“Maura, why the hell is our 5-year-old daughter sitting in her room reading a dictionary?”
“Well Jane, that is her punishment. I got a call from her school today saying that she cussed out a couple of boys at recess who wouldn’t let her play kickball with them. She then justified her actions by telling the principal that ‘when somebody is being a jackass, you just gotta cuss ‘em out and move on’. Do you know who she might have gotten that idea from?”
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headcanon: Too many moods have been killed by Maura’s use of gross medical terminology in bed, so Jane finally sits her down one day and uncomfortably teaches her a list of better words to use. (Secretly, Maura already knows the slang, but feigns innocence - she wouldn’t interrupt this blushy, mumbly presentation for anything)
Bonus round: If anyone wants to draw Jane pointing to sex words on a chalkboard, that would be A+
V., lovethisotp, I’m looking at you …
“Do you ever think about it?”
…the words slipped trough her lips in a warm wine scented breath…
Closing her eyes, Maura relived those moments again… the wine… their conversation… Jane’s lips on hers. On her neck. On her chest. Soft nibbles. Soft moans…
But Jane insisted that her and Maura should pretend nothing happened and move on with their lives… Maura had no other choice but to agree not to talk about it again… She tried to convince herself that time is a healer, and sometimes, somethings are sweeter in history.
As much as Maura tried to pretend nothing happened… it has… and it’s not about what actually happened then but what happened in Maura’s mind afterward.. everything made sense. She knew she had always admired Jane even in a physical sense but she never realized she had such complex feelings for her best friend.
And Jane… with all her stubborness and cold exterior… she couldn’t deny herself the feelings she grew for Maura… but it was impossible. She kept telling herself that it was the wine and the heat of the moment, until she found herself comparing every potential partner to her best friend. No one was as great as Maura. No one was as caring and selfless. No one loved her like Maura. So when the blonde M.E. asked that question… the shivers running through Jane’s back and knees didn’t let her hide the truth anymore…
“All the time.”
You want to know what’s truly odd about you ? You are the dumbest genius I know.
Maura: Why can’t you realize that you make me happy? That we make each other happy, and it’s beyond being just friends.
Jane: Maur… I… You’re right. It’s just scary. But I’m tired of being scared.