Too Easy, Marua Isles/Jane Rizzoli, Rizzoli & Isles
Title: Too Easy
Rating: PG
Summary: Maura's thought process when it comes to flirting with Jane.
Pairing: Maura/Jane, unrequited (maybe)
Author's Notes: It's my first time delving into this show, so let's see what happens. Also, all quotes are from Rizzoli&Isles, Season 3, Episode 6.
Sometimes, it’s just too easy to flirt with her.
They’ll be sitting in the café at lunch, Jane asking question after question, always so sure Maura has the answers, and somehow the opportunity arises. There’s always a moment when it would take a stronger woman than she is to bite her tongue and swallow the compliment, the jest, the laughter that’s bursting to come out. She’s never been good at decorum, at filtering her words so they sound appropriate. She learned at an early age to stick the courtesies and try not to start up conversation. She could compliment a wall on its scaffolding, but anything beyond pleasantries often results in someone being embarrassed.
So she compliments, she jests, she laughs until the sound is echoed by Jane’s own chuckles. She smiles mischievously when Jane blushes in a restaurant the detective could probably never afford and tries not to look too excited about seeing Jane dressed up as a hooker (high class, this time, not something that looks like a clown getting ready in a dark room). It’s such an easy give and take that she forgets, sometimes, that she’s the only one giving or taking, and Jane probably has no idea that every single time she smiles, Maura forgets how to breathe.
It’s all so irrational. Because this is her best friend she’s talking to. Jane Clementine Rizzoli, who snorts when she laughs and never puts her beer on a coaster, who holds her when she can’t stop crying and who shot her father to save her life, whose hands will never be completely clean, but who would gladly lay down her life to protect those she loves. And it should be enough that Maura knows she is one of those people. It should be enough that Jane will sit in her house and eat left over Chinese food at three in the morning, when Maura’s lonely and still confused over what it is she wants from her mother, from Paddy, from Hope. It should be enough that Jane hugs her, when normally Jane won’t hug anyone. It should be enough that sometimes, once in a while, Jane says something completely out of turn, making connections that don’t really exist, as if she could possibly love Maura with the same fierce romantic need that Maura feels for her.
But it isn’t, and that just makes her feel guiltier. So she takes the scraps that Jane drops and savors them like a dog savoring the last chicken bone. She smiles when Jane says “You’re not really my type,” because that isn’t where Maura was going at all, but the fact that Jane’s even thinking that has to mean something, right?
Probably not.
Sometimes, it’s just too easy to flirt with her.
“Oh what are we going to wear? I’ve never been a high class hooker before.”
Sometimes, it’s just too hard to refrain.
Rating: PG
Summary: Maura's thought process when it comes to flirting with Jane.
Pairing: Maura/Jane, unrequited (maybe)
Author's Notes: It's my first time delving into this show, so let's see what happens. Also, all quotes are from Rizzoli&Isles, Season 3, Episode 6.
Sometimes, it’s just too easy to flirt with her.
They’ll be sitting in the café at lunch, Jane asking question after question, always so sure Maura has the answers, and somehow the opportunity arises. There’s always a moment when it would take a stronger woman than she is to bite her tongue and swallow the compliment, the jest, the laughter that’s bursting to come out. She’s never been good at decorum, at filtering her words so they sound appropriate. She learned at an early age to stick the courtesies and try not to start up conversation. She could compliment a wall on its scaffolding, but anything beyond pleasantries often results in someone being embarrassed.
So she compliments, she jests, she laughs until the sound is echoed by Jane’s own chuckles. She smiles mischievously when Jane blushes in a restaurant the detective could probably never afford and tries not to look too excited about seeing Jane dressed up as a hooker (high class, this time, not something that looks like a clown getting ready in a dark room). It’s such an easy give and take that she forgets, sometimes, that she’s the only one giving or taking, and Jane probably has no idea that every single time she smiles, Maura forgets how to breathe.
It’s all so irrational. Because this is her best friend she’s talking to. Jane Clementine Rizzoli, who snorts when she laughs and never puts her beer on a coaster, who holds her when she can’t stop crying and who shot her father to save her life, whose hands will never be completely clean, but who would gladly lay down her life to protect those she loves. And it should be enough that Maura knows she is one of those people. It should be enough that Jane will sit in her house and eat left over Chinese food at three in the morning, when Maura’s lonely and still confused over what it is she wants from her mother, from Paddy, from Hope. It should be enough that Jane hugs her, when normally Jane won’t hug anyone. It should be enough that sometimes, once in a while, Jane says something completely out of turn, making connections that don’t really exist, as if she could possibly love Maura with the same fierce romantic need that Maura feels for her.
But it isn’t, and that just makes her feel guiltier. So she takes the scraps that Jane drops and savors them like a dog savoring the last chicken bone. She smiles when Jane says “You’re not really my type,” because that isn’t where Maura was going at all, but the fact that Jane’s even thinking that has to mean something, right?
Probably not.
Sometimes, it’s just too easy to flirt with her.
“Oh what are we going to wear? I’ve never been a high class hooker before.”
Sometimes, it’s just too hard to refrain.