Rizzles Ficlets

by lespetitesmorts

A collection of random, unrelated ficlets concerning Rizzles. Various ratings. Most likely will contain lots and lots of fluff. I found a lot of headcanons on tumblr, and some of them inspired me so a few of those are here. I take requests through PM on here or through tumblr: lespetitesmortsde. Please note, I will update whenever possible, but there is no regular schedule.

38. Oh My Darling, Clementine

Jane stood with her arms crossed, mildly glaring at the doctor who was attempting to use her feminine wiles to achieve her ends.

"Please, Jane? I'll make it up to you," Maura purred as she fluttered her eyelashes. Jane just mutely shook her head. "Well," Maura huffed, straightening up and moving away from the detective. "If seduction won't work on you, I'll just have to annoy you into submission."

Jane's eyes widened. "Come on, Maur, it's an exhibit of old bits of metal that've been glued together! I don't want to go!"

Maura simply smiled before opening her mouth to sing, "In a cavern in a canyon, excavating for a mine, dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter, Clementine."

"Oh hell no." Jane muttered, fleeing the kitchen and heading for the bedroom.

Maura followed, calling after Jane in a lilting, musical voice, "Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clementine! Thou art lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine!"

"Maura!" Jane reprimanded, tossing the words behind her as she sought solace in a corner of their bedroom.

"Light she was and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine. Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine!"

Jarringly, Jane knocked her head against the wall; Maura was so not playing fair.

"Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clementine! Thou art lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine!" Maura was only slightly alarmed at the sight of Jane banging her had on the wall. She stepped up behind her detective and wrapped her arms around the slender waist. She reached up briefly to swipe a portion of Jane's hair away from her neck before planting a nuzzling kiss there.

Jane stopped torturing her skull.

"Please, Jane? I'll never sing that song to you again," Maura promised, placing butterfly kisses along the tan skin of her neck and jaw.

Jane sighed softly at the feel of her doctor's lips. "Fine," she breathed softly and felt Maura smile against her collar. Maura spun Jane around and planted a loving kiss on the brunette's lips.

"Thanks, Jane!" she said happily, entwining her fingers with the detective's graceful counterparts before leading the two of them out the door.