Innocence

Maura's POV

She doesn't think I see her the way she wants me to see her, but I do. I see how she stares when she thinks I'm not looking. I have learned that she prefers me in my blue dress. Over the course of the year I have worn it on several different occasions. On those occasions, I have witnessed her arousal sky rocket. So much so that one day she actually broke out into a sweat.

Not one to let a chance go by where I can push the boundaries a bit, I got up to walk around the room under the guise of checking up on the rest of the class, but really, I was making my way to her. I went down her row from the back to front. I could tell my ploy was having an effect.

I deliberately slowed my steps. Each click of my high heels started to make her shiver with anticipation; I found it delicious that I caused her to react like that. Finally, when I came up beside her, I noticed that her hands were actually shaking. I schooled my features into a look of concern and leaned down; making sure that my cleavage was at her eye level.

"Jane, are you feeling okay?" I asked in a quiet timber just this side of my sex voice.

My sweet girl was so worked up over seeing the tops of my breasts that she could not even speak.

"Why don't you go get some water, you may be dehydrated." I instructed her.

She finally looked at me; her face was blotchy from being tormented by my close proximity. While resuming an upright stance, I placed my hand below her left clavicle. While in motion I allowed my hand to caress her back from there to the top of her shoulder where I gave it a squeeze. I inhaled deeply and caught the distinct scent of her arousal.

Not one to be cruel, I step away from her. As I looked over another student's shoulder, I felt her brush against me as she fled my classroom. Whether it was to the nearest water fountain or to a bathroom to relieve her raging hormones, I did not nor would not know until she returned. The length of time would let me know what she chose.

15 minutes later she returned. The bathroom it was. The bell rang and my students rushed to get their books packed, it was the end of day so they always rushed to get out and go home. Over the din noise, I called out for Jane to stay over a moment. Her face dropped into a guilty look as soon as my words registered with her.

It did not take long for the last student to leave. I sat behind my desk and watched the hallway outside my classroom. Once the students had cleared, I went to the door and closed it. I studied the latch intently; with firm resolve I flip it into its locking position. Sitting down again at my desk I motioned for Jane to take a seat on the chair to my right. I could tell she was nervous, so I sat back and crossed my legs and wrapped my hands around my knee and waited patiently.

When she sat down, I smiled at her. She didn't see it because she was looking down. Reaching over, I touched her hand. That got her attention and her eyes on me.

"Jane, you were gone for over 15 minutes from my class, are you okay?" She dropped her head again and said something.

"Jane when I speak to you I expect you to look at me, no matter that you have extremely beautiful hair, I still prefer to speak face to face."

Her head came up again, but this time she had a shy grin.

"You think my hair is beautiful?" She was so adorable with her timid question.

"Yes, but the point of my question was concerning your health. Are you okay?" I stated more than asked again.

She nodded yes.

Now here is my dilemma. Should I or should I not call her out on her infatuation with me?

I am not who she thinks I am. I am not some nice-show-you-the-ropes kind of woman. I have been here before and I always get what I desire and I desired Jane. The thing was I knew that Jane was a virgin. I overheard her telling a group of girls that she was waiting for the right one. The others I have fucked before Jane just wanted to experience a lesbian romp with a hot teacher, which I provided.

No, there was something about this Jane who caused me to question my ability to make it just about sex if we should ever find ourselves in a sexual situation. I looked over her seated body; she was just too innocent for my hands to roam.

I was so caught up in my inner turmoil, that I did not hear what she said. Her voice was shaking so much, poor thing.

"I'm sorry Jane, I did not hear you. Would you please repeat what you said?"

She cleared her throat and glanced up at me. "I said you know, you know that I have a thing…uh…for you?"

Well I guess she took the choice out of my hands. Looking down I straightened some paperwork while I chose my words carefully.

"I admit that I have seen clues that make me believe that you find me more than just a good teacher." I stated factually.

I watched her closely. Whatever she was going to say next was going to be something big.

"Ms. Isles, could I…could you hold me for a minute?" This was it, my choice was here.

I grabbed her hand and took her to the small storage room behind my desk where I kept equipment and extra materials.

I pulled her gently into a hug and I closed my eyes at the feeling of her pressing herself against me, her arms holding me tighter than I have ever been held before. It was a desperate plea for love. I would recognize that emotion anywhere as I had choked on that feeling throughout my childhood. I raised my hand and brushed my fingertips through the back of her hair. I wanted to soothe her. I wanted her to know it was alright to feel attracted to another woman. That it was okay to need comfort.

I turned my head and lightly planted a kiss on her cheek. My heart ached when I felt tears fall against my lips.

I must admit, I myself was getting emotional. Adjusting slightly I brought her more firmly against my bosom and tilted my head back so that I could see her face.

It was amazing just how dilated her pupils were from arousal. Slowly I leaned in. We both were breathing the same air. I was intoxicated by her.

