Genre: Fluff, Romance
Character(s): Jane Rizzoli, Maura Isles
Summary: Jane Rizzoli had never truly loved someone-until she met Maura Isles.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, would I be writing fic for it? Probably. But I don't own it. So there.
Author's Note: Just a little drabble-y, extremely fluffy thing that I wrote while half-asleep. So, if you catch any typos, that's the reason why.
Jane Rizzoli had never truly loved someone-until she met Maura Isles.
Sure, she loved her family, but she had never loved someone. She had liked people, and she had thought that she loved them. But she always realized later that they had never meant as much to her as she hoped they would.
Everywhere, there were people falling in love. Jane had hated it, because it was something she didn't have. Sure, with her job, it made things complicated. But that didn't mean that she didn't have a heart, that she didn't want to have someone there to hold her when she truly needed it.
Jane had feelings too, and sometimes she needed someone to be there for her. But there wasn't, and she had begun to think that there never would be. She had begun to believe that her life would be spent in solitude, living alone with only Jo Friday for company.
Then it happened. A few too many glasses of wine had led to a drunken kiss between Jane and Maura, her best friend. The first few days afterwards were filled with awkward glances and clipped conversations, but soon they decided to try it again-without the intoxication.
It had been amazing and blissful and perfect. Jane had never wanted Maura to stop kissing her, and that was how their relationship began.
Currently, Jane was lying in bed and studying Maura's smooth skin in the dim light that slipped through the window. The blonde was flawless.
As Jane placed a kiss against Maura's bare shoulder, she knew that, for the first time, she was in love.
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