Safety
Title: Safety
Author: Fanchiction
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Rating: R
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Spoilers: The whole first season up to date.
Summary: Jane's looking for a little comfort.
A/N: First R&I fic! :)
It’s well after midnight when Jane shows up on Maura’s doorstep. She looks awkward and rumpled standing there with her hands stuffed into her trouser pockets.
Maura’s forehead crinkles with worry. "Jane?".
“I’m sorry,” Jane says lamely.
Maura protests the apology and ushers her into the living room. “Nightmares again?” she gently asks, hoping that she’ll get an answer. She’s well aware that Jane only talks when Jane wants to talk. The only response she receives is pink cheeks and a slight nod. “Jane… There’s nothing to be ashamed of. What Hoyt did to you was traumatizing. It’s perfectly natural for you to--”
“It wasn’t about Hoyt,” Jane sighs.
“Oh.” Maura’s eyes widen subtly. She’s almost mastered controlling her emotional responses, but Jane knows her well enough to see her for what she is. There’s no use pretending not to be concerned.
“Have you been drinking?” the detective asks casually when she spots a nearly empty bottle of red wine on the kitchen counter.
Maura ducks her head bashfully. “I couldn’t sleep either,” she confesses.
Jane steps forward and pulls Maura into her arms, squeezing her tight against her body. Though she’s never been especially comfortable expressing her feelings, affection and care have always come naturally. “My nightmare was about your… It was about Doyle.”
“Oh,” Maura murmurs into the crook of Jane’s neck. They’ve had these moments before. Here, in each other’s arms, everything feels safe and dangerous.
Jane trembles before she can control herself. Maura pulls back to look at her accordingly. Jane’s been caught for what has to be the billionth time. Maura’s an expert on these things, after all-- she’s an expert on everything. Usually, she just shrugs it off or turns away before she’s forced to recognize it for what it is. Tonight she’s staring it in the face.
Jane suddenly feels very exposed under that calculating gaze, but then Maura presses her body closer and clings to her like she needs it.
“It’s okay. He was just another bad guy. You did what you had to do to protect me.”
“What?” Jane squeaks, as she pulls away. Without her high heels on, Maura is significantly shorter. Jane has to tilt her head downward to meet her gaze.
“I know you’re the one who called Doyle--”
“Is that what you think? I didn’t--” Jane swallows hard. “I couldn’t.”
Maura gasps. “I thought…”
“I didn’t want you to look at me the way you look at him.”
“Who?”
“Your fath-- Doyle. You think he’s a monster. I didn’t want to let you down like that.” She shifts her weight and fidgets with her belt buckle. She catches a glimpse of Bass in the kitchen and rolls her eyes. “So I gave the phone to Korsak and Frost. If anybody called anybody, it was one of them.“
“You could never let me down, Jane. I could never think less of you. I’m the monster. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about killing Hoyt? How to make it more painful, how to make it last longer-- How to get away with it! Maybe I am like him.”
“Listen to me Maura-- You are nothing like that motherfucker.”
“But the capacity is there, Jane--”
“Stop,” Jane commands. “You are not a killer, Maur. You will never be a killer. You’re too goofy to be a killer.” She grins and rests her forehead flush against Maura’s. She barely even registers it when their lips brush together.
Maura tastes like red wine and earth and the heat between them is scorching. Before they can analyze where they’re headed, they’ve lost themselves in hands and fingers and lips and the press of each other’s bodies, hungry and untamed.
Maura lets out a whimpering moan when Jane’s kisses travel down to her jaw line. Jane stops herself then, bunches up Maura's nightgown so tight that her knuckles go white, and holds the shorter woman close while she tries to calm herself.
“Fuck, Maura,” she hisses. “You have to stop me.” She takes a deep breath and looks at Maura expecting to see confusion or rejection or even terror, but there’s nothing but desire staring back.
“I can’t!” Maura pants. She grinds down against Jane’s thigh for emphasis.
“Jesus, Maur!” Jane gasps, all scandal and wonder.
“Sorry. But you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to…” She’s stopped short by a kiss that makes her knees wobble.
“We really need to slow down,” Jane groans and kisses the top of Maura’s head.
Maura melts into Jane’s body, letting her weight hang close. “Why?” she strains.
Jane snickers and pulls Maura down onto the couch so that they can sit next to one another. “Because you’re tipsy.”
“I had one glass of wine, Jane.” Maura swallows and collapses back into the cushions.
Suddenly, Jane’s gone from unrestrained to bashful. “I don’t know how,” she confesses.
Maura pops back up and stares incredulously. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Sex between women is no more complicated than heterosexual sex, Jane. There’s fingering, cunnilingus, tribadism…”
“Geez, Maura!” Jane gasps.
She watches pink in the detective’s cheeks as it spreads into a dull red color down her neck. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” Jane glances helplessly back at her and her heart clenches. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Jane mumbles. They wordlessly separate onto opposite sides of the sofa.
Maura clears her throat. She can still feel the heat. “What was your nightmare about?” she asks, hoping to redirect her body’s urges.
Jane wilts. “I thought I’d lost you,” is all she says.
Maura grabs her hand and kisses it softly. “You make me feel safe.”
“How long?” Jane rasps. Maura lets go of her hand and she repeats herself. “You said--”
“A while,” Maura admits.
“What about all those guys you tried to set me up with? Even then?”
“I just wanted you to be happy, Jane. You deserve someone who makes you feel safe, too.”
Jane’s mouth twists into a smile. “But I feel safe when I’m with you.”
“You do?”
“Yep.”
“Oh.”
They come together again, slowly this time, and meet halfway for a kiss that has a little less heat behind it.
Here, in each other’s arms, everything feels safe and not very dangerous at all.
