As ever, I own none of these lovely characters.
I sent out my novel today so I felt like celebrating by writing something. Eek. Fingers crossed...
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it really made my day and made me smile, which hasn't been easy of late.
A short chapter but I hope you like it.
Jane Rizzoli loves to drive. In her busy and noisy life it is always a quiet time for her; a time for her to be on her own and to reflect: to think. It is a time where she is not harangued by anyone; there is no one demanding her time or attention, not her partner Frost, Korsak, her boss Cavanaugh, or her Ma, Frankie, Tommy, not even Maura. Maura: the beautiful and intelligent Chief Medical Examiner of Massachusetts. Truth be told Jane loves it when her friend wants to spend time with her, and tell her facts that she never even knew she wanted to know, Jane doesn't see spending time with Maura as a chore, in fact she wants her all to herself. Oh yes, Detective Jane Rizzoli has it bad. She is head over heels in love with the petite woman. She always has been. Maura is completely oblivious to the fact and that was fine with Jane. Jane would never cross the line and ruin their friendship, so LLBFFs they were. It isn't quite the acronym Jane wants, but it will have to do.
So as she drives to a date in Maura's car, she does what she always does when driving, and that is she uses this time to imagine her life with Maura, as her partner. When she thinks about it she sees the life they already have, well at least part of it, as the one she fully pictures is one where they are lovers, where she doesn't have to stop herself from staring at the beautiful honey blonde; where they can be everything to each other; where she can make love to the woman of her dreams; it isn't so different from what they have now, it is a life that she is already so comfortable and sure in, she dreads a man coming into Maura's life and taking the Doctor away from her. It is why she really does not relish the thought of having dinner with one of Maura's potential suitors. It sucks. It truly sucks.
It doesn't help either that she is finding it difficult to drive in Maura's four inch heels, it is proving distracting, as distracting as not glancing down at the hemline of the form-fitting dress that keeps riding further and further up the delicious white flesh of Maura's shapely thighs. It is a wonder she hasn't crashed. With that and the cleavage dangerously close to Maura's chin, she should have taken a taxi and drunk her way through what is bound to be the most awkward few hours of her life. How else was she going to deal with being so close and yet so far to being with Maura?
The feeling of being in Maura's skin was maddening. All she could smell was Maura's scent. She spent most of her time smelling that, but thankfully every now and then work would rear its head and Jane would manage to escape the olfactory explosion that she felt every time she was within five feet of Maura. The smell of her skin combined with her perfume, body butter and shampoo perfectly complimented each other and always drove Jane to distraction. It was a wonder she was able to be as competent at her job as she was or even hold a coherent conversation around Maura. Being in Maura's body, inside her was just too much. Every breath she took, every lungful of air that she inhaled was perfectly scented; it was as if she were inhaling the elixir of life. With a frustrated huff, Jane exhales.
"Stoopid Prius. Goddamned dinner. Why did she make me wear this damned dress? And who in their right mind can do anything in these stoopid shoes? Meeting stupid men for dinner in a fancy restaurant."
Jane mutters in this way for the entirety of the journey, occasionally wondering about how Maura is getting on with Frankie. Jane is sure that everything is fine and she is confident that nothing will happen. Frankie wouldn't say anything to drop her in it. No. It would be fine.
"Get it together Rizzoli, time to channel Googlemouth."
She approaches the restaurant, thinking about how Maura would act and talk, stopping to pass the car keys to the valet, trying her damndest not to trip or stumble in those heels. Maura certainly would never stumble, how she squats in those heels was beyond her, that perfect ass poking out just enough, drawing attention to...
"Quit it Rizzoli. Come on. Jeez, I gotta stop talking to myself!"
It now strikes Jane that in her haze of dealing with all of this that she completely forgot to find out what Roger looked like. It was too late now. As Jane walks through the doors she scans the room only to see a good-looking man stand and wave. The man is dressed in a suit that looks as if it has been tailored by Saville Row. His white shirt is tight on his taut pecs and shows off his tan, his rugged jaw peppered with blonde stubble and hair any woman would be proud of. If these two had kids they would be supermodels. Nobel-prize winning supermodels.
Perfect. Not only was Roger also a Doctor, but he was the spitting image of David Beckham. She didn't stand a chance. She was going to have to be a bridesmaid at their wedding; a godmother to their children. As Jane stalks towards him she steels a breath and tries to quell the feeling of nausea threatening to empty the contents of Maura's stomach, she really really wasn't looking forward to this.
A/N Should I wrap up soon? What do you think?