There were few moments lately that Jane Rizzoli could remember that weren't interrupted by death. It didn't matter where she was-at a bar, on the street, driving to her parents' house-all it took was one moment of silence, and it was instantly interrupted by a phone call. Bad news wasn't something that just happened to Jane, it was the one remaining constant in her life. That's why, as she lay haphazardly on her living room couch, she half expected the knock on the door.
"Give me a minute!" She shouted tiredly from the couch. Her walk was slow and tired-she had been working on a tough case, and didn't have a single strong suspect. The window was closing on finding the murderer, and it had been wearing on her for the past 48 hours. What Rizzoli didn't expect to find was Maura Isles, fraught with tears, on the other end of the doorway. Her facial expression was quick to change.
"Jesus, Maura! What's wrong?" She opened the door wide as she gently led the grief stricken woman into her apartment.
"I just don't know what I did wrong!" Maura cried, rubbing at her mascara smeared cheeks. She looked down at her hands. "I don't know why I chose to wear non-waterproof mascara." She choked out through tears. Jane shushed her and took her to the couch, rubbing small circles on her back.
"It's okay, Maura. Just tell me what happened." Maura took a deep breath, sniffed back her tears, and looked dead into Jane's eyes.
"I'm not normal, okay? I try to date these people-these men-and all it turns into is a disaster. I say the wrong things, I act the wrong way... it's like there's-there's this script that I should be reading from, but nobody told me what's on it and-" Jane interrupted her.
"Maura, listen. Most guys, they don't like to deal with women who are more interesting than them, and Maura? You're amazing. Don't let yourself feel down because some random prick doesn't understand you." Jane smiled slightly, and ran a hand through Maura's perfectly waved hair. The Medical Examiner looked up, eyes searching for truth, before she looked back down at her hands again. Jane winced, she'd said too much. Things got quiet between them-both afraid to say anything that would make things more awkward. Finally, Maura broke the silence.
"You really think I'm amazing?" She said quietly. Jane couldn't help but smile a little.
"Positively." She said without hesitation. Maura's lips strained not to smile, but it wasn't before long that the muscles gave way and her smile was spread across her face. She looked up into Jane's soft eyes, the way her face was full of concern and what looked like love, and felt her heart palpitate in her chest. She was sure the endorphins were beginning to course through her veins, and it would only be a minute before her skin would prickle with cutis anserina-goosebumps.
"How embarrassing." She mumbled to herself.
"Hmm?" Jane replied, as she got up to get wine from the kitchen.
"Oh Jane," Maura started, "I've really already had too much to drink." Jane laughed, and poured two glasses anyway.
"Oh this isn't just for you," Jane said amused, "I need a drink, and I'm sure as hell not drinking alone." Maura relented, and took the glass Jane offered.
"Come with me, to the bedroom." Jane said without a hint of sexual intention, but a betraying chill ran up the doctor's spine anyway, just at the idea. Perhaps it had been the moment, or the easy way Jane wore tank tops, but Maura's mind kept going to places she didn't want them to go. She took a long sip of her wine, and followed.
Jane placed her wine on the side table without a coaster, and laid back on the bed, hands over her eyes from exhaustion. Maura bit her tongue at the thought of saying something, and chose to sit precariously at the end of the bed. Jane lifted her hands and looked at Maura's stiff form.
"What's gotten into you tonight?" She drawled tiredly. It wasn't customary for Maura to act like this, so distant.
"Jane... I don't know quite how to put this." Maura said slowly, drinking another hearty swig of wine before continuing.
"Well out with it then." Jane said cautiously. She fought back feelings that always surfaced, a fear that lingered around women she was close to.
"When I'm around you, I feel something I don't feel with other people." Maura heard Jane take a shaky breath, and continued. "The signs are all there, the palpitations, the increased heart rate, the feelings of euphoria-Jane, I'm quite sure I'm in love with you." And there it was. She'd said it. She turned her head to look at Jane, who went from very tired, to very awake, in a span of about ten seconds. She looked flabbergasted, and her mouth opened repeatedly with what appeared to be unformed words, and then closed just as abruptly.
"I understand if you don't feel the same way." Maura countered, taking a deep breath before standing.
"Maura, wait." She stopped mid step in her Milano Blahnik heels and waited.
"I feel the same way." Maura felt as if the floor had dropped from under her, and her shouldered dropped as she physically felt the weight of her admission come off her shoulders. She turned slowly, and smiled at Jane a smile of pure joy. Jane laughed lightly, and waved for the gorgeous woman at her bed side to come to her. Maura happily complied, kicking off the expensive heels to get onto Jane's king size bed, the one bit of luxury that Jane ever allowed herself to have. Jane sat up higher in her bed and reached out to take her hand, leading her closer. She cupped a hand under Maura's chin, and gently placed her lips upon Maura's red stained lips.
