Updating while I'm on a holiday in Denmark. Imagine how much I love you all.
Also, I have no idea how graduating high school in America works. So just hop on my train of imagination :)
May
On their last day at Fenway High School, the weather is beautiful. The sun is out and it feels like summer already, resulting in a very busy break outside on the field. Some freshmen are playing soccer, Jane and her friends are sitting on the grass, watching them play. Maura's sitting on the brunette's jacket, not wanting to get her skirt dirty.
"It's kinda weird, isn't it? That this is our last official day here," Frost mentions. "We'll only be back here for our exams."
"And on graduation day," Audrey adds. "Assuming that we'll all be there."
Jane smiles, but the blonde notices she's fidgeting with the hem of her shirt while she does so. She doesn't mention it.
"They're looking at us," Audrey says, nodding towards the freshmen.
"Ten bucks they're coming to ask if we want to play too," Jane replies, holding out her hand.
Audrey shakes her head. "Nah. You're usually right, and I'd rather keep my money."
Jane laughs out loud at that, and the blonde looks at her affectionately. She leans in to press a short kiss to her girlfriend's cheek, earning another smile from the brunette. They never have to hide their relationship at school, because everyone will immediately back off if Jane so much as glares at them.
"Um, hi? Will you come play with us?" A short, young boy with light brown hair is standing in front of them, a soccer ball in his hands. "We, uh, know you're on the girl's team, and we think you're really good."
Audrey looks at Jane questioningly and the brunette shrugs. "Sure."
Both girls get up, walking towards the improvised soccer field, where the goals are marked by four piles of jackets. Maura and Frost stay on the grass, watching their friends play with the freshmen.
"It's weird to think that you already knew Jane when she was a freshman," Maura saying, looking at her friend. "Was she as small as those boys?"
Frost tugs at his shirt. "Yeah. Even smaller, maybe. But she sure knew how to stand her ground."
Maura smiles at that thought. A small, young Jane with wild hair running around on this field, yelling at other kids when they were being annoying. She looks back at Frost, wondering what things will be like in a year. A lot can happen in a year, and she's one to know.
"Are you nervous for the exams?" Frost's voice pulls her from her thoughts.
"A little," she replies. "But I think I'll be okay. I'm more worried about Jane though," she adds, plucking some daises from the ground. "She's perfectly capable of passing, but she can't focus on studying. And she worries. A lot."
Frost nods understandingly. "Yeah. That's just who she is. She knows she's not always capable of getting straight A's, but I don't think she realizes one or two B's won't mean the end of the world."
"Mmhm," Maura mumbles in agreement. "What about you? Are you nervous?"
"Yeah, pretty much," he answers, blushing slightly. "But it's a good kind of nervous. Not the kind where you can't think clearly." He looks down at his watch. "I need to go to my locker and get some books from the library. Will you be okay on your own?"
This is how Maura knows she's found a real good friend. Frost thinks about how his actions will affect other people, and he always makes sure to ask whether that's okay or not. Even if it's just leaving her behind on a field full of people.
"I'll be fine. I'm going to watch them play for a bit," she replies, pointing at Jane and Audrey. The brunette has just scored, and the boys on her team are cheering loudly, obviously proud that Jane Rizzoli is on their team.
"Kay. See you later, Maura. Don't forget to enjoy your last official day," Frost adds with a smile, before he flings his backpack over his shoulder and walks away.
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Their exams are spread out over two weeks, so everyone has a couple of days off in between. On the second Wednesday, they all practice maths together, on a field at the top of Mission Hill. Audrey brings a Bluetooth speaker, Frost brings music and the girls got free food from Angela.
Audrey tells them she got offered a scholarship to play soccer at Boston University, and she asks Jane if the brunette won't consider coming with her. Jane shakes her head at that.
"I don't see myself as a professional soccer player. It was fun doing State Champs and other things with you guys, but I'd rather be a cop." Jane smiles at Frost. "Maybe we'll end up on the same team, Frostie."
Barry scrunches his nose. "Ew. Don't call me that."
Audrey and Maura laugh out loud when Jane makes a face. They talk until it's time to go; Frost wants to get a good night's sleep, Audrey still has some revising to do. They hug each other and wish each other good luck for their last exams, in case they don't see each other before it's over.
