. "I want you," she purrs, not failing to notice how Jane's grip on her back tightens. She runs her hand over Jane's hip teasingly before dipping her fingers in Jane's boxers, drawing a moan from her girlfriend's lips.
"Babe, fuck- not here," Jane manages to get out, wrapping her hand around Maura's wrist to prevent her from continuing.
"Why?" the blonde asks, trying to free her wrist from Jane's grip.
"Because, Miss Isles, as you may or may not have noticed, we are in your kitchen. And if you want to take my clothes off, you gotta take me to your bedroom." Jane smirks, finally releasing Maura's wrist.
"What's that on the floor then? Not yours?" Maura counters. She points at Jane's shorts, which are still laying on the floor.
"Shut up." Now Jane's the one to say it.
"Make me," the blonde counters, eyes twinkling playfully. Jane's eyes darken immediately. "You sure about that? 'Cause you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," the brunette replies, gently pushing the blonde away from her.
"No, you're right," Maura smiles. "I don't. Let's save that for another day. Tonight is my turn."
"Another day, huh?" Jane raises her eyebrows. "When's that?"
The blonde bites her lip, considering. "Maybe, if you're good .." she pauses, looking at her girlfriend, knowing the if you're good part will set her off. "Soon enough."
The promise hangs in the air between them for a couple of seconds, before Jane grabs the blonde's wrist and pulls her in for another kiss.
"I'm always good."
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They somehow make it to the bedroom without losing any more items of clothing. Maura immediately pushes her girlfriend down on the bed, climbing on top of her. They simply kiss for a while, biting on lips and running hands over bodies. The blonde allows things to get heated for a second, but Jane seems to think better of it.
She intentionally slows the kiss, trying to gain control over the situation. She's laying on her back while Maura's on top of her, but she knows they don't have to reverse positions for her to be in control. Jane's aware of the fact that she's a good kisser, and she tends to use that to her advantage. Especially now. She runs her tongue over her girlfriend's bottom lip before initiating another slow, languid kiss, trying to distract the blonde.
It immediately works, because the sudden change makes the blonde moan in her mouth and her hands stop whatever they were doing. The brunette uses Maura's moment of distraction to her advantage and flips them over, immediately straddling her girlfriend. She holds Maura down by leaning on her shoulders and she looks into hazel eyes to make sure everything is okay. After a few seconds filled with anticipation, she sits back on Maura's hips before pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a dark blue sports bra.
"Fuck," Maura mumbles at the sight of her girlfriend, not caring about the swear word for once.
"What was that?" Jane smiles confidently, loving the effect she has on Maura.
"I said fuck," Maura repeats seductively, and now it's Jane who suddenly can't seem to focus on what she was doing. Maura flips them over once again, wanting to be on top.
"I have to have you," the blonde whispers, running her hands up Jane's abs. "I have to- God, Jay, you're so beautiful."
The brunette blushes and wants to respond, but Maura's hands make their way under her sports bra and her response turns into a soft moan. The blonde kisses her roughly, moving off of Jane before slipping one leg in between her girlfriend's thighs. Jane's hand makes its way under Maura's skirt, deliberately using her nails to trace her skin.
They kiss for what feels like hours before they part, air becoming a factor.
"I don't love Hannah," Jane mumbles against her girlfriend's lips.
Maura feels a rush of arousal flow through her body at Jane's words and she can't help but lean in again, but her lips don't touch Jane's. The brunette tries to push herself up and make their lips meet, but Maura refuses, pulling back. She needs to hear Jane say it again.
"What was that?"
Jane looks at her, mildly confused. She tries to think of what Maura wants her to say, but the blonde's hand creeps dangerously to her center, making it hard to think.
"Say it again," Maura repeats.
"I don't love-"
The blonde enters her roughly and without warning, and the brunette's world spins a little. Her fists immediately tighten in the sheets and she holds her breath, only releasing it when Maura gently sucks on her pulse point. Marking her.
"Mine," Maura adds unnecessarily, loving the way Jane's body responds to her.
"You're so fucking jealous Maur, but ..." Jane takes a deep breath when Maura seems to push in even further. "I love it."
The blonde's breath is hot on her neck, and she gasps when Maura sucks on her pulse point again. Her hands come up to hold on to her girlfriend's shoulders for dear life, because Maura's pace is furious and she doesn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon.
"I'm close," the brunette warns after a few minutes, nails pressing into the skin of her girlfriend's shoulders. The blonde immediately curls her fingers inside of her, eliciting another moan from Jane. A breathy 'fuck' slips over the brunette's lips and she arches up, pulling Maura impossibly closer.
Maura complies, putting her full body weight down on her girlfriend before kissing her neck again, still moving. She feels the brunette's abs contract and Jane stiffens, finally releasing a loud moan. The blonde is glad they're at her house, because she hates it when they have to be quiet. She wants to hear how much Jane loves this. Loves her.
