Okay so I’m going to start doing these “Sunday fanbites” fanfiction sundays where I do a short one-shot of my favorite femslash pairings. Here is the first one! Happy Sunday!
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Title: Black Coffee…with seven sugars and heavy cream
Maura never really liked her coffee black. She just pretended to because that’s what all the sophisticated elites in her life did.
If she was being honest (which she had to be and thank god no one asked) she really liked her coffee with lots of sugar and cream.
She would never admit this to Jane. And it’s not the only thing she would never admit. Because she might not like her coffee black, but that black hair and those dark eyes—she could sip on those all day long.
She sat there, in her living room on a Sunday morning, pondering this. Black coffee in hand, steam feathering off the mug into the morning light streaming through the French doors. Today she would indulge, she decided. Walking into the kitchen and grabbing the sugar stowed away in the back of the cabinet, dumping a more than healthy portion in the mug. For her inner child…she thought to herself. She then reached into the fridge and got out some heavy cream left over from Angela’s baking and dumped it in. She took a sip and smiled at the rich flavor. She went a step further and added some chocolate syrup. Perfect. She migrated back over to the couch and attempted not to chug her sweet drink. If Jane ever found out, she would never hear the end of it. Maura was always chastising her diet.
She heard the front door open and the familiar gait of her detective strolling in, putting the keys on the table my the door, irritatedly slipping off her shoes, and bumble into the kitchen to look for something to eat.
“Hey Maur. Do you have anything good? I’m starving. Ugh! God. Why do I even ask. All you have is stupid ‘health food’” she mocked, letting the refrigerator slam shut. She wandered around the island toward the couch where she wrapped her long fingers around Maura’s mug and attempted to steal it away, brushing her soft skin, smirk on her lips.
Maura swatted her hand away. “No, Jane!” She said, getting up and covering the mug, her eyes anxious and her chest reddening.
At this, Jane became suspicious.
She moved over toward Maura like a big cat lurking over skittish prey.
“C’mon. Just one sip? Since when are you so stingy? You always steal my fries.”
She moved toward Maura cornering her against the wall.
Maura gulped. Finally deciding the best option was to chug it right then and there. Despite it being hot.
She tilted it back and tried to drink as much as she could eliciting a laugh from Jane. “Maura! What the hell, give it to me!” She said, finally managing to get the mug away from the blonde. There was half a cup left. Maura held her breath while Jane took a swig. She gasped.
“Ohhhhaha. This is rich. Literally. And figuratively. Little miss ‘Jane! Eat healthier! Jane, that’s too much sugar.” She mocked, moving her hands around and screwing up her face. “Well the truth comes out. What else are you hiding from me?”
Jane stepped closer, taking a long draw from the mug, effectively pushing Maura into the wall, no where else to go. Maura felt the hives coming on.
“Hiding from you? I’m—I’m not hiding anything from you. It’s not hiding if you just don’t notice the obvious, Jane.” She crossed her arms in defense.
“Oh so now I’m stupid.” Jane said dropping one arm in offense.
“No!” Maura said. “No you’re not stupid. You just-you just must not…feel..or want…me or whatever—it’s just not the same for you. As it is for me. Or something.” She sputtered, nervous.
Jane frowned, eyebrows crinkling. Was her best friend saying what she thought she was?
“What way?” She questioned, setting the mug down.
Maura rolled her eyes. Oh screw it. She thought. Her eyes darkening with determination, she moved forward wrapping an arm around Jane’s waist and pulling her in—waiting for rejection. But it didn’t come. Only a darkening and widening of Jane’s eyes in response. She put her other hand around the back of Jane’s neck, stretching her fingers to find Jane’s curls. Nothing—no running away from either of them. So she inched forward…catching Jane’s breath hitch, noticing the blush creeping up her neck. She moved her hand up Jane’s torso and over her bare chest revealed by her v-neck. Jane’s hands automatically respond, wrapping around Maura’s waist, gripping her hips
“This way.” She said, low and sultry, leaning in for a kiss. It was warm and chaste at first, and lingering. She pulled back, waiting, and then went in again, pulling Jane’s lower lip into her mouth, dragging her tongue over its edge. Jane moaned.
When they parted, Jane and Maura both stood catching their breath.
“Okay, I think I can forget about the coffee.” Jane finally said.
“As long as we never stop doing that.”
Maura grinned.
“Deal.”
