Take my breath away (EN)

Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?

Jane POV
You're still asleep when I wake up. I stay here, looking at you. The vision of you by my side in the morning is something I will never be tired of. I can even find the fact that you're snoring, fortunately not too noisy, very tender. I decide to take a shower before I go to work. I don't want to risk you taking the bathroom before me, considering your biblical times! You have two in the house, but one is in the master bedroom, and it has a bathtub. I don't have all this time, so I get up and I go to the other one, with the shower. I really like the style you've chosen: the tiles are dark, the floors are stone and the shower is large, Italian-style, with a huge glass. The more I think about it, the more I think about how my apartment sucks compared to your home. I open the water, and as I hear it flowing over my body, my mind returns to the last night. I'm gonna steal your body wash. I want to have your perfume on me for all day.

I'm so caught up in my own thoughts, when I feel your hand caressing my back, that I might die, here and now. I can barely turn around in time for you to throw your arms around my neck, kissing me softly.
"Good morning, love" you whisper to me tenderly.
"Good morning, darling!"
I couldn't have wished for a better awakening. I caress your body with the back of my hands when you push me against the shower wall, intensifying the kiss. Your gaze becomes more winking when you suddenly stop that splendid contact, and without uttering a word you come down, following the flow of the water, until you kneel in front of me. I don't know what's happening anymore when your tongue creeps into my intimacy.
"Oh Maura"... that's all I can say, while your attention leads my heart to overtime. I close my eyes to fully enjoy this moment, when I realize that perhaps it is just by looking at it that I can fully live it. And then I want an image to think about to get through the day. I see our reflection on the glass, which excites me to death, and then I look down to enjoy the sight of you who seem to never have enough of me. And I'd say it's a good thing. It doesn't take long for you to get me close to the climax, running my hands through your hair, to deepen that contact. I feel my legs weak when I reach the orgasm, and you don't tear your mouth off until you feel full of my taste. You leave me a trail of kisses as you go up, leaving a mark of your passage to the height of the clavicle.
"So only I can see this", you say, before you put your lips on mine... finally... again. I hold you tightly in my arms and reverse our positions. I'll start kissing your neck, and then I draw inspiration from you, leaving a love bite on your shoulder.
"One for you and one for me..." I whisper softly. At that moment I heard my phone ringing, I took it to the bathroom, for fear it might ring and wake you up. I know it can't be anything more than a business call at this hour.
"I think cuddle time's over" I say, sadly, before I get out of the shower.
"Rizzoli... yeah... okay, Korsak, half an hour, and I'll be there!"
I'm coming out of the bathroom, not without looking back at you while you finish showering. Another day begins.

Maura POV
We arrive at the crime scene, which is inside a grove. We have to leave the car far enough and walk on, so I take the opportunity to give you a kiss before we go back to being just colleagues. We say hi to Korsak and Frankie, who have been on the scene for a while.
I study your brother's gaze, trying to understand from his expression if your mother has already spoken out: it would seem no, so I can calm down. I'm focusing my attention on the body I found, doing a pre-analysis before taking it to the lab.
Male, African-American, about 20 years old, not very tall but his muscle mass makes it clear that he was keeping in shape, gunshot wound to the chest. The body and the blood stains underneath it make it clear that it was not moved after death. What was he doing in such a desolate place?
Then I notice a tattoo on his wrist and I show you. You immediately think of a gang settlement. He's so young, he'd have had his whole life ahead, I think to myself. You continue the survey on the scene while I go back with the coroner to the station to do the autopsy.
You get to the lab about an hour later and you ask me how it goes.
"I sent the bullet to ballistics for analysis, but I'm sure it's a calibre 38"
"Very... perhaps too... common... Let's hope the analysis of the bullet tells us more! Anything else?"
"Unfortunately not at the moment, Jane. I'm waiting for the tox results. I'll call you as soon as I get it."
"Perfect...thanks" you say leisurely when you leave the room.

Jane POV
I love my job... most of the time, at least. It allows me to send terrible people to jail, but when the victim is such a young guy, I get to the point where I hate it. We found out the victim's identity... he was a good kid, also a good student, but he had to drop out of school because of financial problems and got into a bad racket. He didn't excel in sports, so no scholarship. Korsak and I went to his mother's - poor woman, she was devastated. I can't imagine the pain she's feeling. She gives us some information about his son's contacts: friends, who he hung out with, where he went when he left. We ask her to check the young man's room, where we found a phone...a prepaid phone, which I have the feeling may be more useful to us than the phone he had with him, on which we found nothing. We're leaving the house when we see a dark car parked across the street. I can't read the license plate, because as soon as they see us they leave in a hurry. Not a good sign, but years in narcotics have taught me that when gangs are involved, investigations get more complicated.
We return to the station when it's almost evening, so I take the opportunity to stop by the "Kingdom of the Dead". You're in your office, sitting on the couch with your laptop on your legs... you say that pulling away from your desk and changing your perspective helps keep your mind active. You always do it when there's a difficult case.
"Hey, Maura, you okay?"
You look like you suddenly woke up and said hello. You tell me briefly about your day and that you were just getting ready to go home. You leave the computer on the desk, and I approach you, putting my hands on your shoulders...I need contact with your skin and this is the least equivocal gesture I could think of.
"Great. I was just about to propose we leave. Korsak and I will continue the investigation in the morning..." I say, before getting close to your ear so no one can hear what I'm about to tell you.
"...but I want to take you out to dinner tonight, Doctor."
At these words, without even turning around, you smile slightly embarrassed. I walk away from you and when I'm at the door, I stop and turn again to you.
"I'll wait for you in the parking lot, Maura, and please don't take forever!" I say kidding, as usual.
After a few minutes you meet me at the car and we head to your house. Luckily you weren't exactly a splinter, so I had time to call to confirm the restaurant reservation. I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised. We get to your house, I pull over to drop you off.
"Aren't you coming with me?" you ask me, slightly perplexed.
"No, I want to go home to freshen up. I'll pick you up at 8:00?"
"Jane Clementine Rizzoli," and when you call me by my middle name, it's usually trouble.
"You want to stop by the house to get settled before dinner?! Mhhh... where will you take me?" you ask me now, intrigued.
"No no no no, it's a surprise..."
"Yes, but it's not fair... and if I choose a dress that doesn't fit the place? Too formal... too elegant, or worse... too little elegant?" you babble, and I start giggling, trying to camouflage the laughter by putting my hand in front of my mouth. But you don't find it funny as I do.
"Don't worry, you'll be beautiful! And then the only person who has the authority to look at you is me" I say, leaving a kiss on your cheek. You get off and walk home, and I'll stop and watch your walk, so sexy.
"Woman, you are driving me crazy, you know that?" I say, thinking out loud.