Author's Note:This story is slightly AU where Maura doesn't meet Giovanni until maybe season 3 after Frank is gone and Angela is already dating Cavanaugh. Things are just not in order, lol. Thank you and enjoy! I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO R&I, just the story is mine.
Fucking Maura! God damn fucking Maura! Jane was so mad, her whole body was shaking. How could she?! How could she do this, how could she flaunt it in front of her, like she didn't know ? Like she didn't fucking know! Jane grabbed her gear from under her desk. She headed to the locker room and stripped once she was inside. Yanking her own clothes off, Jane fought back tears. She threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a white vest. She sat straddling a bench and started taping up her hands. She needed to punch something and as long as it wasn't Giovanni's stupid smug face, Jane could prevent being brought up on police brutality charges. Jane violently pushed her way out of the locker room, out onto BPD's rooftop gym. She made a beeline for the heavy bag which was occupied by one of the new rookies. He took one glance at Jane and backed away. She waited until he left the roof entirely and once she was alone she unfurled her pain and anguish, pounding into the meat of the punching bag. Everytime she hit the bag a rush of endorphins made their way from her knotted heart, through her head, and down her shoulders. The release was so powerful that tears began to stream down her face. She set up a deadly pace and soon sweat was rolling down her body.
Twenty minutes in and the pain of loss and betrayal still had a vice grip on her heart. The reaction was not altogether justifiable, how could she lose something she never had. Her own cowardice was really the culprit so maybe it was right that her own body should take the beating. Blood was pulsing in her ears but still she could hear the tell tale click-clack of Maura's shoes as she made her way across the asphalt towards Jane's corner. Maura stopped just out of Jane's periphery but still Jane could feel the blonde's nervous eyes on her.
"Officer Trevor told me I might find you up here"
She pointedly ignored her and continued to pound the bag that was Giovanni and Tommy and Ucky Slucky, into oblivion. A moment later Maura's tentative voice invaded her senses, it was barely a whisper and if Jane wasn't so acutely attuned to her, she probably wouldn't have heard it at all.
"Why are you doing this?"
Jane paused, closing her eyes, "Maura, don't." The words cut through the lump in her throat, the three syllables forcing their way past her anguish.
This seemed to give Maura courage, the next thing out of her mouth was accusatory and much more brazen. "Don't what Jane?! You're the one acting like a petulant child!" Jane slammed her fist back into the bag and picked up double time hitting the same spot on the bag without mercy until sand started to ooze from the tape holding it together.
"Yea, it's me, it all me! Always me!" Jane snapped, she punctuated every few words with a hard slam of her fist, her wrists now aching despite the bandage. "So why are you here Maura?" Thwap! Thwap! "What do you want?!"
"I want to know…" Maura began to yell but her voice became soft and gentle as she finished, stepping in and touching Jane's stiffened and dripping trapezius "I want to know why you won't look at me." Jane whirled around, eyes blazing, and snatched Maura by the wrist. She was dangerously close and her voice icy and hostile.
"I want to know why you keep choosing them!" The fire in her eyes and the heat that eminated from her body taking her by surprise, Maura tried to back away but Jane didn't let go and she matched Maura step for step. " I want to know what you could possibly be thinking! Ucky!" She took a step "My Brother!" her voice cracked, another step. "Fucking Giovanni!" tears welled in her eyes again.
Maura snatched her wrist away, Jane had backed her against a wall. She tried, with both hands to push Jane away but her hard abs had no give. She was looming over Maura and the proximity was doing strange things to the doctor's mind and her legs were unsteady at best. With Jane in this feral state, Maura could hardly think let alone breathe. Maura left her hands on Jane's sweat drenched tank top, trying and failing to push her with any real force. Her voice came out a whisper "You have... no right."
"You're right I don't." the pain in her voice was evident. "That's why I'm up here Maura, I have no right!" There was literally no distance between the two and Jane's eyes were boring into Maura's, imploring her to say something, to do something, to wash away the hurt. Her voice broke once more as she repeated "So why are you here Maura? What do you want from me?" She begged.
Maura looked up into to her eyes, bewildered. How could Jane not see it, not know.
"I want you."
The air that surrounded them was sucked into a vacuum as Jane pushed her hip bones into to Maura's waiting hands. Maura was slammed against the wall, trapped between the cold brick and the detective whose skin was nuclear. With both hands splayed on the wall, on either side of the doctor's head, Jane's lips came crashing down. The kiss was harsh and lustful, Maura's head was swimming. She gasped at the ferocious attack and Jane's tongue possessed her mouth. A small whimper broke free from her throat as Jane bit down on her lower lip. Maura's hands still flat on Jane's stomach slid around her hips, pulling her impossibly closer.
"Jane" Maura moaned but the name was no more than a whimper into Jane's mouth as she traced Maura's bottom lip with her tongue. She laced her fingers through her victims luscious hair, pulling at the nape of her neck while she ravaged her mouth.
Maura didn't know what to do, Jane was overwhelming her, taking everything, demanding it. Her hips had Maura pinned and with every stroke of her tongue, she was grinding into her. Jane's hands were everywhere in her hair, holding her face in place, on her throat. She couldn't breathe and she tried again to push Jane off of her. This time Jane responded, grabbing both of her hands and yanking them above her head, grasping both of them in one hand above Maura's head. This time she used her free hand to run it back down Maura's right side,leaving Maura a shivering mess in their wake. The kiss slowly transformed, it slowed and matured as Jane dipped her tongue back into Maura's mouth. She swirled around Maura's tongue gently sucking, imploring Maura to explore her mouth. Her entire body trembling, Maura began a slow assault on Jane's mouth. She kissed her sweetly trying to sketch a thousand unspoken words. Tears trickled down her face as she poured love into every pulse of her tongue. She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, it could have been a minute or it could have been a day, but they were both jerked out of their revelation at the same moment.
Both of their phones vibrated and they froze in place. Jane was the first to move, placing a last sweet kiss on Maura's lips before she released her hands and reached in her pocket to answer dispatch. "Rizzoli"
"Isles" Maura was beet red. She put her fingers to her swollen lips and stared, eyes wide into the blazing obsidian eyes of her friend.
"We're on our way." It was like a spell had been broken, Jane backed away finally releasing Maura. Something like a 8 pound shot put ball was yanked from the pit of Maura's stomach as cold air swept between them. "Let's go"
The car ride was silent as they drove to a new crime scene in Back Bay. Jane was very aware of Maura's hands, sitting in the very center of her lap they hadn't moved an inch the entire drive. Usually a topic of great debate, Jane's driving was impeccable, hands at ten and two, her eyes didn't stray from the center of the lane in front of her. They began to climb a hill and Maura flinched when Jane reached for the gear shift. She shifted quickly and slowly put her hand back at the two o'clock position.
Jane's bicep flexed when she put her hand back on the wheel. Maura closed her eyes and tried her best to swallow but her mouth was bone dry. Inside this enclosed space Jane's scent was overpowering her senses. It was a mixture of sweat, sex, and Jane and it was intoxicating. Jane had changed back into her suit but the extra clothes weren't enough to fade the lingering feeling of Jane's half naked body grinding against her. The tips of Maura's fingers were pressing pale half moons into the backs of her hands as she restrained herself. She wasn't sure what she would do if she let herself relax. After what seemed an eternity they pulled up to an abandoned warehouse.