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thegirl20TITLE: Guess who's coming to dinner?
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FANDOM: Rizzoli and Isles
PAIRING: Jane/Maura
SUMMARY: Angela and Maura have a little talk following this discussion.
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: ~750
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em.
SPOILERS: None.
AUTHORS' NOTES: Coupla people commented on Maura and Angela's sex discussions. This is related to those.
Angela Rizzoli was a perceptive woman. She knew when something was up; particularly with one of her children. And something was up now. Jane had barely glanced in her direction all during dinner and then had jumped at Maura’s suggestion that she go and pick up some cheesecake from their favourite restaurant for dessert. It seemed like she couldn’t bear to be in the same room as her own mother.
In the past, Angela would have had to wait, and then push and prod until finally whichever errant child was having problems would finally open up and talk to her. But now she had something far better. She had a child whose girlfriend was incapable of lying.
She watched in silence while Maura emptied the dishwasher, choosing her moment.
“Maura, is Jane okay?”
Maura looked over at Jane’s mother and frowned. “In what sense? She seemed physically fine when she left for the store a few moments ago, and I would say that her mental health is in a better place than it has been for a long ti-“
Angela sensed that she was about to get a rundown of Jane’s vitals and cut in while she had the chance.
“No, I mean, I know she’s okay…I just…you didn’t think she was acting kinda funny tonight?”
Maura shook her head, going back to her task. “Not particularly. Jane is often humorous though, so perhaps I missed one of her jokes.”
“No she,” Angela took a deep breath, her years as a mother meant she had almost boundless patience, but sometimes Maura pushed her to the limit. “She couldn’t look me in the eye…I just thought it was strange is all.”
“Oh!” Maura exclaimed, her eyes lighting up in understanding. “I know why that is.”
She went back to putting away the dishes. Angela watched and waited for a few moments. When nothing further was forthcoming, she spoke again.
“Feel like sharing it with me?”
Maura turned again, smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry, of course. I told her that you and I have, on occasion, spoken about sex.”
Well, that explained the evasive behaviour. Angela laughed in relief. Jane would get over it. Eventually. And maybe she could even have a little fun with it in the meantime.
“Wow. Now I get why she was acting how she was acting. She musta really chewed you out for that, huh?”
Maura was completely confused. She looked at Angela closely, shaking her head.
“Well, no. As I said, she wasn’t very happy about it so she didn’t deem it something worthy of rewarding with oral sex.”
“Ora-…” Angela flushed a deep shade of red. “No! Chewed you out! Like, yelled at you! Not ate yo-….you know what? Maybe Janie’s right. Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this any more…”
“Oh, okay!” Maura chirped, unperturbed. “Jane would probably prefer that, yes.”
Just then, Angela heard Jane’s car pull into the driveway.
“You know, I’m actually kinda tired so I think I’ll head off to bed and let you two girls have some privacy.” She was already backing towards the door that led to the guesthouse.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to go.” Maura called after her.
“No, no, I’m sure. Keep me a piece of cheesecake and I’ll have it tomorrow.” And with that she was gone.
“O…kay.” Maura said, her attention drawn to the other door, where Jane was making an entrance, noisily. She greeted her girlfriend with a wide smile and accepted a peck on the cheek.
“Hey,” Jane said, matching Maura’s grin, her eyes flicking around the room. “Ma gone?”
“Yes, she left quite abruptly.” Maura said, pouring wine into two glasses and removing the dessert Jane had brought in from its box.
“Oh yeah?” Angela was not a person to skip out on dessert lightly. “She feelin’ okay?”
“I think she was a little embarrassed,” Maura confided, slicing the cheesecake. “But, on the upside, she agrees with you that she and I shouldn’t discuss sex any more.” Maura turned with another bright smile and handed Jane one of the glasses of wine. Jane took it, looking at Maura her expression frozen in place.
“Okay…do I want to know why she came to that decision?” Jane asked, raising both of her eyebrows.
Maura shrugged. “I think I may have misunderstood an idiom she used, mistaking it for a description of cunnili-“
“Okay!” Jane interrupted, holding up her glass and her free hand as if to physically stop Maura’s words. She flashed a huge, fake, smile. “I think that’s all I need to know. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Maura said, clinking her glass against Jane’s and taking a sip of her wine.
