Fic: Watching - Rizzoli & Isles - Jane/Maura
Title: Watching
Author: Rainne
Recipient: austen
Fandom(s): Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 1087
Warnings: none
Summary: Jane watches Maura; it's a habit.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine.
Author's note: Dear prompter, I am SO SORRY that this story is so short. I tried for WEEKS to write you a story based on your Castle prompt, but I just couldn't make it work at all; everything I wrote was terrible. I'm sorry! I hope that this will be an acceptable substitute.
Watching Maura Isles was a particular habit of Jane Rizzoli's, one which she had tried on several occasions to break. Upon finding herself unable to do so - and embarrassed by her own attempts - she had finally given up and given in to the urge. It wasn't a bad habit, as habits went; it could've been worse, after all, she rationalized; at least she wasn't smoking or drinking to excess. Watching Maura was... well, it was a mixed bag. Often educational, frequently entertaining, and sometimes frustrating, watching Maura was something Jane simply enjoyed doing.
It helped that Maura didn't seem to mind; with all the knowledge she had stuffed into her brain, the doctor thrilled at any opportunity to teach, and so when she caught Jane looking interested in whatever she might be doing, she took the opportunity to explain herself - often in great detail - so that Jane would not feel left out.
Tonight was no exception to Maura's teaching attempts; after a softball game at the field near Maura's house, Jane wandered over to visit and found her friend sitting at her computer, up to her eyebrows - literally - in thick medical texts, journals, and manila file folders. She raised an eyebrow as she took in the mass of paperwork. "Working on another degree?"
Maura smiled slightly. "No. I'm actually working on a paper for Lancet on a John Doe I autopsied for the State Police. He had an extremely advanced case of Crouzonodermoskeletal Syndrome, which is extraordinarily rare."
Jane nodded and tried to look like she knew what Maura was talking about. "Sure," she said. "I'll take off, then; don't want to interrupt."
"No, no!" Maura saved her work and shut off her computer monitor immediately. "I can work on this anytime; it isn't as though it's due." She turned to face Jane and laughed. "Just come from softball?"
Jane looked down at her mud-streaked clothing. "That obvious?"
Maura just tsk-ed at her. "Go upstairs and take a shower," she said. "The clothes you left here last week are in the bottom drawer of my bureau. I'll get us something to eat."
Jane grinned. "Okay." She trotted obediently up the stairs, making her way into Maura's giant bathroom.
The shower stall was located at the far end of the bathroom and encased in clear glass, and Jane shed her muddy clothes on the way across the room, reaching into the enclosure to start the water before wandering back across the tile to the linen closet and retrieving a towel. Once the water was hot, she stepped into it and soaped her hair and body, letting the water soothe her sore muscles before rinsing quickly and shutting the water off again.
She stepped out, wrapped the towel around her body, and moved to stand before the big mirror, borrowing Maura's hairbrush to straighten her wet hair. Then she stepped out into Maura's bedroom, moving to the bureau to retrieve her clothes.
Just as she dropped the towel, the bedroom door opened and Maura stepped in.
Jane turned automatically toward the door, freezing when her eyes met Maura's. The doctor stood in shock, her mouth working slightly for a long moment before she was finally able to choke words out. "I - I'm sorry," she gasped. "I thought you'd still be in the shower, and I..."
Her words trailed off, and she swallowed, and Jane, who made a habit of watching Maura Isles, saw the doctor's hazel eyes move down her body slowly, almost as if the movement were against Maura's will. She straightened very subtly - the tiniest tensing of her back - and Maura swallowed hard, and Jane suddenly felt every nerve in her body sit up and take notice.
She took a deep breath, and Maura swallowed again, a deep crimson flush climbing up her neck and into her cheeks as Jane's breasts rose and fell. "I... I'm sorry," Maura whispered again, and suddenly her feet began to move.
"Maura," Jane said softly before her friend could escape the room, "stop."
