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"Joe Friday!" Jane opened her eyes and shot forward in her seat. Maura laid a hand on Jane's arm. She calmly slid the satin sleeping mask from her eyes up into her hair as she turned to Jane. Maura gave her a sleepy half smile.
"I took care of everything, Jane. Korsak has Joe Friday, and will be looking in on Bass. Just relax." Maura twisted her half smile into a full on sly smile. "I worked very hard getting your cortisol levels to go down. I don't need you ruining all of my work."
Jane leaned her head back on her seat and turned to smile at Maura, but her smile suddenly faded. Her cheeks reddened. "Does this mean Korsak knows your, uh, our, uh…"
Maura leaned over into Jane's space. The sleeping mask pushed her hair into crazy lumps and bumps, making Maura look adorable and more rumpled than Jane had ever seen her – in public. "Korsak only knows that I'm surprising you with a vacation. Of course, whatever he has inferred on his own isn't anything I can control."
Jane made a face. "Let's not think about what Korsak may or may not be inferring." She looked down at her watch and lowered her voice. "Let's talk about how many hours we have left on this flight, and what's going to happen when we land." She waggled her eyebrows and Maura chuckled.
"You know, we could experiment a little while we're up here," Maura said conspiratorially. Her eyes twinkled.
"Mile high club?" Jane whispered. "Exactly what I was thinking." She unbuckled her seatbelt and started to stand.
Maura pulled at Jane's arm until she sat back down. "No, no, no," she shook her already tousled hair. "Airplane bathrooms are disgusting, Jane. They're full of Serratia Plymuthica. Brevundimonas diminuth. Enterobacter asburiae. Klebsiella. Escherichia coli…"
Jane held up a hand. "OK, OK. Don't go all Rain Main on me." She gave Maura a "you're terribly cute, but omg, I just can't" grin.
"This is the experiment I'm talking about, Jane," Maura said. She leaned forward and rummaged in her carry-on. Maura produced two small, rectangular boxes. Each was covered in filigreed Chinese silk. She put one in Jane's lap and held on to one for herself.
Jane's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "This looks very, um… fancy and expensive, whatever it is, but it's not exactly what I had in mind when you said 'experiment'. If you catch my drift." Jane winked.
Maura winked back awkwardly. "I always catch your drift, Jane, even when you think I don't."
Jane reached down to open the small box. Maura's hand flew out to stop her. "No! Jane!"
A flight attendant walking down the aisle turned to look at them. Maura smiled at her, even as she held a death grip on Jane's hand. The flight attendant moved along and Maura whipped her eyes back down to Jane.
"Don't open it here," she said between her teeth. "Open it in the bathroom."
Jane was even more confused now. "In the bathroom filled with serrated plymouths and esoteric colons? All your Rain Man germs?"
Maura reached back into her bag and produced some latex gloves. "Wear these," she said, handing two to Jane.
"OK, Dr. Isles. I officially have zero idea what you're talking about here. I thought maybe we were going to have a little…" she smiled brightly and said, "fun times" through her clenched jaw as the flight attendant walked by again, giving them both a weird look.
"Trust me, Jane," Maura said. Her face was serious, but her eyes sparkled. "Inside the box are two metal spheres." She lowered her voice even more. "You put both spheres up into your…" she dipped her eyes to Jane's crotch.
Jane's eyebrows flew up. Then her eyes dipped to Maura's crotch.
"You put yours in, I put mine in. No one knows but us. It takes time for the sensations to build, but when they do," she shivered and bit the corner of her bottom lip.
"You know, when you bite your lip like that I want to just pounce on you and take you right here and right now," Jane growled.
"Just wait until you see me do it while you're experiencing the ben wa spheres." Maura grinned an evil grin.
Jane tucked the gloves in her pocket and stuck the box up her sleeve. She stood, releasing her long legs into the aisle. "The things I do for you," she said, shaking her head. But Maura could tell from her small smile and her flush that she was intrigued.
"Wash your hands really good, Jane," Maura called after her. "Sing the alphabet while you're doing it. At least twice. And please use a paper towel to open the door handle."
A couple of people turned to look at Maura and she just smiled. "Airplane bathrooms are known for harboring pathogens of many kinds. If you sing the alphabet song while you wash your hands, you know you've washed them long enough to kill most germs."
"Maura!" Jane hissed from down the aisle. "Zip it."
"Don't worry," Maura told the people who were all turned to stare now. " I know what I'm talking about. I'm a doctor." Then she slid back down into her seat and looked out the window, trying to stop thinking about pathogens and think more about what Jane was doing.
A few minutes later Jane made her way back to her seat. She slid into it slowly, and buckled her seatbelt.
"Well," Maura asked, nudging Jane's shoulder with her own.
Jane tossed her head to the side to look at Maura, her eyes wide, her cheeks and lips rosy. "You better not touch me or look at me or I am going to come right now."
Maura cleared her throat and Jane knew immediately that the flight attendant must be right behind her.
