*14 Months ago*
Christmas Eve at the Rizzoli household is always a special time. Angela decorates the house with festive devotion. The windows are framed with twinkling string lights, and the air is filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies and pine needles. In the living room, a beautifully adorned Christmas tree stands tall, surrounded by carefully wrapped presents beneath its branches. The fire in the hearth crackles softly, spreading a cozy warmth throughout the room. Maura steps into the inviting living room, taking in the atmosphere. Jane had described in vivid detail how chaotic and joyous Rizzoli Christmases were, her eyes lighting up with childlike excitement. Maura sighs quietly, heading straight for the sofa where Angela and Nina are seated. Despite the gentle melancholy in their eyes, both women radiate warmth. Everyone misses the family members who aren't present.
"Merry Christmas, Maura," Angela says warmly, pulling her into a tight embrace. "It's so good to have you here."
"Thank you, Angela," Maura replies, smiling gratefully. "It's wonderful to be here."
They gather around the dining table, which is laden with a bountiful feast. The table is adorned with candles, festive napkins, and sparkling decorations. Silver platters hold a juicy roast turkey, roasted vegetables, and an array of side dishes, all lovingly prepared by Angela. The delicious aroma of the meal mingles with the scents of cinnamon and cloves, rising from a steaming bowl of spiced punch.
"It's truly beautiful here," Maura says as she spoons some mashed potatoes onto her plate. "Jane told me about it, but seeing it in person surpasses all her stories."
"Thank you," Angela responds with a smile. "We try to keep the traditions alive, even if not everyone can be here."
They enjoy the meal together, sharing stories and memories. Though their loved ones are missing, they manage to maintain a warm and inviting atmosphere. The candles flicker gently, casting a soft glow over their faces.
"It's always hard when they're deployed," Nina says quietly, taking a sip of wine. "But we knew what we were signing up for." Maura nods in agreement. "It's nice that we can spend this evening together. It makes the waiting a little more bearable," Angela adds with a smile.
After dinner, they move to the living room, where the fire crackles warmly, and the presents under the tree seem to be patiently awaiting their moment. Their conversations shift to lighter topics, and they laugh over shared memories and amusing anecdotes. Yet the melancholy lingers, a subtle whisper in the background.
As the clock strikes ten, a peaceful stillness settles over the snow-covered landscape outside. Just as Angela suggests ending the evening with hot cocoa by the fire, the sound of footsteps on the porch catches everyone's attention. Maura holds her breath, her eyes widening in anticipation.
The door opens slowly, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. Frankie and Jane step inside, exhausted and weary, their eyes shadowed with fatigue, their uniforms wrinkled and stained with dirt. Their faces are smudged, and their hair is tousled. Relief shines in their eyes, the relief of being home at last. Everyone in the room lights up at the sight of them.
"We made it," Frankie says, his voice filled with emotion as he pulls Nina into a tight embrace. "Merry Christmas, honey."
Jane heads straight for Maura, her eyes sparkling with joy despite her obvious exhaustion. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she whispers, pulling Maura into a deep embrace. "I missed you so much." Maura leans into Jane, breathing in the warmth and comfort of her presence. As she gazes at Jane's face, she notices a small drop of blood on Jane's cheek. Gently, she wipes it away, her eyes filled with concern. Jane shakes her head, offering a soft smile. "I'm fine."
Jane and Frankie let go of Maura and Nina and wrap their arms around Angela, whose eyes are brimming with tears. "Hi, Mom," they say in unison, their voices tired but full of love. Angela hugs her children tightly before wrinkling her nose and declaring, "Go shower, you stink!" Jane and Frankie laugh and follow their mother's orders, returning half an hour later, freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes.
The room fills with laughter and loving words. They all settle together in the living room, the fire still crackling softly in the background. The melancholy that had once filled the space fades away, replaced by the warm, heartfelt mood of reunion. As the night wears on and the fire slowly dies down, they all feel wrapped in the love and joy of this special Christmas Eve. Maura and Jane sit close, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the peaceful, quiet moments together.
Jane reaches into her bag and pulls out a small, carefully wrapped gift. "This is for you. It's nothing big, but I hope it means something."
Maura opens the gift gently and finds a delicate silver necklace with a star-shaped pendant inside. The star is finely crafted and sparkles in the soft light of the fire. Tears of emotion well up in her eyes.
