It was a blustery day towards the end of November, definitely not Jane's favorite time of year. It was cold, first off, and there was too many Holidays mushed into a few tense months, which meant a hike in crime in Boston which always lead to late nights and early mornings. Nope, this time of year, as giving and cheerful as it was, could suck a fat one.

Jane stood up from the recliner she had been napping in and raised her hands above her head in a cougar-like stretch that made bones pop and muscles tug. Glancing to the left, Jane let out a little chuckle. The ever-classy Maura Isles was sprawled out across the couch, legs akimbo, and clothes precariously hitched up in a very uncharacteristic display of comfort. This was the real Maura, the one that wore tiny yoga shorts and fuzzy penguin slippers without worrying about matching or if her hair was perfect. This Maura, the kind that Jane exclusively knew, was the reason they had fallen asleep in the living room at 3 p.m. on a Saturday in Maura's foyer with a Disney movie playing softly in the background.

Her hands hurt today. Well, they hurt every day; but today was the start of the winter type weather that rendered Jane's hands pretty useless. Flexing her hands a few times, Jane wandered into Maura's kitchen and made her way to the too-fancy coffee maker. Cursing at the small dials and knobs, the achy detective eventually got the ding-dang contraption to make enough coffee for a pot. Maura most likely had thrown out the creamer that Jane had stashed there earlier in the year, so Jane gave up and decided to snuggle back into her warm recliner. The plush black leather always was soothing to her not-so-young bones and she appreciated the smooth texture. Grabbing the throw blanket off the couch, Jane covered Maura who still seemed dead to the world. Very rarely did the honey blonde let her guard down enough to nap, on a weekend at that.

Jane yawned and set her coffee down on the table in front of her, what a lazy Saturday. She shouldn't get used to it, but damn it felt good to have the phones on silent and a pretty woman asleep next to you. It was getting kind of chilly and as much as Jane loved her recliner, cuddling her girlfriend was always a better option. Jane used to long limbs to an advantage as she stepped over Maura and snuggled in behind her quickly hiding her goosebumps under the blanket. She pressed her cold nose into Maura's silky hair that smelled like lavender, nuzzling until she had buried her head into the warmth of the slim body pressed into hers.

Maura started to shift and grabbed Jane's hand and started rubbing comforting circles over the rough scars the dotted the middle of the lanky digits. Jane sighed in relief and her heart warmed knowing that even in her sleep, Maura was always there to take care of her. Plus, who wouldn't want to hold hands with this wonderful person?