Anonymous asked: Jane jumped down, bouncing slightly as she wriggled closer to the Maura mound. "So." She breathed out, performing her own semi-autopsy to extract Maura. "Fairy lights to be stuck up, blankets to be hung, marshmallows to be melted- We're having SMORES!" Maura crinkled her nose and straightened out her hair. "Jane Rizzoli, if you get one fleck of melted goo on me, I'll tell your Mother." Jane stuck her cold feet into the pile to warm them up and gave a wicked grin. "I could always lick it off..."
Maura jumped - though whether from the sudden iciness of Jane’s feet or from the decidedly rakish grin Jane was leveling her way Maura couldn’t be entirely sure. It continued to amuse her that Jane, so private about her life and their relationship, could be so bold and forthcoming when they were alone.
“I fear you will not get to enjoy your s’mores if that is the case,” Maura pointed out.
Jane removed a few more layers from the mountain, freeing Maura even more. “Oh I’m fairly certain I’ll enjoy it all the same. But first: fort construction 101.”
And with that she pulled Maura from the remainder of the mount and pressed a sheet in her hands. Maura, for her part, valiantly managed to refrain from comment regarding the tiny baseballs printed all over the well worn fabric.