"It's beautiful," Maura whispers, looking at Jane with deep affection. "Thank you."
"The star is to remind you that you're always my light in the darkness," Jane says softly. "No matter how far apart we are, I'll always find my way back to you."
Maura pulls Jane into a tight embrace and whispers in her ear, "I love you, Jane."
xxx A few hours later xxx
Jane sits on the edge of the bed, her eyes following Maura's movements as she finishes her nightly routine, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The magic of Christmas Eve still lingers in the air. Outside, the world is quiet, the cold air and freshly fallen snow muffling every sound, wrapping everything in a momentary peace.
Maura steps closer to Jane, her heart quickening at the intimacy of the moment. She can see the exhaustion and the strain of the last few days in Jane's eyes and in the way her body carries itself. Jane reaches up, gently brushing her hand along Maura's arm, her touch tender and filled with longing.
"It feels so good to be home with you," Jane whispers, looking up at Maura, her eyes glistening softly in the dim light. Maura places her hands on Jane's shoulders, letting her fingers trail gently over Jane's face. "I've missed you so much," Maura murmurs, her voice trembling with emotion.
Jane takes Maura's hands in hers, drawing her even closer until Maura is standing between her legs. She rests her forehead against Maura's stomach, inhaling deeply, her arms wrapping securely around Maura's waist. "Me too," Jane mumbles. Maura strokes Jane's hair softly, savoring the warmth and closeness. For a moment, the world outside ceases to exist—the cold of the winter night, the snow, the silence—all of it fades away as they share this peaceful moment.
Jane lifts the oversized shirt that Maura is wearing, pressing soft kisses along Maura's stomach as her hands begin to slide down, gently tugging at Maura's slip. Her kisses are tender, slow, and Maura closes her eyes, losing herself in the sensation. After a while, Jane leans back on the bed, pulling Maura with her until Maura is straddling her lap. Jane draws her even closer, their lips meeting in a soft, sensual kiss—a kiss filled with longing. They kiss until time loses all meaning, and the world around them blurs.
Maura feels Jane's hands sliding up her back, sending a shiver through her. She closes her eyes and surrenders to the warmth and tenderness of Jane's touch, the intimacy they share heightened by the quietness of the night and the snow falling outside, amplifying the sense of closeness between them.
"I love you," Jane whispers against Maura's lips, her voice barely more than a breath.
"I love you too," Maura replies softly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "More than anything."
Maura lifts her arms as Jane takes the hem of the shirt and pulls it off with a fluid motion. Jane lets her fingertips trail down Maura's arms, before capturing her lips in another kiss, her hands slowly exploring Maura's body, the touch delicate and sensual. Jane kisses her way down Maura's neck, trailing soft kisses along her collarbone, while her fingers lightly graze Maura's thighs. Maura reaches for Jane's hands, guiding them to her breasts. "Impatient, are we?" Jane teases, beginning to gently massage Maura's soft curves. Her lips brush over Maura's nipples before she takes them lightly between her lips, eliciting a soft moan from Maura, who leans forward, deepening the sensation. After long, lingering moments, Jane lies back, pulling Maura with her.
She grips Maura's hips, guiding her up until she is kneeling directly over Jane's face. Maura hesitates, but Jane's firm hands encourage her to let go, pulling her down. Jane massages Maura's hips with one hand and teases her breast with the other. The scent of Maura's arousal fills the air, and Jane closes her eyes, savoring the familiar, intoxicating taste.
Maura grips the headboard tightly, her movements becoming more instinctive as she loses control of her hips. It's the slow, deliberate rhythm of Jane's tongue—the almost melancholic laziness—that eventually pushes Maura over the edge, sending her spiraling into bliss.
She collapses onto her side, breathing heavily. "That was…" she pants. Jane, smiling, slides beside her and kisses her softly. Maura tastes herself on Jane's lips and eagerly opens her mouth, welcoming Jane's tongue. She loses all sense of time and place as their lips move together, waves of pleasure reigniting inside her. Jane lays beside her, her hand sliding down Maura's stomach, finding its way between her legs once more. She slips two fingers inside, pushing Maura toward another climax. "Look at me," Jane commands softly, and Maura opens her eyes. She gazes into Jane's deep, chocolate-brown eyes, filled with a possessive intensity. "Cum for me," Jane whispers, and Maura obeys.
