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thegirl20TITLE: Three untitled and unrelated vignettes about Jane and Maura
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FANDOM: Rizzoli and Isles
PAIRING: Jane/Maura
SUMMARY: A lot of fading to black...
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: ~4,400
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em.
SPOILERS: All eps are fair game.
AUTHORS' NOTES: I wanted to play around a little with Jane and Maura's voices, but, as usual, I had no ideas that would actually result in a fic. So here are some bits and bobs. Also, I do apologise for the butchering of the Italian language. It's been a while...
Set during 2.06. Assumes an established relationship.
“She’s hard to get to know.”
“Oh, I think I got a pretty good idea.”
Watching Maura walk away, Jane Rizzoli’s heart sank. She caught her mother’s eye and gestured to the door. Angela, for once in her life, understood what was being subtly hinted at.
“Wow. I’m...uh...I’m a little faggoty myself,” she said, stretching and faking an enormous yawn.
“Fatiguée,” Maura corrected, without looking up from the counter she was wiping.
“Yeah, I’m real fatiguée,” Angela agreed. “I’m gonna turn in for the night if you girls can handle the clean up.”
“We got it, Ma,” Jane said, rolling her eyes a little at her mother’s over the top acting, but smiling.
Angela got up and padded around to where Jane was sitting. “Time to be the perfect girlfriend,” she whispered, before kissing the top of Jane’s head. “Don’t screw it up.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Ma.” But she caught her mother’s hand and squeezed it gently. It wasn’t often that Jane was truly thankful to have Angela as a mother, but tonight was one of those rare occasions. Angela winked at her and headed for the door, but paused and moved into the kitchen. She put a hand on Maura’s arm to stop the compulsive cleaning and waited for her to look up.
“Thanks for tonight, Maura, and today. I really had fun learning to make croissants with you.”
A slow smile spread across Maura’s face and she nodded.
“I had fun too,” she said, her voice small, breaking Jane’s heart just a little more.
“We should do it more often,” Angela continued. “Maybe you can teach me the pear dessert thing next? Or I can show you how to make my grandma’s gnocchi.”
Jane nearly choked on her wine. Angela Rizzoli did not offer to share family recipes lightly.
“I would love that, Angela,” Maura was saying, her eyes shining with tears. “Truly, I would. Perhaps we can do it one evening this week?”
“It’s a date,” Angela said, leaning in to press a kiss to Maura’s cheek. “Goodnight, sweetie.”
“Goodnight Angela,” Maura whispered. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank family, honey,” Angela said as she let herself out. “You two behave now.”
And she was gone, leaving a silence that was anything but comfortable. Jane stood up and walked to where Maura stood, still looking at the door Angela had left through.
Jane leaned one hip against the counter and reached out to brush a strand of hair away from Maura’s eye, finally gaining her attention.
“Hey.” She tilted her head and offered a lopsided smile, which was returned, a little sadly.
“Hey.”
And without another word, Maura walked forward, into Jane’s body, curling around her. Jane wrapped her arms tightly around the shorter woman, swaying them both back and forth.
“I’m sorry she was rude,” Maura murmured into Jane’s shoulder.
“Don’t apologise for her,” Jane shot back, immediately.
Maura pulled away a little and looked up at Jane in puzzlement.
“But...you apologise for your mother all the time,” she said. “Often when there’s no need.”
She had her there. “That’s...different.”
“How?”
“Because Ma is Ma and your mom is...different.”
Maura sighed and pressed her face back into the crook of Jane’s neck. “I’m so-“
“Stop.” Gently, Jane pushed Maura away a little. “Now, the way I see it is this; we thought we had to sit through some formal dinner with our parents that was stressing you out, but instead we got an evening to ourselves, with the bonus of this fancy dessert you made.” She held up her fingers and counted off on them. “You. Me. Dessert. Alone.” She grinned at Maura. “I’m not seeing the downside. So lets take your Helen Keller Pear thingies and eat ‘em on the couch while we watch something trashy on TV.”
“Poires Belle-Hélène.” Maura said, with a smile. It faded quickly. “Jane, if I made you think that an evening with just you made me feel sad, then I’m so-“
“Maura, honey,” Jane started, taking Maura by the shoulders. “I know why you’re sad. You’re sad because your mom left when you expected her to stay. I’m...not great at being comforting and nurturing and stuff. When I want comfort, usually I want you, chocolate and somewhere comfy to cuddle. So that’s what I was going for in my ‘avoiding talking about the awkward family situation’ way.”
She cupped Maura’s cheek. “But if you want to talk about the awkward family situation, then I am all ears.” Maura opened her mouth, but Jane cut her off. “And I am well aware that ‘all ears’ is an inaccurate description. But if you want to talk, I will listen. And if you want me to slash the tyres on your mom’s car, I will slash them.”
Maura swiped ineffectually at Jane’s arm, laughing softly.
“No slashing necessary,” she said, wrapping her arms around Jane’s torso again and looking up at her. “I think cuddling sounds nicer than talking at the moment. And chocolate also sounds pleasant.” She glanced over at the table, still set for a formal dinner. “But we have to clean up first.”
Jane shook her head. “It can wait until later. Or until the morning.”
Maura’s eyes widened in panic.
“Okay, okay, later,” Jane backpedalled. “I’ll do it later.” She smacked Maura’s ass softly. “Go sit down, I’ll get the Pears Mount St. Helens.”
“Jane,” Maura chided. “You know that’s not what it’s called.”
“I know, I know,” Jane conceded. “But French just sounds silly with my accent.”
“You could say it in Italian?” Maura suggested with a smile and Jane rolled her eyes. She knew that Maura had a thing for her speaking Italian. She sighed and thought for a moment. Then, lifting the tray of desserts with a flourish, she grinned as she headed to where Maura was seated on the couch.
“E stasera, per ti fa piacere, abbiamo le pere della bella Helena.” She placed the tray on the coffee table. “Non conosco questa ‘Helena’, ma non è possibile che lei sia più bella di te. Perché tu sei la donna più bella del mond-mmph.”
Her lips were pressed against Maura’s before she could even finish speaking and she was being pulled down on top of the smaller woman. To people who didn’t know her well, Maura might seem demure. Jane knew differently. Maura was an incredibly passionate woman and had very few qualms about demonstrating that passion at every given opportunity. Jane briefly considered stopping, because Maura had seemed very upset about her mother and it felt a little like taking advantage of her in a vulnerable state. She even went so far as to withdraw from the heated kiss. The look in Maura’s eyes made her breath catch in her throat.
