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CHAPTER 7: Angela Rizzoli
Jane woke to a soft click that sounded vaguely like her front door closing. Frowning slightly and assuming it was a neighbour, she forgot about the disturbance as the honey blonde that she was spooned against, moaned gently in her sleep. Tightly pressed to the back of her lover, Jane had one arm under the doctor's neck and the other wrapped around her body, holding Maura's hand and resting between a perfect pair of breasts, Jane drifted back into a state of half-sleep.
Angela Rizzoli softly clicked the front door shut to her daughter's apartment and was startled at all of the clothes strewn around the room. Nice clothes. Fancy clothes. Jane doesn't own nice clothes like this, does she? She took a few steps towards the couch and picked up an expensive looking lacy bra. Size DD. Unless Janie has put on some weight, this ain't hers! Angela quickly put it down again. She smiled a huge smile. She's seeing someone! The she frowned at the fact that her daughter had felt the need to hide it from her.
Jane had been 'out' to her parents for some time now but she had yet to take anyone that she was seeing, to meet them. Angela wasn't sure what to make of Jane's hesitancy but she was sure it was because she just hadn't met the right girl yet. She had confided in her mother about two of her past relationships but neither lasted long enough for her to meet them.
Angela softly and cautiously padded her way to Jane's bedroom door. Seeing that it was slightly ajar, she peeked in and her suspicions were confirmed. The brunette's back was to the door and she could see the body of a smaller woman in front of her. She smiled again. She loved her daughter and really wanted her to find someone and settle down. Maybe even give her grand babies one day.
She decided to risk it and poke her head in, lightly tapping on the door. Knock knock. "Janie, baby?" She tried to speak softly but it wasn't in her nature to be soft spoken. The Italian woman's voice, whilst not harsh, was loud enough to startle Jane out of her half asleep state.
The cop let go of Maura's hand and pulled the sheet higher up over their naked torsos. Maura stirred but didn't wake up during all of this. Jane turned towards her mother and hissed, "Ma?! What the hell are you doin' here?!"
"I just came to see you. I haven't seen you in a week! Don't be so ungrateful!" Angela tried to keep her voice to a whisper but she was cranky at her daughter's response to her visit.
"Awww Ma, sorry. You can't just let yourself into my apartment though. Why didn't you call?" Jane slid to the edge of the bed and tried to make sure Maura stayed covered but the blonde noticed the lack of warmth and rolled onto her back.
Starting to wake up, she stretched without opening her eyes and reached out for her younger lover. "Mmmmmm, Jane?" She rolled towards Jane and finally opened her eyes when she couldn't find the body she was looking for. Jane quickly pulled the sheet up again and blushed as she looked towards her mother.
Angela was highly amused. She looked up at the ceiling when the blonde had exposed her upper body but she looked back down once Jane had her covered again. She studied the stranger's face with intensity and met Maura's startled gaze as she opened her eyes for the first time that morning.
For Jane, it all happened way too quickly. She cleared her throat and introduced her mother to her lover. "Uh, Ma. This is Maura. Maur, this is my Ma." She nervously turned her head to look at the blonde, only covered in a sheet with the sexiest bed hair you've ever seen.
The professor looked up at Jane and gently sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. "Mrs Rizzoli, it's nice to meet you." She held a hand out. Even naked in her student's bed, Maura was polite. It was engrained into her.
The Rizzoli matriarch took a few steps closer to the bed and reached for the doctor's hand, giving it a firm shake. "Nice to meet you Maura but just call me Angela. Mrs Rizzoli was my mother-in-law. God rest her soul." She said as she crossed herself like a good Catholic would. "How did you meet my Janie? Do you work—"
"Alright Ma! We're not playin' twenty questions today. Can ya leave the room so we can get up and dressed?" Jane's phone buzzed to signal an incoming text message. She reached over to her bedside table to read it and quickly typed a reply. "Aaaand, I gotta go to work in an hour."
"Oh, you do?" Maura pouted.
Angela watched the two of them from the doorway.
"Yeah, sorry babe. I just got a message from a friend. They need me to cover their shift." The cop looked apologetically at her lover. "But I'll come over later." She leaned over and kissed the blonde quickly and turned back to her mother. "MA!"
"Alright, I'm goin'! Sheesh. Relax Janie. It's not like I haven't seen ya naked before." She laughed at the embarrassment she knew that statement would cause as she left the room and went to make the girls breakfast.
"Fuck! Sorry Maur." Jane was pretty embarrassed. She got up and closed the door to her room. "You want a shower?"
"Don't be silly. Your mother seems wonderful!" She laid back down in the bed. "You go first. You have to get ready for work."
"K. Unless you wanna join me?" Jane wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"With your mother in the other room?!"
"I can be quiet." The cop teased.
"Ha! I don't think so." She got up and walked over to the brunette and reached her arms around her neck to pull her in for a kiss. Jane's hands automatically slid down soft hips and settled on the blonde's toned ass. Maura pressed her body tighter to the athletic frame she was holding as their kiss grew heated. It slowly calmed down and they reluctantly let go of each other. Maura grabbed a robe off the back of the bedroom door whilst Jane got into the shower.
Making her way into the kitchen, Maura greeted Jane's mother with a smile. "Come and sit, Maura. Tell me about yourself." Angela's welcoming nature put the doctor at ease. She sat across from the older woman on one of the stools and received the cup of coffee Angela handed to her. "Do you take cream? Sugar?"
"A little cream, thank you." The blonde politely requested.