She doesn't stop moving until Jane's gently pushes her off, completely spend. The blonde presses a few soft kisses to her girlfriend's collarbone with her eyes closed, taking her time to gently kiss up the brunette's body until she reaches her lips. "I love you," she says softly, "and I know you don't love her."
"Mmhm," is the only response Maura gets. She smiles, placing a kiss on the tip of her girlfriend's nose before laying next to her.
"You okay?" she asks, because Jane still can't seem to open her eyes.
"Tired," Jane mumbles. She's absolutely exhausted, having just finished a soccer practice of two hours only to come home to this.
"Go to sleep, honey," Maura says, draping her arm over her girlfriend's stomach.
"But, you," the brunette protests, although she doubts she can move at all.
Maura's already shaking her head, smiling softly. "I'm fine. You'll get your chance another time, okay?" She sees her girlfriend fighting against her sleep, still in disagreement. "Jay, it's okay."
The brunette drags her eyes open, only to be met by her girlfriend's understanding gaze. She smiles before closing her eyes once again, and although she knows it's cliché, she falls asleep within seconds.
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Jane knocks on her brother's door, shifting from one foot to the other.
She's decided to go talk to him, because she hasn't stopped worrying about him since he told her about Dad.
"Mom, I told you I'm cleaning up my room tomorrow," Tommy's annoyed voice sounds from inside.
"It's not mom."
It's silent for a second, almost as if Tommy's doubting whether to let his sister in or not. Finally, he speaks again. "Come in."
The brunette sighs, mentally preparing herself for the talk she's about to have before opening the door. Her brother is laying on his bed, reading a comic. He looks up when she shuts the door behind her, raising his eyebrows.
"I need to talk to you about Dad."
Now Tommy's the one to sigh. He puts down his comic and sits up, already done with this conversation. "I know what you're going to say. You're going to tell me how he betrayed us, and how you don't want me to ever see him again. I know what you think Jane, and no, thanks."
Jane feels her heart sink. He's so different.
"That's not what I was going to say," she starts. "You know what I think of Dad. And when you're older, you'll understand what happened and why I'm on Mom's side. But that's not what this is about."
Tommy stays silent.
"I don't know how many times you've stayed at his place and to be honest, I really don't want to know. You just need to know that it's not normal for a grown man to offer alcohol to his thirteen year old son, and make him pay for it himself," Jane falls silent, letting her words sink in. "Whatever he told you, it's bullshit. It's pathetic that he does this and I hope you'll realize that. The thing is, I don't want you to have to choose between us and him, Tommy. So I'm not asking you to," Jane swallows past the lump in her throat. "I just want you to be safe, and that's why I'm asking to never go drinking with him again."
Her brother looks furious.
"You can't deny me that!" he says, voice raised. "He's my Dad. He's yours too, Jane. And he told me he missed you so much."
That's something Jane doesn't want to hear again. She takes a deep breath.
"I'm not prohibiting you from seeing him. That's not something I can ask you to do. Just don't drink with him anymore, Tommy. Please."
Tommy looks at his sister angrily, but also a bit curiously. Like he admires her for doing what she does, but at the same time hates her for it. He sighs and picks up his comic before laying back down on his bed. "I'll think about it," he mumbles.
The brunette looks at him for a couple more seconds before she turns around. Her hand is already on the door knob when she turns back around one last time. "Just so you know, I'm not picking you up from his place when you're too drunk to get home by yourself," she says. She doesn't wait for a response and makes her way out of the room, closing the door behind him.
When she looks up, she sees Frankie standing at the top of the stairs. He pretends to be really interested in his fingernails, but she knows he heard at least part of her conversation with Tommy.
"Frankie," she starts, but seems to think better of it. "Never mind. Your room is yours again."
Frankie looks up and smiles before walking towards the door. When he passes Jane, he stops and looks into her eyes.
"I'm always on your side, sis."
Jane feels her throat clog up, but she tries to swallow and make it go away.
"Thanks, bud," she manages before walking into the safety of her own room.
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"Jane, I really don't want to look," Maura says nervously. She's sitting behind her desk in her bedroom, laptop open in front of her. "What if I didn't get in?"
"Maura," the brunette pulls a chair with her to the desk before sitting down next to her girlfriend. "We've had this conversation already. You are brilliant and amazing, you'll get in."
The blonde sighs and opens her browser. She shakily types in her email before pressing 'enter' hesitantly, confirming her password as well.
Dear Maura Isles,
Congratulations! It is with immense pleasure that I inform you of your acceptance into the Faculty of Medicine at Boston University. Your thoughtful application and remarkable accomplishments convinced us that you are the right candidate for our Medical Program at the Boston University. We will get in touch within a few weeks to ...
