RIZZOLI & ISLES

Odd Girl Out

laughsunshine

Title: Odd Girl Out

Author: laughsunshine

Pairing: Maura/Jane, Maura

Rating: PG–13

Summary: Maura’s brain never seems to rest and when Jane is sleeping soundly next to her, how can she rest? This took forever. I watched all current episodes and I still don’t believe I know the characters well enough to write. But I did. So forgive me if it isn’t exactly on the mark.

Disclaimer: I own nothing; no profits made here. TNT owns it all.

Spoilers: None.

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Odd Girl Out

laughsunshine

Maura liked men. They were sturdy, rugged, handsome creatures. Biology 101. Male. Female. Sexual stimuli. Makes logical sense. Makes biological sense.

One problem.

Maura also liked Jane. “Maura the Bore–A” liked “Rolli–Polli–Rizzoli”. She realized this phenomenon sometime between their little drink dates and late night sleepovers. Of course, Maura never showed her interest. The was no reason to explore her feelings. Jane is straight.

Jane lacked confidence when it came to her sexuality. She was a natural tomboy and her awkwardness poured into her love life. She gets real nervous when women mistakenly hit on her and whenever she’s called a skinny greasy dyke by criminals’ mothers. It’s easier to settle with the comfortable. Comfortable clothes. Comfortable hobbies. Comfortable men, namely Grant. But he moved to D.C. Leaving her with her best friend Maura.

That’s why she is sleeping soundly next to Maura tonight. Jane’s apartment gets lonely and she wanted company. It was a long night of wine, beer, pets, and talking. Maura laughed silently recalling Jane trying to get Jo Friday to go to sleep in the living room so she didn’t have to sneeze all night. Maura looked towards the bottom of the bed at two tiny little eyes and smiled as she remembered Jane carrying Jo Friday back into the bedroom to sleep with them, and then demanding Benadryl. Maura gave her the diphenhydramine and soon enough Jane was out like a light.

Jane complained about the little dog, but Maura knew she loved the little mutt. That’s how Jane was. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside. She loved that about Jane. She loved a lot about Jane. She was jealous of Jane’s ability to compartmentalize so well. Work was work and nothing interfered with that. Maura could never sort emotions well. Even as a kid. She was always teased about being different, boring most said. She found logical connections in almost everything she did or experienced as a child, from why the bullies were so cruel to why she was always the odd girl out. She was mathematically flawless and scientifically calculated. Every decision was arrived at through maticulous research and deduction.

One problem.

There was no scientific method or due process that resulted in an answer to why she was so attracted to Jane. Jane would never compromise her work environment for a relationship anyway. Jane had trouble enough explaining her dating choices now to her mother, how would she explain a woman? And family was crucial to Jane. They were from separate worlds. Jane wouldn’t ever make the first move.

Maura shifted a little in the bed and faced Jane, who was snuggled adorably into her pillow.

Jane had this raw beauty that Maura couldn’t shake. It was obvious, yet not at the same time. Anatomy is anatomy; it’s all basically the same. But Jane’s anatomy was special to Maura. Her beautiful hair was flawless, even when it was tangled and messy from a chase or a battle with a suspect. Her skin was soft, but her hands were rough. Her dimples were a cute quality to a rugged, strong face. Her body is lean and muscular, but her diet is that of a frat boy. She is a mix of contradictions.

Maura sighed to herself and scooted a little closer to Jane, and to Maura’s surprise, Jane lifted her arm and draped it across her hip. Jane mumbled incoherently and Maura found herself unable to get away without waking her up. I guess I’ll just wait until she notices and pulls away, thought Maura. However, Jane opened her eyes. Panic set in and she quickly moved her hand away.

“Sorry Maura, didn’t mean to,” said Jane as she repositioned herself farther away.

Maura could have laughed it off. Maura could have even to pretended not to notice. But something in th way Jane’s eyes were sparkling made her close the gap between them with a sensual kiss.

As the two parted, Jane said, “What was that Mar?”

For once in her life, she didn’t have a word to say. No theories. No guesses. Nothing. She just turned over and pretended to sleep.

“M. Mar. Maura,” said Jane, poking the doctor’s back, “Please explain.”

“Nothing Jane,” said Maura, silent tears edging down her cheeks. See? Defining logic. Breaking the rules. She’s the odd girl out again.

“Alright,” said Jane, turning over and letting the Benadryl continue its affects.

With luck she won’t remember the kiss in the morning and nothing will be different, thought Maura sadly.

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