Dislaimer: Not mine, I just like to let them out to misbehave. I promise to put everyone back neatly and (more or less unharmed) when I'm finished.
A/N: I am entirely new to Rizzoli & Isles, I am only six episodes deep into the very first season, so my apologies if my characterization leaves something to be desired. This was just something I had to write! Femmeslash and mild BDSM follow...consider yourself warned!
It has been a long week for all of us, each murder following quick on the heels of the last and pushing everyone to their limits. I can feel the tension radiating from my shoulders and I want nothing more than a hot bath, a relaxing Vinyasa and my soft, comfy bed.
I jump when the door to the morgue swings open; I'd thought everyone else had gone home. I smile despite my exhaustion when I see a bleary-eyed Jane Rizzoli in the doorway. Jane pushes a hand through her now-wild curls and gives me a half smirk.
"Hey Maura," she intones, I can hear the weariness in her voice, "I was wondering-"
"Jane! You scared me half to death! I thought you'd gone home ages ago," I lightly scold her, cutting her off, "I can hardly wait to sink into a bath with a glass of noir," I tell her, relishing the thought.
"Oh..." She says, her face falling slightly, "Well…have a good night Maura."
And with that she is gone, not leaving me a moment to process her reaction. I know that the weight of the world has been resting on my detective for the past week (when did I start thinking of Jane as my detective?) and it dawns on me as she departs that she was probably looking for a friend to unwind with. Kicking myself for once again being so obtuse, I pack up my last few things and hit the lights on my way out, plunging the morgue into darkness.
As I drive home to feed Bass, I think more about Jane. I wonder how it must feel to always need to be in control like she does. I assume it must be exceptionally tiring and I think about what might happen if I were to force Jane to give up control, even just for a little while. Slowly, a plan starts to form in the back of my mind and I fairly dash into my house when I finally get there, still only half-believing I'll go through with it.
I stop to give Bass a perfunctory pat on the shell as I pass, pulling a handful of kale and some strawberries from the fridge for him and setting them on the floor. If I didn't know better, I'd swear the old thing is looking at me like I am out of my mind.
"Sorry Bass, I can't stop to chat; I have big plans for our favourite detective tonight!" I shake my head because I'm almost certain the tortoise nods sagely at my words, giving me his best, 'Finally,' look. Perhaps the stress of the week has affected me more than I thought.
Not stopping to contemplate my sanity, I rush off to the shower as smelling like the morgue is most definitely not part of the plan. Once I deem myself clean, I streak from the bathroom and into my closet digging out a black lace bra and panty set and the fishnet stockings leftover from my first foray into undercover work before sliding into jeans, a blouse and red fuck-me heels. I pluck a black silk scarf from my collection and head back downstairs.
"Wish me luck Bass!" I call to him and shake my head as he bows his head low as if in response, shutting and locking the door behind me.
The drive to Jane's is interminably long, but I am grateful to find her light still burning when I arrive. I take a second to check my makeup in the rear view mirror, applying a quick coat to red lipstick to finish my look. Satisfied, I wind the scarf around my neck and make my way up to Jane's apartment.
Jane opens the door mere seconds after I knock and I wonder if she was waiting for me, hoping I would come to her. Pushing every-day-Maura to the back of my head, I greet Jane and prepare myself.
"Hello Jane," I husk, my voice deeper than usual.
"Hi Maura," I can see in her eyes she's slightly perplexed by my greeting but she presses on, "I'm just having a beer and watching the highlights, want to come in?" I incline my head and step through the door, far closer to Jane than necessary. I can feel the aura of stress surrounding Jane and I look forward to helping her relax, but first I ask permission.
"Do you trust me?" I ask Jane as she closes and locks the door, and I can see that she is taken aback by my question. I like having her off balance; it's a good start to the night, while her back is turned, I palm her handcuffs and key from the table.
"Why would you even ask that, Maura? Of course I trust you," Jane tells me, sounding a little hurt, taking another long pull from the beer bottle in her hand.
"Good," I all but hiss, "I want you go promise me you're going to be a good girl tonight and do exactly as I say. Can you do that Jane?" I am moving almost imperceptibly closer to her, invading her personal space. Jane opens her mouth to respond but then seems to think better of it, closing her mouth and nodding, the furrow of confusion between her brows deepening. I smile wickedly and close the distance between us, pressing my body into Jane's. Jane inhales sharply but doesn't move away,
"Maura?" she questions, "What are you doing?"
"Don't you find it exhausting Jane?" I purr, my lips mere inches from Jane's ear. Before she can ask for clarification, I elaborate, "Your need for absolute control of everything, all the time?" Jane opens her mouth to respond but I press a finger to her lips. "Mmm mm Jane, no more talking. It's time you learn to let go of some of that control." Jane licks her lips and swallows hard but doesn't say anything, "Good girl Jane."
I pull the beer bottle from Jane's hand and place it on the table in her entryway as I slowly start to nudge her down the hall to her bedroom. I feel feral, like an animal stalking prey it's wanted for years and the thought makes me smirk. I've been denying the lustful feelings I have for my friend for far too long out of fear of her reaction, but based on how everything is going so far, my fears were unfounded.
"Maura..." She asks.
"Uh uh Jane. Did I say you could speak?" I smile as Jane's mouth snaps shut and she shakes her head. "No, I didn't think so. You'll have to be punished for that," I tell her. Jane shivers in what I hope is anticipation and continues moving towards her bedroom. I stop her in the doorway, eyeing the newly installed chin-up bar that spans the doorframe. Not giving myself a chance to think about what I'm doing, I fasten a handcuff around Jane's left wrist and growl, "Hands up."
