“Rizzoli & Isles” Subtext Recap (): Maura cleans out her closet - Page 3 of 5 - AfterEllen
Anyone that is watching the TNT hit show Rizzoli & Isles can't have missed the beautiful relationship between Jane and Maura. Watching their friendship unfold . Rizzoli and Isles fans are so, so mad about Jane ending up with a dude, but It became pretty clear that Maura was starting to feel like a third wheel, that it looks like this show is going to wrap up with Jane in a relationship. Jane and Maura's relationship is put through the ultimate test as temptation comes between them. A character from Maura's past and Jane's.
But, on a positive note, she got my dad to agree to come back early from his zoological expedition of the Pan paniscus in the Congo.
Isn't your father a professor? What's he doing in the Congo? Maura stood up from her seat to stop Jane's movements. She extended her hands to help Jane shed the dress from her body.
I keep forgetting that Latin wasn't a mandatory course for most children.
It's the bonobo, a smaller relative of the chimpanzee. My father is a professor, but he frequently likes to go on sabbatical to do in-field research.
He prefers research over his professorial duties but his tenure requires him to teach a couple of upper-level classes on occasion. That's actually how he met my mother. She saw him sketching some gorillas on a napkin and fell in love with his 'little doodles' as she called them.
I can't believe I've never told you that before. I bet I did and you just weren't listening. You never listen to me. If he's anything like you, though, I might regret that sentiment. I was just thinking out loud. Remember last time you thought out loud?
You said I couldn't do that thing with my tongue and I promptly proved you wrong, multiple times? Do you really want that to happen again, Jane? With Maura's help the dress fell from the other woman's body. Jane breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out of its expensive confines, allowing Maura to start hanging the dress back up. Because, last time I checked, dancing on tables with a glass of eggnog while singing Madonna's 'Deeper and Deeper' and 'Into The Groove' off-key in every conceivable way isn't something a doctor would like others to see.
Watching you live out your college Spring Break dreams over and over again is just too much fun," Jane said, taking off the matching gloves and throwing them at her girlfriend. We've been here all day, Maura. I didn't get to eat breakfast because a certain nerd insisted on getting some early morning sex in.
Give a girl a break. If you keep insisting on making love with the rise of the sun every-day, you're going to have to let me buy some Pop-Tarts or Toaster Strudel for the house. I'm running on empty here.
Jane immediately stepped between him and her girlfriend. The small man was hardly rude to them, but Jane still found him a little disconcerting. He seemed to be studying for the role of a ghost.
Everything he did was just enough to be considered helpful yet still completely inhuman. Despite her own personal issues with the assistant, Maura obviously saw something in Eric since every time she requested new clothes and shoes from the top designers he would insist on making himself available for her fitting.
His pink and lime-green polka-dot collared shirt seemed to insist that he was gay, but Jane still felt the familiar twangs of jealousy brewing in the deepest realms of her soul. As of late, this was becoming a running problem. Jane knew that Maura loved her but she couldn't stop the niggling in her heart telling her to be on the look-out for a threat that was surely lurking on the horizon.
Anything and everything was proving to fit that description, including a man that was half her height and probably liked other men.
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Jane just couldn't understand it. A woman as perfect as Maura could be with anyone yet the fact that she had chosen to be with her — the eldest daughter of an Italian plumber — seemed to be the stuff of Disney movies. It just seemed improbable especially after everything she had done to hurt Maura. Normally, Jane would have addressed her insecurities during one of their newly established weekly discussion dates.
With their hectic schedules, they both reveled in having alone time to talk about whatever was on their minds that didn't include work. Jane had thought she knew Maura fairly well, but after learning that she used to be the mascot — a black knight — for her boarding school, Jane realized that she didn't really know that much about Maura. Making it her main objective to learn everything about the blonde, Jane worked that much harder during the week to ensure that her schedule was free for their time together.
If there was one thing Jane had learned about Maura it was that they weren't really all that different. That's what made them such great friends and great lovers. But that was also what made discussing her problems so much more difficult. If Maura told her that she was jealous of Frost because he was a potential risk to their relationship, Jane would hardly take it seriously.
If Maura was flippant with her feelings… She didn't think she would be able to take it. So for now, Jane repressed her insecurities or attempted to, at least. Returning her focus back to the young man chatting with Maura, Jane eyed the gown she had tried on which was now in the man's hands.
I'm only prepared to spend three-hundred. All pieces are custom fitted to the wearer so that is an extra surcharge…" Grabbing a small note pad with numbers and scribbles inside, the assistant began tallying up the numbers.
Rizzoli isn't your guest, we'll have to do some paperwork before she can purchase. We've been having problems with people buying pieces and trying to return them like this is," the small man shuddered slightly, "Target.
I thought everyone knew that you can't return a custom fitted Marc Jacobs jacket from last season. If that was the case I'd be returning my lime-green and fuchsia skinnys as soon as fall hits.