Outside, the snow falls softly, covering the world in a peaceful blanket of white, while inside, the love and warmth between Maura and Jane burn brightly, like a comforting fire. It's a night of reconnection, intimacy, and deep, unspoken understanding.
xxx The morning after xxx
Jane quietly steps into the house, gently closing the door behind her. She pauses for a moment, her gaze lingering as she watches Maura across the sunlit living room. The room glows in the soft morning light, and Maura, unaware of Jane's presence, moves gracefully, humming softly to herself. She is wearing that oversized shirt again, the one that only half covers her hips. Beneath it, a delicate black lace slip hugs her, highlighting her curves in a way that makes Jane's breath catch. Maura's hips sway gently, her movements hypnotic, and Jane feels a familiar warmth spread through her body—a gentle, rising heat, like the first rays of sunlight on a warm summer morning. A smile, pure and unguarded, stretches across Jane's face. Maura is breathtaking, and Jane's fingertips tingle in anticipation of the softness of Maura's skin she knows she'll soon touch.
Barefoot, Jane crosses the room, stepping up behind Maura with quiet grace. She gently sweeps Maura's honey-blonde hair over one shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. Maura leans back slightly, tilting her head to the side, inviting Jane's touch. "You were loud last night," Jane murmurs, her tone teasing, the smug grin evident in her voice. Maura laughs softly, relaxed and at ease. Jane wishes she could freeze this moment, keep it forever. She tugs the loose neckline of Maura's shirt to the side, trailing kisses along her shoulder. Then, with a sure hand, she slips it under the waistband of Maura's slip, her fingers finding their way between Maura's legs. "So wet," Jane whispers, her voice hushed. It only takes a few minutes before Maura is trembling with release, the intensity of it crashing over her like a volcanic eruption.
"Good morning, beautiful," Jane murmurs as Maura turns in her arms, stealing a soft, affectionate kiss.
"Went for a run?" Maura asks, her hand resting gently on Jane's cheek. Jane nods. "Bad dreams?" Maura's voice is soft, filled with understanding. Jane nods again. Maura leans forward, pressing her lips to Jane's slightly parted mouth, before playfully biting her lower lip. "I need a shower," Jane laughs, catching Maura's wandering hands.
Maura slips out of Jane's embrace and heads toward the bedroom. She pauses at the bathroom door, glancing back over her shoulder with a playful grin. "Are you coming?" she asks, her voice light, her smile full of mischief.
xxx New Year's Eve xxx
It's New Year's Eve, and the city is buzzing with festive excitement. The lights of the buildings twinkle, and the streets are alive with people saying goodbye to the old year and welcoming the new. Maura and Jane make their way to an exclusive club with a rooftop terrace offering the perfect view of the fireworks. Jane would have preferred a quiet night at home, but Maura wanted to go dancing.
Maura wears an elegant black dress that flatters her figure, while Jane is dressed in a stylish, dark blue jumpsuit that makes her skin glow. The crisp winter air tingles on their skin as they step out of the taxi and enter the club. The music filters outside, and inside, the atmosphere is warm and inviting.
The club's interior is vibrant, filled with strings of lights hanging from the ceiling, and the walls shimmer with festive decorations. The air hums with laughter and conversation, and on the dance floor, people sway to the rhythm of the music. Maura and Jane make their way through the crowd, finding a cozy spot in a lounge area outfitted with plush sofas and soft cushions. They sit down, and the dim lighting creates an intimate atmosphere.
Jane smiles at Maura and gently strokes her arm. "What would you like to drink?" she asks softly, the reflection of the disco lights dancing in her eyes. Maura pauses for a moment before deciding on an Amaretto sour. Jane nods and stands to go to the bar. Maura watches as Jane moves gracefully through the crowd, her eyes following every smooth movement. There's something magnetic about the way Jane carries herself, a quiet confidence mixed with a subtle dominance that Maura had found irresistibly sexy from the moment they met. She remembers their first encounter at the gas station, how a shiver ran down her spine when Jane, with a smile in her voice, had whispered that she hated the place too. She was mesmerized by the toned, sun-kissed back of the stranger moving with such certainty through the shop, a certainty that Maura had found so alluring even then.
As Jane waits at the bar, Maura's eyes roam over her body. She admires the perfect fit of the jumpsuit, which accentuates Jane's muscular yet feminine silhouette. The fabric clings to her shoulders and hips, highlighting her strong, confident posture. Maura revels in watching Jane, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through her stomach.