On their way home, Jane grabs Maura's hand. The blonde looks up at her girlfriend, surprised.
"What?" the brunette asks, raising her eyebrows.
"Nothing," the blonde replies. "I just feel like we haven't held hands in a while. Just casually, I mean."
Jane swings their hands dramatically, and eventually lifts it up high enough to force Maura into a pirouette. The blonde giggles, spinning around twice before stopping right in front of the brunette. She wraps her arms around her girlfriend's waist, pulling her closer until she's wrapped up in Jane's arms.
The brunette gently sways them, fingers combing the blonde's hair. They stand like that, under a streetlight on a deserted footpath, for a couple of minutes, before the blonde pulls back.
"I really needed that," she says, entwining their fingers once again, looking up at her girlfriend.
Jane is staring at her affectionately, happiness visible on her face. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and she leans in to press a slow, soft kiss to her girlfriend's lips.
"I'm proud of you, Maura," she says, giving the blonde a little nudge to make her start walking again.
The blonde frowns. "Why?"
Jane shrugs. "Because. It hasn't even been a year since you moved here, and now you're going to graduate high school. You're still with the Boston Ballet, you've never messed up on any of your school projects, you're still my girlfriend after all the shit I put you through. And, shh-," she prevents Maura from interrupting her. "I'm just proud of you."
Maura smiles, feeling her heart swell at Jane's display of affection. She simply tightens her hold for a bit, letting the brunette know that she understands.
They walk home in silence, both too wrapped up in their own thoughts to start a conversation. But they don't let go of each other's hands.
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Today is the day they get their final results.
Jane has been up since six this morning, and she has done everything to take her mind off of her exams. She went for a run at six thirty, took a long shower and made everyone scrambled eggs for breakfast. Now it's only nine o'clock, she has finished her breakfast and she has no idea what to do with herself.
Maura didn't set her alarm on purpose, so it's a little after nine when she wakes up. Her curtains make sure the sunlight doesn't enter her room, and she opens her eyes, stretching out and pointing her toes. She throws her covers open and swings her feet over the edge of her bed, putting them on the soft rug that's laying next to her bed. Grabbing her phone from the desk, she walks downstairs while checking her messages. She has one from Jane.
Jane Rizzoli
08:53 AM
Hey Maur,
I woke up at six and couldn't go back to sleep. I already went for a run, made breakfast and showered, and I'm kinda lost now. Any ideas?
The blonde smiles, putting her phone down on the counter to put her hair up in a bun. She messages Jane while she's waiting for her coffee from her machine.
Maura Isles
09:21 AM
Hi Jane,
I'm practicing for a dance solo in my studio today. You can come over and watch if you want?
There's no need to worry, lovely. You're going to graduate.
Jane's phone buzzes just when she's pulling a shirt over her head. She grabs it with one hand, only to find that it doesn't work and she throws it on her bed. When she's dressed and sitting on the couch downstairs, she reads Maura's response, stomach tingling with excitement. She loves to watch her girlfriend dance, no matter when or where. She smiles at the pet name, immediately feeling a little more at ease when reading her girlfriend's words.
"Hey, what are you doing up?" Angela walks into the living room, pulling a few curtains open.
"What do you mean?" Jane frowns. "It's nine."
"Well, I usually have to pull you out of bed around noon, so …," her mother replies, raising her eyebrows.
"Did you forget?" Jane says, pressing her lips together. "Today is result's day."
Angela shakes her head. "Of course I didn't forget, Janie. A mother can ask something, can't she? Do you have anything else planned for today?"
The brunette nods, pointing at her phone. "Maura texted. I'm going to her house in a few."
Jane's mother nods. "Okay, baby. Will you be back at two?"
The brunette shrugs. "I'm not sure. I might stay at Maura's. I'll be home around dinner time anyway, because there's a graduation party at Sam's house tonight and I'll have to change."
All the seniors get to know their results through a phone call, usually from their mentor. He starts calling the first people around 2 PM, and then works his way through their class in alphabetical order.
