It was a lovely, sunny Boston morning. The kind of day where you should be outside, soaking up some rays, or doing laps in a neighbour's convenient backyard pool. Or, if you happen to be lucky enough to have as gorgeous a girlfriend as Jane Rizzoli does, it was the opportune day to wake up slowly, limbs wrapped comfortably around the aforementioned goddess.
She slipped from the warm embrace gently, careful not to rouse her bed mate. A small whimper was the only indication that Maura even registered the loss of contact, and it brought a smile to Jane's face. She snuck off to the kitchen, doing her level best to brew the coffee as quietly as possible. Once she had succeeded, she steadily brought two cups back into the bedroom and placed one on the nightstand by the stunningly beautiful, sleeping doctor.
Setting her own mug on her own table, she climbed back into bed and the embrace she'd left moments ago. A contented sigh escaped Maura's lips and she smiled as she wrapped her arms around her detective.
Jane reached over for her coffee and took a sip, not noticing that Maura had opened her eyes and was trying to will the coffee over to herself. Just as Jane reached to put the mug back down, Maura snatched it out of her hands and took a large sip, moaning contently at the comfort it brought.
Jane smacked her lightly on the arm, "Hey! That's my coffee!" She huffed. "Yours is over there," she pointed to the other side of the still prone doctor.
Maura blushed, "Whoops. But yours tastes better."
"Only because it's stolen," Jane scoffed. Maura sat up and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Love you," she offered, smiling behind her coffee cup.
Jane shook her head. Honestly, that woman... "Love you, too."