In that moment, Jane's stomach tightened with both fear and arousal. She was afraid of what this meant for her, because this wasn't some one night thing she'd come to regret later-this was the person she was meant to spend the rest of her life with. Maura deepened the kiss, and began to pull Jane atop her, which firey waves of arousal through Jane's lower half. It began to dawn on her that the woman she was kissing intended to make love to her, and the idea sent shock waves through her mind with it's significance.
As their tongues intermingled in each others' mouths, Jane reached down to take away the clothing that was keeping their skin from touching. She broke the kiss to take her top off, while Maura stared at her hungrily from the bed. Jane could only smile at her as she undid her bra and pants, leaving her only in her underwear.
"Unzip my dress." Maura said breathily, green eyes completely dilated with deep arousal.
"Yes ma'am." Jane said, and quickly complied, pulling the dress off her like it was on fire. Finally she leaned forward and unclasped her newfound lover's bra, and at once she felt the firey hot skin of the woman she was in love with. They returned to their kiss, this time with more aplomb than before, and out of pure instinctual need, Jane slid her thigh up to Maura's cloth covered core, and began to steadily thrust her lower body onto the other woman's. Maura broke the kiss to moan in unadulterated lust, and began to give way to Jane's rhythm, finding some solace for her burning need in friction. Maura quietly wished she knew who had first discovered friction so she could thank them personally. Jane kissed at Maura's neck, gently sucking on the tender flesh, before rubbing her tongue over it.
"Oh." Maura whispered at the sensation. She placed her hands on the edge of Jane's boy shorts and began to indicate that she wanted them to be taken off. Jane lifted off her body and began hurriedly pulling them off, and then proceeded to pull off Maura's expensive (and possibly ruined) lace undergarment. Before Jane could properly form a sentence at seeing Maura Isles' amazing tan body laying nude before her, Maura lifted up on her arms and captured one of Jane's nipples in her mouth.
"Jesus." Jane hissed, her hands immediately flying up to take two hand full of Isles' blonde locks. Maura could feel the slickness on her thigh and increased pressure, which despite her lack of knowledge on sex with a woman, proved to be a very good idea once implemented.
The passion between them was almost paralyzing in intensity, and despite the inexperience on the parts of both women, they moved in tandem as if they'd been doing it forever.
"I love you." Maura whispered as she leaned back from kissing and marking Jane's flesh.
"I love you too, Maura." Jane said, as she placed a hand on Maura's hot core. Maura jumped at the contact, her swollen flesh reacting immediately to the administrations of Jane's fingertips. Jane swept her fingers slowly over Maura's lips, feeling the moisture gather on her fingers, and began searching for what she knew would bring her lover release. Once she found what she was looking for, she began to press harder, and rub in a constant motion against Maura's tender flesh.
Not to be outdone, Maura began to gyrate against Jane, her thigh grinding slickly against the surface of Jane's center. The grunts began to escalate between them, reaching a crescendo of euphoria before one of them began to crumble. Maura, predictably, was the first to begin to stumble into orgasm, and as Jane grew the courage to plunge her fingers into Maura's pussy, she began to keen loudly as she fell into her orgasm. Maura's body bucked against Jane as she climaxed, and Jane breathed heavily in response as she rode it out, kissing at Maura's breasts and neck. Jane's need was exponentially rising as every passing second and in desperation, she began to wildly rub herself on Maura's thigh. Maura quickly grabbed Jane by the hips, and out of pure reckless abandon, leaned forward and began to suck and nip at the apex of Jane's thighs.
"Oh fuck." Was Jane's only reply. Maura moved on pure desire, and went straight for the point she knew would do most good. Jane quickly became incoherent, grasping at the bed covers while she quickly built in orgasm. It didn't take long for the precipice Jane was teetering on to fall from beneath her. She came loudly, shuddering in pure pleasure at what had been a long, hard release, built up over many years.
Jane fell over on the side of the bed, completely spent. She reached over quickly to turn out the light. Both Jane and Maura could do nothing but breathe heavily and stare at the ceiling, trying to regain some strength. Maura's hand slowly crossed over to take Jane's and they intertwined fingers in between each other's bodies.
"Can I touch you?" Jane asked quietly after a good few moments of heavy breathing.
"Yes." Jane scooted up to Maura, spooning their bodies together, hands still intertwined. With her free hand, she brushed back the hair from Isles neck, and placed a gentle kiss there.
"We should do this more often." Jane murmured before laying her head down, and falling quickly asleep. Maura smiled to herself quietly in the dark.