locketofyourhair | [Fic] Just Another First (Rizzoli/Isles, PG)

Just Another First
500+ | Rizzoli/Isles | PG

Unbeta'ed; kink_bingo: Vehicular

Jane’s car smells a little too much like sweat and old takeout. The seats are stained and nowhere near as nice as hers in her own car, but Jane wanted her here, so she’s here. The front seat is too small; her knee keeps bumping the gear shift. There's a bag under her pump from Five Guys. It's empty, but the paper rustles.

When Maura was a child, one of her cousins loved Grease. Maura was not interested in musicals as much as Lorraine, but when her parents were away, Lorraine was the best option. She saw the scene with Danny and Sandy in the car a hundred times and didn't understand why Sandy was there. She didn't understand the romance. (Lorraine would argue that Maura didn't understand anything about romance, but that was just Lorraine. She was the one to let Maura know that she wasn't crazy; her dark haired parents couldn't produce a ginger child, recessive genes or no.)

Maura never "parked" or made out with someone in high school. In college, the novelty of making out in cars had thankfully left most of her chosen partners. There were empty dorm rooms and classrooms and the biology labs.

She shifts her pump away from the grease-stained bag. Jane's seat is grimy. The seat belt feels too tight suddenly, like it's pulling her to the seat. She undoes it carefully, holding it so it won't zip away too fast. She doesn't want to alert Jane to her movements. She doesn't understand what she's doing, and it all feels strange to her, that she suddenly has this desire to turn quietly in her seat.

Jane notices quickly, eyes flashing as she looks at Maura. "What are you doing?" she asks suspiciously.

Maura leans over the gear shift, and she touches Jane's curly hair, pushing it back from her face. She loves the way it feels, even when it's covered in cheap product that's filmy against her fingers. She loves washing that film out of Jane's hair in the sink, loves watching it get damp and cling to Jane's shoulder when they share Maura's shower.

She kisses Jane then, with the gear shift digging into her side and Jane trying not to smile.

It's a quick kiss, because it turns out that kissing in a dirty car when they are supposed to be alert to danger is not as big of a turn on as it is in the movies or even in Maura's own imagination. Jane rolls her eyes when she pulls back. "Later," she says, and she looks at Maura in a way that makes Maura's skin run warm, full of promise and a dark knowledge that she has more than earned. "Not here."

Maura looks consideringly at the backseat, the empty cups and bags, and, no. Not here. "Later," she says, and she turns back to watch again but leaves her hand over Jane's.