Jane's eyes widen and she looks down at the handcuffs nervously but obediently raises her hands above her head. I loop the handcuffs over the bar and fasten them to Jane's other wrist, smiling a little as she looks up and tugs at the cuffs, gulping audibly.
"If you want to stop," I tell her, "Just say 'Bass', okay?" Jane nods her understanding as I wrap my black silk scarf around her eyes. Jane whimpers softly as I begin to undo the buttons on the cozy flannel shirt she's wearing, taking care that my fingers never touch her flesh. I want to hear her beg. I'm elated to see that Jane has forgone a bra this evening and her nipples, now exposed to cold air, harden into tight peaks before my eyes. Next I move to her sweat pants, tugging them and her underwear down to the floor,
"Lift," I demand, lightly slapping the back of her calf. Jane obediently lifts one leg and then the other and I pull her clothes free. I still have yet to touch her skin and I'm not sure which one of us that is driving madder. Circling behind her, I whisper, "I'm afraid you've been a bad girl Jane. You spoke out of turn. And bad girls need to be punished, don't they Jane?"
Jane nods, her body trembling and I hesitate just a few extra moments, drawing out her anticipation before bringing my hand down in a resounding slap on Jane's athletic ass.
"Oh!" She cries out involuntarily and I raise my hand for another strike. I relish in the sound of flesh meeting flesh and Jane's body jerks, rattling the cuffs. A few more strikes and her ass is pink under my hand,
"Have you learned your lesson Jane?" I ask her. Jane just nods and I am grinning ear to ear, I couldn't be more pleased with how this is going. Stepping away from Jane, I pick my way down her hallway towards the kitchen. When I look back over my shoulder I can see her straining against the handcuffs, twisting her head to try and determine where I've gone.
In the kitchen, I make a cup of tea and fill a second mug with ice before making my way back to my captive friend. Jane is still on high alert and turns her head towards me as I come back down the hall. I can see just how badly she wants to speak, to ask what the hell I'm doing, but I know if I let that happen, I'll lose my nerve.
I take a mouthful of tea and let it swirl it around, warming up my lips and tongue. The moment I swallow, my lips are on Jane's neck, kissing and sucking, Jane's moans reverberating against my lips. Without warning, and much to Jane's disappointment based on her groan of displeasure, I pull away. I carefully pluck up and ice cube from the other mug and repeat my earlier actions, earning a yelp from a surprised Jane.
"Maura," she moans my name and without hesitating I pull away from her clavicle and place a resonant slap on her ass causing Jane to cry out yet again.
"No talking Jane," I admonish. I work my way slowly down Jane's body, alternating hot and cold, trying to keep Jane on her toes. As I bite softly into her left hipbone, Jane lets out a groan that is all but dripping with need. I work my way across her abdomen and down her right leg, giving special attention to the spot behind her knee that causes her body to buck towards me.
I can tell from the flush of her skin and her shallow, panting breaths that Jane is aroused but I am quite enjoying teasing her, and after all, my goal is to make her beg. Standing, I strip off my blouse and jeans but put the Louboutins back on because they really complete my outfit (if you can call lingerie an outfit that is). I sink back to my knees and puff hot air at the apex of Jane's legs, grinning as her legs tremble harder and she moans.
"Tell me what you want baby," I purr up at her.
"God Maura, please!"
"More specific," I tell her, my lips dancing along her abs.
"Touch me, fuck me, just stop teasing!" Jane begs, her back arching as she tries to push into my touch. I stand up and take a step back.
"Language, Jane," I reprove, moving behind her once again. I strike her ass and immediately follow through, sliding two fingers into her. She is wetter than I imagined and I'm proud of how well my plan has gone thus far. I slip my fingers out and Jane whimpers at the loss.
"Please Maura," she sounds almost like she's in pain now, "I need you to touch me."
I untie the scarf, done with teasing. I drop to my knees before Jane and lean forward, sliding my tongue into Jane's wetness, savouring the salty tang of the completely undone woman before me. Jane cries out and I have to hold her hips in place as I continue to ravish her.
"I'm so close," Jane whispers through clenched teeth and I can tell she's resisting her climax.
"Don't fight it Jane," I murmur, "Come for me. I promise I'll catch you."
Pulling one of Jane's legs over my shoulder to support her, I plunge two fingers back inside of her. Jane climaxes with a primal scream, her body sagging against the cuffs, my hands on her hips and her leg on my shoulder the only thing keeping her upright. I continue to lick, suck and stroke as Jane comes down from her euphoric high.
"Can you stand?" I ask her, finally pulling away. Jane nods and I smile, "You can talk now, you know." I pluck the handcuff key from my jeans pocket and set Jane back on both feet. As I rise, she quips,
"Not entirely sure that I can."
I unlock the cuffs and drop them to the floor as Jane droops against me. I lead her the short way to her bed and lower her gently down. Jane's body appears boneless and fluid, she's so well relaxed. I give her a half smile and take her wrists in my hands, massaging them to return the blood flow. Once Jane regains her wits, she grabs my face and pulls me into a kiss.
"You. Are. Amazing." She tells me, punctuating each word with a kiss. Jane pushes me back on the bed and makes short work of my remaining clothes, "Love the outfit, by the way," she laughs as she tosses it to the floor. Jane enters me without warning and I cry out, arching into her touch. It doesn't take long before I reach my own orgasm and I'm impressed by the magnitude of it.
"So how did it feel to lose control?" I ask innocently in the afterglow.
"Best idea you've ever had Maura."