“Vieni qui,” Maura growled, yanking Jane back down.
Then she popped the button on Jane’s pants and all thoughts of stopping disappeared.
---
Set somewhere randomly in Season 2. Sort of a 'Fade in from black...'
They lay together, tangled in Jane’s sheets, panting.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.”
“Jane!” Maura said, slapping the detective’s thigh. “What would your mother say if she heard you use those names to express sexual gratification?”
“I...hope my mother never hears me express sexual gratification and therefore I never find out what she’d say.”
She felt Maura smile against her chest. “I hope so too. While I don’t mind discussing sex in the abstract with your mother, I try to avoid the specifics of our lovemaking.”
“Good,” Jane was still languid and dopey, so Maura’s words took a few seconds to register. “Wait. You try to av-...Maura, why are you talking about sex with my mother, at all?”
Maura shrugged against her. “Sometimes she has questions. She’s just curious Jane, I’m sure it’ll wear off eventually.”
“She has questions?” Jane squeaked. “She’s a fiftysomething year old woman. Surely she’s figured out what goes where by now?”
Maura lifted her head to smile affectionately at her lover.
“Jane, she has questions about what women do with each other. It’s quite sweet really. Be grateful that she takes such an interest in your life.”
“Not my sex life, Maura!” Jane was appalled. “That’s...that’s too much. That’s not right.”
“It’s perfectly healthy to discuss sex, Jane. It’s a natural human need, a very basic one in fact. Maslow placed it alongside food and shel-“
“Babe, please don’t make sex all sciencey again. You know it weirds me out. “
“But Jane, sex is science. Reproduction is a biologi-“
“Maura, what we just did had nothing to do with reproduction.”
“Well, though it would not result in conception, we did it because it made us feel good and we hoped to achieve orgasm, which is a chemical reward our body grants us to make reproduction an attractive propos-”
“Maura, I like sex. It’s fun. I like you. A lot. I like having sex with you. Let’s leave it at that, huh?”
Maura smiled. “You like me a lot?” Her tone was teasing, but Jane knew she needed to hear it.
“I love you, you gigantic goofball,” Jane murmured, pressing her lips against Maura’s forehead. “And as much as I like having sex with you, sometimes I think I maybe like this even more...”
She glanced down at their bodies, moulded against each other, fitting perfectly. Maura wiggled her hips, pushing herself even closer
“The desire to be close after sex relates to the need for protection and safety while the egg and th-“
“I thought we just agreed to the no science talk thing?” Jane’s voice was the kind of mock stern that she knew Maura now recognised as teasing. It had taken a little while for them to get there, resulting in some tears and hurt feelings along the way.
Maura’s eyebrows were drawn together, scrunching her brow up in thought. “I don’t recall agreeing to any such thing.”
“Well...you didn’t, but I kinda hoped that telling you how much I love you would distract you from it.”
A smile broke over Maura’s face and she leaned up to drop a sweet kiss on Jane’s cheek.
“Let’s compromise.” Jane almost sighed, because Maura was using the voice that Jane knew would result in her agreeing to whatever this ‘compromise’ was. “I will agree not to discuss the biological imperatives behind sexual intercourse...” Maura’s hand rubbed soothing circles on Jane’s abdomen. “...and the chemicals released during the act...” She let her fingers skirt over the scar tissue at Jane’s side. “...as long as you agree that it’s okay for me to continue answering your mother’s questions.”
Jane considered the offer. The thought of Angela and Maura discussing any kind of sex was disturbing in the extreme, but perhaps it was worth it to keep Maura’s pillow talk away from the more scientific aspects of what it meant that Jane liked to snuggle after sex.
“Fine. You can answer my Ma’s nosey questions. As long as I’m not anywhere near either of you when you do it.”
“Oh, but Jane...” Maura was downright sultry now, her pout so honed that Jane was convinced that she had made it a point to study how the perfect pout was composed during her micro-expression work. “I like being near you.”
Jane grinned and shifted her weight so that she was lying on top of a prone Maura. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m not sure you could get much nearer right now.”
Maura kissed her chin. “But I can try.”
---
'What if I had someone here?' Well? What if she did? Set during 2.08.
A loud knock woke Jane Rizzoli out of what must have been quite a sound sleep. Maura was stirring against her side, turning towards the direction of the noise. From the wide-eyed, confused look on her face, Jane guessed that she had also fallen asleep during whichever fancy French film she’d chosen for them to watch.
“Who the hell is that?” Jane asked, stretching her arms above her head and yawning.
Maura started to stand up, rubbing the side of her eye, delicately. “I don’t know, Jane, why don’t we answer it and find out?”
Jane caught her arm and pulled her back down onto the couch.
“I’ll see who it is. I’m the one with the gun.”
“You’re not wearing your gun,” Maura protested, already snuggling into the warm indentation Jane had left as she stood and headed to the door.
“But I could be,” Jane said as she opened the door to find a man she didn’t recognise.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
He looked surprised to see her and attempted to look over her shoulder. “I’m sorry...I was looking for Maura Isles?” he said in an Australian accent.
“Ian?”
Jane turned to find Maura approaching with a huge smile on her face. Sensing she was about to be trampled, she stood aside just as Maura threw herself into the man’s arms and he lifted her off the ground in a bear hug. Jane watched the interaction closely. And she decided that whoever this guy was, she didn’t like him. He put Maura back on her feet, but she continued to hang onto him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” she asked, still grinning.
“Because I never know when I am,” the guy, Ian Jane supposed his name was, said, as if he were some kind of international man of mystery. His eyes finally flicked back to her and she raised an eyebrow at him. He stepped away from Maura. Not far enough away for Jane’s liking.
“I...should’ve called, I didn’t think you’d have company this late.”
“So you thought you’d give her some?” Jane asked, immediately defensive.
“Oh, sorry! Where are my manners?” Maura finally stepped out of the hulking Antipodean’s grasp. She moved closer to Jane, placing a hand at the small of her back. “Ian, this is Jane. And she’s not company...she’s my partner. Jane, this is Ian. We were in Médecins Sans Frontières together, in Africa.”
Jane glanced at Maura and found that she was wearing a bright smile as she looked between the two of them, it faded slightly when neither of them said anything. Ian rectified that.