Angela answers in the affirmative, making her way into the kitchen. Jane texts Maura back to let her know she's coming, and back walks upstairs to do her hair. She puts it up in a ponytail, only to decide that she'd rather leave it down for today. She knows Maura loves it when she wears her hair down, but she doesn't do it that often, simply because it doesn't come in handy most of the time.
She's ready within five, grabbing her phone and heading back downstairs. She yells at her mother that she's leaving right before she pulls the front door shut behind her, walking onto the streets and towards her girlfriend's house.
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Maura opens the door wearing black leggings and a simple top, but that doesn't stop Jane from being amazed by her girlfriend's beauty. The brunette steps inside, slipping her hands around the dancer's waist and closing the door behind them.
"How do you look good in anything?" she mutters, pressing a kiss to Maura's temple before hugging her.
"So do you," the blonde counters, pointing at Jane's worn-out jeans and red striped shirt. "Are you doing okay?"
Jane nods. "I am now," she replies, finally letting go of her girlfriend after stealing one last kiss.
They walk towards Maura's dance studio, located at the back of her house. Jane has never been there before, and her mouth falls open when they walk inside. It's a huge space with a black dance floor, and one entire wall is filled with mirrors. There's a barre adjusted to one of the walls and a pair of pointe shoes in the corner, although Maura already has a pair on her feet.
"Where do you want to sit? I can pull a chair from the kitchen if you want," Maura says, already going through her dance routine with her hands.
"Nah, I'll sit on the floor," Jane answers, walking around the room. "I really don't mind. Where do you want me to sit?"
Maura looks around, thinking. "How about right there," she suggests, pointing to the wall of mirrors. "That's my front, so I'll be facing you most of the time if you sit over there."
The brunette complies, sitting down on the floor and crossing her legs, getting comfortable. She watches her girlfriend walking over to the stereo, pressing a few buttons until the music starts to play. The blonde makes her way to the back of the room, starting in a perfect fifth with her arms raised high in the air.
Jane is quiet, watching her girlfriend mark a few steps before raising her leg in the air, way higher than the brunette ever could. Maura looks in the mirror, fixing her hands and her turnout. She continues with a pas de bourrée before leaping into the air, arms raised and perfectly straight.
The brunette watches in awe, unable to move while her girlfriend practically flies through the room. Maura is aware of Jane's eyes on her, but she doesn't make eye contact once. She concentrates on her body, her movements and the way she holds herself while she dances, wanting everything to be perfect. She does a couple of spins, but falls out of her sixth turn.
"Damn it," she mutters, looking at her girlfriend, who is watching her with eyes full of adoration. She picks herself up and tries again, going for fouettés this time, and she does them perfectly. Her solo finishes with a turn going into a chassé and another leap, before she finishes in third position, arms neatly crossed in front of her.
The music starts anew and the blonde does her solo over and over again, until she believes it's nearly perfect. When she finishes the last time, she looks up at Jane, before her eyes dart back to the floor, slightly nervous.
Unable to speak, the brunette smiles at her girlfriend while shaking her head.
"What do you think?" Maura asks, tugging at her leggings.
"You're unbelievable," Jane replies, finally finding her voice. "Are you sure you want to go to Medical School? You could easily be the principal dancer of whatever company you want to be in. You're incredible, Maur."
The blonde smiles shyly at her girlfriend's compliments, not sure how to reply.
She doesn't have to, because the brunette looks at her watch, and her eyes go wide.
"Maura!" the brunette gasps, "It's nearly two!"
Both of them have lost track of time, Maura too wrapped up in her dancing and Jane way too busy watching her girlfriend.
The blonde runs towards the stereo, where her phone is connected to the speakers. She glances at her lock screen to confirm what Jane has just said, and it's true: 1:57 PM.
She looks at her girlfriend, who has already stood up and is now nervously rocking back and forth on her feet.
"Jane," she says," we're going to be fine. And if we don't graduate, we will still be okay."
The brunette smiles nervously before walking towards the door that leads back into the house. "Can we, like, go to the living room or something?" she suggests.
Maura nods, following her girlfriend and closing the door behind her. They walk to the living room and sit down on the couch, staring at each other for a couple of seconds before Jane breaks the silence.
"Okay, so, you're going to know first," she states, "because your last name starts with an I." Maura nods. "I haven't even thought about that. But yes, that's true. How many people are between you and me?" she asks.
