Disclaimer: You know the drill; I don't own any of the characters represented here – You can ask JaneRizzoli and MauraIsles themselves. No joke XP Seriously though, they're owned by their respective peeps, I just like to mess around with them. ;)
One more thing: This takes place during "See one, Do one, Teach one" and is AU in relation to the show. I'm keeping this one T unless people want me to extend it. It's my first Rizzles fic, so please be gentle! :) Enjoy!
Detective Jane Rizzoli fidgeted nervously, her body all tingles and heat. This is impossible, she thought darkly, unable to catch any z's as they floated before her tauntingly. There was no way she'd get any sleep with this gorgeous M.E. laying so peacefully next to her, her breathing a steady rhythm of inhales and exhales, her breath brushing playfully across Jane's neck. Maura Isles was curled into her side, her face inches from Jane's shoulder. Jane was on fire, and Maura hadn't even done anything intentional. With a rustle of fabric, Maura settled in closer, her arm unconsciously draping itself over Jane's stomach, her fingertips lightly brushing against the detective's band of exposed midriff. Jane's body went stiff as a board as she suppressed a moan. This is just not fair. Why, of why did she agree to letting Maura sleep over? This was a bad idea – this is torture. She couldn't move without disturbing the sleeping woman laying partially on top of her. Jane heaved a sigh of frustration and exasperation. Apparently, this exhalation was an unconscious invitation for Maura to snuggle in, as she did indeed move closer. She scooted toward Jane, her head lying on Jane's fluttering heart and her right leg settling between Jane's, causing the brunette's breath to hitch. Holy mother of God... Jane pressed her head back into her pillow, repeatedly reminding herself that Maura obviously had no idea what she was doing.
As if she had some other idea in mind, the M.E.'s breath quickened and she let out a small, low moan, her body beginning to twitch. "Jane..." she murmured against the detective's neck, her lips tracing her words onto the other woman's skin. No way! Jane thought in a panic. She can't be having that kind of dream... about me! As if to prove her line of thought, Maura's body began to rock slightly against Jane. I've got to wake her up – there's no way I can stand this. Besides, she'd be so embarrassed if she... Nope, not going to go there. Jane looked down at the blonde moving slowly against her, trying to find a gentle way to extract herself. That's when Maura's hand drifted down and brushed idly up Jane's inner thigh. "Holy fuck.." Jane gasped out loud. Her words seemed to have broken through Maura's dreamy haze, her hazel eyes slowly peeling open to take in the sight of her moving pillow. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized where she was, who her pillow was, and where her right hand was currently situated. Guilt and worry flashed across her face, the moonlight drifting through the window illuminating her lust-darkened eyes. She slowly took in Jane's own expression, her dark eyes nearly black, her breath short and shallow, her arousal evident in the heat radiating against Maura's hand. She was obviously conflicted, her body locked up like a deer in headlights, afraid to move. Jane made the decision for her, one hand drifting slowly upwards and running oh so lightly against Maura's side and stopping at the edge of her shirt, her long fingers slowly inching underneath the cloth. The blonde's eyes rolled shut a quiet moan seeping through her lips.
As if this had thrown a switch in Jane, she hooked her leg over Maura's hip, rolling her onto her back and beginning to trail gentle butterfly kisses from her jawline to her shoulder. Maura tangled her hands in the detective's raven locks, spreading her legs to allow Jane to settle in-between them. "Jaaane.." she gasped out, the word stretched out as the person in question found a particularly sensitive spot under her ear. "What are we doing?"
Jane paused, her lips once again tracing her words. "What we should have done a long time ago," she said simply as she resumed her ministrations.
"Just making sure," came the whispered reply. "Please, Jane, you're wearing too many clothes." The brunette grinned a Cheshire smile and looked into the eyes of her lover. "Well, why don't you fix that for me?"
Verdict? Review buttons were made to be clicked :P Seriously though, what should I do with it? Scrap, rewrite, extend? (Ahahaa I see what I did there...)