“Oh...I...nice to meet you, Jane,” Ian said, extending his hand to Jane. She grasped it and shook it firmly.
“You too...Ian,” Jane said, offering him her best fake smile.
“Come in, Ian.” Maura tugged on his forearm. “Would you like something to drink?”
Ian shifted, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Uh...I don’t...it’s late and I should probably go and check into a hotel.”
Jane’s jaw clenched, her teeth grinding together almost painfully. This guy, who she’d never heard anything about, had planned to spend the night with Maura. With her Maura.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that!” Maura said, seemingly oblivious to Jane’s unease. “There’s...well, Jane’s mother is staying in the guest house right now, but I have spare rooms and...”
“No, really, I should go. I’ll call you. We should meet for a drink.” He glanced at Jane and then back to Maura. “The three of us, I mean.”
“Well, that sounds delightful,” Jane said, wrapping an arm firmly around Maura’s waist. “We’ll look forward to your call, Ian.”
Maura frowned at the tone Jane had used, but made no attempt to move out of her embrace.
“I...yes, perhaps it would be best if we met later in the week. We have so much to catch up on,” Maura said, with a smile.
“So I see,” Ian said, his voice tinged with something that Jane didn’t like at all. He moved forward to kiss Maura’s cheek. “I’ll call you. Goodnight, Maura.”
“Goodnight Ian.”
“It was good to meet you, Jane. I hope we can get to know each other better,” Ian said, turning his attention to the taller woman.
“Oh, me too,” Jane said, the words dripping with false enthusiasm.
“Right, well, enjoy the rest of your evening.” He turned to leave and the women watched him walk back to a hire car and drive away. Jane let go of Maura and walked back to the couch, picking up a copy of National Geographic that Maura had been perusing earlier. She flicked through the pages, clearly not reading. Maura closed the door and leaned back against it with a sigh.
“You’re upset.”
“Well done. Gold star.” Jane continued to flick through the magazine, almost tearing the pages with the ferocity of her movements.
“Are you going to tell me why?” Maura asked, approaching the couch slowly.
“Isn’t it obvious?”Jane spat.
Jane watched as Maura thought back, probably sifting through the evening for evidence.
“Well, you seemed perfectly content before Ian came to the door, so it would appear that his visit is the source of your upset.”
“His ‘visit’, Maura?” Jane finally put down the magazine. “His booty call, more like.”
Sometimes it was literally like a lightbulb had gone on above Maura’s head. Her face lit up, as if she’d only just realised what was causing Jane’s mood.
“Oh! You’re upset because Ian came here expecting that we would sleep together!”
“Yes, Maura. That is why I’m upset. It may surprise you to learn that I’m not a fan of random men I’ve never heard of turning up and expecting sexual favours from my significant other.”
“But Jane, it’s not Ian’s fault. Until now, every other time he’s visited that has been the practice. It’s not surprising that he should have come to expect it.”
Jane’s mouth fell open.
“I’m going to bed.” Jane stood and walked out of the room.
They didn’t do this; they didn’t go to bed mad at each other. And, Jane thought, Maura Isles better be hot on her heels to make damn sure that this was no exception.
***
Marching into the bedroom, Maura observed a lump under the covers on Jane’s side of the bed. She walked over and turned on the bedside lamp, sitting down so that her hip was pressed against some part of Jane; it was difficult to tell which position she was lying in. Jane huffed and pulled a pillow over her head, Maura pulled it right back off again. Jane glared up at her.
“I’m trying to sleep.”
“No, you’re trying to ignore me. And I’m not letting you. So you can either lie there and we can talk, or you can get up and we can talk. The choice is yours, but we’re going to talk.”
“And what if I don’t want to talk?”
“Then you’ll listen. Because I, for one, am not about to allow a silly misunderstanding on someone else’s part give me a sleepless night worrying about the state of my relationship.”
“Maura,” Jane whined. “Don’t guilt trip me. I’m the one who just witnessed you throwing yourself at some random guy on the doorstep.”
She attempted to turn over, but Maura climbed on top of her so that she was straddling Jane’s hips, preventing her from moving. Jane looked up at her incredulously.
“Really, Maura? You’re resorting to restraint already?”
“I did not throw myself at him,” Maura protested, ignoring Jane’s jibe. Maura knew several ways of incapacitating a person with very little effort if she needed to. “I greeted a friend I haven’t’ seen in a long time. And he’s not some random guy. Before I met you, I would probably have described him as the love of my life.”
Jane shook her head. “Is this your attempt at making things better?”
“Yes,” Maura nodded. “Because I wouldn’t describe him as that any longer. And since meeting you I’ve realised that what I felt for him was something else entirely. It was infatuation at best. It was the romance of having someone who was forbidden...unattainable.”
It was true, Ian had been a big, strong man who she had fun with for a while. But their relationship was elevated to something beyond reality by the fact that they had to part. Everything seemed so terribly tragic and romantic that Maura had been convinced that Ian was her soulmate. That was until she encountered a brash, loud, entirely unconventional Boston detective.
“So you want me because I’m easy?” Jane asked, an eyebrow raised. “Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”
“You’re being deliberately obtuse, Jane,” Maura scolded. “I want you because you’re you. And you know what? If you moved to Africa tomorrow, I would be on that plane with you in a second. That’s the difference. You would always be attainable. Because I would do everything in my power to make sure we were together.”
Jane’s face softened as Maura spoke, but she kept her pout in place.
“Well...I...still,” she paused, her hands finding Maura’s hips and squeezing. “Jeez, Maur, you make it really hard to stay mad at you when you say stuff like that.”
“There was no reason for you to be ‘mad’ at me in the first place, Jane,” Maura said. “It wasn’t my fault that Ian turned up and expected me to have sex with him.”
“You could’ve told him that you were in a relationship,” Jane pushed, but her tone and her eyes were soft and Maura knew that she’d finally gotten through to her.
“Have you contacted all of your previous lovers to inform them of our relationship?” Maura asked.
“Well...no, but none of them are likely to turn up at my door in the middle of the night demanding sex.”
“It’s not the middle of the night and no demands were made,” Maura said. “But that aside, what about Agent Dean?”
Maura couldn’t help the distaste in her voice when she spoke his name. She didn’t like to be petty, but sometimes she couldn’t help it.
Jane frowned. “What about him? And, for the record, he is not one of my previous lovers.”
Maura tsked as Jane mimicked her voice on the last word.