The way Jane leans casually against the bar, her eyes alert and watchful, makes Maura smile involuntarily. It's that mix of tenderness and strength that Maura finds so attractive. She can't help but imagine the feeling of Jane's hands on her skin—the touch that's always both gentle and firm.
Jane returns with the drinks and sits beside Maura. She hands her the glass, their fingers brushing briefly, sending an electric jolt through both of them. "Here's your Amaretto sour," Jane says with a smile, her eyes shining with happiness.
"Thank you, baby," Maura replies softly. They clink their glasses, a quiet acknowledgment of the deep connection between them.
The night progresses, and they enjoy each other's company. Jane is attentive, always ensuring that Maura is comfortable, bringing her fresh drinks and staying close by her side. They laugh, talk, dance with abandon, and savor the joy of being together. The atmosphere in the club is lively, but the bond between Maura and Jane creates a private bubble, where they are entirely focused on one another.
While on the dance floor, Jane notices the lingering glances from a few guests who are eyeing Maura a little too intently. A protective instinct rises within her. She wants to make it clear to everyone that Maura's heart belongs to her and her alone. With a mix of tenderness and quiet resolve, Jane places a hand on the small of Maura's back, pulling her closer. Her touch is gentle, but unmistakable.
Jane leans in and gives Maura a kiss that is almost too intimate for public, her lips soft and warm. "You look incredible tonight," she whispers. Maura savors the affection, and though it feels silly, she loves that Jane is publicly staking her claim. The subtle, possessive gestures and touches from Jane send a pleasant shiver through her. Maura leans into Jane, relishing every touch, every kiss Jane bestows upon her.
Just before midnight, Jane leads Maura up to the rooftop terrace. The cool night air is refreshing, and from up here, they have a breathtaking view of the city. The lights stretch out in every direction, and the anticipation of the coming new year hangs in the air. Jane pulls Maura into a close embrace, their bodies fitting perfectly together as they enjoy the quiet moments before the countdown.
As the countdown begins, the crowd on the terrace presses closer, the tension building. Maura and Jane stand side by side, their hands tightly entwined. The final seconds of the old year tick away, and at the stroke of midnight, the crowd erupts in cheers. Fireworks explode into the sky, lighting it up with vivid colors and sparkling lights.
Maura and Jane wrap their arms around each other, their eyes gleaming with joy and emotion. As the new year begins, their heads tilt toward one another, and their lips meet in a soft, sensual kiss. The kiss is warm and tender, full of love and longing. Maura tastes the faint hint of champagne on Jane's lips, mixing with the flavor of her own lip gloss, and a sense of happiness and security blooms within her.
"Happy New Year, baby," Jane whispers softly against Maura's lips, as they continue to kiss, their voices barely audible amidst the noise of the fireworks.
"Happy New Year, beautiful" Maura replies with a smile. She feels their hearts beating in unison, and the kiss deepens, growing more intense, as if they're trying to hold onto the moment forever. She opens her mouth, letting Jane take the lead in the kiss. It's a blend of sweet tenderness and passionate connection, each moment reinforcing the love and closeness they share.
The loud booms of the fireworks and the cheers of the crowd fade into the background as they lose themselves in each other's gaze. Maura rests her head on Jane's shoulder, and they stand together, savoring the moment and their closeness. The fireworks reflect in their eyes, and the colorful lights dance across their faces.
After the fireworks, soft music fills the air, and a slow song begins to play. John Legend's "All of Me" flows through the speakers, creating an intimate, romantic atmosphere. Jane takes Maura's hand and gently leads her back into the club, where the dance floor is filling up again. They wrap their arms around each other, their movements slow and tender. Jane holds Maura close, her hands resting softly on her back, and they sway in time with the music.
Maura closes her eyes, resting her head against Jane's chest, listening to the comforting beat of her heart as it blends with the melody. The world around them fades, leaving only this moment, this intimacy and love they share. Jane's arms give her a sense of safety and comfort, and the gentle touch of her hands feels like a quiet promise.