Jane thinks for a second before she starts counting on her fingers. "Matthew, Scott, Lindsay, Jackson, uhm, ..., Zoë," she stops at five, still thinking. "Oh! And Sam, 'cause his last name starts with 'P'. So, six?" she says, looking at her fingers to confirm. "Let's say two minutes per person?" the brunette guesses.
"That would mean there's about twelve minutes between you and me," the blonde calculates. "If your theory is right, of course," she adds, the corners of her mouth curling up in a smile.
"You know I'm always right," Jane jokes.
"Always?" Maura counters immediately. "That's not true."
"Yes, it is," Jane says. "And if I'm not right, it's because-"
Maura's phone starts ringing.
She immediately grabs it, looking at the screen. "It's anonymous, and it's only ten past two. Do you really think-"
"Just pick up!" the brunette interrupts nervously.
The blonde hesitates for one more second before answering her phone.
"Maura Isles."
"Hey there Maura. This is Alex, your mentor. I would like to congratulate you, because you've successfully graduated!"
The blonde covers her mouth with her hand, nodding at her girlfriend.
"T-thank you," she stammers, not sure what else to say.
"You've done an incredible job, Maura. Your GPA was 4.0!" he says, clearly proud of her. "Well, I'm sure you'd like to celebrate now, but don't forget to hand in your books and pick up the report card tonight. The school's open for graduates from 7 PM. See you tonight and congratulations once again!"
"See you tonight," the blonde manages before he disconnects, having to call other students as well.
Maura lowers her phone, and before she can even say anything, her girlfriend knocks her over with the force of her hug.
"You did it, Maur!" the brunette says, a proud smile on her face. The blonde smiles too, relief flooding though her body.
"He said I had a GPA of 4.0," she says, pulling back from their hug.
"Well, I wouldn't have thought otherwise," Jane smiles. "Now what do we do for ten more minutes?"
Maura thinks for a bit, pulling Jane's hands apart to make her stop fidgeting. "When's your last soccer game?" she asks, noticing how her girlfriend visibly relaxes at that question.
Jane starts rambling about soccer and Maura lets her go on, although she doesn't know what half of the terms mean. The brunette talks until her phone rings, and she freezes immediately.
"Jay," Maura says softly, taking one of her girlfriend's hands in hers. "It's okay."
The brunette looks into hazel eyes when she presses the phone to her ear, saying her name.
"Hey Jane, this is Alex, your mentor."
"Hi," the brunette replies, because the silence seems to stretch on for hours.
"Although you had us worried after midterms," Alex starts, "you made it. You've graduated, congratulations!"
"You're joking," the brunette says disbelievingly. "Are you serious?"
Maura looks at her, not knowing if it's good or bad.
"Yes Jane, I'm sure," Alex replies. "You did good."
The brunette smiles at that, tears welling up in her eyes. 'I did it', she mouths at Maura, and the blonde is crying already, lifting their entwined hands to her lips to kiss Jane's knuckles.
Alex tells her the same thing as he told Maura, and greets her quickly before hanging up. The brunette slowly lowers her phone, not once breaking eye contact with her girlfriend. She leans in and kisses the blonde languidly, tasting her salty tears on her girlfriend's lips. "We did it," she mumbles against Maura's lips, eyes still closed. Maura's arms wrap around her neck and pull her closer.
The almost constant buzzing of both their phones makes them part after a while.
"I really have to call my Ma," Jane says, unlocking her phone.
The blonde picks up hers as well. "I'll text Frost and Audrey to let them know."
While Jane calls her Ma, the blonde checks their group chat and texts their friends back. Both Frost and Audrey have graduated as well, and her heart swells with pride.
"Matthew and Zoë didn't make it," Maura tells Jane after the brunette has hung up. "Oh, and Claire graduated. I kind of wish she hadn't," she adds, immediately holding her hands up in defense.
"Maura!" Jane says mockingly. "I can't believe such a polite lady like you would say that."
"What?" the blonde shrugs. "She's a bitch."
The brunette gasps, pretending to be shocked. Eventually, she starts smiling. "You know what? I actually don't care. We made it, Frost and Audrey made it, and that's really all that matters."