“No, but if he turns up at work again, and flirts with you and gives you those looks that he always gives you, would I be entitled to get mad at you?”
Jane frowned. “Uh...”
“And what happens when Lieutenant Grant returns from Washington?” Maura carried on. “Is it not within the realm of possibility that he might harbour expectations about your relationship with him?”
“I...guess...”
“And if either of those situations ever present themselves, I trust that you will inform the gentleman in question of the change in your circumstances and that will be the end of it.”
“Of course I would!” Jane said.
“And is that not exactly what happened here tonight? An old boyfriend of mine showed up and hoped that we might pick up from where we left off, but I immediately told him about you and that was that.” Maura poked Jane’s ribs. “And then you got all cranky with me and went to bed.”
“I...” Jane sighed. “Okay, that’s pretty much what happened.”
Maura grinned in triumph. “Of course it is. Now...how are you going to make it up to me?”
Jane hid a smile behind an exaggerated sigh. She slid her hands around to Maura’s back, sitting up and forcing Maura to shuffle down until she was sitting in her lap, their noses touching gently.
“I suppose I’ll just have to let you have sex with me or something.”
“Oh, no, no, no my darling,” Maura said, running her finger down Jane’s nose, over her lips to tap on her chin. “You don’t get off that easy. I think this calls for a shopping trip.”
“Aww, Maur!”
“A shoe shopping trip.”
Jane looked up at her, using her best puppy-dog eyes.
“I didn’t mean to be an idiot, sweetheart...it’s just...sometimes I can’t believe that someone as incredible as you would choose to be with someone like me. “ She flashed a lopsided grin up at the doctor.
Maura shook her head, smiling back. “You’ve played that card one too many times, Jane Rizzoli,” she said. “I know that you’re more than secure in my love for you.”
Jane’s hands crept up beneath Maura’s silky pyjama top. “Maybe I need some reassurance. It’s not every day that some strapping Australian turns up on the doorstep. Who is also a doctor. Who looks like he’d have good, hardy baby making genes.”
Maura rolled her eyes, knowing fine well she was being played. She tilted her forehead against Jane’s, enjoying the swirl of long fingers over the bare skin of her back.
“Ian does fit all the requirements for a potential mating partner. Tall. Strong. Good bone structure.”
Jane’s hands stopped their progress and she pulled back slightly.
“Really? You’re doing this now?”
Maura nodded, smiling wickedly. “Tall.” A hand ran up Jane’s spine. “Strong.” Fingers curled around Jane’s bicep, squeezing. “Good.” A kiss to Jane’s cheekbone. “Bone.” Her jaw. “Structure.” Her chin. She pulled back and tilted her head. “Sound like anyone you know?”
Jane pretended to think. “Well, the ‘tall’ part rules you out, so...” She caught Maura’s wrist as she slapped at her shoulder. “I suppose you’re telling me that I am also a good potential mating partner. Which, ew, makes me sound like I’m a cow or a monke-.”
“Jane!” Maura grabbed her face with both hands, cutting her off. “I don’t want big strapping Australian babies. I want loud, opinionated Italian babies with a distressing proclivity for listening to their intestines.”
Jane looked for a moment like she might panic, but then her face relaxed into a genuine smile.
“Oh yeah? Well, just make sure that my Ma doesn’t hear about these obnoxious Italian babies you’re planning to have for a little while, huh?”
Maura smiled as Jane pulled her closer, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist as Maura’s arms went about her shoulders.
“They wouldn’t be obnoxious, they would be well-mannered and polite.”
“At the same time as being loud and opinionated?”
“Yes,” Maura said, with a firm nod. “Even you manage to behave yourself when required.”
“Sometimes.” Jane brushed a gentle kiss against Maura’s lips.
“Most times.” Maura deepened the contact, pressing her torso against Jane’s as their tongues danced together.
“So...am I forgiven for being an ass?” Jane murmured.
“I suppose so,” Maura allowed, as Jane’s hand made its way past her waistband. “But we’re still going shoe shopping.”
AUTHOR:
the_girl_20FANDOM: Rizzoli and Isles
PAIRING: Jane/Maura
SUMMARY: A lot of fading to black...
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: ~4,400
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em.
SPOILERS: All eps are fair game.
AUTHORS' NOTES: I wanted to play around a little with Jane and Maura's voices, but, as usual, I had no ideas that would actually result in a fic. So here are some bits and bobs. Also, I do apologise for the butchering of the Italian language. It's been a while...
Set during 2.06. Assumes an established relationship.
“She’s hard to get to know.”
“Oh, I think I got a pretty good idea.”
Watching Maura walk away, Jane Rizzoli’s heart sank. She caught her mother’s eye and gestured to the door. Angela, for once in her life, understood what was being subtly hinted at.
“Wow. I’m...uh...I’m a little faggoty myself,” she said, stretching and faking an enormous yawn.
“Fatiguée,” Maura corrected, without looking up from the counter she was wiping.
“Yeah, I’m real fatiguée,” Angela agreed. “I’m gonna turn in for the night if you girls can handle the clean up.”
“We got it, Ma,” Jane said, rolling her eyes a little at her mother’s over the top acting, but smiling.
Angela got up and padded around to where Jane was sitting. “Time to be the perfect girlfriend,” she whispered, before kissing the top of Jane’s head. “Don’t screw it up.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Ma.” But she caught her mother’s hand and squeezed it gently. It wasn’t often that Jane was truly thankful to have Angela as a mother, but tonight was one of those rare occasions. Angela winked at her and headed for the door, but paused and moved into the kitchen. She put a hand on Maura’s arm to stop the compulsive cleaning and waited for her to look up.
“Thanks for tonight, Maura, and today. I really had fun learning to make croissants with you.”
A slow smile spread across Maura’s face and she nodded.
“I had fun too,” she said, her voice small, breaking Jane’s heart just a little more.
“We should do it more often,” Angela continued. “Maybe you can teach me the pear dessert thing next? Or I can show you how to make my grandma’s gnocchi.”
Jane nearly choked on her wine. Angela Rizzoli did not offer to share family recipes lightly.
“I would love that, Angela,” Maura was saying, her eyes shining with tears. “Truly, I would. Perhaps we can do it one evening this week?”
“It’s a date,” Angela said, leaning in to press a kiss to Maura’s cheek. “Goodnight, sweetie.”
“Goodnight Angela,” Maura whispered. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank family, honey,” Angela said as she let herself out. “You two behave now.”