Jane's with me, Eric. She's just not used to letting someone else take care of her for a change," Maura said happily, poking Jane slightly to encourage her to close her mouth. God knows I don't need any more shoes but-" "You can never have enough shoes," he interrupted with a smile, taking the long gown toward a small keeper rack where a shiny silver gown also resided.
The pinstripe hasn't been selling as well as the tweed but I think that's just because everyone is getting tired of wearing black for fall. You said we could go to dinner after we tried on this last gown. Then we'll go and pick something up dinner. I know how much of a distraction I can be so I'll go wait outside.
She laughed as the telltale squeal of her girlfriend's annoyance echoed from inside the dressing room, presumably in response to Eric's unexpected poking and prodding. Jane hated being fitted more than she hated trying on clothes. Leaning back against the wall of the dressing room, Maura lifted her hand to trace the smile that had hardly left her face in the last couple of months.
It had been far too long for her to remember being this…happy? No, that was not the right word. The feeling was closer to contentment. Maura had finally met her one and only, someone just for her, a soulmate. Maura's mother had taught her the importance of meeting someone special. Constance had never directly stated it to her as a child but seeing how happy her mother was around her father had left an impression on Maura's young mind. As a child, Maura hated the love her mother had for her father because it frequently reaffirmed her own status as the third wheel orphan taken in by the rich couple with no child of their own.
It was unbelievably hard on her to grow up feeling as if she didn't belong in the only family she had ever known. All of the achievements Maura had gained in her life were just lame attempts to fill the hole in her heart that had been growing since her childhood. And you would have to be blind to miss how Maura felt about Jane. No, she knew Maura was in love with her, too. Now, she no longer hesitates to make them into something more.
Now, she knows they can never be. Now, she knows exactly how much she has to lose. Ever since the warehouse shooting, Jane had promised herself that if she could just get Maura back into her life as her friend, that would be enough. But Maura being the unbelievably magnanimous human being that she is, came back into her life as her best friend. Still and stronger than before. And Jane had promised herself that she would never, ever do anything to jeopardize that again. A life without Maura was no life at all.
At first, Maura seemed to be of a similar sentiment. And yes, Jane knows that ultimately, Maura would rather just be friends than nothing at all. But lately, it almost seems as though Maura doesn't find the idea of a "them" dangerous at all.
It almost seems as though Maura thinks the idea of remaining just friends is more dangerous than crossing the previously un-crossable line. And that, more than anything, terrifies Jane and pushed her towards Casey. But as Jane stood in the wreckage of the collapsed building, holding Maura's hand and looking into those green eyes, she realized that safe was also cowardly.
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And now, Jane was at a bit of a loss. She wants Maura, with everything she is. It was almost unbearable. They were walking a fine line between friends and more, occasionally stumbling.
Occasionally intentionally tripping and falling, only for a moment, attempting to escape reality. And just as Jane would dare teeter towards the infinitely more pleasurable, more fulfilling side of that line, she would flash back to the look in Maura's eyes as she hovered over Doyle's body.
And she shut down. All it took to make her reconsider years of pent up emotion and self-discipline was a day like today. And the look in Maura's eyes right now. Their relationship had evolved to a point where they didn't really need words in a time like this.
They were so finely attuned to each other that no questions were asked; they instinctively knew what the other needed. As Maura looked up into her eyes, she knew. Tonight, they were going to test the line between friendship and more. Tonight, they both needed more. As they stood in the kitchen, Jane squeezed Maura's hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. Once she pulled away, Maura slowly opened her eyes. Her forehead crinkled and she gave a sad half smile as she slowly, carefully brought a hand up to cup Jane's cheek.
She ran the pad of her thumb across Jane's bottom lip in an attempt to wipe off the smudge of soot left by her forehead. She repressed the urge to lean forward and capture that lip between her own, the urge to lick it clean and gently bite down and tug until Jane gave in and finally kissed her properly. Her breath caught in her chest when Jane grabbed hold of her wrist and placed a kiss to the pad of her thumb, and then the inside of her palm. Jane pulled her out of her reverie when she quietly rasped "I'm gonna go grab a shower, okay?
She sat there, leaning against the counter, wondering if Jane would ever realize that ignoring this could potentially harm their relationship just as much as something like the warehouse shooting. Casey had been the first real threat.
She knows why Jane clung to Casey. But what Jane didn't understand, or know, was how much it hurt to stand by and see the woman she loves fawning and pining over a man who couldn't offer her even half as much as she could. How much it hurt, that hollow ache, to know that Jane didn't love Casey like she loves Maura, and knows how Maura loves her, yet she chooses to pursue Casey instead. And then to have that man treat the woman she loves the way he did, and have to pick up the pieces of her broken heart — their broken hearts — because he was too proud, too cowardly to see what he could have?