The music carries them away, and they dance, lost in each other, as if no one else exists. The cold outside, the excitement of the new year—it all fades into the background as they lose themselves in the warmth and closeness of one another. Jane softly whispers Maura's name, and their lips meet in a tender kiss that reflects the depth of their feelings.
xxx Three Days Later xxx
The morning is quiet and peaceful. The soft light of the rising sun filters through the curtains, bathing the living room in a warm, golden glow. Maura is curled up on the sofa, her legs bent as she holds an iPad in her hands, scrolling through the news. A light smile plays on her lips. On the coffee table in front of her, a newspaper lies open, its headlines boldly displayed.
Jane enters the living room, holding two steaming cups of coffee. She's dressed comfortably in a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants, her hair slightly tousled, but her smile radiates warmth and affection. She walks over to the sofa and leans down to give Maura a sweet, morning kiss. Their lips touch gently, a soft moment of closeness and intimacy.
"Good morning, beautiful," Jane murmurs quietly before sitting down next to Maura and handing her one of the cups. "Here, your coffee."
"Good morning, love," Maura replies, accepting the cup gratefully. She breathes in the chocolatey, spicy aroma, takes a sip, and sighs in contentment. "Perfect, as always."
Jane smiles and leans back, resting one hand gently on Maura's thigh. "What are you reading?" Maura smirks and points to the newspaper on the coffee table. "It seems our New Year's Eve outing has attracted some attention. Several gossip columns have written about us." Jane raises an eyebrow. "Still getting used to that," she says, hesitantly picking up the newspaper. The headlines jump out at her immediately:
Mystery Brunette by Maura Isles' Side Again – Who Is She Really?
Maura Isles: On-Again, Off-Again – Are She and the Unknown Woman Back Together?
Jealousy Drama on New Year's Eve: Maura's Partner Marks Her Territory
Is the Country's Most Eligible Bachelorette Finally Off the Market?
Jane chuckles softly and shakes her head. "The Mystery Brunette, huh?"
"Yes," Maura replies, leaning into Jane. "They're speculating about who you are and why I sometimes attend events alone. They think we have a stormy on-off relationship."
Jane takes a sip of her coffee, wrapping an arm around Maura's shoulders. "Should we tell them the truth, or let them keep guessing?" Maura thinks for a moment, her eyes resting on Jane's face. "My PR team advises letting them speculate, and I'm inclined to agree," she says with a smile. "It's rather amusing to watch them try to figure it out."
"Then we should give them more to puzzle over," Jane says with a grin, pressing a kiss to Maura's forehead. "As long as we know what's real, that's all that matters."
Maura nods and snuggles closer to Jane. "I have to admit, I found it quite charming how you… marked your territory," she teases, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Jane raises her perfectly shaped eyebrows, pretending not to know what Maura is referring to. "Marked my territory? I have no idea what you're talking about," she says innocently, taking another sip of coffee. Maura laughs and playfully nudges Jane's side. "Oh really? You didn't notice how you kept touching and kissing me while people were watching?"
Jane feigns innocence and shakes her head. "I was just being attentive and caring, nothing more." Maura laughs, shaking her head. "Jane Rizzoli, you are the worst liar I know."
Jane grins, finally giving in. "Alright, maybe I was making sure everyone knew that you're mine."
"I thought it was kind of… sexy," Maura admits with a smile. Jane rests her forehead against Maura's, her voice soft and tender as she murmurs a quiet, "I love you," and pulls Maura even closer.
"I love you too," Maura whispers, snuggling into Jane. She sighs contentedly.
xxx Two Weeks Later xxx
The evening is quiet and peaceful. Outside, snow falls gently, blanketing the streets in a soft, white layer. Inside, it's warm and cozy, the fire in the hearth crackling softly, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Maura and Jane are snuggled together on the sofa, wrapped in a soft blanket. Jane's arm rests protectively around Maura's shoulders while Maura leans her head against Jane's chest.
The warmth from the fireplace spreads a comforting atmosphere, and the gentle flicker of the flames bathes the room in a golden glow. Maura can feel the steady rhythm of Jane's heartbeat beneath her cheek, and it gives her a deep sense of security and peace. Jane's fingers slide gently through Maura's hair, her touch tender and soothing. They both relish the closeness, the calm, and the rare moments of complete relaxation.
Jane presses a soft kiss to Maura's forehead. "I love just being here with you," she murmurs, her voice a quiet whisper in the stillness of the house.
Maura closes her eyes and breathes deeply. "Me too," she replies softly.