And she was gone, leaving a silence that was anything but comfortable. Jane stood up and walked to where Maura stood, still looking at the door Angela had left through.
Jane leaned one hip against the counter and reached out to brush a strand of hair away from Maura’s eye, finally gaining her attention.
“Hey.” She tilted her head and offered a lopsided smile, which was returned, a little sadly.
“Hey.”
And without another word, Maura walked forward, into Jane’s body, curling around her. Jane wrapped her arms tightly around the shorter woman, swaying them both back and forth.
“I’m sorry she was rude,” Maura murmured into Jane’s shoulder.
“Don’t apologise for her,” Jane shot back, immediately.
Maura pulled away a little and looked up at Jane in puzzlement.
“But...you apologise for your mother all the time,” she said. “Often when there’s no need.”
She had her there. “That’s...different.”
“How?”
“Because Ma is Ma and your mom is...different.”
Maura sighed and pressed her face back into the crook of Jane’s neck. “I’m so-“
“Stop.” Gently, Jane pushed Maura away a little. “Now, the way I see it is this; we thought we had to sit through some formal dinner with our parents that was stressing you out, but instead we got an evening to ourselves, with the bonus of this fancy dessert you made.” She held up her fingers and counted off on them. “You. Me. Dessert. Alone.” She grinned at Maura. “I’m not seeing the downside. So lets take your Helen Keller Pear thingies and eat ‘em on the couch while we watch something trashy on TV.”
“Poires Belle-Hélène.” Maura said, with a smile. It faded quickly. “Jane, if I made you think that an evening with just you made me feel sad, then I’m so-“
“Maura, honey,” Jane started, taking Maura by the shoulders. “I know why you’re sad. You’re sad because your mom left when you expected her to stay. I’m...not great at being comforting and nurturing and stuff. When I want comfort, usually I want you, chocolate and somewhere comfy to cuddle. So that’s what I was going for in my ‘avoiding talking about the awkward family situation’ way.”
She cupped Maura’s cheek. “But if you want to talk about the awkward family situation, then I am all ears.” Maura opened her mouth, but Jane cut her off. “And I am well aware that ‘all ears’ is an inaccurate description. But if you want to talk, I will listen. And if you want me to slash the tyres on your mom’s car, I will slash them.”
Maura swiped ineffectually at Jane’s arm, laughing softly.
“No slashing necessary,” she said, wrapping her arms around Jane’s torso again and looking up at her. “I think cuddling sounds nicer than talking at the moment. And chocolate also sounds pleasant.” She glanced over at the table, still set for a formal dinner. “But we have to clean up first.”
Jane shook her head. “It can wait until later. Or until the morning.”
Maura’s eyes widened in panic.
“Okay, okay, later,” Jane backpedalled. “I’ll do it later.” She smacked Maura’s ass softly. “Go sit down, I’ll get the Pears Mount St. Helens.”
“Jane,” Maura chided. “You know that’s not what it’s called.”
“I know, I know,” Jane conceded. “But French just sounds silly with my accent.”
“You could say it in Italian?” Maura suggested with a smile and Jane rolled her eyes. She knew that Maura had a thing for her speaking Italian. She sighed and thought for a moment. Then, lifting the tray of desserts with a flourish, she grinned as she headed to where Maura was seated on the couch.
“E stasera, per ti fa piacere, abbiamo le pere della bella Helena.” She placed the tray on the coffee table. “Non conosco questa ‘Helena’, ma non è possibile che lei sia più bella di te. Perché tu sei la donna più bella del mond-mmph.”
Her lips were pressed against Maura’s before she could even finish speaking and she was being pulled down on top of the smaller woman. To people who didn’t know her well, Maura might seem demure. Jane knew differently. Maura was an incredibly passionate woman and had very few qualms about demonstrating that passion at every given opportunity. Jane briefly considered stopping, because Maura had seemed very upset about her mother and it felt a little like taking advantage of her in a vulnerable state. She even went so far as to withdraw from the heated kiss. The look in Maura’s eyes made her breath catch in her throat.
“Vieni qui,” Maura growled, yanking Jane back down.
Then she popped the button on Jane’s pants and all thoughts of stopping disappeared.
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Set somewhere randomly in Season 2. Sort of a 'Fade in from black...'
They lay together, tangled in Jane’s sheets, panting.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.”
“Jane!” Maura said, slapping the detective’s thigh. “What would your mother say if she heard you use those names to express sexual gratification?”
“I...hope my mother never hears me express sexual gratification and therefore I never find out what she’d say.”
She felt Maura smile against her chest. “I hope so too. While I don’t mind discussing sex in the abstract with your mother, I try to avoid the specifics of our lovemaking.”
“Good,” Jane was still languid and dopey, so Maura’s words took a few seconds to register. “Wait. You try to av-...Maura, why are you talking about sex with my mother, at all?”
Maura shrugged against her. “Sometimes she has questions. She’s just curious Jane, I’m sure it’ll wear off eventually.”
“She has questions?” Jane squeaked. “She’s a fiftysomething year old woman. Surely she’s figured out what goes where by now?”
Maura lifted her head to smile affectionately at her lover.
“Jane, she has questions about what women do with each other. It’s quite sweet really. Be grateful that she takes such an interest in your life.”
“Not my sex life, Maura!” Jane was appalled. “That’s...that’s too much. That’s not right.”
“It’s perfectly healthy to discuss sex, Jane. It’s a natural human need, a very basic one in fact. Maslow placed it alongside food and shel-“
“Babe, please don’t make sex all sciencey again. You know it weirds me out. “
“But Jane, sex is science. Reproduction is a biologi-“
“Maura, what we just did had nothing to do with reproduction.”
“Well, though it would not result in conception, we did it because it made us feel good and we hoped to achieve orgasm, which is a chemical reward our body grants us to make reproduction an attractive propos-”
“Maura, I like sex. It’s fun. I like you. A lot. I like having sex with you. Let’s leave it at that, huh?”
Maura smiled. “You like me a lot?” Her tone was teasing, but Jane knew she needed to hear it.
“I love you, you gigantic goofball,” Jane murmured, pressing her lips against Maura’s forehead. “And as much as I like having sex with you, sometimes I think I maybe like this even more...”
She glanced down at their bodies, moulded against each other, fitting perfectly. Maura wiggled her hips, pushing herself even closer
“The desire to be close after sex relates to the need for protection and safety while the egg and th-“
“I thought we just agreed to the no science talk thing?” Jane’s voice was the kind of mock stern that she knew Maura now recognised as teasing. It had taken a little while for them to get there, resulting in some tears and hurt feelings along the way.