When I went to kiss her full out, she ducked her head. She did not pull away though, so I waited to see what she was going to do.

When she made eye contact again, the look in her eye was that of a woman. Without the slightest of warning, she took me. She bathes my lips in her sweet kiss. A kiss that was so tender that poetry should only be used to try and describe it.

I have never felt so at peace and out of control at once.

This student, this girl was working me over like I was a novice.

It took me a second to realize the kiss was over. When I opened my eyes, my Jane was gone. Only the sounds of her sneaker squeaking on the polished linoleum as she quickly made her way down hallway, to the exit, gave proof that she had indeed been here. The tear stain on my dress was evidence that I had held her. My aching heart told me that she was special and I never would be the same again.

Jane's POV

I was cranky when the alarm went off, I needed coffee and I needed it so very bad.

I used the bathroom and hopped in the shower. Today was my first day back at BPD after eight long months.

Playing high school freak again made me appreciate being an adult more than any other thing ever could.

Damn, but Ms. Isles. What the fuck Jane. Getting lost in made up feelings is one thing, but really feeling them is another. Regardless, I did my job.

As I enter BPD, I head straight for Lt. Martinez office.

"Hey Rizzoli, it's nice to have you back. How did you like playing with the kiddies?"

"Playing, hell, I was ducking them whenever I could. Besides they were not my assignment."

Martinez scrutinized me for a moment as he leaned back in his chair. With a bounce forward he stood.

"Good, good. We have to go to the big meeting room; all of the heads want a chance to hear your report." He gave me a serious look. "Rizzoli, make sure you account for everything."

I nodded to agree with him. The rumors of some teachers using their students for sex really had stirred the higher ups enough to send me undercover to the high school.

As we walked, I could tell my mind and heart were in different zones. My mind knew that Ms. Isles baited me sexually after the first few weeks. My question is, did I respond as a student or an adult female who found another woman attractive?

My thoughts were pushed aside as we entered the meeting room.

"Detective Rizzoli, thank you for joining us; how did your assignment go?" Lt. Mezzler asked.

"Sir, I have my files right here and in them you will find several illegal drug violations, alcohol related offences and illegal betting ring based around all the schools athletics." Jane said as she sat at attention before her superiors.

"What of the pedophilia allegations against Dr. Maura Isles in the biology department?" Mezzler leaned in to add weight to his question.

"Sir, at no time did Dr. Maura Isles interact with me inappropriately."

"Detective, are you sure the teacher in question did not in any way make you feel as though she were making sexual advances to you?" Mezzler was beginning to get irritated.

Jane's mind flashed a memory of Ms. Isle's lips moving towards hers. Her protective instinct that she had developed for her teacher won out and that's when she turned her head.

"Sir, I found Ms. Isles to be a competent, well respected teacher. She even treated me for dehydration after I came into her class from gym."

All the heads looked at her as if they were holding her up for inspection and her interpretation of the truth.

The truth was, that she had turned her head on purpose, if she had allowed her teacher to kiss her, she would have no choice but to arrest her.

However, she could not just let go of Ms. Isles without some sign of affection. So she kissed her. Thereby she could claim Jane entrapped her and the charges would be dropped. Her career would be over, but there was just something about the Blond Teacher that rocked her to the core. Jane felt in her gut that she was right for protecting her.

"Rizzoli, please forward your findings and reports to the necessary departments. Thank you for your dedication. Meeting is adjourned." Mezzler walked out without a glance back. Cavanaugh got her attention and she headed over to him.

"Rizzoli, you did some good undercover work. Also, good for you also for not making things up just so you can pad your record." Cavanaugh praised.

Jane said nothing, just smiled a thank you.

"Say, you still interested in Homicide?" Cavanaugh asked with a knowing smile.

"Yes Sir, Lt. Cavanaugh, I am fully invested in making that team one day."

"I think Martinez has a few more assignments for you, but after that come see me with your box handy." With that Cavanaugh turned and walked away.

Martinez appeared at her side. "Wow, so you're moving on up huh?"

Jane smiled at the thought of making her dream come true.

16 months later

Maura's POV

Maura Isles was in her kitchen pouring herself a glass of wine to go along with her light supper. Taking her food over to her couch she deposited the items on the coffee table. Grabbing the remote she un-muted the TV to watch the nightly news.

"Thanks Janice, in tonight's news, Boston Homicide Detective Jane Rizzoli was injured in the line of duty during the capture of the infamous Charles 'The Surgeon' Hoyt. Details of Detective Rizzoli's injuries are not available at this time. We here at Channel 9 wish you a speedy recovery Detective Jane. In other news…."

Maura was in shock, her Jane, the Jane that stirred her heart, was a police, no a detective for Boston Police Department?

"That means…oh dear God, she was an officer, she was an undercover officer."

The ramifications of Jane's actions, all her actions, now made perfect sense.

"She saved my career and my reputation and I didn't even know it. Most of all, she saved me."

The End