This could not be happening. Maura absolutely refused to believe that this was possible. There was no way that she didn't have any clean clothes here. She always had clean clothes at Jane's. A good quarter of her wardrobe was here. Or at least, used to be here. Until they'd decided to move in together and crap, she'd moved all her stuff back to her house. Along with most of Jane's clothing.
If Maura Isles could swear, now would be the perfect opportunity to throw out an f-bomb.
She groaned as she deliberated her options. She could either wear the clothes she came here in last night (although the shirt did have that red wine stain...) or she could, gasp, wear something of Jane's.
Not that there was anything wrong with Jane's wardrobe! The detective looked attractive in all of her garments. But Maura was a chic dress and sky-high heels kind of girl. And Jane... well, Jane was not.
She sighed as she opened the door to Jane's closet. It was one day, nay, it was a mere eightish hours and she'd have scrubs on for half that time. She could do this.
Settling on one of Jane's black suits, Maura stepped out of her towel and into the outfit.
"Maura, coffee's ready, we gotta go, babe," Jane called from the kitchen.
"Be right down!" Maura answered, fixing her hair in the bathroom mirror. She left the bedroom and entered the kitchen.
"Do you want a bagel or-" words stopped flowing from her mouth once Jane looked at Maura. "You're in my clothes." She stated obviously, a lump forming in her throat. The clothes were a little big for the petite pathologist, but it was tight and form fitting in all the right places. The pants hung loosely on her hips, but the white shirt tucked into them helped keep them falling down. Jane absently licked her lips.
Maura frowned, looking down at herself. "Is it not okay? I just didn't have any clean-" Jane stifled any more comments with a lingering kiss, almost throwing herself across the kitchen at Maura.
"Maur, you look sexy as hell right now."
"Language, Jane!" Maura protested mildly, smiling.
"Seriously, if we didn't actually have to leave for work right this very minute, I would have you on your back because you seriously don't know what seeing you like this is doing to me."
Maura cast her scientific eye over the detective, noting the faint flush and dilated pupils among other signs of arousal. She quirked an eyebrow and grinned suggestively at the detective.
"I think I may have to borrow your clothes more often..."