Maura froze, suddenly seemed to realize that she was staring, and turned her gaze away with a visible effort, seeking the inoffensive far wall instead.
And suddenly Jane knew. "You didn't know," she said softly, her voice full of affection and something close to laughter. "You honestly didn't know?"
"Know what?" Maura deflected, her voice slightly strangled.
"That I'm gay," Jane said, turning to face her friend completely. "And that you are, too."
"N-No, I'm not..." Maura denied, her voice shaky. "I... I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, because obviously there's not, but I'm not. I never have been. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Jane, and -"
She was so busy staring at the wall that Maura didn't see Jane moving closer to her, and her words were cut off with a sudden whimper of surprise when the detective's lips pressed against Maura's own. Jane's kiss was warm, firm but not demanding, and sweet - so very sweet. Maura felt her knees weaken and Jane's arms came around her waist, holding her up and steady against the sudden sensual onslaught. "Oh," Maura whispered against Jane's lips when they finally parted.
Jane laughed softly, her breath washing warm across Maura's face. "Yeah, that's what I said the first time I kissed a girl, too." She leaned down and repeated the action, but this time, she took things a step farther, touching Maura's lips with the tip of her tongue. Maura gasped again and Jane took the opportunity to slip inside Maura's mouth, tasting the wine the doctor had been drinking and the unique flavor of Maura herself.
When she released Maura this time, Maura's eyes were closed and her face was flushed again. After a moment, those eyes fluttered open, and she stared at Jane with slightly glazed eyes. "How did you know?" she whispered. "I never told anyone."
"Not even yourself?" Jane teased gently, one hand coming up to stroke Maura's cheek. "I wasn't sure. I kinda got that vibe off you, but you kept going out with guys, so I left it alone. But just now... I knew."
"How?" Maura asked again, one trembling hand coming up to trace the soft skin of Jane's bare shoulder. "How did you know?"
Jane grinned. "Because I've made a habit out of watching you," she said softly. Then, putting any more questions completely out of Maura's mind, she leaned down and captured her lips once more.
Author: Rainne
Recipient: austen
Fandom(s): Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 1087
Warnings: none
Summary: Jane watches Maura; it's a habit.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine.
Author's note: Dear prompter, I am SO SORRY that this story is so short. I tried for WEEKS to write you a story based on your Castle prompt, but I just couldn't make it work at all; everything I wrote was terrible. I'm sorry! I hope that this will be an acceptable substitute.
Watching Maura Isles was a particular habit of Jane Rizzoli's, one which she had tried on several occasions to break. Upon finding herself unable to do so - and embarrassed by her own attempts - she had finally given up and given in to the urge. It wasn't a bad habit, as habits went; it could've been worse, after all, she rationalized; at least she wasn't smoking or drinking to excess. Watching Maura was... well, it was a mixed bag. Often educational, frequently entertaining, and sometimes frustrating, watching Maura was something Jane simply enjoyed doing.
It helped that Maura didn't seem to mind; with all the knowledge she had stuffed into her brain, the doctor thrilled at any opportunity to teach, and so when she caught Jane looking interested in whatever she might be doing, she took the opportunity to explain herself - often in great detail - so that Jane would not feel left out.
Tonight was no exception to Maura's teaching attempts; after a softball game at the field near Maura's house, Jane wandered over to visit and found her friend sitting at her computer, up to her eyebrows - literally - in thick medical texts, journals, and manila file folders. She raised an eyebrow as she took in the mass of paperwork. "Working on another degree?"
Maura smiled slightly. "No. I'm actually working on a paper for Lancet on a John Doe I autopsied for the State Police. He had an extremely advanced case of Crouzonodermoskeletal Syndrome, which is extraordinarily rare."
Jane nodded and tried to look like she knew what Maura was talking about. "Sure," she said. "I'll take off, then; don't want to interrupt."
"No, no!" Maura saved her work and shut off her computer monitor immediately. "I can work on this anytime; it isn't as though it's due." She turned to face Jane and laughed. "Just come from softball?"
