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Thank you for the positive feedback! I will try to post a chapter a day until the story is done. This one I rewrote a few times not quite liking it just yet, but I want to make sure I keep up with postings! Since this is my first story, any feedback would be greatly appreciated! I have a definitive direction I want to take this, but I am curious to see what the readers think.
JPOV
Jane found herself at the end of an exhausting day enjoying a beer at a bar she had never been before. She relaxed as her fingers curled around the glass of the bottle, letting the familiarity of it take her far away from her day. Her gut was telling her she was waiting for something, and in an otherwise empty place she kept finding herself looking at the door. She gulped half the bottle feeling the liquid travel down and was just about to order one more when Maura walked through the door.
She was wearing a bright blue ribbed tight dress that went just above her knee and some insane black heels. Jane let her eyes wander up and down the honey blond doctor with little shame knowing that the cover of the poorly lit bar would hide her gaze.
She marveled at the toned legs and wondered how she stayed standing all day with those heels on. Jane was more at home in her slacks and flat boots. Rarely did she indulge in heels, except maybe when she had to testify in court, and even then begrudgingly. But Maura wore those heels all day long, which explained her exquisite legs.
Maura turned her well toned body shifting in the dress as she scanned the bar. She spotted Jane, smiled mischievously at the sight of Jane, and immediately started walking towards her. Jane panicked. She tried to keep her cool, but internally her mind started racing, why was she heading towards her? Had she seen her check her out?
Shit.
Jane turned her chair towards Maura allowing herself to think thoughts she normally fought to keep out. Maura strode toward her giving Jane her usual radiant smile, and for a moment Jane forgots to breath. She was trying to keep her cool, but deep down she knew how much the doctor affected her.
All of a sudden, before Jane has a chance to say hello, Maura straddles Jane who rocks back in the chair from the sudden motion.
"Doctor isles!" Jane manages to choke out.
"Maura" the doctor purrs in her ear. Her lips inches from own. Jane couldn't move, she stared incredulously at the coffee brown eyes unable to respond. Maura slowly moves her lips along the detectives clenched jaw meeting her stunned gaze.
"Maura" Jane manages at just above a whisper.
Jane rests her hands on the doctors exposed thighs. Surprised, she glances down to see that Maura's dress has slid up as she straddled her, she manages to make out her faint pink panties. Feeling the soft silky cool skin glide beneath her hands hot hands, "Holy Fuck she feels better than I imagined" Jane thought to herself.
Maura brings her lips to Jane's chin causing Jane to let out a small moan of pleasure. Her senses were in overload at the sudden actions by the doctor. She fought the urge not to throw her on the table and devour her that was growing deep within her. As the doctors lips slowly made their way around her jaw and towards her mouth, Jane heard a siren begin to blare in the distance. She smelled the doctors sweet perfume mixed with the familiar scent that working in the basement brings. The doctors weight, her soft lips barely touching her, and her sweet scent made Jane feel dizzy with desire.
Jane's body was on fire, she could feel her heart pounding in her ears, and she became ever present with her growing wetness. The smell of Maura was intoxicating and as Jane allowed her hands to slide further up her thighs, finally grabbing her and pulling her fiercely closer to her, Maura let out a sharp gasp at the sudden movement and a moan of pleasure that brought a cause and effect realization to Jane. Maura slid her hands behinds Jane's neck pulling her face closer to hers, begging for the kiss they both wanted. Suddenly, Jane could not longer drown out the siren. Was it a siren? Why did it sound so strange, so close. No, it was something else.
Jane bolted up in bed. Disoriented, she didn't understand her surroundings and she fumbled out of bed getting caught up in the sheets. She found herself on the floor of her bedroom a tangled mess.
"What the fuck was THAT?" she said out loud, surprising herself when her voice cut the air. She slapped angrily at the alarm blaring next to her nightstand.
After leaving Maura's office, she and Korsak had spent days interviewing possible witness's to the young woman's murder. They had little luck. No one recalled seeing her until she had laid dead on the ground. Worst yet, with no witness's, no weapon, they had no motive or reason for her to be at the motel, known for its seedy tenants.
The only positive surprise from the last few days was how much time she had spent with Maura. After their first meeting, Jane had gone back to apologize for her abrupt departure and ended up inviting her out with Korsak to their favorite drinking place.
Immediately, she regretted the decision. Maura was not a 'Dirty Robber' drinker. She didn't dress the part, and the place was not her type of clean. She panicked when she saw Maura's face as she arrived and took in her surroundings. It took a bit to find the right kind of drink for her, the D.R. not used to having such refined cliental. Jane carefully measured herself watching every inch of Maura's body looking for any indication she was not enjoying herself. Why did it matter to her so much?
Maura, however, had a great time and the pair, joined by Korsak, spent all night getting to know each other. Jane was surprised by how easy it was to talk to Maura. They had little in common, but that didn't stop them from spending the first night talking long after Korsak had left and the place was about to close. Jane marveled at the small intricate details of Maura's life and behavior. She wanted nothing more than to listen to the doctors voice hum along with incessant facts that she would pull out about any topic. A few times Jane surprised Maura with some knowledge of her own, but mostly Jane was content to allow the beautiful doctor to ramble on as she relaxed and marveled at how easy it was to be around her.
What sealed the deal for her that night was when Maura shared how she had not gone out since she arrived in the city, having spent the last two weeks alone in her apartment because she hadn't really made any friends yet. Her counterparts in the medical world were jealous of her smarts, and the police force in general avoided her because of the stigma the previous M.E. left. Jane felt an instant pang of guilt and unconsciously fought the urge to protect Maura. Soon they found themselves ending long days together in the basement, Jane mentally exhausted from interviewing people, and Maura distracting herself by working on evidence.
She shook herself out of her tangled mess and staggered into the bathroom. She was wet and her heart was still racing, a remnant from her dream. She was no stranger to being attracted to woman. Years ago she had experimented with a few on drunken nights, even had fleeing courtships with them, but dating men was...easier. So she tried not to pay attention when her body ignored her wishes and would react to a beautiful woman near by. Men were easier to control, and thats what she usually wanted in a relationship. There were no intense sparks, no fireworks. And sex was just another way for the detective to release her aggression, and usually she would take advantage of the tough as nails men she would date and bring home. She never had a lack of suiters, but she also never work up from wet dreams panting and angry that they had ended when she was with a man.
She starred at herself in the mirror, "get ahold of yourself Rizzoli." she scolded herself. She tried to rationalize her dream.
She was stressed and exhausted from long nights with Maura and pouring over case notes. The last message she had read before passing out was from Maura who had some results and wanted to see her first thing in the morning. That was it, she reminded herself. It made no sense that she would be having these types of dreams about her, they were friends. Of course she had noticed the doctor. Who couldn't? She wasn't dressed like a doctor, at least no doctor that she had ever met. Jane tried hard not to notice the flawless skin, the nervous smile, the silky long pale gold hair, long legs accented by the heels she traipsed around in. Alright, maybe she paid a little too much attention to the doctor. But for a moment, she thought to herself, did the doctor pay attention back?
No matter, she had to shake it off and meet the doctor for an update on her case. Jane got herself together, showered, unconsciously taking a little bit more time to apply some makeup, and headed out the door to meet Maura.