The blonde smiles as well before getting up from the couch. "Come on." She motions for Jane to get up.
"Whereto?" the brunette questions, raising her eyebrows.
"We have preparing to do. The graduation party tonight at Sam's?"
"You know that doesn't start until eight, right?" Jane asks. "And it's not even two thirty yet."
Maura sighs, rolling her eyes. "You have to go home to collect all your books, find clothes to wear for tonight, dress up, have dinner, do you hair," she trails off when Jane holds up her hand.
"Fine, fine," the brunette says. "How about this. We watch a movie, then it'll be ... four or something. Then I'm going home, find my books, look for clothes and have dinner at my place, while you do your stuff here. Then I'll see you at school when we hand in our books. We both go home after that and dress up, and we'll meet at the crossing around eight?"
Maura lets this sink in before answering. "That sounds like a solid plan," she replies, leaning in for another kiss. "Wear something nice," she says when she pulls back, looking into brown eyes.
"Oh, I will," Jane replies, wiggling her eyebrows. And before Maura has the chance to answer, the brunette has already turned around and makes her way over to the front door, grabbing her coat from the hook. "See you tonight, Maur," she calls over her shoulder. "And we graduated high school!"
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Jane's outfit is carefully hidden by a long jacket. Much to Maura's frustration, the only things visible are her black sneakers and dark blue ripped jeans.
Maura's outfit isn't hidden by her jacket, because she isn't wearing one. The dark blue spaghetti top she's wearing has a dangerously low cut, causing Jane's eyes to fixate on her girlfriend's skin before looking in her eyes.
"You're gorgeous," the brunette states, wrapping an arm around Maura's waist.
The blonde immediately starts to protest. "Jane! If you pull that top out of my skirt, I'll never get it tucked in again."
"Well, in that case ...," the brunette jokes, carefully letting go of her girlfriend's waist, grabbing her hand instead. "Okay, I won't mess up your outfit."
They both laugh at that, and the blonde tries to figure out what Jane is wearing by sneaking her hand under her girlfriend's jacket.
"Uh uh," Jane swats Maura's hand away. "Not yet."
The blonde groans. "Jaaaaane."
"Hush," the brunette says, looking both ways before crossing the street, still holding Maura's hand. "I swear this outfit is ten times better compared to what we have to wear next week."
The official graduation day is next week, when all the speeches will be held and the official certificates will be handed out. They'll all be standing in a gown that doesn't fit and a cap that's way too big for anyone's head, but it doesn't really matter. They made it, and that's all that counts.
It's a ten minute walk to Sam's house, and they can already hear the music when they're walking into the street.
"I bet the cops will be here before midnight," Jane says, rolling her eyes. "Unless he took precautions and told the neighbours about this party, but I doubt he has."
Maura laughs at that, and Jane looks at her affectionately. She grips Maura's hand even tighter, pulling her back a little to make her stop in between street lights, so they're in a darker spot and not very visible from within any of the houses. The blonde looks at her girlfriend curiously, finding brown eyes in the dark.
"What?" the blonde asks, but immediately quiets when her girlfriend slips her arms around her.
"Yes, I'm careful with your top," Jane says before her girlfriend can say anything. She leans in a little, until their foreheads are touching and they're both breathing the same air. "You're so gorgeous, Maura, and I'm so happy," she whispers, and softly presses her lips against Maura's.
Knowing there's nobody around on the streets, the brunette is feeling bold enough to run her tongue over Maura's lips, asking for entrance. Her girlfriend stifles a gasp, but allows her girlfriend to gain control, and she wraps her arms around Jane's neck again. A few minutes later, the brunette pulls back first, one finger tracing Maura's cheek, down to her neck and the valley of her breasts, teasing a little.
"Come here," Maura demands, pulling Jane in for another kiss, that is quickly interrupted by a group of boys walking on the other side of the street.
"Hey lovebirds!" one of them yells. "Care to come inside and party or are you gonna stand here and make out all night?"
The brunette recognizes the voice as Sam's, the one who's hosting the party tonight. He probably went out to pick up a few friends, leaving the house to everyone else for a couple of minutes.
"Move on, jerks," she calls out, smiling. "We'll be there in a few!"