And Maura could never tell her. She knows she has to wait for Jane to realize this on her own. And Maura could be patient because Jane…Jane would be more than worth it. She already is more than worth it. She set about the kitchen to prepare a light dinner for when Jane was out of the shower. Thankfully, Angela had left perfectly proportioned leftovers in the freezer, so she didn't have to put much effort or thought into it.
Once the containers were out and the plate was in the oven, Maura went up to her bathroom to take a much needed shower, followed by a hot bath. Once the water ran clear after washing her hair for the third time, Jane shut off the water and exited the shower. She quickly toweled off and threw on a pair of gray sweats and a white tank top before she made her way down to the kitchen.
It was then, as she walked into the kitchen to pull the heated leftovers out of the oven, that Jane realized she was home. Maura was her home.
Maura, who kept her shampoo and soaps in the guest bathroom. Maura, who let her have a dresser filled with her things in the guest bedroom. Maura, who kept her beer in her fridge. Maura, who had a bed for Jo Friday in her living room, which the little pooch was currently sleeping in, and always had her food on hand.
Maura, who knew she would be hungry and set the leftovers to be warmed by the time she finished showering. Maura, who never failed to tell her the truth and always, always stood by her side.
It was times like these that overwhelmed her with her love for that woman; and she was absolutely bowled over by Maura's love for her. Jane quietly knocked on Maura's bathroom door while balancing a tray with dinner, a glass of wine and a bottle of beer in her left hand.
At Maura's barely audible 'come in', Jane toed the door open and tried to keep her breathing pattern somewhat normal. Maura lay back in the bath, damp hair twisted up with loose tendrils falling to frame her face and starting to curl as they dried.
Both arms rested on the sides of the tub as she softly smiled up at Jane. She returned her smile while passing Maura her glass of wine and silently both cursing and thanking her lucky stars for the scented bubbles that were miraculously covering Maura. She twirled the pasta around her fork, with a bite of chicken, and shoveled it into her mouth. She hummed in appreciation of her Ma's excellent cooking skills. Jane was mesmerized as Maura leaned forward and slowly wrapped her lips around the fork and moaned her appreciation for the food.
Jane's heartbeat spiked as she watched Maura's tongue peek out to catch a bit of sauce at the corner of her mouth. How does she make eating sexy? Your mother's cooking is always wonderful.
Maura's affection for her mother always warmed her heart, and her mother honestly couldn't be more pleased to finally have a doctor in the family, especially because it was Maura.
They continued in this fashion until the plate was cleared. They sat, sipping their beverages and enjoying each other's quiet company. At some point, Jane's arm had come to rest across the back of the tub, behind Maura's head. Her fingers had been gently toying with the slightly curled hair at the base of Maura's neck. It felt so natural, so soothing to do something as simple as twist the curls around her fingertips, and Maura clearly enjoyed it. Her eyes had closed and her head had tipped forward, a small smile curling those gorgeous lips.
Once their drinks were finished, Maura signaled for Jane to pass her towel. Jane stood, feeling rather bold, and held the overly plush towel up for Maura to step into. They locked eyes as Maura slowly rose from the water, rivulets and bubbles trailing over yoga toned curves and planes. She deserved an award for maintaining eye contact, but those eyes were so captivating. Maura's subtle smirk indicated she knew exactly where Jane's thoughts had been heading.
But tonight, tonight was about comfort. Tonight was about feeling whole and safe; she could wait to push Jane's buttons another time. As she stepped into the towel, Jane carefully wrapped it around her and pulled her into an embrace. They held each other for minutes, or hours, reveling in the sensation of feeling so wholly at peace, at home, with another person.
Eventually, Jane broke the silence. I'll be down shortly. She examined her reflection as she took care of her hair, moisturized and momentarily debated putting a little make up on. No, Jane always seemed to be a little more flustered by her when she was fresh-faced. A little perfume, however, would be agreeable.
She dabbed a bit on her wrists and just behind her ears, knowing Jane particularly loved this scent. She headed over to the closet, debating her sleepwear. She could opt for her usual silk pajamas, but ever since Casey had re-appeared in their lives, she had taken to wearing a silk nightgown in Jane's presence. Yes, it was daring and borderline inappropriate at times.
But it was a much more fun way to remind Jane of what she could have, if only she would come to her senses. She settled on a silvery gray silk nightgown that fell to mid thigh, with a lace trim that accentuated her cleavage and clung to her waist.
Yes, tonight was about comfort, warmth and safety. But that didn't mean she couldn't give Jane a nudge. With a smirk, she made her way downstairs to join Jane for SportsCenter. Jane was sprawled out on the couch, left arm draped across the back, beer in hand, with one leg propped up against the back of the couch and the other resting on the coffee table. Maura didn't have the heart to reprimand her tonight.
Instead, she chose to tap the leg that was resting against the back of the couch until Jane lowered it to the coffee table, and nestled herself into Jane's side.