Jane looked down at her mud-streaked clothing. "That obvious?"
Maura just tsk-ed at her. "Go upstairs and take a shower," she said. "The clothes you left here last week are in the bottom drawer of my bureau. I'll get us something to eat."
Jane grinned. "Okay." She trotted obediently up the stairs, making her way into Maura's giant bathroom.
The shower stall was located at the far end of the bathroom and encased in clear glass, and Jane shed her muddy clothes on the way across the room, reaching into the enclosure to start the water before wandering back across the tile to the linen closet and retrieving a towel. Once the water was hot, she stepped into it and soaped her hair and body, letting the water soothe her sore muscles before rinsing quickly and shutting the water off again.
She stepped out, wrapped the towel around her body, and moved to stand before the big mirror, borrowing Maura's hairbrush to straighten her wet hair. Then she stepped out into Maura's bedroom, moving to the bureau to retrieve her clothes.
Just as she dropped the towel, the bedroom door opened and Maura stepped in.
Jane turned automatically toward the door, freezing when her eyes met Maura's. The doctor stood in shock, her mouth working slightly for a long moment before she was finally able to choke words out. "I - I'm sorry," she gasped. "I thought you'd still be in the shower, and I..."
Her words trailed off, and she swallowed, and Jane, who made a habit of watching Maura Isles, saw the doctor's hazel eyes move down her body slowly, almost as if the movement were against Maura's will. She straightened very subtly - the tiniest tensing of her back - and Maura swallowed hard, and Jane suddenly felt every nerve in her body sit up and take notice.
She took a deep breath, and Maura swallowed again, a deep crimson flush climbing up her neck and into her cheeks as Jane's breasts rose and fell. "I... I'm sorry," Maura whispered again, and suddenly her feet began to move.
"Maura," Jane said softly before her friend could escape the room, "stop."
Maura froze, suddenly seemed to realize that she was staring, and turned her gaze away with a visible effort, seeking the inoffensive far wall instead.
And suddenly Jane knew. "You didn't know," she said softly, her voice full of affection and something close to laughter. "You honestly didn't know?"
"Know what?" Maura deflected, her voice slightly strangled.
"That I'm gay," Jane said, turning to face her friend completely. "And that you are, too."
"N-No, I'm not..." Maura denied, her voice shaky. "I... I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, because obviously there's not, but I'm not. I never have been. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Jane, and -"
She was so busy staring at the wall that Maura didn't see Jane moving closer to her, and her words were cut off with a sudden whimper of surprise when the detective's lips pressed against Maura's own. Jane's kiss was warm, firm but not demanding, and sweet - so very sweet. Maura felt her knees weaken and Jane's arms came around her waist, holding her up and steady against the sudden sensual onslaught. "Oh," Maura whispered against Jane's lips when they finally parted.
Jane laughed softly, her breath washing warm across Maura's face. "Yeah, that's what I said the first time I kissed a girl, too." She leaned down and repeated the action, but this time, she took things a step farther, touching Maura's lips with the tip of her tongue. Maura gasped again and Jane took the opportunity to slip inside Maura's mouth, tasting the wine the doctor had been drinking and the unique flavor of Maura herself.
When she released Maura this time, Maura's eyes were closed and her face was flushed again. After a moment, those eyes fluttered open, and she stared at Jane with slightly glazed eyes. "How did you know?" she whispered. "I never told anyone."
"Not even yourself?" Jane teased gently, one hand coming up to stroke Maura's cheek. "I wasn't sure. I kinda got that vibe off you, but you kept going out with guys, so I left it alone. But just now... I knew."
"How?" Maura asked again, one trembling hand coming up to trace the soft skin of Jane's bare shoulder. "How did you know?"
Jane grinned. "Because I've made a habit out of watching you," she said softly. Then, putting any more questions completely out of Maura's mind, she leaned down and captured her lips once more.