Maura’s eyebrows were drawn together, scrunching her brow up in thought. “I don’t recall agreeing to any such thing.”
“Well...you didn’t, but I kinda hoped that telling you how much I love you would distract you from it.”
A smile broke over Maura’s face and she leaned up to drop a sweet kiss on Jane’s cheek.
“Let’s compromise.” Jane almost sighed, because Maura was using the voice that Jane knew would result in her agreeing to whatever this ‘compromise’ was. “I will agree not to discuss the biological imperatives behind sexual intercourse...” Maura’s hand rubbed soothing circles on Jane’s abdomen. “...and the chemicals released during the act...” She let her fingers skirt over the scar tissue at Jane’s side. “...as long as you agree that it’s okay for me to continue answering your mother’s questions.”
Jane considered the offer. The thought of Angela and Maura discussing any kind of sex was disturbing in the extreme, but perhaps it was worth it to keep Maura’s pillow talk away from the more scientific aspects of what it meant that Jane liked to snuggle after sex.
“Fine. You can answer my Ma’s nosey questions. As long as I’m not anywhere near either of you when you do it.”
“Oh, but Jane...” Maura was downright sultry now, her pout so honed that Jane was convinced that she had made it a point to study how the perfect pout was composed during her micro-expression work. “I like being near you.”
Jane grinned and shifted her weight so that she was lying on top of a prone Maura. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m not sure you could get much nearer right now.”
Maura kissed her chin. “But I can try.”
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'What if I had someone here?' Well? What if she did? Set during 2.08.
A loud knock woke Jane Rizzoli out of what must have been quite a sound sleep. Maura was stirring against her side, turning towards the direction of the noise. From the wide-eyed, confused look on her face, Jane guessed that she had also fallen asleep during whichever fancy French film she’d chosen for them to watch.
“Who the hell is that?” Jane asked, stretching her arms above her head and yawning.
Maura started to stand up, rubbing the side of her eye, delicately. “I don’t know, Jane, why don’t we answer it and find out?”
Jane caught her arm and pulled her back down onto the couch.
“I’ll see who it is. I’m the one with the gun.”
“You’re not wearing your gun,” Maura protested, already snuggling into the warm indentation Jane had left as she stood and headed to the door.
“But I could be,” Jane said as she opened the door to find a man she didn’t recognise.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
He looked surprised to see her and attempted to look over her shoulder. “I’m sorry...I was looking for Maura Isles?” he said in an Australian accent.
“Ian?”
Jane turned to find Maura approaching with a huge smile on her face. Sensing she was about to be trampled, she stood aside just as Maura threw herself into the man’s arms and he lifted her off the ground in a bear hug. Jane watched the interaction closely. And she decided that whoever this guy was, she didn’t like him. He put Maura back on her feet, but she continued to hang onto him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” she asked, still grinning.
“Because I never know when I am,” the guy, Ian Jane supposed his name was, said, as if he were some kind of international man of mystery. His eyes finally flicked back to her and she raised an eyebrow at him. He stepped away from Maura. Not far enough away for Jane’s liking.
“I...should’ve called, I didn’t think you’d have company this late.”
“So you thought you’d give her some?” Jane asked, immediately defensive.
“Oh, sorry! Where are my manners?” Maura finally stepped out of the hulking Antipodean’s grasp. She moved closer to Jane, placing a hand at the small of her back. “Ian, this is Jane. And she’s not company...she’s my partner. Jane, this is Ian. We were in Médecins Sans Frontières together, in Africa.”
Jane glanced at Maura and found that she was wearing a bright smile as she looked between the two of them, it faded slightly when neither of them said anything. Ian rectified that.
“Oh...I...nice to meet you, Jane,” Ian said, extending his hand to Jane. She grasped it and shook it firmly.
“You too...Ian,” Jane said, offering him her best fake smile.
“Come in, Ian.” Maura tugged on his forearm. “Would you like something to drink?”
Ian shifted, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Uh...I don’t...it’s late and I should probably go and check into a hotel.”
Jane’s jaw clenched, her teeth grinding together almost painfully. This guy, who she’d never heard anything about, had planned to spend the night with Maura. With her Maura.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that!” Maura said, seemingly oblivious to Jane’s unease. “There’s...well, Jane’s mother is staying in the guest house right now, but I have spare rooms and...”
“No, really, I should go. I’ll call you. We should meet for a drink.” He glanced at Jane and then back to Maura. “The three of us, I mean.”
“Well, that sounds delightful,” Jane said, wrapping an arm firmly around Maura’s waist. “We’ll look forward to your call, Ian.”
Maura frowned at the tone Jane had used, but made no attempt to move out of her embrace.
“I...yes, perhaps it would be best if we met later in the week. We have so much to catch up on,” Maura said, with a smile.
“So I see,” Ian said, his voice tinged with something that Jane didn’t like at all. He moved forward to kiss Maura’s cheek. “I’ll call you. Goodnight, Maura.”
“Goodnight Ian.”
“It was good to meet you, Jane. I hope we can get to know each other better,” Ian said, turning his attention to the taller woman.
“Oh, me too,” Jane said, the words dripping with false enthusiasm.
“Right, well, enjoy the rest of your evening.” He turned to leave and the women watched him walk back to a hire car and drive away. Jane let go of Maura and walked back to the couch, picking up a copy of National Geographic that Maura had been perusing earlier. She flicked through the pages, clearly not reading. Maura closed the door and leaned back against it with a sigh.
“You’re upset.”
“Well done. Gold star.” Jane continued to flick through the magazine, almost tearing the pages with the ferocity of her movements.
“Are you going to tell me why?” Maura asked, approaching the couch slowly.
“Isn’t it obvious?”Jane spat.
Jane watched as Maura thought back, probably sifting through the evening for evidence.
“Well, you seemed perfectly content before Ian came to the door, so it would appear that his visit is the source of your upset.”
“His ‘visit’, Maura?” Jane finally put down the magazine. “His booty call, more like.”
Sometimes it was literally like a lightbulb had gone on above Maura’s head. Her face lit up, as if she’d only just realised what was causing Jane’s mood.
“Oh! You’re upset because Ian came here expecting that we would sleep together!”
