After a long day, Maura Isles walked into her home exhausted and in dire need to a warm bath. After being dropped a double homicide right before lunch, Maura spent the rest of her day performing autopsies and writing reports for Robbery/Homicide's investigation. The new detective in the division pushed her button one too many times during the afternoon. She turned down his advances, stating that she already had someone to go home to. The clock on her car told her that she was arriving home at nearly 9 o'clock. Her shoulders hung low, her body imbalanced and strained.
She threw her 6 inch heels by the front door, a habit she was quick to not take. Instead of hearing the calming silence of her home, she was overwhelmed by the sound of music coming from the kitchen. She sighed and hopped at it was not Angela. She did not have the energy to deal with the nagging woman tonight. She hung her coat by the door and went to inspect further.
When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly
I pimp to the beat, walking on the street in my new lafreak, yeah
This is how I roll, animal print, pants outta control,
It's Redfoo with the big afro
And like Bruce Lee yeah I got the glow
Ah... Girl look at that body
Ah... I work out
Ah... Girl look at that body
Ah... I work outWhen I walk in the spot (yeah), this is what I see (ok)
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got a passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show itI'm sexy and I know it
Standing out of sight in the doorway, she watched as her girlfriend, who she did not expect to see tonight, danced around the kitchen, fiddling with pots and pans on the hot stove. Under a pink flowered apron was the little black dress Angela insisted Jane buy so many years ago. The dress hugged the lanky woman's body like a glove. It brought the right attention her long legs and toned arms. Maura grinned at the thought of the first time Jane more that dress for her.
Jane was beyond nervous as she drove to Maura's house that night. Had it been any other night, she would have been fine. But, tonight was different. Tonight, Jane was taking Maura out. On a date. Like, as a couple.
After several years of containing her attraction and love for the medical examiner, Jane finally found the courage to ask her best friend on a date. She was scared of rejection. She didn't want this to be like every man in her life. Her father abandoned her family. Casey always left. Dean betrayed her. With time, she overcame the hurt of each of these betrayals. Jane didn't think she could survive a rejection from the only person she ever truly loved. Maura meant everything to her. Not having the woman in her life would almost remove her reason for living. There were so many times where she could have died. She came close with Hoyt. She came closer with Bobby Marino. She should have died that day but the sound of Maura's voice telling her to stay gave her the courage to fight for her life. If Maura hadn't been in the hospital wing of the prison, she would have died at the hands of Charles Hoyt and his apprentice. Seeing the pain and fear in Maura's eyes, Jane found the strength to fight, to save Maura.
Jane walked gingerly up Maura's driveway. Her hands trembled, causing the single rose in her hand to shake. She self-consciously adjusted her dress.
"It's now or never, Rizzoli." She told herself before knocking two times on the door. She shifted on her heels as she waited, impatient as a child waiting line for free ice cream. She stopped breathing as the door slowly opened.
Behind the door was a nervous Maura Isles. If you knew her, you know that Maura Isles was not one to get nervous for a date. With men, it was easy. They were already so taken by her charm and beauty that she didn't have to try very hard to impress them. They were hypnotized by her voluptuous bosom and her curvaceous body.
But this was Jane. This was the strong detective who put her life at risk each day to make the world a safer place for those who lived in it. This was the woman who could send shivers down Maura's spine simply by saying her name. For years, Maura dreamed about admitting her feels but always found a reason not to. Jane was Catholic Italian. What were the chances she was interested in women? Jane's mother always set her up on dates with men. She turned them down, what made Maura different. When Jane came to her office one day and asked her out, Maura was speechless. Jane ran out of the room before Maura could say yes.
Now, they were going on their first date. Upon seeing the other, they were both utterly speechless. Jane, at Maura's stunning beauty. Maura, at Jane's runway model body.
"You look wonderful." Jane muttered, suddenly shy. This reminded her of her first date in Junior High. They were both so young and awkward that it never worked out.
"Thank you. You clean up very well, detective. That dress looks amazing on you." Maura blushed as she imagined what that dress would look like on her bedroom floor in the morning, as Jane did the same.
"Thank you." There was an unfilled silence between them. Maura chuckled.
"I think we should go, detective, because I'm 5 seconds from pulling you inside and having my way with you. If only you knew the things this dress does to me."
"I think I have an idea."
It was 4 years later and their relationship was stronger than ever. Even after several bumps, they always managed to find their way back to each other. Maura smiled as she watched Jane dance around the kitchen.
Check it out Ah... Girl look at that body Yeah I'm sexy and I know it!
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah, yeah
Do the wiggle man
I do the wiggle man
Yeah
I'm sexy and I know it
Ah... I work out
Ah... Girl look at that body
Ah... I work out
Maura stepped into the kitchen, intending to stay unnoticed. She took a seat at the island while Jane's back was turned. She licked her lips as she once again imagined what that dress would look like on her bedroom floor, Jane's body writhing underneath her as she brought the woman closer and closer to orgasm.
"Why, my, my, my, you are sexy."
Surprised by the sudden company, Jane whirled and reached for the gun that was not on her hip. When she saw it was Maura, she let out a relieved sigh.
"Jesus, Maura, how many times have I told you not to sneak up on a cop?"
"I'm sorry, baby, I couldn't resist." She apologized innocently. She stood and walked over to Jane. "Baby, when did you start listening to LMFAO?"
"Wait, how do you even know who they are? I thought you only listened to classical music?"
"I still like to keep down with the trending music."
"Sweetie, it's keep up."
"You understood what I meant." Maura said, glaring up at her girlfriend. "As I was saying, you, my love, are looking very sexy tonight."
"I try."
"I know you do and that is why I plan to take full advantage of this dress."
"Meaning?"
"If I don't see that dress on the floor in 10 seconds, I'm going to send Korsack, Frankie, and Frost the video I just made of you dancing to 'Sexy and I Know It.'"
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would."
"You do and you won't be getting anything from me."
"Don't fool yourself, Jane Rizzoli. You couldn't hold out on me if you tried." Maura brought her finger to the curve of Jane's neck, caressing the skin there. She leaned up and replaced her finger with her tongue and smirked as Jane moaned at the contact. She sucked at Jane's pulse point as her other hand reached the bottom of Jane's dress, hiking it up to her hips. She pulled away all together and began to walk towards the bedroom. Jane leaned against the counter, panting from the simple encounter.
"But, Maura, I slaved over a hot stove."
Maura thought about this for a moment. Jane didn't cook often. When she did, it was amazing. But she had other plans tonight. She pulled at the side zipper of her dress and freed herself from the constricting fabric, leaving a dumbfounded Jane in her wake. Her eyes followed the perfected sway of Maura's ass in the black thong and matching lace bra. Maura yelped as she felt two strong wrap around her body and spin her around. Jane's tongue invaded her mouth as she masterfully removed her lover's bra. Her leaned down and took a rosy nipple in her mouth. Maura moaned, berating herself for putting herself in this position. No one teases Jane Rizzoli and gets away with it.
"Jane. Bed. Now."
"I guess we're having dessert first."
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