"Or I am going to come right now over there next to you and give you a noogie, you crazy LLBFF, you!" Jane's voice was abnormally high-pitched.
The flight attendant walked by looking increasingly concerned at the strange behavior of the two shiny-haired women in seats 4A and 4B.
Jane leaned over and grabbed Maura's arm with both her hands. She dropped her forehead onto Maura's shoulder, smelling Maura's citrusy hair, and the faint, musky remnants of the hours and hours of sexytimes they'd had before they managed to drag themselves to the airport. She inhaled deeply and lifted her forehead. Maura was gazing at her, amused.
"Oh. Em. Gee." Jane mouthed.
Maura nodded knowingly and did that flirty, one shoulder lift, held tilt, grin thing that just about drove Jane off the cliff.
"Do you think you can move so that I can get to the restroom?" Maura asked. "You're making me jealous." Then she whispered, "and wet."
Jane shook her head. "I think you're going to have to climb over me, Dr. Isles."
"Jane." Maura said, with mock disapproval.
"Maura." Jane said, absolutely serious.
"Fine." Maura said, her eyes smoldering. She stood and smoothed her hands over her Red Sox jersey. She cupped the box in her palm and stuffed some gloves into the pocket of her oh-so-very-tight jeans. She spun her body around, lifting one leg over Jane's lap. Both her hands were on Jane's armrests as she leaned over, slowly building leverage to lift her other leg over Jane. Maura leaned forward to gain better balance, giving Jane a long glance down the front of Maura's Red Sox jersey. Jane began to shift in her seat, coughing to stifle a moan.
As Jane's head dipped almost into Maura's shirt, Maura laughed and flung her other leg over the detective. When she lifted her face from Jane's, there was the flight attendant again, standing in the aisle, one eyebrow raised, smiling a sly grin.
"Excuse me," Maura said as she tried to compose herself and walk past the flight attendant.
The flight attendant stepped out of the way into an empty set of seats. "No, excuse me," she said. And this time Maura caught her looking her up and down. Ah. So she was a player on this all girls team as well.
Maura stepped into the small lavatory and tried not to think about all the pathogens just waiting to infect her. She placed a paper towel next to the sink and set her small box on it. Then she snapped on her gloves. Unzipping her jeans, she shimmied them to about halfway down her thighs. Down went her lacy underpants, too.
She was wet just thinking about these exotic sex toys, and what she was about to feel. Plus, the whole idea that this was verboten – something secret and erotic and shared with Jane – just made her feel even more aroused.
Maura sighed and tried to relax as she took the first ball. She slid a gloved finger through her wetness, wishing she was in a cleaner place so she could take off the gloves and really feel her own arousal. Then she pressed the ball up deep inside of herself. Her nerve-endings were still raw from the hours with Jane, frayed in a lovely sort of way, sparking from her own touch, and from the weight of the ball.
The temptation was very, very great to rip off the glove and rub her clit just enough for a quick little orgasm. Just to take the edge off. She bit the inside of her lip and argued with herself. She was not going to do that. No way. The pleasure of waiting for Jane would be worth it in the end. Time to be patient. Time to be zen.
Maura took another deep breath as she pressed the second ball inside of herself. She flexed her kegel muscles and felt the spheres gently glide into each other. The sensation was slow and delicious and breathtaking. She shimmed back into her underpants and jeans, yanked off the gloves, washed her hands through two rounds of the alphabet, and an extra recitation of the Hippocratic oath, grabbed a paper towel to protect her from the germs on the door handle, and then sashayed back into the aisle.
Maura stood next to Jane, who was seated, eyes closed, body gently swaying with the movement of the plane. Maura cleared her throat. Jane's eyes opened lazily and she gazed at Maura. The passion on her face was written there as plainly as if it were a permanent feature.
She took a deep breath and sighed, gazing at Maura's gorgeous round face. "Can I help you with something?"
Maura showed off a dimple. "I need to get back in my seat."
"You're not the only one," Jane muttered under her breath, eyes roaming to Maura's jeans and then back up to her breasts straining against the Red Sox jersey she wore so well. "How about you get back in your seat the same way you got out of it?"
Maura sucked the inside of her cheek, squeezing and releasing her kegels, feeling the ben wa spheres so gentle and exhilarating inside of her.
"Fine," she said. Her voice was nearly as husky as Jane's. Maura stretched a leg over Jane and immediately gasped as she felt the heavy spheres shift inside her. Jane grinned. Maura flushed.
The flight attendant was nowhere to be seen, and the cabin was mostly dark now. Maura took advantage of this opportunity to lower herself onto Jane's lap and press her hips into Jane's. They stared into each other's eyes, both stifling groans.
Maura couldn't help but lean forward just a little so that her ample breasts just barely grazed Jane's t-shirt. Maura could see Jane's nipples stiffening, even through her bra and shirt.