AUTHOR:
the_girl_20FANDOM: Rizzoli and Isles
PAIRING: Jane/Maura
SUMMARY: Angela and Maura have a little talk following this discussion.
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: ~750
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em.
SPOILERS: None.
AUTHORS' NOTES: Coupla people commented on Maura and Angela's sex discussions. This is related to those.
Angela Rizzoli was a perceptive woman. She knew when something was up; particularly with one of her children. And something was up now. Jane had barely glanced in her direction all during dinner and then had jumped at Maura’s suggestion that she go and pick up some cheesecake from their favourite restaurant for dessert. It seemed like she couldn’t bear to be in the same room as her own mother.
In the past, Angela would have had to wait, and then push and prod until finally whichever errant child was having problems would finally open up and talk to her. But now she had something far better. She had a child whose girlfriend was incapable of lying.
She watched in silence while Maura emptied the dishwasher, choosing her moment.
“Maura, is Jane okay?”
Maura looked over at Jane’s mother and frowned. “In what sense? She seemed physically fine when she left for the store a few moments ago, and I would say that her mental health is in a better place than it has been for a long ti-“
Angela sensed that she was about to get a rundown of Jane’s vitals and cut in while she had the chance.
“No, I mean, I know she’s okay…I just…you didn’t think she was acting kinda funny tonight?”
Maura shook her head, going back to her task. “Not particularly. Jane is often humorous though, so perhaps I missed one of her jokes.”
“No she,” Angela took a deep breath, her years as a mother meant she had almost boundless patience, but sometimes Maura pushed her to the limit. “She couldn’t look me in the eye…I just thought it was strange is all.”
“Oh!” Maura exclaimed, her eyes lighting up in understanding. “I know why that is.”
She went back to putting away the dishes. Angela watched and waited for a few moments. When nothing further was forthcoming, she spoke again.
“Feel like sharing it with me?”
Maura turned again, smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry, of course. I told her that you and I have, on occasion, spoken about sex.”
Well, that explained the evasive behaviour. Angela laughed in relief. Jane would get over it. Eventually. And maybe she could even have a little fun with it in the meantime.
“Wow. Now I get why she was acting how she was acting. She musta really chewed you out for that, huh?”
Maura was completely confused. She looked at Angela closely, shaking her head.
“Well, no. As I said, she wasn’t very happy about it so she didn’t deem it something worthy of rewarding with oral sex.”
“Ora-…” Angela flushed a deep shade of red. “No! Chewed you out! Like, yelled at you! Not ate yo-….you know what? Maybe Janie’s right. Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this any more…”
“Oh, okay!” Maura chirped, unperturbed. “Jane would probably prefer that, yes.”
Just then, Angela heard Jane’s car pull into the driveway.
“You know, I’m actually kinda tired so I think I’ll head off to bed and let you two girls have some privacy.” She was already backing towards the door that led to the guesthouse.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to go.” Maura called after her.
“No, no, I’m sure. Keep me a piece of cheesecake and I’ll have it tomorrow.” And with that she was gone.
“O…kay.” Maura said, her attention drawn to the other door, where Jane was making an entrance, noisily. She greeted her girlfriend with a wide smile and accepted a peck on the cheek.
“Hey,” Jane said, matching Maura’s grin, her eyes flicking around the room. “Ma gone?”
“Yes, she left quite abruptly.” Maura said, pouring wine into two glasses and removing the dessert Jane had brought in from its box.
“Oh yeah?” Angela was not a person to skip out on dessert lightly. “She feelin’ okay?”
“I think she was a little embarrassed,” Maura confided, slicing the cheesecake. “But, on the upside, she agrees with you that she and I shouldn’t discuss sex any more.” Maura turned with another bright smile and handed Jane one of the glasses of wine. Jane took it, looking at Maura her expression frozen in place.
“Okay…do I want to know why she came to that decision?” Jane asked, raising both of her eyebrows.
Maura shrugged. “I think I may have misunderstood an idiom she used, mistaking it for a description of cunnili-“
“Okay!” Jane interrupted, holding up her glass and her free hand as if to physically stop Maura’s words. She flashed a huge, fake, smile. “I think that’s all I need to know. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Maura said, clinking her glass against Jane’s and taking a sip of her wine.
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Date: 2011-10-09 04:47 pm (UTC)Glad you liked this little one. It wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it down :)