Hands Where I Can't See Them

Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: M
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me.

A/N: This was written for a prompt for the Fourth Annual Femslash Kink Meme. (Check it out at femslash-kink on Dreamwidth.) I have a problem, I can't stop filling these prompts.

The prompt is: drunk fingering at the Dirty Robber ('first time' would be a bonus)

They were at the Robber. That's what Jane said she should call it. Maura had always called it by it's full name, 'The Dirty Robber', until Jane told her she sounded like a nerd. So, it was the Robber, which was just as well, because although "Dirty Robber" was supposed to be clever, it just sounded, well, dirty.

They weren't in their usual booth. It was Frankie's birthday and the Rizzoli family and what seemed like half of the Boston Police Department had taken over the Robber's back room which could be reserved for special events. Frankie was greeting people in the center of the room. They'd said hi to him when they arrived and then Jane had taken a seat in a booth in the back corner and pulled Maura in next to her. Frost and Korsak had soon after sat down across from them and Jane had been engaged in conversation with them since.

Maura, though, had been silent and distracted by Jane's hand which rested lightly on Maura's thigh, just below the hem of her dress. It wasn't the first time Jane's hand had landed there. The first few times, the touch had been fleeting and had happened when Jane had been particularly animated about a point she was trying to make or laughing about something. Maura had initially chalked it up to Jane's touchy-feely nature.

But then the hand had started lingering, resting on her thigh for a while, usually after Jane had had a couple of beers. The last time, about a week ago, Jane's fingertips had traced a circle under the hem of her skirt to her inner thigh and then back before she removed her hand.

It wasn't that Maura didn't like it, but she just wasn't sure what she was supposed to make of it.

Maura also wasn't quite sure how drunk Jane was tonight. When they'd arrived, Jane had insisted that they both take Tequila shots with Frankie. Maura had stopped at two. Jane had a third shot with Frankie and was now drinking her second beer while Maura sipped her glass of red wine. Maura had never seen Jane drink more than a couple of beers and she wasn't sure how to analyze Jane's current state of intoxication.

Tonight, Maura decided that two could play at this game. During the conversation with Korsak and Frost Jane's hand had moved higher up Maura's thigh, under the hem of her dress, and her fingertips were now rubbing back and forth on Maura's inner thigh. Without looking at Jane, Maura put her hand mid way up Jane's thigh. Jane flinched and looked over at Maura but Maura ignored her. Jane retracted her own hand but Maura kept her's in place on Jane's leg.

The conversation continued although now Maura was engaged in it and Jane was silent. Jane leaned back in the booth and sipped her beer. Maura slowly inched her hand up Jane's leg, every few minutes moving the hand slightly higher, while rubbing her thumb against the thin fabric of Jane's work slacks.

The lights in the room dimmed signaling the start of dancing and karaoke. A disco ball shaped light turned on in the middle of the room over the makeshift dance floor, while the regular lighting dimmed. Many people were already signing up for karaoke at the far end of the room. Frost and Korsak got up and moved to where the activity was, leaving Maura and Jane alone in the dimly lit corner.

Maura watched them go, noted the privacy they now had, and then turned completely towards Jane. The hand that had been on Jane's leg, she moved to the back of the booth behind Jane's head, while she placed her other hand almost all the way up Jane's thigh.

"What are you doing?" Jane said quietly.

Maura tilted her to the side slightly. "What do you mean?"

Jane looked down at Maura's hand and then back at Maura with her eyebrows raised and asked again, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing when you put your hand on my leg?" Maura countered.

Jane shrugged but Maura didn't back down, maintaining eye contact until Jane finally said, "I guess I just like how your skin feels. It's really soft and I like touching it."

Maura arched an eyebrow. That response was somehow both juvenile and sexy. "Maybe I should see how your skin feels," Maura said rubbing her fingertips against Jane's inner thigh.

Maura watched Jane's eyes glance around the room, confirming, she assumed, that no one was watching them and they still had some privacy. Jane's eyes returned to meet Maura's and then she slouched down in the booth and spread her legs farther apart.

Maura held Jane's gaze, waiting to see any sign that she shouldn't proceed any further. Maybe it was the tequila, but this had gone quite a bit further than Maura was anticipating, at least at the Robber. She couldn't deny that she entertained thoughts of what might happen once they left the bar tonight. But now Maura had no intention of stopping.

Maura deftly unbuttoned and unzipped Jane's slacks. Jane pinched her eyes closed and grunted as Maura's hand was quickly inside her underwear.

Maura bit her bottom lip and moaned softly as her fingers slid through wetness and she pushed one finger inside Jane.

"More," Jane said.

Unfortunately, Maura mused, it was not the time to drag things out. Maura added a second finger and worked them inside Jane fast and hard, curling them upwards, while her thumb found Jane's clit.

Jane's jaw was clenched and her knuckles white against the edge of her seat as she struggled to remain quiet and relatively still. Jane moved one hand to Maura's knee and squeezed, fingernails digging into flesh, while Maura felt Jane clench around her fingers and then relax again.

Maura removed her hand. Jane's head fell forward and she let out the breath she had been holding while she zipped up her pants.

When Jane looked back up at her Maura put her two fingers into her mouth and pulled them out slowly, licking them clean. "Would you like to leave now?" Maura asked.

"Yeah, let's go," Jane answered, practically pushing Maura out of the booth and then taking her hand and pulling her out front where she hailed a cab.

Maura observed Jane's gait and listened as she gave directions to the cab driver. Maybe, Maura thought, Jane wasn't that drunk at all.