"Such lovely manners!" Angela passed the cream across to the younger woman and spoke again. "So, how do you and Janie know each other?" She enquired.
"Well, Jane is actually my student." She looked into her cup, not knowing how the information would be received.
"Oh! So you're a professor?" Angela held her tongue at the bombardment of questions that racked up in her brain. She did her best to maintain her composure and kept fixing the pancake mix she was making.
"Yes, I am." Unwilling to divulge information she wasn't sure Jane wanted her to share, she kept her answer short.
"Ok. Uh, so… How old are you?" The most important thing for Jane's mother was to figure out if this was a casual relationship or not. She saw the way her daughter looked at the professor and once Jane had opened up her heart to someone, they were in it forever. She did not want her baby hurt by some professor who picked up much younger students and exploited them for sex. She felt her defences rise the longer Maura took to answer.
"I, umm, I'm…" Maura uncharacteristically stammered, "I'm 33" She finally got out.
"I see." The older woman's voice was full of judgement and disappointment.
Before she could comment, Jane walked out with her usual swagger, dressed in her police uniform.
Maura was immediately distracted. Oh Lord, give me strength! WOW! Just wow!
Jane, however, picked up on the tension between the two women. "What's wrong, Ma?"
"You're dating your teacher?!" She tried to remain unemotional but she was known to get hysterical fairly quickly without much warning. "And one that is significantly older than you?! Is she bribing you? Making you have sex with her for good grades? You can tell me, baby—"
Jane cut her off forcefully, "Wha? NO! What the fuck, Ma? She is not bribing me! Why would you even— and why the hell are you hassling with all the questions?! I told you to leave it. Shit!" Aggravated, Jane ran her hand through her unruly curls and looked over at Maura.
"Janie, I—"
"No, Ma! I don't wanna hear it."
Slightly amused yet annoyed at the older woman's line of questioning, Maura got up from the stool and smiled gently at Jane. "Jane, it's okay. I'm going to shower. Talk with your mother and sort it out. Can I borrow some clothes?" At Jane's assent, she smiled politely at Angela and made her way to the bathroom and away from the tension in the kitchen.
"Ok, so what the hell was that about?" Jane interrogated her mother.
Taking a step back at the angry brunette, Angela held her hands up in defeat. "I'm sorry, okay? She's a nice woman, Janie, but she's 33 AND your professor for goodness sake! I had to make sure nothin' strange was going' on." She defended herself.
Jane sighed. "Alright Ma but you don't need to worry about me. God! I'm 25 not 18 and Maura is only 8 years older than me. It's not a big deal." Her tone of voice left little room for argument.
"Ok, Okay! I get it. Butt out. I'm sorrrry!" She knew when to quit. She had enough information about the professor to get her by until her daughter calmed down and was willing to share more. She finished cooking and plated up two pancakes for Jane and poured some coffee for her. "Here baby, sit down and eat."
"Thanks, Ma." She pulled her mother in for a side hug and kissed her temple. She was grateful for her mother no matter how difficult she could be. She always wanted what was best for her kids and they knew that.
Stuffing the last large forkful of pancake into her mouth, she almost bit her tongue when the doctor reemerged from the bedroom. With her makeup done and not one hair out of place, Maura looked as stunning as usual. What had Jane sitting with her mouth hanging open was what her lover was wearing. "Uh, Maur? I don't think those are my clothes?" She questioned.
"Of course they are. They were hanging in your closet." Maura stated as she picked up last night's heels and donned the 5 inch nude coloured Christian Louboutins. They matched the deep red top and high-waisted navy blue skirt that Maura was wearing.
Jane's top and skirt. Uhhh, they are so not my clothes. The cop walked over to the blonde and took a closer look at the clothes. "Oh! These are mine. That's the top you got me for my birthday last year, Ma. It was too baggy around the chest." She smirked as she took in how tight the bust was stretched on the petite woman wearing it. "And that skirt isn't supposed to be worn that high but damn, Maur, you know how to dress." She helped the professor up and they held hands, smiling at one another. They were a little closer in height due to Maura's heels and Jane's lack of footwear.
The doctor ran her hands across the cop's collarbone over her shirt and rested her hands on strong shoulders, whispering, "Thanks, gorgeous. You look extremely sexy in that uniform. Wear it to my place?"
Holding the blonde's waist, Jane leaned down for a kiss and smirked confidently. "Seriously? This does it for ya?" She laughed at the look on her lover's face and the quick nod. "Ok, babe. Whatever you want." They kissed again and they pulled apart.
Maura quickly gathered her things and moved to the front door. "Call me when you finish work." She asked Jane. At the nod, she addressed Angela, "It was nice to meet you, Angela."
"Yes, you too, Maura. Uh, sorry about the questioning and all that. I get a little carried away when it comes to my kids." She smiled apologetically once again.
"Understatement of the century!" Jane groaned and walked over to the doorway.
"No problem. I understand." The doctor kissed Jane once more and left.
Jane stood at the door for a short moment, missing the blonde's presence already, then turned around to her mother. "I gotta go too, Ma. Thanks for breakfast."
"Of course, Janie. It was no trouble. I'll clean up a bit and lock the door on the way out." As an afterthought, she added, "You should invite Maura to family dinner next Sunday!"
Jane rolled her eyes at her mother. "No way, Ma! We've only been together for like a week!" At her mother's shocked expression, she quickly grabbed her keys and wallet, and made her way to her car. She did not want to wait around to hear the Italian woman's emotional response to her daughter sleeping with someone after just one week. She was looking forward to the 8 hour shift ahead. She needed something to distract her and work was perfect for that.