A/N: I know I haven't updated in a while with my other stories, but I've been real busy, not to mention writer's block. But I was reading on a message board today, and a few posters were wondring why there wasn't many Jane/Marisa fics. And I have to agree. To Queen_GC(I think that's the poster's name, who I realize may have copied my usual "..." lol kidding) and the other shippers this one's for you all(might want to come up with. I don't usually do smut, but I decided to do it anyways. This isn't Beta'd, as usual...
Disclamier: Don't Own 'Em But If I Did, Marisa Would Make A Regular Appearances...
Jane's Neighbor
Fuck! She slams the front door to her apartment, tracking She throws her cell, full force into the wall, ignoring the shatter as it collides. Tears in her eyes as she runs her fingers through her dark rain ruined hair out of pure frustration. Her body shivers in anger.
Fuck! She finally looks down at the mess of her phone on the floor. But she doesn't bother to try and fix it. She didn't want and calls anyway. Unless it was from her. But she knew she wasn't going receive it. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. Her body shivers from the cold.
One o'clock in the morning and her best friend still hates her. And she can't even go to the one person she always talked to when there's a problem in her life. On to the next best thing. She pulls the whole twelve pack of beer out of her refrigerator.
Two o'clock in the morning, and six beers later, her mood pulls a one-eighty. Anger is no longer. Missing her no longer. But there's a new wanting. Wanting for someone else.
She turns on her vaccum and pushes . She knows it's wrong. She knows it selfish. But does she care? Not at this moment. She knows she's going to come and she's going to make her. Fifteen minutes later, she arrives.
"Marisa?" Jane gives a false of guilty innocence. "I'm sorry, I keep forgetting. I didn't mean to wake you."
The younger, big, light brown eyed woman gives a bright polite smile. "It's okay. I was just studying. Looking an excuse to take a break."
Jane already knew that. Marisa was not the only one who knew their neighbor's routine and habits. And she clocked it perfectly.
"I was just seeing if you were okay."
I will be, atleast for the night. "Um," Jane turns around her and looks at the remaining six beers still in the case before turning back around, "Yeah, I'm fine." She smirks a little, wishing her drunkness gave her a grin instead. "If you want that break, I'll be happy to provide one for you." The younger beauty blushes a little, perfect smile still in place and politely nods. Gotcha.
Jane chivalriously holds the door open for her and gestures her to come in. So damn innocent. Innocence and college don't mix. She's about to get the college girl experience. "Here, have a beer. Relax. Let's catch up."
Three o'clock in the morning, and two beers later, comfortable laughter fills the apartment as they share the couch. Such a lightweight. Jane chuckles at the thought. Marisa sits in nothing but her spagetti strapped shirt and pajama pants. Nothing else. Her little gray robe neatly folded on the arm of the couch. Jane wastes no time taking her eyes from the full lips in front of her down to the exposed tan skin and bites her own lip in lustful anticipation.
Marisa sees it coming, but doesn't react with nothing but, as the taller woman's chilvary is thrown out the window. Jane grabs the sides her face, passionately kisses the full lips she dreamt about tasting many times before. The young woman's whimpers turns into moans as her hands through semi dry tangled hair, allowing the other woman's tongue take over inside of her motuh.
Jane pulls the smaller woman on the lap, making her straddle. And wet. Her scarred hands grips tightly on Marisa's hips, her own thrusting into the wet spot in the other woman's shorts. Her lips latches on the tan neck.
Marisa moans again, throwing her head back at the neck assualt, her hands still in tangled hair. "Please. I need you to take off my shirt." Her voice shakes in a whisper.
Jane grins as her teeth nips Marisa's throat, getting a cry and a tremor in return. Even in sex she's polite. Her hands roughly slide up from the hips, under the thin shirt, scrunching it the further up she goes. Tan breasts, with chocolate colored nipples, appear as the shirt goes over the head and onto the floor. Wasting no time, her mouth takes hold of a already hard nipple. She tastes like a recent shower and coco butter.
"Oh god." The young woman's toned body flexes as her now soaked pelvis bucks further into the detective as she switch nipples. The older woman's lips makes a popping sound when the she releases
With drunken strength, Jane lifts off the couch, one hand holding on the naked back, the other gripping firmly on the naked thigh that wraps around her waist. A stumble and flesh hits the cold wall. The future lawyer hiss briefly, but the detective doesn't care. She sure as hell weren't going to stop now.
