Title: There are 285 Shades of Red, Jane!
Chapter: 1 of 2
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Obviously not for profit.
A/N: Title stolen from "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother". It got me thinking. First Kink fic. Next chapter up soon. Please review! It's greatly appreciated.
Taking a seat on Maura's king sized bed; Jane Rizzoli laid back, putting her heard the pillow on the side that she did not traditionally occupy. She crossed her legs and cracked the cover of a book she had found beneath the bed earlier that day.
Jane had never been one to openly discuss fantasies, but that didn't mean she didn't have them. She just kept them to herself, for the most part. After more than six months of dating her, her girlfriend, Maura Isles, had learnt how to coax them out into the open. As much as Jane resisted, Maura was twice as persistent. And was always willing to offer up a wish or curiosity of her own when it came time for sharing.
The night Jane had spilled one fantasy in particular, had only been a week or so ago. She hadn't been oblivious to the fact that the honey-blonde was trying to butter her up. Maura had prepared her favorite meal, and during dessert pulled the tequila and a shot glass from the liquor cabinet. The both knew it acted as a truth serum of sorts for the detective.
"What do you want to know?" Jane asked, a sly smile taking over her facial features. Still, it was no match for the one Maura was wearing as she opened the bottle. She did a shot and then poured one for Jane.
"You bought a new bottle, so it's gotta be good. Something I really won't wanna talk about." She takes the little glass from where it is being held out to her and then tosses the liquor into her mouth, swallowing it quickly. "Are you pregnant?"
"Jane! Really?" Maura gives her a disapproving look and then laughs lightly. "Of course not! And if I were, I wouldn't be drinking tequila." She takes the little shot glass, which happens to have her initials' etched into it, and fills it once more. "Have you heard of the novel 50 Shades of Grey?" Maura downs her second shot of the night then places the bottle on the table in front of Jane before returning to her seat, knowing that she will want a few more drinks – if not purely from reading the look on her face.
"Is that the book everyone is calling 'Mommy Porn'?" Jane's tone is mocking and full of mirth.
"Yes, I do believe that is how it is being referred to. It's no literary feat, that's certain." She pauses, thoughtfully, trying to figure out the most appropriate phrasing. "That aside, do you know what it's about?"
"Some creep that makes this girl his…" She pauses now too, but for a very different reason. "You know…"
"I don't know what you think. I know what it's about. I read it."
The brunette does another shot at this news. She shakes her head, as if trying to clear the images of Maura sitting behind her desk with the book masked inside of one of her medical magazines and her getting all hot and bothered without her while Jane is a floor above in the squad room.
"You read a book about some guy making a college student his sex slave? Doesn't he have some kind of dungeon or something? Oh my god."
"I knew you knew! And I didn't read the whole thing…" Maura says, a bright smile on her face, proud that her plan was already working. She had gotten the ball rolling in the right direction.
"Did you like it?" Jane leans forward into the question, and then sits back again not wanting to look too eager.
"Do you want me to like it?" Maura leans forward too. She takes the opportunity to poor Jane another shot.
"Maura…I don't know…"
"You know."
"I mean some of the stuff I heard about it…no way in hell. But some of it? It might be….okay. Whatever."
"And which portion of that lifestyle intrigues you?"
The detective smiles to herself at the thought of what she's about to say. She takes the shot that her girlfriend has poured for her, not wanting to be wasteful. (Or at least that is what she tells herself.) She closes the bottle and stands on semi unsteady legs to return it to its place in the cabinet.
"Jane, stop stalling," says a stern voice behind her voice. Jane loves when Maura begins to lose her patience. She's so sexy when she's irritated. Well, actually, she's sexy all the time.
The brunette turns back around, letting her weight rest against the edge of the counter. "Let's just say, if I ever catch you with that book… expect a spanking. My girlfriend doesn't read trash like that." The words are rushed, but still serious. Jane tries to hide the devious smile threatening to play across her lips. There's a beat between them.
