For You, Jane

Jane's regular nightmare of serial killer Hoyt has a different ending with Maura in her bed.

femslash Jane/Maura first time (& wild weekend), M for brief violence (Ch.1), language, sex. Spoilers for "The Beast in Me" ep. 9. R & R please.

Disclaimer: I appreciate but don't own the characters. They belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT Network. Thanks for the loan. I'll take good care of them.

Chapter One—For You, Jane

Detective Jane Rizzoli opened her eyes to the horror she could already feel; Hoyt had her pinned down under the sheets of her own bed, his weight making it hard to take a breath, unable to move or scream, and a scalpel inches from her neck.

"Hello, Jane," his small animal teeth grinding in his crooked smile. Sour breath hit her face and she felt his erection on her thigh. In full panic mode, her own heart beat was thudding in her ears. She couldn't understand why her unrestrained arms wouldn't move or why her hands he had so brutally scarred for her lay inert on either side of her head as if the memory of the serial killer's first torture session with Jane kept them invisibly bound. Hoyt opened his mouth to speak when something slammed into the back of his neck with such force his face hit her sternum. His arms went limp, his weapon gone. He gasped and his body convulsed slightly. From the back of his head, Jane she saw fingers moving through his graying, greasy locks to his forehead and contract into a tight grip. She watched his head lifted slowly off her chest and she followed the fingers to the hand to the forearm to the person kneeling behind Hoyt. Dressed in a sleeveless white dress, Maura pulled back his head by his hair, like Perseus displaying the head of Medusa. Hoyt's mouth was gaping, eyes staring at nothing. A slight smile Maura's lips, she leaned in closer to Jane, her blond hair falling forward. Jane saw the glint of the scalpel in Maura's her left hand close to Hoyt's exposed neck.

"For you, Jane," she whispered.

The scalpel cut Hoyt's throat from ear to ear with such speed Jane could not follow it. His warm blood sprayed from the black smile widening on his neck into her face and eyes.

Her hands were suddenly free and they flew to her face clawing off his blood. Jane sucked in breath as fast as possible and her eyes opened. She was awake and her gray tank top wet with perspiration. She scooted back a bit in bed. In her dimly lit bedroom there was no Hoyt, no blood. Quiet other than her own rapid breath and pounding pulse. Normally, in this endless cycle of trauma redux, she would have reached for her weapon on the bedside table then realized another nightmare has ruined another night of sleep. But it was different tonight. To her right, stirring slightly on her bed, was her friend, Dr. Maura Isles. She wore Jane's gray Boston PD t-shirt., asleep on her side, her hands resting on the pillow, a faint smile on her lips as if she knew the recent triumph of her counterpart in Jane's dream. Jane smiled to herself as she wondered why Korsak, Frost, Gabriel Dean even, have never shown up in these dreams to rescue her. Only Maura.

Jane cupped her own face in her hands and pushed back her long, dark brown hair. She checked the time on her cell- 1 a.m. They had spent the previous Saturday night at some fancy restaurant Maura wanted to go to. Not really Jane's cup of tea but if it cheered Maura up, it was worth not really knowing exactly what she was eating. They went back to Jane's apartment and got a little drunk over a conversation about Maura's newly discovered Irish mob biological father, Doyle. Jane challenged her to prove her genetic destiny with whiskey shots. Maura was miffed by this stereotype and launched into a long-winded explanation about how the ability to imbibe liquor had to do with body weight and alcohol content and metabolism and blah, blah, blah. Jane was pleased declare her incompetent to drive after two shots and put her to bed in a t-shirt and her underwear. Jane really hadn't wanted to be alone or she wanted to avoid that ache she feels sometimes when they say goodbye.

Jane brought her attention back to her friend asleep beside her. A brilliant woman, the smartest by far she had ever known, an excellent Medical Examiner, vital to Jane's work and to her life she realized. She has been a constant companion, her champion, wingman at the bars, her work out buddy, her critic, her cook, up for about anything, funny as hell without knowing she was. Jane knew she took her a little for granted. That was agonizingly apparent to her after Maura disappeared briefly during the Doyle case. She had wanted to tell Maura how afraid she had been but her pride prevented that. If Jane had admitted that she needed her it may have led to admitting other things. She eased herself down closer to Maura in the bed and lay on her side so their faces were inches apart. A really beautiful woman too. Jane felt a wave of shame wash over her realizing that the dream had left her a little aroused by her friend. The voice in her head said 'what are you doing, Rizzoli?' but it was faint at best and her fingers were already reaching out to touch the back of Maura's hand. Lightly at first, then she rested her hand on top of Maura's. She wished at that moment that she could just hold her in her arms. It was gratefulness really. Nothing that gay. Bolstered by the adrenaline rush of the dream and Maura's unconsciousness, she touched Maura's temple with her finger tips, brushing an expertly highlighted blond lock away from her face. Maura woke and knocked away Jane's hand.

"Jane?" She squinted then opened her eyes wide when she realized Jane's face was so close to hers.

"Hi." Jane smiled.

"What, what's wrong?" Maura puzzled.

"Nothing...I had a dream."

