The late night Boston air was brisk, but it didn't matter. Their fingers were playing between them and their foreheads were pressed together; content to simply be while they waited for a cab. The sudden insatiable desire, though at bay, to take each other to bed was conquerable for the moment. Their small tryst in the club satiating for the trip to Jane's apartment. It wasn't even debatable, where they were heading. Jane's apartment was closest. That's all that counted.
Jane wasn't sure she could handle sitting so close to the doctor in the confines of the cab, but she couldn't bear to leave more than a couple of inches between their legs. She placed her hand on Maura's knee, rubbing soft circles on the skin left free from her skirt.
Maura can hardly breathe. All she can focus on is that hand on her leg, which she swears is moving higher ever so slightly. Her senses are heightened, but they all concentrate on Jane. On how they shouldn't look at each other or they'll end up going at in the back of a car like teenagers. On the way Jane's hair has fallen around her shoulders, the soft heaves of her chest as she tries to calm down. And then Maura places her hand over top of Jane's and just holds it there against herself. Jane's gaze flits toward Maura and a seductive, predatory look slips into her dark eyes. They are about to lose it when the cab stops and the driver announces they've reached their destination.
Jane tosses a twenty into the front seat, pulling it out with an efficiency and a speed Maura's never seen. And then it is Jane's turn to lead Maura by slender fingers into the building and her hallway. Jane's turn to press Maura's back against a hard surface first and attach their lips while her fingers jumble the keys.
Eyes closed, lips are traced by tongues before sliding against each other lustfully in the doctor's mouth. Jane braces the two of them against the door as she turns the key in the lock and swings the door open softly. And then Maura pushes back against Jane, pinning her to her own wall as the ME kicks the door closed. Jane's hands are on Maura, keeping her close by her waist and her neck. She moves one briefly to lock the door, determined not to let her mother, or anyone else, disturb them for just one night. Her hand never makes it back to Maura's body. Instead, the doctor traps it in her own and keeps it against the wall above Jane's head along with her other hand, using her yoga muscles to their full advantage.
A sigh escapes from Jane as Maura moved her kisses to the jaw and the neck and the shoulder, muttering the names of the different places against soft skin. Maura stops and stares at Jane, who opens her eyes softly to gaze back. The detective sees the mischievous look in Maura's eyes before the doctor is using one hand to unbutton the cop's shirt. Jane could move her arms, could easily pull them free of Maura's one-hand grasp, but she likes this side of Maura. She likes the take-charge attitude she's getting to experience right now. It makes the pathologist even more sexy and seductive than she had been before, and that is saying something.
Jane gasps as she feels lips and teeth marking her skin, making her Maura's so completely that they can never go back. Neither of them want to go back, could never go back to not having this, to not being able to touch and kiss and bite and nip and love. They step out of their shoes and Maura finishes her hickey with a proud grin as she slips the blouse completely off of Jane before moving her hands to the back clasp of the bra.
Jane shakes her head. Maura's too overdressed. She hooks her fingers in the doctor's skirt and walks backward to her bedroom, pulling the doctor along as her fingers tease the skin there and play with the hem of Maura's shirt, forcing it to ride up. She feels her knees press against the bed and then she forces them to spin, pushing Maura down on the bed while lifting the offensive article of clothing off of her. She wriggles her fingers underneath the ME's lithe body, fingers the clasp of the bra and undoes it just as she feels fingers on her own back doing the same. And then Jane is pinning Maura to the bed, straddling her thighs and holding her arms against the duvet.
She kisses down the lovely, tanned skin of her chest, the valley between those two perfect breasts. She sucks on the skin there and then she's licking and lightly grazing her teeth over nipples, enjoying the uncontrolled movements of the body beneath her. She licks and kisses her way down the doctor's defined torso, gives her adorable belly button a butterfly, before pausing to look at Maura's face.
Eyes shut, breathing heavily, the ME is beside herself with want and pleasure and Jane because it feels so good and then it's gone. She can still feel her legs being straddled, but she opens her eyes to make immediate contact with Jane's. Those brown eyes have always been so expressive, so honest with her. She can read with ease the question in them now, the want to continue, but the need to have Maura right there with her. Jane is silently asking her permission to take that next step. She can feel fingers playing with the side zipper of her skirt, idly awaiting an answer as the detective stares at her with those beautiful, loving, tender eyes she's grown to care for so much. So she nods and then the skirt is being tugged off while she watches a teasing grin light up the detective's face.
Jane makes sure Maura's still maintaining eye contact. She slowly leans down to kiss along the top edge of the barely-there panties. They look so thin she could snap them with her teeth. She has wanted to tease the doctor in just this way for years, and now she finally gets the opportunity. She places her hands firmly but gently under Maura's hips as she kneels between those gloriously muscled legs. A ghost of a kiss brushes against the fabric and Maura's hips buck once in response, almost clocking Jane across the chin, but she dodged just in time. She moved her hands to hold them down as she applied another kiss, and another, and more on top of that. Just as Maura was about to tangle her hands in the detective's hair, she felt teeth graze along her skin, felt the drag of fabric as Jane bundled them up and bit down twice, finally freeing Maura of all clothing. Jane didn't seem to notice that Maura had watched that entire scene, didn't know how hot that was, and definitely didn't see how irresistible she seemed to the doctor right now. The ME had been about to yank the detective away from her, to finish undressing her prize, when she felt caresses and touches and kisses where the detective had never been before. All coherent thought left, once again, and any plans to strip the sexy beauty at the foot of the bed were forgotten as eyes closed and soft noises of pleasure escaped from her throat.
It had been too long for the doctor and she came before she could warn the detective. If Jane was surprised, she didn't show it, merely continued her ministrations to the moans tripping and stumbling from Maura's mouth.
Maura was so sensitive, but Jane was so good, and how did she get that good? She filed the questions away for an interrogation at a later date because she was soon writhing in ecstasy again and Jane hadn't even gone farther than her tongue. Maura was close again thanks to Jane piggybacking on her previous orgasm, but Jane stopped altogether suddenly, eliciting a cry of outrage from the sweaty mess beneath her. Jane smirked at the look on Maura's face, at the eyes burning with a desperate need, and then she pushed into her with a finger and any complaint Maura would have made was lost as she threw her head back and gasped, lips parted sexily.
She let out a very distinct groan, warning Jane she was coming again. Jane just smiled and snuck another finger in, curling and twisting and moving. Maura grabbed onto the bed covers beneath her when she felt Jane's tongue back on her clit and then she was coming apart at the seams, thrashing and writhing with her release.
Jane was very pleased with herself, but her smirk only grew more pronounced when she slithered back up Maura's body only to realize the good doctor had blacked out. She placed a kiss on her temple and got her under the covers before slipping on a shirt and some night shorts. Softly she navigated the hardwood floor, avoiding the creaks she knew were present. Indulging in her pride, she pulled a beer from the fridge and drank it standing in the kitchen, leaning against her counter, going back over the best night of her life.
Still smiling, Detective Jane Rizzoli brushed her teeth and then climbed into bed next to the most important person in her universe: Doctor Maura Isles.
