A/N: Here it is! The one thing I was sure I wouldn't be ready to do for a while: A completely M rated fic. From start to finish: All saucy. Thanks to several readers for their continued support and encouragement, I decided to just go for it. This will be short, most likely no more than four chapters. Since this is new to me I will be relying on feedback to let me know how I'm doing, if I should keep it up, or if I should stay away from M ratings in the future. Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think! I'd also like to send out a thank you for the nominations in the Rizzles Fanfic Awards, I'm truly speechless. Disclaimer: Same as always. I do not own anything.
"Oh my god." The thin, synthetic material covering a muscled thigh did very little to hide the heat coming from the woman grinding against it. Hips circled in time, desperately searching for the right amount of friction to keep her heart racing.
"Fuck." Two sets of lips were swollen. Teeth had been introduced shortly after the kiss was initiated by the taller of the two. Or was the copper-blonde responsible for what was taking place on the edge of perfectly organized desk? No answer was definite.
"Jane..." Pushing with her hands and hips, she tried to get the attention of the attacker whose latest assault was focused on the sensitive alabaster skin at the center of her throat. A rapid pulse was evident beneath the silky heaven.
"Mmmm?" Less than an eighth of the slightly seated woman's attention was diverted to words being softly mumbled. The rest was divided evenly between two hands that were filled with decadent curves.
"We need to stop." Actions so easily contradicted words as nimble fingers tangled in thick, near-ebony curls.
"No." The moist heat that was being transferred between the two bodies told her that stopping was the last thing either of them wanted to do.
"Yes." Minty fresh breath tickled her sensitive cherry lips once the other woman brought her face within an inch of her own.
"Why?" Bright brown eyes challenged through their dilated state. An expensive gray wool skirt was bunched around curvy hips and shifted askew. A red silk blouse was haphazardly untucked. Strong, barely calloused hands bypassed the material for the soft skin that was hidden beneath. Supple skin that had been haunting Detective Jane Rizzoli's every thought, every dream, every musing.
"Because you're here for test results." It was the truth. They had hours left in the workday. Hours before they could fully indulge themselves in the passion that had simmered for years and just recently had come to a full boil. She caressed a defined cheek and allowed herself to be swallowed by the look of love and want on Jane's face. Perhaps I shouldn't have woken Jane with a text telling her that I want her and I'm ready.
The courtship between the Doctor and the Detective was still fresh, still new in all the little ways that made a couple inseparable. But Jane and Maura were melded together long before any dates were planned or less than innocent touches were allowed. Now that those touches were allowed, movie nights became more interesting. Lunch breaks were less about the food and more about their shared private moments. Every minute the two women managed to have together always turned hot by insatiable kisses and wandering hands. It wasn't until their third date that Doctor Maura Isles drew a line for the couple to cross when the time was right. It took almost a month and half, weekly movie nights, several romantic dates, NO sleepovers, and many close calls in a deserted morgue before the Medical Examiner knew she was ready. Really ready.
The Detective was surprised to find out that the ME would be the one to want to take things slow. Maura Isles was never shy about sex and all the ways it did the human body good. But Jane? She turned squeamish at the first mention of intercourse. The brunette thought for sure that she'd be the one to struggle through her inability to voice her wants and insecurities to her partner, but that never happened. Jane was ready. She had been ready since the moment Maura opened her lips and Jane was allowed her first taste of the proverbial forbidden fruit. However, it was no longer forbidden; it was wanted, needed, permitted. Gone were the days of guilt-ridden fantasies and lonely nights with her left hand and Maura's name dripping from her lips. Jane Rizzoli was now allowed to openly admire. Her dreams were filled with accurate details of the woman she had been in love with for years. So if that woman wanted to wait longer before taking that final, physical step as a couple, Jane would give her all the time in the world.
The waiting and subsequent frustration had started to get to both professionals. The usually composed doctor had started to fray at the edges. Caring only about her appearance for Jane and less about the destruction two innocent looking marked hands could do to that pristine appearance. If disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes served as a reminder that caused a confident swagger to falter, Maura let the creases set in for a few hours longer. Each time the couple found themselves alone they'd come dangerously close to crossing a line they'd never be able to turn back from, no matter where they were. And Maura's office served as the best, worst, most tempting of all locations.
"The results aren't going anywhere." Jane started to lean in for another kiss but was stopped by a palm against the center of her chest.