Maura cannot read any further, because tears are already flowing down her cheeks.
"Jane!" The blonde throws her arms around her girlfriend, burying her head in Jane's neck. "I made it," she mumbles, not believing what she just read. "I got in."
The brunette smiles, happy that Maura finally knows what Jane knew all along. She feels herself getting more and more nervous to check her own email, praying that she's been accepted as a candidate for the Academy. There's nothing else she wants to do, and she's not letting her mother pay $50,000 in tuition just so she can go to college.
Her phone vibrates on Maura's desk and the blonde finally releases her, wiping away her tears.
"Jane," she repeats, still in shock. The brunette laughs and kisses her shortly before answering her phone.
"Hey Frost," she says, looking at Maura.
"I got in!" is the first thing Frost yells when she picks up. "I'm gonna be a cop!"
Maura raises her eyebrows, because only Jane can hear what their friend is saying. The brunette mouths 'he got in' before listening to her friend ramble on about the Academy. They're going to the Academy together, hopefully. If Jane gets in. That's the next thing Frost asks, because he hasn't given Jane the chance to speak.
"What about you guys? Did you get an email already?" he asks.
"Maura got in. I don't know yet, I didn't check. Miss Isles took a little longer than expected," she mocks, smiling at her girlfriend.
"Go check, idiot! I want to know," Frost says.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm going to disconnect for a minute then, okay? I'll text you," Jane says.
Frost agrees and Jane puts her phone back down on the desk, trembling a little. Now she's the one to type in her own email and password, logging into her account on Maura's laptop. She takes a deep breath before continuing, her girlfriend's hand on her arm being the only thing that steadies her.
Jane Rizzoli,
We are pleased to inform that you have been selected as a potential candidate to become a police officer. You will be thrilled to hear that you ranked 5th on the list as brought forward by the state. The City of Boston's Human Resources Department will contact you via email to let you know how and when you are to follow the applicant process. Please note that this process can still lead to rejection and that this letter is not your official acceptance into the Academy.
However, we congratulate you on ...
The brunette cannot read any further, because Maura's lips are on hers and everything is lost.
When they part, the blonde looks at her with twinkling eyes. "We did it, Jay," she says, entwining their fingers and putting them on her leg.
"Oh well," Jane starts lightly, as if she hadn't been nervous at all. "Now the only thing left to do is to actually graduate high school."
Maura laughs. "We will."
"You're going to have to help me with Spanish, Maur. It's a mess. I don't want to fail 'cause of Spanish."
"You're not going to fail," the blonde says, looking at her girlfriend. "And yes, I'll help you."
Jane scoffs. "Maura, I'm serious. I have nothing to fall back on if my finals go wrong. The Academy is literally all I have planned for my future."
The blonde's eyes suddenly get wide, and Jane looks at her girlfriend questioningly. "What?"
"Your application to BCU," Maura says. "Did you hear anything from them?"
Jane looks away, avoiding her girlfriend's eyes. She really doesn't want to have this conversation right now.
Maura waits patiently for the brunette to answer, softly rubbing the skin on Jane's palm. She's just about to ask it again when Jane answers.
"I got in."
The blonde's mouth falls open. "Jane! Did you really? But why aren't you, and your mom," she stumbles over her words, making the brunette smile.
"I'm not going, Maura." The brunette shrugs, making eye contact again. "I don't even want to go anyways. It's enough that I got in."
Maura sighs, not knowing what do to with this information. She's never had the problem of not having enough money to do something, but she knows that offering money will only drive Jane away from her. So she simply goes with a soft 'okay' before getting up and closing her laptop.
"Hey, Maur, I didn't-" Jane starts, but the blonde interrupts her.
"It's okay, Jane. I know," she replies, and the brunette is surprised there's no heat in her girlfriend's voice. "I'm proud of you for getting in. You're incredible, and very selfless, and I love you very much."
The brunette smiles, thankful for her girlfriend's understanding. She's incredibly glad that Maura doesn't push her to go like her mother would, or offer her money. She wraps the blonde up in a hug, pressing her nose in soft curly locks that smell like Maura. "I'm proud of you for getting in, Mo. I love you." She feels the blonde smile, and she continues on for a bit. "I know you will be great. You'll make it. And with a little of your help, I'm sure I'll get somewhere too."
She feels the blonde struggling to get out of her grip, and she knows it'll only be to contradict the things she just said. So she just holds Maura closer, preventing her from getting away. The blonde sighs, eventually complying, and presses a kiss to her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Together, Jay," she mumbles. "We'll make it together. Like we always do."
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I know Jane doesn't meet certain requirements (age, driver's license) to become a police officer, but let's just skip that for now.
Question: do you want me to write an epilogue in which Jane and Maura are adults and let that be the end of the story, or do you want me to write a spin-off (as in: an entirely new story) with these characters, ten years from now?