The world outside seems not to exist. The chill of winter, the stress of their everyday lives—it all fades into the background as they lose themselves in the warmth and comfort of their closeness. Every touch, every quiet word of affection, makes Maura forget all her worries. Jane's gentle caresses and the warmth of her body give Maura a feeling of safety and deep contentment.
Suddenly, Jane's phone rings, cutting through the silence. Maura feels Jane tense as she looks at the display. Maura recognizes immediately from Jane's posture and the serious expression on her face that it's a call from the military. A wave of worry rushes through Maura as Jane stands and walks to the other side of the room to take the call.
Maura watches Jane closely, trying to hide her concern. Jane's voice is low, but Maura can hear the gravity in her words. She nods occasionally, her shoulders tense, and Maura can't ignore the tightening feeling in her chest. The past few days had been wonderful, and the thought of Jane having to leave again so soon feels almost unbearable.
After a few minutes, Jane hangs up and turns around. Her eyes are shining with joy, and she can't suppress a wide smile. Maura sees the relief on her face and feels her own heart grow lighter. Jane sits back down beside Maura on the sofa, taking her hand. "Good news," she begins, her voice full of excitement. "We're being forced to take a five-month break. Apparently, HR has been giving our general hell for having us on too many long deployments."
Maura looks at her in disbelief, and then a broad smile spreads across her face. "Five months?" Jane nods. The tension slips away from her, and she feels a wave of relief and happiness. Finally, they could spend time together without the constant uncertainty of another deployment looming over them. The news fills Maura's thoughts like a ray of sunshine after a storm, brightening her mood.
While she's still lost in thought, Jane pulls Maura into a tight embrace, her hands moving soothingly over Maura's back. Maura savors the closeness, the warmth radiating from Jane's touch. After a while, Maura leans back, looking into Jane's eyes, an idea forming in her mind. She lifts a hand, gently stroking Jane's cheek before asking, "How would you feel about getting away for a few weeks?"
Jane looks at Maura, her eyes lighting up, but a flicker of uncertainty flashes across her face. She nods slowly. "That sounds wonderful," she says softly, her voice filled with affection.
"Where would you like to go?" Maura asks, her eyes brimming with curiosity and anticipation.
Jane hesitates, glancing off into the distance for a moment before turning back to Maura. "Honestly, I'm not sure. It's been years since I've taken a real vacation," she admits, lowering her gaze as if the admission is difficult. "I think I'd like to go somewhere remote. The attention we got on New Year's from the tabloids was a bit much. I just want to be alone with you, away from reporters and prying eyes," Jane confesses quietly.
Maura smiles understandingly, gently brushing her hand along Jane's arm. "I completely understand, darling. We'll find somewhere peaceful, where we can enjoy each other's company without any interruptions."
xxx Several Weeks Later xxx
The sun stands high in the sky, its bright light dancing on the gentle surf of the ocean. A light breeze carries the salty scent of the sea and the sound of waves up toward the dunes. The beach is almost deserted, a perfect oasis of peace and solitude. The white grains of sand glisten in the sunlight, forming a soft, inviting blanket beneath their feet.
Maura and Jane had decided to spend several weeks at this secluded beach, joined by Frankie and Nina for two weeks, to savor the precious downtime. Both shared Maura and Jane's desire for a retreat far away from the prying eyes and chaos of everyday life. Here, at this untouched stretch of coastline, the four of them could relax and recharge.
Maura is sitting under a large beach umbrella on a comfortable lounge chair, a wide-brimmed straw hat shading her face from the intense sun. She wears an elegant white swimsuit that accentuates her feminine curves. The swimsuit's golden rings, woven along the sides to reveal glimpses of her skin, add a touch of sophistication. A delicate, sheer pareo wraps around her hips, fluttering lightly in the breeze. Maura enjoys the gentle warmth of the sun on her skin, the soothing sound of the waves, and the peaceful atmosphere that makes this place so special.
Jane, on the other hand, is the embodiment of athletic energy. She's dressed in a sporty, minimalist bikini that shows off her toned figure and the fascinating tattoos that adorn her body. Her skin gleams with a light sheen of sweat and sunscreen, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Jane is on the soft sand, playing beach volleyball with Frankie, her movements powerful and precise. Every jump, every spike radiates her natural athleticism and playful competitiveness.
