Fic: Anatomy (Jane/Maura)
NOTE: For all Jane/Maura shippers, I hope she doesn't mind that I give her a shout-out but visit this chick's lj, she is boss. Is it possible to crush on someone solely based on the way they write? Um. Guilty.
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Title: Anatomy
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Pairing: Maura Isles/Jane Rizzoli
Spoilers: none
Summary: Maura needs to learn to relax. The Pope is Christian.
Disclaimer: You know the drill
She told herself she wouldn't do this again. Wouldn't make things so clinical. So impersonal. So systemic. Just like they taught her.
But her brain's racing and her heart's not and she's terrified that this is all it'll ever be for her. That love and other such foreign, curious things, will remain forever and always a mere cascade of biochemical processes, synapses firing, depolarisation. Science.
Because she has Jane in her bed, finally, kissing her and touching her and telling her beautiful things she used to see only through a glossy lens as a child. Jane's mumbling the insanity of the situation, half in denial, half accepting at how necessary this is.
But instead of seeing clouded, magnetic eyes focus in on every little part of her, she latches onto dilated pupils and dyspnea. The sighing and whispering that resonnates in hot breaths against Maura's cheek is very much not that of the brash, boyish detective Jane loves to think she is. Still, Jane's intercostals are dancing to the point of distraction and Maura thinks back on peak flow and how she used to get her COPD and asthma mixed up.
She kisses Jane's neck and imagines the carotid, pulse flickering medial to the sternocleidomastoid, baroreceptors hot in their sinuses, the internal jugular running parallel. Two synchronised, strong masseters quiver each time Jane clenches her jaw and tries to fight back her own desire.
Maura, undeterred, moves over slender clavicles, the manubrium, flat against her tongue, stretching into sternum and ribs and warm, malleable skin.
She's dissected it all before, wrapped and unwrapped, pieces in a puzzle. Jane's her puzzle; her whole damn enigma. She's doing it, reducing this incredible person to flesh and bone like the rest of them. She's doing it all over again and she could cry, would cry, if Jane wasn't being so heart-breakingly patient with her.
"Stop thinking."
She shakes her head, "I'm..."
"Don't. Don't even try, not with me," Jane raises her eyebrows and tilts her head so her lips meet with Maura's temple- temporal bone, Maura recites. The temporal, converging with the fronal, sphenoid and parietal to form the pterion. How many fractures had she seen there? The thought alone weighs her down. The weakest part of the skull. Subdural and subarachnoid bleeds. CT scans. MRIs.
Jane nips at her ear, "Would you stop already?"
"I'm sorry, I-I can't. I just...I can't seem to be able to..." Maura shakes her head.
"Am I not doing a good enough job?" Jane's voice is monotonous but her eyes sparkle with mirth and she chuckles in relief when Maura catches on.
"Jane...you are. Of course you are, it's not you-"
"What's going on in here, huh?" She smooths the wrinkles just above the gentle slope of Maura's nose, fingers deftly slipping into Maura's hair to push it back from her face. Jane cradles her head in a firm but gentle hold. She kisses her cheekbone. The fact that the first thing to come to her mind is zygomatic process is equal parts terrifying as it is hilarious.
Maura blushes, "The pterion."
"The what?"
"The weakest part of the skull, most prone to fracture as a result of compression or direct trauma, leading to, more often than not, a hemorrhage in the-"
"Shit, Maur. Maur? Easy," Jane waves her hands in front of Maura's face and shuts her up with the palm of her hand. "Relax. You'll give yourself a hemorrhage if you don't cool it." She removes her hand and runs her thumb playfully over Maura's soft bottom lip. The Vermillion border.
"Jane you can't give yourself a hemmorhage unless-"
"You know what?"
Maura purses her mouth closed, two dimples dotting the corners. "What is it?"
"I don't care. I wish I did, but at this moment in time, at this very moment Maur, I don't care. I don't care about the pteri-whatever or the length of my intestines or the function of the spleen or-"
"Immune response," Maura chips in, then obediently bows her head when Jane raises a warning eyebrow at her. "Sorry," she whispers.
Jane hugs her closer, "Hey."
She nods.
"I love that you know all that, alright? It's great. Hell, sometimes it's a turn-on. But right now...Maur, I just want you, okay? Just you, and stubborn ol' me, without facts or random shit thrown in...can we just...be? Let's be, huh? Without wondering why?"
"I don't think that's-"
"Maur," she warns. "Be with me. It's natural," she kisses the tip of Maura's nose and her top lip, warm breath caressing lightly, "it's natural, it's okay." She's terrified. She's never terrified. Maura's her weakness, and the will to keep her safe, to be enough for her, is what scares Jane the most.
"I don't want to have 'sexual intercourse'," her voice dips with intent, which makes Maura laugh, albeit a little nervously. Jane grins, "Relax and be with me. Let it happen. Okay? Is that okay? Because I can't do this. I can't watch you overanalyse, when we're this close to-"
"Having intercourse?"
Jane groans. "Shit."
"But you just said-"
"Making love Maura, I meant making love," she scratches at her neck, smiling sheepishly at ever having said something so...what's the word? Sentimental? Was that sentiment just then?
There's stunned silence. For once in her life, Maura doesn't have a response. Not a logical, biological one anyway.
"Okay?" Jane mutters. Her hair's toussled. Her cheeks are flushed.
"Okay. I can try."
"Yeah?"
"Jane, I've...I'm not very good at this."
"Yeah," she laughs.
Maura ducks her head until she feels Jane's mouth on her cheek, fingers twirling locks at the side of her neck.
"Lucky for you, the whole neurosis thing is kinda..."
"Endearing?" she tries, running the nail of her thumb over the edge of her crumpled sheets. It finally dawns on her that she's naked, really naked. And though she expects it to, it doesn't bother her one bit.
Jane touches the side of Maura's arm with the backs of her fingers, entranced by the soft skin there, "Yeah, that. Hysterical," she leans in, coaxing Maura out of her hesitance in ways only she knows how, "annoying...redundant...sweet," she takes Maura's jaw in her hands and caresses her lips until she's got the woman smiling, "sexy..."
The innocence in Maura's light eyes is just as captivating as the first time Jane met her.
"Jane..."
"I'm not kidding. Don't try that bashful shit with me."
Maura blushes furiously, tucking her face into Jane's neck, away from view, "You're making me uncomfortable." She thumbs the contour of Jane's collar bone.
"Am I? Is that what I'm doing? Because for a minute there, you had me thinking we were about to have incredibly hot, fast, passionate-"
Before she has time to finish, Maura whimpers and bites her bottom lip, tucking honey-brown hair behind her ear and taking Jane's hands into her own. She looks down at them as she strokes her thumbs back and forth over the knuckles. "Jane?"
"Yes Maura," Jane flashes a crooked smile, playfully nudging her with an elbow.
"You may have to be-"
Jane softens ,"Patient? Slow? I was kidding about the uh...fast...whatever you need, I know, I'll-"
"Jane?"
"Huh?"
"Kiss me?"
As much as she loves to talk, Jane gracefully recognises that a moment such as this requires a little more finnesse. She lifts up on her knees and presses close just enough to feel Maura's eyelashes on her cheek. "Yes ma'am."