Out of Tune
Disclaimer: Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles do not belong to me. No infringement intended and no profit will be made from their use.
Note: I'm trying a little different format. Italics indicate flashbacks. This chapter is set more in the past. That will change in future chapters.
"Oh, fuck, Maura, right there, yes, that's it. Yes, yes, god, yes." Jane went limp on the bed. Maura emerged from between Jane's legs, went into the bathroom and cleaned up.
Jane watched Maura return to the bedroom to grab her shoes and bag. "I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow," Maura said.
"You could stay."
Maura gave Jane an indiscernible look. "Goodnight, Jane," she said and then left.
"I don't understand how you can say that yoga is relaxing. It just makes me sore. It does nothing to relieve any tension." After their morning yoga class, Jane and Maura had stopped at the cafe near police headquarters for breakfast, where they were now sitting.
"You need to get laid," Maura reasoned.
"Excuse me?"
"You're so tense because you're not having sex. Even yoga can't help you with that."
"Great. What the hell am I supposed to about that?"
"I have a thought," Maura said coyly. "I believe the phrase is friends with benefits."
"Oh yeah, that's big help for me, because I have so many friends who would be in to that. Do you propose I ask Frost or Korsak?"
"Actually I was kind of thinking me?"
"What?"
Maura was prepared for a skeptical reaction from Jane. "It would be mutually beneficial to both of us. We like each other. I trust you. We could just occasionally have uncomplicated sex."
"Don't you think it would be really weird to have sex with your best friend.?"
"Sex is a natural part of life. A healthy sex life can take many different forms."
Jane suddenly felt uncomfortable about the public location of this conversation. "But friends usually don't have sex with each other," she practically whispered across the table.
"That's not true and if that's your only objection, it is a somewhat silly one. I thought you might object because we're both women but if that isn't a problem for you, I think you should really consider it."
"I can't believe this conversation is still happening." Jane groaned.
"Why does this make you so uncomfortable?"
"Because!" Jane practically yelled.
"Good argument. I have to get to work. Are you coming now?"
"Nah, I've still got a little time. I'll see you later." Jane considered Maura's proposal. It did make a certain amount of sense. And she really did need to get laid. When she had some free time at work that day, Jane went downstairs to find Maura. "Are there rules we're supposed to follow?" Jane asked.
"I have no idea. We can make some. Or come up with them as needed?"
"I haven't said yes, yet," Jane said and then left.
Rule Number One: No one is expected to spend the night.
It was Jane's proposal after the first time Maura had come to her apartment for more than dinner and movie. Afterwards, Jane wanted to be alone, to be able to think about what had happened. She proposed the rule to give Maura an out to leave if she wanted to, and Jane thought Maura would also probably take the hint. Either way, Maura left, and she had never stayed the night at Jane's.
Tonight was the first time it came up again. The words were out of Jane's mouth before she even thought about them.
Three weeks went by without the topic coming up again. Jane hadn't forgotten about it, but it had ceased to be in her daily thoughts. Then, 10pm one night Maura texted her, asking if she could come over. Jane replied yes before she could over-analyse it.
"I thought you had a date tonight," Jane said when Maura came into the bedroom. Jane had resumed reading her book in bed after responding to Maura's text. Maura had a key to Jane's apartment and let herself in.
Maura sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off her heels. "Ugh, it was a disaster. He practically tried to feel me up at the table in the restaurant. I started to talk about cutting up bodies to get him to call it a night. It worried me when he seemed to actually be interested, which in turn made me worried about myself. Needless to say, I told him I didn't think it was going to work out."
"And now you're here."
"Now I'm here." Maura stood up and started to unzip her dress. If Jane wanted to stop this from happening now seemed to be her last chance. Instead she watched with rapt attention as Maura pulled off the dress and carefully folded it. Maura turned around to put the dress on Jane's bureau, giving Jane a view of Maura's perfect ass in her thong. Jane felt a surge of arousal. There were probably a thousand questions she should have been asking Maura, but at that moment desire was winning the battle for control of Jane's brain.
Jane stood up to pull off her own clothes, unceremoniously tossing them in the corner of the room. And then they were standing naked in front of each other for the first time.
Maura had come to Jane's knowing what she wanted and now Jane was standing in front of her clearing wanting it too. This wasn't sex with a man after a date or two. Maura knew what they wanted. They wanted to fuck a beautiful woman, and as long as Maura got off she didn't mind letting them have their fun. Occasionally there would be a guy who wanted Maura to be the aggressor, or at least was willing to admit it, but they were few and far between.
With Jane, Maura knew she would have to be in charge and she intended to take full advantage of that. Maura pushed Jane, not forcefully but not gently either, onto to her back on the bed and climbed on top of her. Maura's mouth assaulted Jane's neck and chest. Maura wasn't terribly interested in foreplay at the moment and, feeling the wetness between Jane's legs on her thigh, she knew it wasn't very necessary. Maura put her hand between Jane's legs and ran fingers through Jane's folds. When Jane bucked her hips to create more contact, Maura plunged two fingers inside of her.
Propped on one elbow, Maura rocked her body against Jane's, fucking her like she wanted to, like she had already imagined. When she felt Jane getting close, she said, "Touch me, Jane. I want you to touch me." She lifted her hips so Jane's hand could reach her. When Jane's fingers reached her clit, Maura moaned and said, "Right there, stay right there." After they both came, Maura rolled over on the bed on her back.
Jane watched Maura breathing heavily with her eyes closed. That was easy, Jane thought. Getting laid without even having to dress up and pretend to be interested in somebody first. This could work. Someday it could probably turn to shit. Isn't that what usually happens? At least in the movies it does. But for a little while, this could work. And shit, the way she just took me, that was hot. "Maur, don't feel like you have to stay. That should be a rule. No one has to spend the night."
Could that change now, Jane wondered. If I said I wanted her to spend the night, would Maura stay? Do I want to know the answer to that? Maybe it's just time to stop. This was supposed to be uncomplicated.