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Physics
By mel
Jane dropped into her favorite booth, mindful of the beer in her hand as she slid all the way in so that she was able to prop her feet up on the seat.
"Aaaah," she sighed, relieved to put her feet up after an afternoon spent playing softball against the beat cops.
"Don't look so happy there sis," Frankie laughed as he took the bench opposite her. "You guys still lost today."
"Yeah, yeah," Jane mumbled as she lifted her bottle to her lips. "You got lucky junior."
Frankie laughed. "Lucky? That last dinger I knocked probably hasn't even landed yet!"
"The only reason you hit that was because Maura was pitching," Jane laughed. "You were o-fer until then buckaroo."
Frankie grinned. "Probably. Why did you let her pitch anyways?"
"She wanted to try," Jane shrugged.
"And you can't tell her no," he teased as he lifted his eyes to watch the blonde in question.
"Look at her," Jane waved at her girlfriend who was now playing darts with Detective Crowe. "She's adorable. Who can say no to that face?"
"Still though," Frankie laughed and shook his head. "First softball and now darts? You've got it bad to let her at two sports in one day."
"First of all," Jane took a sip of her beer. "I don't let her do anything. That girl is like a force of nature – nothing can stand in her way. Second of all, I hardly think darts qualifies as a sport."
"I won!" Maura exclaimed happily as she slid in next to Jane.
"Yeah, yeah," Crowe mumbled. "Beginner's luck."
Jane laughed. "No, you just suck at darts Crowe. Anybody can beat you."
"Gee, thanks babe," Maura smiled as she took in the collection of empties littering the table. "Of course I won, it's just applied physics. You keep drinking like you are though, and you won't be able to beat anybody at darts."
"Applied physics?" Frankie laughed.
"Of course," Maura turned her attention on the younger Rizzoli. "You see, there's the mass of the object, the distance it needs to travel, optimum release angle and velocity, accounting for the gravitational pull extracted on the object while it's in flight…" she trailed off, recognizing that she'd lost her audience.
"Aren't smart college girls sexy?" Jane smiled at her brother.
"Where?" Maura looked around.
"Maura," Jane sighed as she pulled the blonde in close and pressed a loving kiss to her temple. "You're ridiculous. Adorable, but ridiculous."
"Oh, you were talking about me?" Maura smiled and kissed Jane softly. "Thank you then."
"Okay," Frankie laughed. "You two are so sweet I'm getting a cavity here. C'mon Janie, bet I can kick your ass at physics," he motioned toward the empty board.
Maura laughed and allowed Jane out of the booth, sliding back in and nursing her martini while she watched the two Rizzoli's battle it out in a rather raucous game of darts.
"How's it going?" Maura asked as she sidled up next to her girlfriend sometime during their second game.
"I'm losing," Jane growled.
"It's all about the physics Jane," Maura laughed and knocked back the remainder of her drink. "Here," she slurred slightly, "let me show you," she reached out and grabbed the darts out of Jane's hand and lined up her first toss.
It ended up two feet below the board.
"Um, Maura, I think you need to give up the flying scalpels," Frankie grinned.
"Nah," Maura grinned at him. "I so got this!"
"See, what did I tell you?" Jane murmured to her brother. "Force of nature. Just, you know, make sure everybody stays out of her way."
"I got it now," Maura giggled as she lined the next flying scalpel up at the target. "See, it's all about the correct release point so that the dart flies on a perfect positive sine arc."
"Sine?" Frankie laughed as he scanned the crowd to make sure everybody was out of the way.
"Sine, cosine, tangent," Maura extrapolated. "Trigonometry."
"I thought darts was physics," Jane laughed.
"Physics is applied mathematics," Maura smirked as she threw a perfect bullseye.
"Holy fuck," Jane gaped and took the shot that Frost had offered.
"Do you play better when you're inebriated?" Maura laughed as she closed her eyes and threw another bullseye.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhit," Jane, Frankie, Frost and Crowe whistled.
Jane knocked back a second shot, and then a third. "Probably not," she conceded as she rolled her shoulders to loosen up. "But it makes losing a lot more bearable."
Maura laughed and downed the drink Frankie had handed her. "Christ," she gasped, one delicate hand wrapping itself around her throat protectively. "What was that?!"
"Tequila," Jane laughed. "Haven't you done shots before?"
"No," Maura gasped, still wide eyed from the burning sensation in her throat.
"Here," Frost laughed, offering a second shot to the blonde. "Try another one. It's an acquired taste," he explained as the group watched Jane's dart fly through the air, bounce off the board, and clatter to the floor.
Maura knocked back the drink and shuddered. "That's just awful."
"The drink or Janie's dart throwing abilities?" Frankie laughed.
"Both," Maura grinned sloppily. "I need to give you a physics lesson Jane."
"I'll take an IOU on the lecture Doctor," Jane smirked and knocked back another shot before squinting and lining up her last dart which flew wide and embedded itself in the wall to the right of the target.
Maura smirked and held out a napkin. "Here ya go."
"What? Did I spill?" Jane looked down at her shirt.
"No, it's an IOU," Maura grinned and slid it into the detective's back pocket, grabbing her girlfriend's ass before pulling her hand out.
"Okay," Jane grinned. "Enough darts," she grabbed Maura's hand and led her toward the makeshift dance floor in front of the jukebox. "Darts are for wusses. Let me show you about the physics I know plenty about."
"And what's that?" Maura laughed as she laid her hands on Jane's hips and began to move with the music.
Jane grinned lasciviously and pulled Maura in closer so their hips were firmly pressed together. "Friction," she purred, sliding her leg between the blondes and sliding herself over one of Maura's.
"Ooooh," Maura smiled. "I like friction."
"Me too," Jane husked. "And you know what friction causes?"
"Heat?" Maura offered.
Jane leaned in and kissed the blonde soundly. "Yup. Lots and lots of heat."
THE NEXT MORNING…
Jane and Maura awoke to the blaring of Jane's cell on the bedside table.
"What the fuck!" Jane yelled at the ceiling as the chorus to Weird Science echoed off the walls. "Who the fuck messed with my fucking phone?!"
"Jane," Maura scowled. "Language please!"
"Christ my head hurts," Jane grumbled as she flipped open the phone. "What?!"
"Hey sis!" Frankie's entirely way to chipper voice taunted her. "How ya feeling this morning?"
"Did you fuck with my phone?"
"Jane!" Maura admonished as she sat up and began looking for some clothes to put on.
Jane forgot about her brother on the other end of the phone as she stared at her naked lover. "You are so sexy," she murmured.
"Well thanks," Frankie laughed. "Ma wanted me to remind you that you and Maura are expected for brunch at their house in thirty minutes."
"Fuck!"
"Jane!"
"Ha! See you soon sis!"
Jane flipped her phone closed and tossed it on the foot of the bed. "What's this napkin doing on the nightstand?" she asked Maura. "IOU one physics lesson, love the college girl?" she read. "Oh yeah," she smiled. "I forgot."
"That's okay," Maura grinned as she pulled her jeans up over her hips. "I liked your particular field of expertise much better."
"Mmmm," Jane smiled as the somewhat fuzzy memories from last night flashed through her mind. "Yeah. I love friction."
"And heat," Maura chirped as she pulled her shirt over her head.
"Definitely heat," Jane agreed as she sifted through her clothes. "Have you seen my gun?"
"I need a cup of coffee and then I'll help you look for it," Maura smiled as she made her way towards the kitchen.
The End