“Yes, Maura. That is why I’m upset. It may surprise you to learn that I’m not a fan of random men I’ve never heard of turning up and expecting sexual favours from my significant other.”
“But Jane, it’s not Ian’s fault. Until now, every other time he’s visited that has been the practice. It’s not surprising that he should have come to expect it.”
Jane’s mouth fell open.
“I’m going to bed.” Jane stood and walked out of the room.
They didn’t do this; they didn’t go to bed mad at each other. And, Jane thought, Maura Isles better be hot on her heels to make damn sure that this was no exception.
***
Marching into the bedroom, Maura observed a lump under the covers on Jane’s side of the bed. She walked over and turned on the bedside lamp, sitting down so that her hip was pressed against some part of Jane; it was difficult to tell which position she was lying in. Jane huffed and pulled a pillow over her head, Maura pulled it right back off again. Jane glared up at her.
“I’m trying to sleep.”
“No, you’re trying to ignore me. And I’m not letting you. So you can either lie there and we can talk, or you can get up and we can talk. The choice is yours, but we’re going to talk.”
“And what if I don’t want to talk?”
“Then you’ll listen. Because I, for one, am not about to allow a silly misunderstanding on someone else’s part give me a sleepless night worrying about the state of my relationship.”
“Maura,” Jane whined. “Don’t guilt trip me. I’m the one who just witnessed you throwing yourself at some random guy on the doorstep.”
She attempted to turn over, but Maura climbed on top of her so that she was straddling Jane’s hips, preventing her from moving. Jane looked up at her incredulously.
“Really, Maura? You’re resorting to restraint already?”
“I did not throw myself at him,” Maura protested, ignoring Jane’s jibe. Maura knew several ways of incapacitating a person with very little effort if she needed to. “I greeted a friend I haven’t’ seen in a long time. And he’s not some random guy. Before I met you, I would probably have described him as the love of my life.”
Jane shook her head. “Is this your attempt at making things better?”
“Yes,” Maura nodded. “Because I wouldn’t describe him as that any longer. And since meeting you I’ve realised that what I felt for him was something else entirely. It was infatuation at best. It was the romance of having someone who was forbidden...unattainable.”
It was true, Ian had been a big, strong man who she had fun with for a while. But their relationship was elevated to something beyond reality by the fact that they had to part. Everything seemed so terribly tragic and romantic that Maura had been convinced that Ian was her soulmate. That was until she encountered a brash, loud, entirely unconventional Boston detective.
“So you want me because I’m easy?” Jane asked, an eyebrow raised. “Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”
“You’re being deliberately obtuse, Jane,” Maura scolded. “I want you because you’re you. And you know what? If you moved to Africa tomorrow, I would be on that plane with you in a second. That’s the difference. You would always be attainable. Because I would do everything in my power to make sure we were together.”
Jane’s face softened as Maura spoke, but she kept her pout in place.
“Well...I...still,” she paused, her hands finding Maura’s hips and squeezing. “Jeez, Maur, you make it really hard to stay mad at you when you say stuff like that.”
“There was no reason for you to be ‘mad’ at me in the first place, Jane,” Maura said. “It wasn’t my fault that Ian turned up and expected me to have sex with him.”
“You could’ve told him that you were in a relationship,” Jane pushed, but her tone and her eyes were soft and Maura knew that she’d finally gotten through to her.
“Have you contacted all of your previous lovers to inform them of our relationship?” Maura asked.
“Well...no, but none of them are likely to turn up at my door in the middle of the night demanding sex.”
“It’s not the middle of the night and no demands were made,” Maura said. “But that aside, what about Agent Dean?”
Maura couldn’t help the distaste in her voice when she spoke his name. She didn’t like to be petty, but sometimes she couldn’t help it.
Jane frowned. “What about him? And, for the record, he is not one of my previous lovers.”
Maura tsked as Jane mimicked her voice on the last word.
“No, but if he turns up at work again, and flirts with you and gives you those looks that he always gives you, would I be entitled to get mad at you?”
Jane frowned. “Uh...”
“And what happens when Lieutenant Grant returns from Washington?” Maura carried on. “Is it not within the realm of possibility that he might harbour expectations about your relationship with him?”
“I...guess...”
“And if either of those situations ever present themselves, I trust that you will inform the gentleman in question of the change in your circumstances and that will be the end of it.”
“Of course I would!” Jane said.
“And is that not exactly what happened here tonight? An old boyfriend of mine showed up and hoped that we might pick up from where we left off, but I immediately told him about you and that was that.” Maura poked Jane’s ribs. “And then you got all cranky with me and went to bed.”
“I...” Jane sighed. “Okay, that’s pretty much what happened.”
Maura grinned in triumph. “Of course it is. Now...how are you going to make it up to me?”
Jane hid a smile behind an exaggerated sigh. She slid her hands around to Maura’s back, sitting up and forcing Maura to shuffle down until she was sitting in her lap, their noses touching gently.
“I suppose I’ll just have to let you have sex with me or something.”
“Oh, no, no, no my darling,” Maura said, running her finger down Jane’s nose, over her lips to tap on her chin. “You don’t get off that easy. I think this calls for a shopping trip.”
“Aww, Maur!”
“A shoe shopping trip.”
Jane looked up at her, using her best puppy-dog eyes.
“I didn’t mean to be an idiot, sweetheart...it’s just...sometimes I can’t believe that someone as incredible as you would choose to be with someone like me. “ She flashed a lopsided grin up at the doctor.
Maura shook her head, smiling back. “You’ve played that card one too many times, Jane Rizzoli,” she said. “I know that you’re more than secure in my love for you.”
Jane’s hands crept up beneath Maura’s silky pyjama top. “Maybe I need some reassurance. It’s not every day that some strapping Australian turns up on the doorstep. Who is also a doctor. Who looks like he’d have good, hardy baby making genes.”
Maura rolled her eyes, knowing fine well she was being played. She tilted her forehead against Jane’s, enjoying the swirl of long fingers over the bare skin of her back.
“Ian does fit all the requirements for a potential mating partner. Tall. Strong. Good bone structure.”
Jane’s hands stopped their progress and she pulled back slightly.
“Really? You’re doing this now?”
Maura nodded, smiling wickedly. “Tall.” A hand ran up Jane’s spine. “Strong.” Fingers curled around Jane’s bicep, squeezing. “Good.” A kiss to Jane’s cheekbone. “Bone.” Her jaw. “Structure.” Her chin. She pulled back and tilted her head. “Sound like anyone you know?”