"We can't." Maura was pushed back slightly when the lean frame she was using as support stood and moved away. She immediately felt the loss and her body was overtaken with a chill. Goosebumps that were once born of painful pleasure were replaced by their evil twin from the cold.
"Fine. Tell me what you found." Frustration seeped from the detective's every pore. She knew this wasn't the perfect place for their first time, and of course she didn't want to actually do it there, but she just wanted to indulge in the closeness she had suddenly become so dependent on. Jane started to pace as she straightened her clothing. When did Maura undo four of her buttons?
"Jane, please don't be upset with me." Maura could tell by the way her girlfriend's eyes landed everywhere but on her own that she had agitated the sensitive woman.
"I'm not upset."
"You're body language and rigid stance negate what you're telling me." The brilliant woman crossed her arms over her chest.
"Just tell me about the results." Jane tried again, fighting against the itch in the center of her palms that had nothing to do with past injury and everything to do with curves that stood less than five feet before her.
"We're still waiting on the Tox Screen," The ME sighed in defeat. "But we identified the fibers in the wound to be consistent with layered polyester clothing. There were traces of a plush material as well as a waterproof material. There was also a substantial amount of salt present in the wound tract causing it to cauterize rapidly." Jane's eyes finally met worried hazel ones.
"We could be looking at a fisherman. I know a lot of guys wear waterproof fleece down at the harbor. Put that with the salt and it's the first lead we've had in days. Thanks." Jane started to head for the door.
"Wait!" Maura surprised herself with the force behind the one word. It must've shocked Jane as well because she froze just as her hand met the knob. "Are we ok?"
Jane's dark head fell. She felt terrible for causing Maura to doubt their status as a couple, but she felt even worse for the pained tone that stained the normally smooth voice. She turned back and flashed the smirk that she now knew made Maura's knees weak with want.
"We're as wonderful as always." Her hand dropped from the door and she closed the distance between herself and the woman leaning against the desk. The detective was still dumbfounded by how she managed to make this pin-up worthy woman hers. She wrapped her long arms around the shorter woman's midsection and pulled her flush against her muscled body. Arms left bare by the silky blouse automatically wrapped around the brunette's neck.
"I'm sorry." Maura spoke barely above a whisper.
"Don't be." Jane took a strand of runaway copper hair and secured it behind a kissable ear and smiled to herself.
"I don't mean to upset you."
"You didn't upset me." She paused, fearful to put words to her feelings, but she felt safe with the doctor's arms around her. "It just scares me sometimes, to think that I want you more than you want me."
"Oh, Jane.." Barely there tears sprung to life in golden-green eyes before a flash of desire smothered them. She lowered her right hand and gripped the detective's hand that had found a home on the swell of her backside. Maura moved their joined hands to the hem of her charcoal skirt and ten entwined fingers brought it up the length of a creamy thigh.
"Don't you ever doubt how much I want you. Just because I'm trying keep our first time from taking place in my office during work hours doesn't mean I don't want it." Maura spoke as her lips brushed against Jane's, "God I want it.." Her eyes remained open and locked on the wide one's looking down at her. When their hands brushed over the sinfully soft skin of her inner thigh and continued the ascent, both hearts started to pound with a renewed passion. All the air left the blonde's lungs when contact was made with the thin material separating her sensitive flesh from the one person she wanted to claim it as their own.
"Do you feel what you do to me?"
There was no hiding the wetness that saturated the delicate garment and covered nimble fingertips that moved of their own volition, no longer needing the guidance of the doctor. Small circles were made, just the slightest pressure was added. Jane whimpered at all the feelings coursing through her at once, setting her veins on fire, and fought with all the strength she could muster to not take the woman that stood ready in her arms.
"I did this?" Jane's eyes were clamped shut as she whispered, she tried to process and burn every feeling to her memory. Her mouth was dry, her nipples strained against her clothing, and she ached to feel more.
"Yesssss.." Maura hissed as Jane increased the pressure ever so slightly and a fresh wave of wetness begged to coat long, promising finger. "No one else has ever done this to me." Both women moaned as Jane's fingertips picked up their pace and Maura's short nails dug into a strong shoulder through the flimsy fabric of a purple shirt. The cloud of pleasure, pain, want, and desire was so dense that neither woman heard the door start to open. The ME and the Detective froze when a small, too familiar voice spoke.
"I have the tox results you were waiting for, Dr. Isles." The fluttering of scattered papers was the only sound that followed as Senior Criminalist Susie Chang stood wide-eyed and empty handed in the open doorway.