Rizzoli & Isles Fanfic: "Falling", Maura/Jane, 2/14, M
Title: Falling, part 2/14
Author Name: Becominglight_2
Rating: M for adult themes, eventually NC-17
Category: Romance, Angst
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Jane/ Maura
Summary: It’s scary, it’s new, but Jane is compelled to action. Could it be she’s falling in love? (that would be a yes.)
Spoilers: All of Season 1
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Shame - because I love them! I make no profit from this, so please don’t sue…
Author’s Notes: Rizzoli and Isles rock and I’m dabbling in Fanfiction writing. This is my version of how our lovely ladies get together…
PART 2
I'd love to tell you that even if we started at opposite ends of the bed, through the night our sub-conscious nudged us into each others arms, that I awoke to feel her spooning me, or I her. Or that she had flung her legs across my torso, her t-shirt riding up her body to expose her delicious smooth belly, her lips pressed to my neck, her hand in my hair or any other combination of gloriously compromising positions. Nope, no such luck. To be honest I’m surprised at how quickly I've gone from regarding her as a dear, but very platonic, friend to desiring her… well not so platonically. In fact my mind seems to have skipped right to where she’s naked and moaning beneath me. Oh God, the though makes my poor brain spin.
The thing is that I didn't even know if she is:
A. that way inclined and
B. interested in me if she is...
That conversation we had the time we fell asleep on my bed about who we would like if we liked women had not been particularly elucidating. She'd rather resolutely told me I wasn’t her type because I’m too bossy... The thing is I didn't quite believe her, the accompanying smile and giggle made it sound suspiciously like the digs we normally make at each. Or was that my wishful thinking? I'd not made mention of what I thought my preferences would be because I would have had to say that I would fancy her if I was gay... which I guess I do and kinda am. ...
Sorry, I digress. As I said we do not end up in each other's arms and she’s still sleeping when I wake, looking like an angel. I take the liberty to move in a little closer and really look at her. I study the curve of her cheek, the eyelashes, her soft round lips. I have to admit they looked rather inviting. I idly wonder if I have the courage to wake her up with a kiss and as I am thinking that she, of course, chooses that moment to open her eyes and look straight at me with her goddamn sexy morning eyes. Ah fuck! She’s caught me staring at her again! I pull back trying to be casual.
"Morning, Maura." I croak .
"Morning, Jane." She smiles prettily and stretches. My libido is happily roaring away right now and it’s not just because I haven’t been laid in a while.
"Breakfast?" I say bounding out of bed, "What do you like?"
"How about... a smoothy maybe? I could make us pancakes?"
"I don't have eggs or fruit... but there is a cute little farmer's market down the road, we could go down there, pick up some stuff up...?"
She looks positively excited which makes me grin like a fool. We wander down, all the fruit and vegetable stands splashing bright colours on the street. It’s a gorgeous day, warm and light, the sort of morning where you get up late, brunch and read the newspaper in the sun. Maura has such an infectious innocent joy about her (I know, what an oxymoron considering her profession) and I find myself laughing as she reels off more facts about fruit, vegetables and organic farming than I will ever need to know. And did you know that apparently in Hinduism, pomegranate fruit is symbolic of prosperity and fertility? Who'da thought. I tease her, as I always do, about her encyclopaedic knowledge of everything. The world feeling particularly immediate and fresh, the smells, the people, the sounds of life happening. I can’t help but notice her leaning in to tell me something over the hubub of the crowd, an elbow touch to grab my attention, the way we gently bump together because we walk close together. It’s such a simple mundane thing to go food shopping but with her, I love it.
--
Breakfast is over, we've washed up and I can tell Maura feels she should go and I don’t want her to. I actually have to help my parents clear out the back yard, as I’d faithfully promised to my nagging mother earlier in the week. At the time I'd had nothing more exciting planned than a weekend on the couch but right now I really wish I didn't have to go.
"What you up to for the rest of the weekend?" I ask as I watch her puts on one of her designer heels, a Prada bag in hand.
"Nothing, just some chores and hanging out with Bass." Bass is her turtle…sorry, tortoise.
"Nice." I say and step in to hug her good bye which isn’t really our customary thing, but she accepts it. I think I hold on a bit too tightly and perhaps a little too long and I may or may not have taken the opportunity to smell her. Am I imagining or does she hold me just as tightly back? I'm on the verge of saying that if she gets bored she is welcome to come to dinner at my parent's house - Ma has promised me her best spaghetti and meatball - but when I pull back she has an odd, unreadable look on her face like she knows. Not normally this sensitive, it’s enough, however, for me to bite back the offer, feeling very foolish for at least the third time in the last 24 hours. Maybe it’s best if I don’t see her for the rest of the weekend, I decide regretfully, because I need some space to think. I watch her climb into her fancy car and feel silly for feeling a little bereft at her leaving.