Author: Fanchiction
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Rating: R
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Spoilers: The whole first season up to date.
Summary: Jane's looking for a little comfort.
A/N: First R&I fic! :)
It’s well after midnight when Jane shows up on Maura’s doorstep. She looks awkward and rumpled standing there with her hands stuffed into her trouser pockets.
Maura’s forehead crinkles with worry. "Jane?".
“I’m sorry,” Jane says lamely.
Maura protests the apology and ushers her into the living room. “Nightmares again?” she gently asks, hoping that she’ll get an answer. She’s well aware that Jane only talks when Jane wants to talk. The only response she receives is pink cheeks and a slight nod. “Jane… There’s nothing to be ashamed of. What Hoyt did to you was traumatizing. It’s perfectly natural for you to--”
“It wasn’t about Hoyt,” Jane sighs.
“Oh.” Maura’s eyes widen subtly. She’s almost mastered controlling her emotional responses, but Jane knows her well enough to see her for what she is. There’s no use pretending not to be concerned.
“Have you been drinking?” the detective asks casually when she spots a nearly empty bottle of red wine on the kitchen counter.
Maura ducks her head bashfully. “I couldn’t sleep either,” she confesses.
Jane steps forward and pulls Maura into her arms, squeezing her tight against her body. Though she’s never been especially comfortable expressing her feelings, affection and care have always come naturally. “My nightmare was about your… It was about Doyle.”
“Oh,” Maura murmurs into the crook of Jane’s neck. They’ve had these moments before. Here, in each other’s arms, everything feels safe and dangerous.
Jane trembles before she can control herself. Maura pulls back to look at her accordingly. Jane’s been caught for what has to be the billionth time. Maura’s an expert on these things, after all-- she’s an expert on everything. Usually, she just shrugs it off or turns away before she’s forced to recognize it for what it is. Tonight she’s staring it in the face.
Jane suddenly feels very exposed under that calculating gaze, but then Maura presses her body closer and clings to her like she needs it.
“It’s okay. He was just another bad guy. You did what you had to do to protect me.”
“What?” Jane squeaks, as she pulls away. Without her high heels on, Maura is significantly shorter. Jane has to tilt her head downward to meet her gaze.
“I know you’re the one who called Doyle--”
“Is that what you think? I didn’t--” Jane swallows hard. “I couldn’t.”
Maura gasps. “I thought…”
“I didn’t want you to look at me the way you look at him.”
“Who?”
“Your fath-- Doyle. You think he’s a monster. I didn’t want to let you down like that.” She shifts her weight and fidgets with her belt buckle. She catches a glimpse of Bass in the kitchen and rolls her eyes. “So I gave the phone to Korsak and Frost. If anybody called anybody, it was one of them.“
“You could never let me down, Jane. I could never think less of you. I’m the monster. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about killing Hoyt? How to make it more painful, how to make it last longer-- How to get away with it! Maybe I am like him.”
“Listen to me Maura-- You are nothing like that motherfucker.”
“But the capacity is there, Jane--”
“Stop,” Jane commands. “You are not a killer, Maur. You will never be a killer. You’re too goofy to be a killer.” She grins and rests her forehead flush against Maura’s. She barely even registers it when their lips brush together.
Maura tastes like red wine and earth and the heat between them is scorching. Before they can analyze where they’re headed, they’ve lost themselves in hands and fingers and lips and the press of each other’s bodies, hungry and untamed.
Maura lets out a whimpering moan when Jane’s kisses travel down to her jaw line. Jane stops herself then, bunches up Maura's nightgown so tight that her knuckles go white, and holds the shorter woman close while she tries to calm herself.
“Fuck, Maura,” she hisses. “You have to stop me.” She takes a deep breath and looks at Maura expecting to see confusion or rejection or even terror, but there’s nothing but desire staring back.
“I can’t!” Maura pants. She grinds down against Jane’s thigh for emphasis.
“Jesus, Maur!” Jane gasps, all scandal and wonder.
“Sorry. But you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to…” She’s stopped short by a kiss that makes her knees wobble.
“We really need to slow down,” Jane groans and kisses the top of Maura’s head.
Maura melts into Jane’s body, letting her weight hang close. “Why?” she strains.
Jane snickers and pulls Maura down onto the couch so that they can sit next to one another. “Because you’re tipsy.”
“I had one glass of wine, Jane.” Maura swallows and collapses back into the cushions.
Suddenly, Jane’s gone from unrestrained to bashful. “I don’t know how,” she confesses.
Maura pops back up and stares incredulously. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Sex between women is no more complicated than heterosexual sex, Jane. There’s fingering, cunnilingus, tribadism…”
“Geez, Maura!” Jane gasps.
She watches pink in the detective’s cheeks as it spreads into a dull red color down her neck. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” Jane glances helplessly back at her and her heart clenches. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Jane mumbles. They wordlessly separate onto opposite sides of the sofa.
Maura clears her throat. She can still feel the heat. “What was your nightmare about?” she asks, hoping to redirect her body’s urges.
Jane wilts. “I thought I’d lost you,” is all she says.
Maura grabs her hand and kisses it softly. “You make me feel safe.”
“How long?” Jane rasps. Maura lets go of her hand and she repeats herself. “You said--”
“A while,” Maura admits.
“What about all those guys you tried to set me up with? Even then?”
“I just wanted you to be happy, Jane. You deserve someone who makes you feel safe, too.”
Jane’s mouth twists into a smile. “But I feel safe when I’m with you.”
“You do?”
“Yep.”
“Oh.”
They come together again, slowly this time, and meet halfway for a kiss that has a little less heat behind it.
Here, in each other’s arms, everything feels safe and not very dangerous at all.