Jane pretended to think. “Well, the ‘tall’ part rules you out, so...” She caught Maura’s wrist as she slapped at her shoulder. “I suppose you’re telling me that I am also a good potential mating partner. Which, ew, makes me sound like I’m a cow or a monke-.”
“Jane!” Maura grabbed her face with both hands, cutting her off. “I don’t want big strapping Australian babies. I want loud, opinionated Italian babies with a distressing proclivity for listening to their intestines.”
Jane looked for a moment like she might panic, but then her face relaxed into a genuine smile.
“Oh yeah? Well, just make sure that my Ma doesn’t hear about these obnoxious Italian babies you’re planning to have for a little while, huh?”
Maura smiled as Jane pulled her closer, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist as Maura’s arms went about her shoulders.
“They wouldn’t be obnoxious, they would be well-mannered and polite.”
“At the same time as being loud and opinionated?”
“Yes,” Maura said, with a firm nod. “Even you manage to behave yourself when required.”
“Sometimes.” Jane brushed a gentle kiss against Maura’s lips.
“Most times.” Maura deepened the contact, pressing her torso against Jane’s as their tongues danced together.
“So...am I forgiven for being an ass?” Jane murmured.
“I suppose so,” Maura allowed, as Jane’s hand made its way past her waistband. “But we’re still going shoe shopping.”
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Date: 2011-09-06 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-06 09:26 pm (UTC)But, because I'm awesome, I will grant your birthday wish. Prompt me.
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Date: 2011-09-06 09:29 pm (UTC)I'd like... Jane/Maura, Jane fighting Tommy for Maura. Or whatever. Also, my birthday is Monday. So make it happen, Cap'n.
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Date: 2011-09-06 09:34 pm (UTC)I shall do my very best to deliver for you, birthday girl.
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Date: 2011-09-07 11:30 am (UTC)please write more Maura and Jane!?
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Date: 2011-09-10 11:17 am (UTC)And without another word, Maura walked forward, into Jane’s body, curling around her. Jane wrapped her arms tightly around the shorter woman, swaying them both back and forth. - Meep
“But if you want to talk about the awkward family situation, then I am all ears.” Maura opened her mouth, but Jane cut her off. “And I am well aware that ‘all ears’ is an inaccurate description. - Hehehe
“No slashing necessary,” - Yeah, you two are slashy enough
If Angie Harmon spoke Italian, I would probably lose my mind. I nearly had a heart attack when Paget Brewster did on Criminal Minds.
Maura and Angela discussing sex would be hi-larious
“Babe, please don’t make sex all sciencey again. You know it weirds me out. “ - HAhahaha. Of course she would do that
“Oh, me too,” Jane said, the words dripping with false enthusiasm. - I can totally hear that
“Really, Maura? You’re resorting to restraint already?” - I'm not complaining
“But that aside, what about Agent Dean?” - *gag*
Maura nodded, smiling wickedly. “Tall.” A hand ran up Jane’s spine. “Strong.” A hand curled around Jane’s bicep, squeezing. “Good.” A kiss to Jane’s cheekbone. “Bone.” Her jaw. “Structure.” Her chin. She pulled back and tilted her head. “Sound like anyone you know?” - Well that's adorable.
“I don’t want big strapping Australian babies. I want loud, opinionated Italian babies with a distressing proclivity for listening to their intestines.” - Awww
“But we’re still going shoe shopping.” - Heh
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Date: 2011-09-10 02:16 pm (UTC)Yeah, you two are slashy enough - An unintentional mention of slashing, but you are correct.
If Angie Harmon spoke Italian, I would probably lose my mind. - I would be interested to hear her speak Italian in her strange hybrid of an accent that's nothing like any of the rest of her TV family ;)
Well that's adorable. - To be fair, with these two, that's not much of an achievement. Are they in the same room? BAM! Adorable.
Maura and Angela discussing sex would be hi-larious - This I may tackle at some point. Because Angela has a lot of comedy potential that I don't think the show uses in the right way sometimes.
You wrote a fic based on my head canon fact and it completely rocked!
Date: 2011-09-10 01:22 pm (UTC)Re: You wrote a fic based on my head canon fact and it completely rocked!
Date: 2011-09-10 02:18 pm (UTC)I don't have a fanfiction.net account. All of my fic is posted on this journal and can be found HERE. I haven't written any other Jane/Maura yet, but there are over 200 other fics on that tag so I hope you find something you like :)
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Date: 2011-09-12 01:25 am (UTC)You really capture these two so well, more please!
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Date: 2011-09-12 07:57 am (UTC)You're right the one you sent me is part of one of these ;)
“But...you apologise for your mother all the time,” she said. “Often when there’s no need.”
She had her there. “That’s...different.”Ha!!!!Ha!!!!!Ha!!!! but also a very interesting double standard that Jane has going there.
I love every bit of the second one - especially the idea of Maura and Angela discussing sex and Jane freaking out about it.
I also very much enjoy the science v sex talk.
I wish the third one had been how the episode went because I don't want to have to deal with Ian :(
"Jane!” Maura grabbed her face with both hands, cutting her off. “I don’t want big strapping Australian babies. I want loud, opinionated Italian babies with a distressing proclivity for listening to their intestines.” Those sound like most excellent children. I don't even mind that they won't be Australian
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Date: 2011-09-22 03:59 am (UTC)a very interesting double standard that Jane has going there. - I think Jane has a lot of those. I think she has rules that apply to herself and rules that apply to everyone else. (She makes up both sets of rules as she goes along.)
the idea of Maura and Angela discussing sex and Jane freaking out about it. - I can totally imagine this happening. I may need to write something involving it someday.
I also very much enjoy the science v sex talk. - Good. I'm glad you liked that part :)
I don't want to have to deal with Ian :( - I did think of you during the Ian escapade. But I'm sure you'll deal with it admirably.
Those sound like most excellent children. I don't even mind that they won't be Australian - That's very big of you :)
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Date: 2011-09-25 05:32 pm (UTC)Please write more!
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Date: 2011-09-26 08:52 pm (UTC)I'm very glad that you enjoyed these little bits and pieces. I have similarly waded through some very uninspiring R&I fics, so it's lovely that you don't count mine among them.
You can comment here anytime ;)
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Date: 2011-09-26 08:53 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed them. I had fun playing with Jane and Maura.
Thanks!
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