Marisa finally removes her hands out of the tangled mess of hair and smoothes her small hands down the front of Jane's button shirt before ripping it open. Jane looks up with a raised eyebrow. Someone's got some prowess in them afterall. She firmly presses her pelvis into Marisa's shorts covered warmth, pinning her to the wall before removing her hands off the coco butter smooth skin to take off her shirt, follow by her tank top, leaving her bare chest.
Getting more turned on but the detective display of strength, the young woman grab the thick leather belt buckle and quickly undo it, as well as the black slacks, letting them both drop to the floor. Jane lifts on leg at time to get out of her pants, keeping her boots on, as well as her boy shorts.
Once again, Jane latches her lips on the tan neck. Another pleasured cry releases. Jane rubs herself against Marisa, feeling each other's soaked pussies through both of their fabric.
"Wait, stop."
Stop? But Jane doesn't. She just ust looks back at Marisa as she keeps rubbing. "What's wrong?"
"Your girlfriend. Dr. Isles?"
"That's not my girlfriend." The seriousness in Jane's tone tell her she wasn't giving her a bullshit lie. Or what it the pleasure she wasn't letting up on that was clouding her judgement if it was?
Marisa looks into dark, drunk, lust filled, powerful eyes and makes up her mid. "Jane, I need you to fuck me." Her breathless whispers turn into begging and bucking. "Please Jane."
Fuck! Her body shivers with anticipation. Making moves, she holds on to Marisa's hips and peels her hot sweating back from the now warm wall. She moves her across the room laying her down ontop of her new piano. My Christmas gift from Maura. She curses herself for thinking about her at this moment. But she ignores the pending guilt. It will just have to wait until the afternoon.
She unhooks the legs from around her waist, taking a step back at the beautiful sight. Marisa. Her neighbor. Spread open. Running her hands over her own naked tan body while lying on top of her black piano. Oh yeah. This about to be a symphony.
Her hands reaches the young woman's panties and quickly pull them off. She climbs on the piano stool, her shins in the seat as she sits on the back of her ankles, watching as Marisa drips right in front of her. She grabs onto the now familiar hips and pulls it closer to her and gives one long hard stroke from the wet opening to the hard clit wit her tongue.
"Oh god Jane." No longer a whisper, her shouts begins to fill the room. "Do it again. Please."
So damn polite. Another hard stroke and another cry out. She slips her firm tongue in her entrance, making the young woman arch her back in pleasure. She rolls her tongue in waves crashing into her. She looks up as she continues and nearly cums as she sees Marisa moaning in pleasure, her hands tangled in her own hair. It was an exhilarating view from above a set of bucking hips.
She feels Marisa's walls begin to tighten around tongue and retracts. She didn't definately got a disappointed whimper from that one. She climbs down from the stool and slides her wet underwear off before climbing on top of the stalking Marisa's body like a panther. She hover on top of her, her hands on either side of the young one's head.
"Spread yourself." The panther growls. Marisa looks up at Jane with confusion until she looks down as Jane cups herself, slightly stroking before spreading her southern lips apart. Now comprehending, she does the same. "Good girl."Jane lowers her bottom half onto Marisa.
Fuck! The feeling of the hard clit against hers was almost enough to make her cum right then and there, but wanted more. She needed more. She rocks her body as if she's been doing this forever, but when there's a fantasy you've had in mind for so long, it doesn't take long to figure how to perfect it.
Marisa wraps her legs around Jane's, bucking in time with the woman on top of her. The sound of wetness against wetness filled in the with accompaning moans. "Fuck! Harder Jane!"
Jane grins. That's what I'm talking about. Between the foul mouth and the demanding tone she's been waiting for, Jane goes into overdrive. She firmly holds onto a hip, holding the bucking woman down. Her thrusts become faster. Her thrusts become harder. Her thrusts become so wild that at any moment, they'll both be cumming.
Marisa, ready to release, grabs Jane's back, digging her nails in, and pulls her down. She gasps as their breasts become in full contact. "I'm cumming! God Jane I'm cumming!" She screams as her digging nails dragging down her olive skinned back.
"Fuck!" Jane barely feels the pain, but gets the full dose of pleaure. Their body continue to buck as they both ride out those last few moment. Her body shivers of pleasure.
She almost sure their sweat and cum dripping bodies may have ruin her wooden piano. But right now she doesn't care. She may never have this moment again. A moment where she's not thinking about her. A moment where one of her biggest fantasies have come true.
Four o'clock in the morning, Jane and her neighbor haven't moved an inch.
A/N: Thinking about making this a smut series. Let me know if you want me to...