A/N: I was sitting at home reading Fanfiction, and decided that I wanted to create my own heated moment between our girls. Having read so many different scenes, I've only ever found one that is similar to what popped into my head when I was thinking about it. I hope you enjoy, and I would love to receive reviews! And, if badgered enough, I may continue. Sorry about my hiatus from my other stories. Life has gone psycho on me. Being an adult sucks! XD You are all a blessing, and thanks for your patience!
Dr. Maura Isles, Chief Medical Examiner for the commonwealth of Massachusetts, was insatiable. Mentally, physically, emotionally insatiable. Her and Jane had been dating for over a year now, and Jane was still surprised every time The Look was directed towards her; when Maura's pupils dilated, and her chest and face would flush a light shade of pink in anticipation, freckles becoming more pronounced. Her fingers would begin to caress anything that she could touch absentmindedly. Her voice took on a light, breathy tone, and the further she was deprived, the deeper and sultrier it would become. She would bite her lip, and her gaze would rove over her lovers' body wantonly. But she refrained from action, wanting, needing the anticipation to heighten her arousal. Then, she knew, her point had gotten across to Jane. That look meant Take me. Please me. That look also meant that Jane had to avoid jumping Maura wherever Maura decided to use The Look. Jane was not patient. Maura, on the other hand, lasted longer than anyone she had ever known. She loved the game; she loved the flirty looks, the glances, the gestured, the knowledge that she could be taken at any given moment. She was in no way subtle, and those who were around them when Maura became impulsive knew to avoid coming between the two of them. Or to leave them alone at any point in time.
At that moment, Jane was getting The Look. They were at work, of all places, in the Division One Café. Ma was out sick that day with a cold, so Stanley was hollering at random customers. Maura had been pulled aside by Frankie while she was in the middle of discussing a case with Frost, Korsak, and Jane, to talk about what to do for Jane's birthday, which was in a month's time. Frankie had decided to give Jane a free day pass on any day of the next two months to an amusement park she had loved since she was little, and of course Maura was also included in the gift. But Frankie had finished talking to her, and had to go answer a call from his Lieutenant. Maura sat at a the table on the opposite side of the café, watching as Jane enthusiastic flopped her hands everywhere, exclaiming rather loudly about the 'idiot suspect' who had tried to outrun her by climbing onto a riding lawnmower. She had her blazer slung over the chair behind her, and through her t-shirt, Maura was watching her abdominal muscles expand and contract with her movements. She was also watching the muscles in Jane's arms. Shifting in pleasurable discomfort, Maura caught Jane's eye and grinned. Deciding that she didn't care who was watching, Maura crossed her legs, leant back in her chair with one elbow resting on the table next to her. She had a single fingernail caught seductively between her teeth, and she lightly swayed back and forth in the mobile seat. The nails of her other hand grazed her inner thigh, just above her knee, breaths shallow as she watched the sudden change in her girlfriends demeanor. Jane had felt Maura's eyes on her, but didn't know the full extent of her thoughts until she saw the physical tells she was emanating. Oh no… again? Jane's eyes widened as she saw how dark the honey brunette's eyes had become. Maura's eyebrow rose, and her grin widened, fully dimpled, as her fingernail stayed between her canines for a moment until it brushed across her lower lip slowly. The hand skimming her thigh moved to the side, and she pressed her nails into her thigh just enough to where she knew they would leave a mark, and ran them from her knee upwards to the hem of her slit skirt, letting a single finger trail into the slit before removing her hands completely.
This morning, when she had gotten dressed, she dressed for Jane, not herself. She knew that it turned Jane on to see her in slightly sluttier clothing, in less formal wear. This was the extent of her dressing down during work hours. She wore a mid-thigh, mid-waist, black, pinstriped slit skirt that showed off her toned legs and ample rear, and a tucked in red blouse that had ruffles towards the buttons in order to create the illusion that her already blessed chest was larger, and a waist belt to enhance her small waist, as well as to help the ruffles do their job. Underneath, she was wearing a matching set of lacey red undergarments. Today, her undergarments were mildly old-fashioned; She had on tights that had the single seam down the back, and only rose to her upper thigh, where they were then held on by the tiny clasps that connected to the belt the she wore above her thong. Her bra was same in style, but had twice the boost. One of Jane's favorite playthings were her breasts, and she loved teasing her with making their presence known. For the past month, Maura had been exercising her kegels, trying to discreetly surprise her girlfriend. Currently, she was squeezing the muscles around the BenWa balls that were inserted that morning, creating a friction that she cherished.
Focusing back on the task at hand, Jane tried to continue her conversation with the guys, but without much enthusiasm. Sighing, Jane shrugged at Frost and Korsak, sending them a meaningful glance before looking pointedly at the flirt across the café. Turning around, her partners searched for what exactly she was distracted by. Frost whistled lowly, slowly turning his body around, his gaze landed back on Jane a few moments later.
"I envy you and your luck. Lucky bastard. I friggin' wish that I…" Frost began before Jane cut him off with a wild flailing hand.
"Whoahoho! Watch it, buddy. She's mine, end of story. I'm the only one aloud to voice those thoughts. And act on them… I'm skipping out. I've only got 15 till I'm off the clock anyway." By then Korsak had turned around with wide, horrified eyes.
"Uh… Janie? What have you done to that woman? She used to be so… innocent. She's like all the dogs I rescue!" Jane's eyes widened for all of two seconds before her snort turned into a full-blown laugh, pointing at Korsak's naïveté.
Hey, Korsak, can you refrain from calling my girl a bitch, please? And I didn't do anything, she just doesn't care if anyone see's her anymore. She has nothing to hide, and I love that she doesn't hide it. See you two girls later. I'm needed elsewhere."
With a smirk and a saunter to her step, she glanced at Maura once to get her message across, and then disappeared from the café, hearing the click-clack of Maur's 4-inch heels not far behind her. They had rode in together, so they had to ride back home together. Once at the elevator to head down to the morgue for Maura to grab her stuff, Jane held the doors open for her, watching her rear sway in the skirt she had picked out for her on one of their shopping escapades at one point. Allowing the doors to close behind them, Jane suddenly pressed Maura against the wall and gave her a scorching kiss. Moaning into it, Maura decided that their game should last for a while longer. It was her turn to play, and she was going to play as she saw fit. Breaking the kiss, she slid out from between Jane and the elevator wall. Shaking her head, she finally spoke through slightly swollen lips.
"Rule number one: No touching. Rule number two: No arguing with the rules. Rule number three: If you disobey any rule, you will be severely punished. Rule number four: There will be no masturbation. Rule num—."
"Maura!" Startled at the outburst, Maura jumped, making eye contact with Jane.
"What? I want to play. If you will not, then I can find other ways to satisfy my needs. Capiche?" With a pointed look at Jane, the elevator doors opened and she exited, the sway in her hips more pronounced.
"Capiche? Maura, how long are you going to deprive me? I'm hungry. The lioness must be fed." Smirking at her joke, Jane leaned a hip against the doorframe of the ME's office and watched her gather her items. Stopping her movements briefly, she spoke in a completely serious tone.
"Yes, capiche. The 'lioness', will be fed when I deem that it is necessary. You will wait until I feel that I cannot stand this game any longer. Patience is a virtue darling, and I intend to push yours to the limit. I also intend to enjoy it. Now where was I? Ah yes, rule number five: Complain all you want, but you will not get this," motioning to herself. "… until I say so. Rule number six: enjoy the show; lavish verbal attention. Now, these rules? They go both ways… for the most part. That statement excludes number five, for obvious reasons." Pouting, Jane watched Maura's movements, knowing the next two days they had off would be torture.