"Sure!" Sam calls back. "Just make sure you pull up her panties before you enter my house, Jane!"
He and his boys laugh out loud at that, probably already drunk. Jane shakes her head with a smile, but doesn't respond to him anymore. She waves them off and kisses Maura again, who is still shocked. She's not used to boys calling them out like that, but she finds she doesn't mind, because Jane's lips are on hers again.
Once they're inside the house, everything goes quickly. They play beer pong with vodka shots, and let's just say that Maura isn't very good at the game, resulting in them losing three times in a row. Jane downed the first couple of shots so her girlfriend didn't have to, but halfway through the second game, the brunette motions for Maura to start drinking as well.
"I'm getting pretty buzzed," Jane says, pupils dilated. "You really have to help me out, Maur. Otherwise I'll be really drunk, and I have to make sure you get back home."
"What do you mean you have to get me home? I think it'll be the other way around," the blonde says, a little offended.
"Believe me," Jane laughs. "You haven't been drunk before. Hell, you haven't even drank alcohol before tonight and you're doing vodka shots right now."
After their third game, Frost and Audrey join them, and they stand back in a corner of the living room to talk to each other. Jane has her arm around Maura's waist to steady the blonde, who's already a little drunk, and because she herself needs some steadying as well.
Jane is talking to Frost when two boys walk past them, whistling at Maura. The blonde turns around to look at them, but her girlfriend steps in before she can say anything.
"Hey," the brunette spits at them. "Keep walking. She's mine."
"Okay, okay," one of them immediately replies, putting his hands up in defense. "But at least let me get her a drink. It's free anyway."
Maura loosens her girlfriend's grip on her waist, turning around. "Jaaane," she starts, still sounding drunk. "Let me go."
The brunette wants to keep Maura here, with her, but she knows Maura isn't her property or someone she can claim. So she lets her go, but not after giving her a long kiss.
Audrey turns at her when the blonde has gone, raising her eyebrows in question. "Do you want me to go and check on her?"
Jane shakes her head. "Nah. I don't want to be an obsessive girlfriend, just let her be."
She talks with Frost and Audrey for a while, until someone turns the music up even louder, making talking impossible. An improvised dance floor is created, and everyone makes room for people who want to dance. Neither one of them wants to dance, so they turn away from the dance floor, heading into the kitchen to be able to talk to each other.
A few minutes into their conversation, a hand wraps around Jane's wrists, making her turn around. Hazel eyes meet hers, and Maura smiles. "Hey," she says. "Do you want to come and dance?"
Jane, who hasn't had alcohol in a while and is sobering up a bit, shakes her head. "You can go, but I'm not dancing."
"It's fun!" the blonde counters, pouting. She's really drunk now, having done beer pong with Jane and getting two (or was it three?) drinks from the boys she was with.
"Dancing has never been fun, Maura," Jane replies, rolling her eyes.
"Come on!" the blonde says, pulling on her girlfriend's wrist. "I'll get you another beer, and then you'll want to dance."
"Yeah, come on, Jane," Frost jokes, which earns him a dirty look from the brunette. "Go Jane!" Audrey says, seconding her friend.
"Please," Maura runs her hands over Jane's hips, distracting her a little. When they entered the house, Jane finally took her jacket off, revealing what she had put on. Aside from her dark blue, ripped jeans, the brunette is wearing a black, lacy crop top that just barely covers her breasts and shows off her entire stomach, abs included. The blonde runs her nails over Jane's stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.
"Fine, I'll dance with you," Jane shivers, eventually giving in.
"Yay!" the blonde says excitedly, pulling the brunette with her to the dance floor.
It's of course then that a really slow, romantic song comes on, and Jane groans. "Really?"
But Maura doesn't care, pulling her girlfriend in for a kiss that is slow and romantic as well. It doesn't take long before hands start roaming over each other's bodies, especially over the brunette's bare stomach and back.
"God, I love your outfit," the blonde says in Jane's ear. "You're so beautiful."
They're pulled out of their haze when the music switches to a quicker song, more upbeat and danceable. The blonde immediately takes advantage of this, pulling herself out of Jane's embrace before she starts dancing.. Jane can only watch, eyes wide and pupils dilated, from alcohol but mostly from arousal. Her girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the room. Hell, in the world even.