Frankie, equally fit and energetic, is having a blast playing alongside Jane. They laugh, egging each other on, their movements synchronized and full of life. Nina sits on the sidelines, clapping and cheering them on, relaxed under another beach umbrella.
Maura watches Jane as she sprints across the sand, unable to tear her eyes away from her partner's graceful power. She adores this side of Jane—her energy, her unyielding zest for life. There's something undeniably alluring, captivating, about the way Jane moves, and Maura's mind floods with memories of the last few nights. Jane seems more relaxed than ever, their time alone brimming with seductive, erotic moments. On some nights, it feels as if Jane's sole purpose is to worship Maura's body. A pleasant, heated sensation stirs in her core, and Maura shakes her head slightly, trying to push the memories aside.
Jane catches Maura's gaze and flashes her a smile before delivering another powerful hit. Maura returns the smile and leans back, content to savor the moment and the beauty of their surroundings. A deep sense of satisfaction washes over her as she takes in the sun, the sand, and the sea.
After the game ends, Jane and Frankie, both laughing and sweating, walk back to the large umbrella where Maura is lounging. Jane grabs a bottle of water and drinks in large gulps before sitting beside Maura on the lounger. She leans in and gives Maura a gentle, lingering kiss. Her lips are cool from the water, but the kiss is filled with warmth and affection. Maura closes her eyes, losing herself in the softness of Jane's lips and the familiar tingle that courses through her body.
"You look relaxed," Jane murmurs, her eyes gleaming with tenderness.
"It's perfect here," Maura replies, her voice soft and full of contentment. "I could stay like this forever."
Jane takes Maura's hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Me too," she says quietly before leaning back and closing her eyes to soak in the warmth of the sun. Maura's fingers trace lightly over Jane's body, feeling the rough patches and scars from her many deployments, and her heart swells with tenderness and admiration for this strong, incredible woman beside her.
For a while, they sit in peaceful silence, hand in hand, letting the tranquility and beauty of the moment wash over them. Maura rests her head on Jane's shoulder, and the soft sound of the waves and the gentle whisper of the wind create an atmosphere of perfect harmony.
As the evening slowly descends and the sun begins to dip beneath the horizon, Jane rises from her lounge chair, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without warning, she sprints toward the ocean, her laughter mingling with the soft crash of the waves and the gentle whisper of the wind. The cool water splashes against her legs as she dives into the refreshing sea with an exuberant joy.
Moments later, Jane surfaces, her skin glistening in the fading light of the day, her hair slicked back and clinging to her face. She makes her way back to Maura, leaving a trail of wet footprints in the sand. Maura smiles up at her, completely unaware of what Jane is plotting.
With a playful grin, Jane approaches and shakes her head, sending droplets of water flying in all directions, many of them landing on Maura. A soft gasp escapes Maura's lips as the cool droplets touch her warm skin.
"Jane!" Maura exclaims, laughing as she tries to dodge the sprinkles of water. But Jane, relentless in her playfulness, takes a quick step forward and pulls Maura into a tight embrace, pressing her cool, wet body against Maura's. The sudden contact is both refreshing and surprising, sending a shiver of excitement down Maura's spine.
"You're soaked!" Maura teases, attempting to free herself from Jane's grasp, though her laughter betrays her.
"You will be too," Jane whispers with a sly smile, lifting Maura effortlessly into her strong arms. Maura laughs in protest, but Jane carries her determinedly toward the ocean. The salty breeze and scent of the sea wrap around them as Jane strides deeper into the water.
"Jane, no!" Maura's laughter is warm and filled with affection as she wraps her arms around Jane's neck, feeling the heat of her skin under her fingers and the firmness of her muscles as Jane carries her with ease.
By the time the water reaches Janes chest, Jane gently lowers Maura into the ocean. The waves lap against their bodies, and an exhilarating tingling spreads through them both. Jane pulls Maura closer, her hands resting lightly on Maura's waist as the water envelops them. Maura instinctively wraps her legs around Jane's hips, and Jane holds her securely.
They stand together in the deep water, their gazes locked, the world around them fading away. Only the gentle crash of the waves and the soft glow of the evening sky remain. Jane leans forward, kissing Maura tenderly, their lips meeting in a soft, loving kiss that makes time itself seem to pause. The salty breeze and the warmth of the moment blend into a perfect harmony.