Author Name: Becominglight_2
Rating: M for adult themes, eventually NC-17
Category: Romance, Angst
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Jane/ Maura
Summary: It’s scary, it’s new, but Jane is compelled to action. Could it be she’s falling in love? (that would be a yes.)
Spoilers: All of Season 1
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Shame - because I love them! I make no profit from this, so please don’t sue…
Author’s Notes: Rizzoli and Isles rock and I’m dabbling in Fanfiction writing. This is my version of how our lovely ladies get together…
PART 2
I'd love to tell you that even if we started at opposite ends of the bed, through the night our sub-conscious nudged us into each others arms, that I awoke to feel her spooning me, or I her. Or that she had flung her legs across my torso, her t-shirt riding up her body to expose her delicious smooth belly, her lips pressed to my neck, her hand in my hair or any other combination of gloriously compromising positions. Nope, no such luck. To be honest I’m surprised at how quickly I've gone from regarding her as a dear, but very platonic, friend to desiring her… well not so platonically. In fact my mind seems to have skipped right to where she’s naked and moaning beneath me. Oh God, the though makes my poor brain spin.
The thing is that I didn't even know if she is:
A. that way inclined and
B. interested in me if she is...
That conversation we had the time we fell asleep on my bed about who we would like if we liked women had not been particularly elucidating. She'd rather resolutely told me I wasn’t her type because I’m too bossy... The thing is I didn't quite believe her, the accompanying smile and giggle made it sound suspiciously like the digs we normally make at each. Or was that my wishful thinking? I'd not made mention of what I thought my preferences would be because I would have had to say that I would fancy her if I was gay... which I guess I do and kinda am. ...
Sorry, I digress. As I said we do not end up in each other's arms and she’s still sleeping when I wake, looking like an angel. I take the liberty to move in a little closer and really look at her. I study the curve of her cheek, the eyelashes, her soft round lips. I have to admit they looked rather inviting. I idly wonder if I have the courage to wake her up with a kiss and as I am thinking that she, of course, chooses that moment to open her eyes and look straight at me with her goddamn sexy morning eyes. Ah fuck! She’s caught me staring at her again! I pull back trying to be casual.
"Morning, Maura." I croak .
"Morning, Jane." She smiles prettily and stretches. My libido is happily roaring away right now and it’s not just because I haven’t been laid in a while.
"Breakfast?" I say bounding out of bed, "What do you like?"
"How about... a smoothy maybe? I could make us pancakes?"
"I don't have eggs or fruit... but there is a cute little farmer's market down the road, we could go down there, pick up some stuff up...?"
She looks positively excited which makes me grin like a fool. We wander down, all the fruit and vegetable stands splashing bright colours on the street. It’s a gorgeous day, warm and light, the sort of morning where you get up late, brunch and read the newspaper in the sun. Maura has such an infectious innocent joy about her (I know, what an oxymoron considering her profession) and I find myself laughing as she reels off more facts about fruit, vegetables and organic farming than I will ever need to know. And did you know that apparently in Hinduism, pomegranate fruit is symbolic of prosperity and fertility? Who'da thought. I tease her, as I always do, about her encyclopaedic knowledge of everything. The world feeling particularly immediate and fresh, the smells, the people, the sounds of life happening. I can’t help but notice her leaning in to tell me something over the hubub of the crowd, an elbow touch to grab my attention, the way we gently bump together because we walk close together. It’s such a simple mundane thing to go food shopping but with her, I love it.
--
Breakfast is over, we've washed up and I can tell Maura feels she should go and I don’t want her to. I actually have to help my parents clear out the back yard, as I’d faithfully promised to my nagging mother earlier in the week. At the time I'd had nothing more exciting planned than a weekend on the couch but right now I really wish I didn't have to go.
"What you up to for the rest of the weekend?" I ask as I watch her puts on one of her designer heels, a Prada bag in hand.
"Nothing, just some chores and hanging out with Bass." Bass is her turtle…sorry, tortoise.
"Nice." I say and step in to hug her good bye which isn’t really our customary thing, but she accepts it. I think I hold on a bit too tightly and perhaps a little too long and I may or may not have taken the opportunity to smell her. Am I imagining or does she hold me just as tightly back? I'm on the verge of saying that if she gets bored she is welcome to come to dinner at my parent's house - Ma has promised me her best spaghetti and meatball - but when I pull back she has an odd, unreadable look on her face like she knows. Not normally this sensitive, it’s enough, however, for me to bite back the offer, feeling very foolish for at least the third time in the last 24 hours. Maybe it’s best if I don’t see her for the rest of the weekend, I decide regretfully, because I need some space to think. I watch her climb into her fancy car and feel silly for feeling a little bereft at her leaving.