The blonde sways her hips to the music, throwing a seductive look over her shoulder. Suddenly, Jane grabs Maura's hips and pulls her closer, until her front is flush against Maura's backside."Fucking tease," she growls into her girlfriend's ear.
Maura's breath hitches, but she picks herself up quickly. "I thought you'd enjoy it."
"Who knew that modest, well-behaved ballerina could move her hips like that?"
"I am well-behaved," the blonde counters, lips curling up in a seductive smile.
"Is that so?" Jane asks, running her hands over her girlfriend's stomach before turning her around. She knows at least a few people must be looking at them, because they're still in the middle of the dance floor, but she finds she doesn't care. Pressing her lips against Maura's, she pulls the blonde's carefully tucked in top out of her skirt, just to put her hands on her girlfriend's skin.
Maura pulls away a little too quickly for her drunk head, and she stumbles, grabbing Jane's arm to keep standing upright.
"Jane! My top," she pouts, looking at her girlfriend.
"I don't care," the brunette replies. "Besides, it's going to come off when we get home anyways."
The blonde smiles at that, throwing her arms around Jane again. "I want to go home now." She slurs a little, and Jane tries to make eye contact, a little worried.
"Maur," she says, trying to get her girlfriend's attention. "How much have you had to drink?"
The blonde doesn't respond at first, so Jane tries again, turning Maura's head towards her.
"How much have you had to drink?" she repeats.
Hazel eyes focus on her for a second before they drift away, and Maura starts laughing. "I don't remember," she giggles, untangling herself from Jane. "Those boys got me more vodka. Don't know how much. And before that we did beer pong! Remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Jane laughs. "I'm surprised that you remember."
"I'm not stupid," the blonde pouts again, closing her eyes for a bit. "I'm tired."
Jane smiles. "Okay, Maur. Let's go home then."
The blonde grabs her girlfriend's hand, pulling them off the dance floor and towards the front door. She sways a little and has to steady herself against the wall, giggling. "Jane," she starts, turning around to look at the brunette. "Come here." She motions for Jane to come closer and lean in a little. "I'm drunk," she whispers in the brunette's ear, pulling back only to start laughing again.
"You're kidding," Jane replies with a smile. "Wait here, Maur. I have to tell Frost and Audrey that we're leaving. No- Come with me. I don't trust you to stay put."
The brunette leads them through the house and into the kitchen, where their friends are still talking to each other.
"You're back!" Frost says. "You didn't die of embarrassment while dancing."
"Ha ha. Very funny," Jane replies, still holding Maura's hand. "We're going home. This one here," she points at her girlfriend, "is a little too drunk."
"I am not," the blonde interrupts. "Not too drunk."
Both Frost and Audrey laugh, and Jane rolls her eyes.
"I think we'll leave soon as well," Audrey says. "I'm a bit bored talking to him for the past hour," she pokes at Frost with a smile. "No, just kidding. I might talk to those girls over there, but I doubt we'll stay for much longer."
"Yeah, I think I'm heading home soon," Frost agrees. "See you next week at graduation, girls."
They all hug, congratulating each other on graduating, because they hadn't done that yet. Then they say their goodbyes, and Jane grabs their jackets from where they left them on a stack of chairs in a corner before dragging Maura with her. When they're passing a couple that's making out against the wall, she feels Maura squeeze her hand, a promise of what's to come.
Jane walks outside first, pulling her girlfriend with her into the night air. She decides it's best to wrap an arm around the blonde's waist, so she does, her hand sneaking under Maura's top.
Maura smiles, looking at her girlfriend, who still looks stunning in the middle of the night. Although the brunette is a little sweaty, her outfit is still 'on point', and the blonde can't seem to keep her eyes off of her girlfriend's abs. She puts her arm around Jane's waist as well, directly touching her skin.
"You should wear outfits like this more often," she says. "I love it."
"I love you," the brunette replies, lifting up her girlfriend's chin for a short kiss.
When they part, both of them are smiling.
"I love you too, Jay."
Let me know what you think. I'm still not sure about the entire epilogue/spin-off thingy. It seems more people want a spin-off, so I'll see what I can do.