Maura closes her eyes and lets herself sink into the kiss, feeling the softness of Jane's lips and the gentle thrill that courses through her body. Jane deepens the kiss, her hands moving over Maura's back, drawing her even closer. Maura melts into Jane, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other.
After a long, lingering moment, they pull apart, though their foreheads remain pressed together. They breathe in unison, feeling the rhythm of each other's heartbeats and the calming melody of the sea. Maura opens her eyes and looks into Jane's warm, loving gaze.
"I love you," Jane whispers, her voice soft and filled with reverence.
"I love you too," Maura replies, her words carrying the depth and warmth of her emotions.
They stay in the water for a while longer, holding on to each other as if anchoring themselves in the peace of the moment. Maura rests her head on Jane's shoulder, feeling the steady beat of Jane's heart and the comforting sound of the waves. Jane holds her securely, her hands resting tenderly on Maura's waist.
"It's so nice to be here, without any stress, without any obligations," Maura says quietly, her voice nearly carried away by the wind.
Jane nods and kisses Maura's temple. "Yes, it is. I love sharing this moment with you."
Hand in hand, they make their way back to the shore, where the others have already kindled a fire. The flames flicker warmly, and as they draw closer, Maura feels a profound sense of peace and contentment settle over her.
Jane sits on the lounge chair and pulls Maura onto her lap, wrapping her in a large, soft towel. They snuggle close, the warmth of their bodies and the intimacy of their connection creating a cocoon of comfort. The night falls over the beach, and the stars begin to twinkle in the sky.
In their quiet, intimate embrace, they find solace and happiness. Jane's hands gently stroke Maura's arms, her touch tender and filled with affection. Maura rests her head against Jane's chest, listening to the calming rhythm of her heartbeat. The world around them fades as they lose themselves in the sweet, precious closeness of the moment.
The stars shine brightly above them, and the gentle sound of the waves forms the perfect background melody for their quiet, deep connection. In this moment, there is nothing but the two of them, united in love and happiness on a secluded beach, far from the rest of the world.
Some time later, as Maura and Nina engage in a deep conversation, Frankie notices Jane seeking a quiet moment alone. He stands and joins his sister, who sits a little away from the fire, gazing at the stars that stretch across the dark sky. Frankie sits beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"You know, Jay," he begins softly, "I've never seen you this relaxed and happy."
Jane smiles, her eyes following Frankie's gaze to Maura and Nina, still immersed in their conversation. "Everything feels so right with her," she says gently.
Frankie squeezes Jane's shoulder affectionately. "I'm so happy for you. You deserve this, Jay. You deserve to be this happy."
The siblings sit in quiet companionship for a while, enjoying the closeness and the sense of connection. It's a moment of silent, deep affection that strengthens their bond even more.
xxx A few weeks later xxx
It's a rainy morning in early June when Jane receives the call, and with it, retrieves her nearly forgotten, packed duffel from their shared closet. Maura watches as the transformation unfolds, from the Jane she's grown to love even more deeply over the last five months, to Commander Jane Rizzoli.
After many kisses and lingering embraces, Jane stands in the doorway of their home, hesitating for a moment as she glances at the nameplate on the doorbell. Their names, intertwined, have been there for months now, marking the home they've built together. With a deep sigh, Jane turns back toward Maura, pressing her lips softly against hers one last time before whispering, "I love you."
"I love you too. Please be careful," Maura replies, her voice barely concealing the worry that bubbles beneath her calm facade.
Jane nods silently and steps into the car. She starts the engine, her movements almost hesitant, as if the act itself is drawing her away too soon. The drive through the quiet, rain-soaked streets of their gated community feels heavier than usual. She stops at the gate, the rain drumming on the roof of the car, and rests her forehead against the cool leather of the steering wheel. She can feel the texture beneath her skin, grounding her for a brief moment.
She sighs again, a deep, frustrated sound. She hates this. She hates leaving. She hates the goodbyes. She hates the longing that follows. But more than anything, she hates the subtle flicker of fear she sees in Maura's eyes every time she goes. She hates knowing what her departure does to Maura — and to herself. And she hates the brief, awkward distance that always seems to creep in when she returns. It's only a few moments, but it feels monumental, loud and inescapable.
The gate finally opens, and Jane lifts her head with determination. She taps her hands against the steering wheel and makes a decision.
So this is a rather long chapter with lots of Rizzles fluff. I'd love to hear what you think about this chapter and the story so far:-).