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You await her answer. Anxious. The space surrounding you both suffocates you and fills your lungs with the air of breathed by your queen. You knelt before her, presenting your love, your bond, in material form.
You await her answer. Anxious. She turns around and her cheeks blush. She raises you up from your knee, for if she is your queen then you are her king. Red lips unseal to reveal the treasure of true love.
She answers with a smile.
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She leaves you speechless with her eloquence and breathless with her elegance. She turns towards you, "Behold...She who resides over power...in the epitome of her strength". Stunned by her beauty, and rightfully so, you can't help but stand there as her presence overwhelms you.
"I'm a monster...with blood on my hands," she screams as if to deafen the world was the mission at hand. Blinding the world with the crimson cries of the eyes that once were her friends, she must now cover up the person she once was...
Maura takes a pause at the delightful sight of Jane looking at home in her kitchen.
“Well, good morning.”
“Good morning,” she smiles, sheepish at the scratchiness of her voice at this late hour. “You made breakfast.”
Yes, Jane did - in fact, she woke up extra early to make Maura breakfast, which she’s been planning to do since before anything even happened last night. Only, Maura didn’t get up early like she always does - in fact, she way overslept. Jane’s been just standing around for an hour, rehearsing being casually found there, ready to pretend to be putting the finishing touches on a perfectly-timed breakfast, and not secretly reheating one that’s been sitting cold.
They smile at each other a little shyly. There’s a sweet kind of awkwardness hanging in the kitchen, a carryover from the night before, and Jane savors it.
“You look cute in your robe. You don’t have to cinch it up that tight, though. I know what’s in there now.”
“Right,” Maura blushes.
“Relax. Just a dab of concealer, pull your hair forward, and no one will see it. Let me just find your shade...”
“You carry my shade of concealer?”
“Yes, since you won’t admit you’re an adult woman and carry a purse with your own accoutrements, I have to be prepared for both of us, don’t I? Or would you like to go back to the precinct with the wrong color neck again?”
“It’d be cheaper to just quit leaving marks.”
“I can afford it. Now, come over here into the light.”
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“Oh, for crying out loud, she’s just tryin’ to walk by.” Jane calls out more loudly, “Really, even with the ring? Hands off, bub.”
Although Maura’s polite smile remains intact, the guy looks like he suddenly remembers someplace else he has to be.
“Welcome back, stud.”
“Oh, honestly,” Maura settles back on her stool, rolling her eyes but also smirking. “Don’t be so jealous. That was a doctor who recognized me, just showing a bit of professional respect.”Â
“Uh-huh. Did you get professionally respected by any lady doctors between the stall and the sink?”
“Har, har.”Â
"I told you, you shouldn’t shower before we come out,” Jane sips her beer. “I wouldn’t have to keep all your suitors away if you let your corpse stench do it for us.”
“I’m not going to not shower after a floater autopsy. These people did nothing to deserve that. Not to mention, being stuck right next to me, you’d be the primary victim of my stench.”
“Honey, I’ve been immune for years. Oh, look at this,” she spots another in her peripheral vision. “Two in the same minute. That’s a record, even for you. Nope,” she twists on her stool, banishing him easily. “Back where you came from.”
Maura has to laugh.
“How come it’s always me you assume they’re coming to chat up?”
“Who in their right mind would wanna talk to me when you’re right here?”
“Me,” Maura answers, and leans over the bar to kiss the corner of Jane’s mouth where it has turned up into a smile.
“I think I’m in love with you” you hear her say and suddenly you’re all too aware of how close you both are; the last remnants of laughter still lingering in her eyes and the breathlessness of her words, the scent of her perfume – something vanilla and soft and curling around your insides, seeping into your bones but you are loathe to step away. You are certain the busker and his guitar have retreated home and that you’ve missed your train but she just said she loved you and nothing else seems to matter. Because she loves you. Because she’s beautiful; all dazzling green eyes, Winter flushed cheeks and honey-coloured hair. And she loves you. "And I'm terrified." She says and looks down momentarily, "...not of what I feel" her eyes settle on your lips and you are certain, judging by your sudden breathlessness that it is possible for a heart to drop, the pounding in your ears becoming louder. "But that you might not-". You can't take it anymore so you kiss her, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer. When the initial shock finally settles; you feel her body melt against yours and her gloved hands pull you closer, grabbing fistfuls of the only clean shirt you have left. The last train for the night whirrs by, bringing with it a gust of cold but even as you part from her; her hand slipping into yours and your name - "Jane"- quiet, reverent, loved leaving her lips you know the cold will never bother you again.
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“Deweeeek!” Stiles whined as his belly hit the ground for the millionth time when he tried to run away. “Lemme go alweady!”
“Your father said till night fall.”
“I want nuts.”Â
“No more nuts, Stiles.”
“But I’m hungwy!” The little fox said, sitting on his hind legs and looking up at Derek with sad, large, pretty eyes as Derek rolled his and huffed.