Maura gathered her focus. "A nightmare? Oh, Jane." She brushed her hand over Jane's cheek and rested it on her neck. "Hoyt?"

"Yeah. I got to relive all the crap that happened to me but this time, when he's about to cut my throat right here in this bed, you showed up and you killed him." Jane began to gesture with her hands. Maura pulled her hand away.

"You stabbed him in the back of the neck and it kind of paralyzed him, then you pulled his head back and cut his fucking throat. Zip, done. It was totally bad ass. And, you were wearing a smart dress as usual."

"Ew...ah, oh, wow. I mean, if I severed his spinal cord in the C3, 4, or 5 he would have asphyxiated in a few minutes so cutting the throat was a 'coup de grace' but unnecessary and messy." Maura paused. "What kind of dress?"

"Uh..it was white, or cream, with a belt."

"Hmm."

"Yeah, well, dream Jane thanks you."

Maura laughed. "Bad ass Maura of your subconscious says 'you're welcome'." She touched the side of Jane's face with her hand but as she was taking it away, Jane caught her hand and put it back. They stared at each other. On Maura's face there was surprise then empathy. On Jane's, sadness in the deep brown eyes, black in the dim light, and the pleading upturn of eyebrows. Maura smiled and watched Jane's eyes close. She reasoned it was perfectly normal for Jane to finally be reaching out for physical contact and comfort after all she has been through. When Jane's eyes opened again there was something else.

Jane took Maura's hand and pressed the palm against her lips and kissed it lightly. Maura's first instinct was to pull back.

"Jane, what are you doing?"

"I don't know." Jane mumbled between kisses. Jane watched Maura's face intensely, looking into Maura's warm hazel brown eyes for revulsion but it wasn't there. Just the same eyes that study the dead people, finding trace, reading holes, gashes, bruises and pin prick punctures like tea leaves. Jane moved to the soft, smooth inside of her Maura's wrist, kissing it open mouthed. Her other hand curled around her forearm; long, tanned fingers contrasting with Maura's white skin.

Maura's brain jumped into rationalizing gear. She began some high powered CPU-like processing: 'Jane's emotional state may be causing this or perhaps she's at mid cycle and her libido is peaking, this is wrong, not wrong per se, of course, wrong for Jane. Jane isn't...I must admit I have thought about her maybe a little in that way, what it might be like to... but I would never... I never thought...Did I ? Yes. Jane is amazing. I have a crush, a humiliating crush. Not uncommon between heterosexual women...' As Jane continued down her arm, kissing and licking it, tasting her perfume, her salt, her scent, Maura's brain lost the connection with her body. When Jane got to the crease of Maura's elbow, Maura felt the ache in her stomach and a jolt of electricity shoot through her insides down to her clit. She was aware of her own rapid breathing and undeniable sexual response.

Jane moved in closer. She guided Maura onto her back. Jane, resting on her right forearm pressed her own chest against Maura's. She touched the side of Maura's neck and pressed her face into the other side. Jane put her thigh between Maura's legs and started to grind very slowly. Maura moved her hands, hesitantly onto Jane's back. Jane's lips moved up from her neck to the top of her jawline, kissing and licking with the tip of her tongue. One last attempt from Maura's brain: I should stop this, at least clarify.

"Jane." She was ignored. "Jane," urgently, sternly. Jane kissed her cheek next to her ear.

"Maura." The husky timbre of her voice resonated in Maura's head through her chest down her spine to the place where the top of Jane's thigh was pressed. "It's okay," Jane whispered into her ear.

Maura relaxed completely. She thought, I trust you, Jane. "Never mind," she whispered. Maura could feel Jane's smile against her cheek.

Jane rose up on her forearm till they were face to face. Jane flipped her hair back over her left shoulder. Maura brought her hands to Jane's face, her thumbs stroking the high cheek bones. Her thumbs moved down over the apples of her cheeks, over her lips, over the dimple of Jane's chin in a line to her throat. She is beautiful, so beautiful.

"You know a cleft in the chin often indicates..." Maura started.

"Shh," Jane whispered as she pressed her lips to Maura's. She accepted them readily.

Jane was pleased to have free reign to explore her lips, her mouth opened easily Their breasts pressed together, Jane felt Maura's nipples stiffening. She moved her left hand under Maura's arm down her side over her rib cage and hip bone over the top of her white bikini underwear onto her thigh then back up again but this time under Maura's shirt. Jane's stomach burned and her clit spasmed as she felt Maura kissing her back, deeper, tongues tasting. Her hand ran over her ribs to Maura's right breast. She cupped it and brushed the nipple with her thumb. Maura arched her back and made a noise. Jane wondered if she could even do this right. She stopped kissing her, and moved her hand to the top of Maura's ass and began to pull off her panties.

"Tell me what to do," she said.

Maura opened her eyes. "We're really going to do this, right?" Maura panted.

"Uh...yeah, " Jane said in the incredulous tone Maura often elicited from her.

"Hold that thought." Jane watched Maura slip out from under her and scurry towards the bedroom door.

Next: Chapter 2—We're Really Going to Do This