"Noted," Maura says, her eyes sparkling as they look up to meet the brown ones doing the same. The tall brunette shifts her weight and turns in the direction of the hallway. "I'm gunna go take a shower. It's been a long day."
Maura is not at all disappointed as she watches Jane retreat to her bedroom, the one that they have been sharing almost every night for the last month. Jane has given her what she wanted. Of course she did it in her own sarcastic way, but now Maura has one million new ideas and possible scenarios to plan. It's a very promising start.
Minutes later she hears the shower the spray of the shower and Jane shooing Jo Friday from the room, as is the routine. The honey blonde clears and rinses their dishes, all the while plotting a night that will hopefully be amazing for the both of them.
Jane can hear Maura coming and she doesn't put the book down. She isn't exactly, reading it, more just thumbing through. The detective knows that Maura left the book under the bed, the corner sticking out from the edge where she was sure to see it while getting ready for work, purposefully. Maura had been called in first that morning, and Jane had decided to hold off mentioning it at all until they were home.
The familiar click of the honey-blonde's Louboutin's becomes louder, until she is finally leaning with her hip against the doorframe. When she sees the book in Jane's hands, she can't help but smirk. She moves inside the room, closing the door behind her.
She leans against it, keeping her distance. Unsure and excited about what is about to take place.
Jane peers over the edge of the paperback, her voice even in timbre, "Are you enjoying the movie?"
"Fast & Furious wouldn't have been my first choice," Maura says with a sigh, referring to the movie that Frankie and Tommy had chosen for them. They had all shared a pizza and some …okay a lot of beers, earlier in the evening.
"And your book? How's that?" The ME nods towards the item in Jane's hands.
"Oh no, Doctor Isles. This is not my book. This book belongs to my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend, hmm?"
Jane nods slowly. "And my girlfriend better tell my brothers to get the fuck outta here, because she's earned herself some punishment."
Maura is trying not to smile. She really is. "Punishment?"
"Actually never mind. You look too excited about it. You know what?" Jane pauses and puts the book down on the expensive sheets, a new twist occurring to her. "I want you to go back out there and watch the rest of that movie." Her eyes lock with Maura's now. "And I want you to think about what's in store for you as soon as they decide to leave for the night." She doesn't smile. She perfected masking her emotions after numerous interrogations and court appearances.
"And where will you be?" The questions sounds innocent and sultry all at once.
"I'll be here…waiting for you. Preparing."
"What'll I tell your brothers?" Maura can feel her heart rate increase and the air in the room suddenly seems thicker.
"That's really not my problem. Is it?"
Suddenly she wishes she had sat on the end of the bed. Her knees feel week at the domineering words. She can't breathe. Can't think.
"Is it?" Jane asks the question again, enjoying that she can sense such a clear change in the atmosphere and the woman that she so adores.
"No, Detective. It isn't." Going off of her instincts, and what she's read about this kind of exchange, this seems to be the desired response. The phrase is a simple one, but she can feel herself begin to get wet at the promises that are going unspoken.
"Oooh." The brunette feigns surprise. "So you do know how to be a good girl? Hm."
"I…uh…" It's rare that someone as accomplished as Maura Isles stumbles over her words. But the effect Jane is having on her is absolutely maddening. The images her brain is conjuring override any words that try to push past.
"Just go watch your movie…" Jane says with a wave of her hand, dismissing the beautiful woman before her.
Maura leaves without another word, closing the door behind her.
Jane eases back into the other woman's pillow, closing her eyes. Breathing in Maura's sweet scent, she sighs to herself, already feeling somewhat impatient. Making Maura squirm in anticipation is a double edge sword. Folding her arms across her stomach, she is proud that she was able to keep the persona going. This role was not one that she had ever had the chance to explore previously. Jane was happy to experiment and try it on for size, knowing that it would please her girlfriend and appease one of her many curiosities.
By now Jane had learned that there was almost no point in trying to deny the honey-blonde anything, especially when it came to things of this nature.
What Maura wanted, Maura got. And what Maura seemed to be aiming for was a spanking.