Jane's hands reached behind Maura, and she hooked her thumbs into Maura's back pockets. This gave her hands perfect placement for a luscious squeeze. Maura pressed into Jane, infinitesimally more, but enough to again jostle those heavy spheres inside of her.
Oh, God. She felt her heart pounding. She began to lose any thought of the other people on the plane. She wanted Jane's hands to never stop squeezing. She resented the fabric that kept those hands from squeezing her bare flesh. Maura leaned her head down.
Just one taste. That's all she needed to get through the next few hours of the flight. One taste of Jane's lips. One taste of Jane's skin. One taste of Jane's ear. One taste of Jane's neck. Maura's hair surrounded them like a curtain as she dipped her face closer to Jane's.
The raven-haired detective's breath hitched as Maura drew nearer. Maura could smell lavender and sweat and the remnants of their hours together not so long ago. She could smell… Jane.
"Jane," she whispered, her breath hot on the detective's cheek.
"Maura," Jane whispered back, lips nanometers from Maura's.
"Drink?" an unfamiliar voice whispered to the two of them.
Maura's head flew up and away from Jane. She perched on Jane's knees, momentarily stunned and flustered, as the flight attendant stood next to her drink cart, smirking at the two women.
Maura kicked both legs over Jane and plopped into her seat, a very un-Maura-like movement. She snapped her seatbelt on, cleared her throat, and said, "What's the best Pinot Noir you have?"
The flight attendant poured two glasses and handed them to the women. As she did, she leaned forward and whispered, "I know it's a long flight, but I'm going to have to ask you two to… you know… keep it in your pants. There are regulations." She winked and stood up, dropping a napkin in Jane's lap.
As the flight attendant walked away, Jane looked down at the napkin.
Kimberly. 512-555-6432. If you two need a friend in the OC, just give me a call.
Jane handed the note to Maura and Maura's eyebrows raised as she read it.
"Attractive woman," Maura said, and Jane's eyes narrowed. "But," Maura continued, feeling a spark of desire at Jane's instant jealousy, "she must be on the short end of the perceptivity scale if she thinks I ever want to share you with anyone else." Maura stuffed the napkin in the seat pocket in front of her and then made a face. "You know the seat pockets are some of the most filthy of all places on an airplane? Even more than the lavatories." She pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from her bag and slathered it over her hands.
"Want some?" She offered the bottle to Jane.
Jane's head tilted and her dimples deepened. "No I do not want some." She paused. "Of that, anyway."
Maura put the hand sanitizer away and shifted in her seat, delighting in the sensations rolling through her. She gazed at Jane as Jane gazed back.
"This is torture, you know," Jane said, her voice so low, so sexy. "The more you talk, the more I want to kiss you. The more you look at me, the more I want to kiss you. The more you breathe, the more I want to kiss you."
"Jane." Maura breathed. "Stop." Her eyes were heavy with desire. "I'm not going to make it." Maura's hand was on her own thigh, her fingers dangerously close to seeking release, even if it was going to have to be some personal, over the jeans action.
"You and your hands," Jane growled. She reached over and moved Maura's hand to the armrest. "For someone who prides herself on being so patient and reasonable, when it comes to – certain things – you are quite the impatient vixen, Dr. Isles."
"That is a poor analogy, Detective Rizzoli," Maura countered, never taking her eyes from Jane's, never tearing her gaze from those dimples, those cheekbones, those incredibly soft lips. "Patience when one is trying to solve a murder is nothing like the patience required when one is-"
Maura was interrupted by the crackle of the PA system.
"Good evening, folks, this is your captain speaking. I'm sorry to inform you we have some ugly weather up ahead, and I'm being told to divert to Austin, Texas. All the big airports are full, it seems. Please keep your seatbelts buckled for the remainder of the flight, and I will get back to you with more information as soon as I get it."
Jane and Maura looked at each other. Diverted?
"They might have to put us up for the night," Maura mused.
"Really?" Jane asked, absentmindedly running a long finger over her lips as she smiled.
"Depends on how bad the weather is, I guess." Maura licked her own lips as she watched Jane's finger run back and forth across her plump bottom lip.
"I hope the weather's bad," Jane said, her voice deep and sexy. "Really, really bad."
"Jesus Christ, Jane, you're killing me," Maura whispered, closing her eyes slowly.
Jane laughed loudly. "Isn't that what I said to you… earlier?
Maura kept her eyes closed as she squeezed the spheres that were making her so wet. "I don't even know who I am anymore Jane," she whispered.
"I know who you are," Jane whispered back, leaning in close to Maura's ear. "You're the Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. You're Dr. Maura Isles." She darted in for a quick kiss on Maura's neck, "And you're all mine."
Maura opened her eyes and moved her head quickly, catching Jane's mouth before it was out of her space. Their tongues met briefly, furiously, as the plane dipped to the left in a controlled descent.
They broke apart and Maura gazed at Jane. She showed off her dimple as she smiled a soft, shy smile. "I'm glad to know I'm yours, Jane." Her lovely hazel eyes sparkled as her face flushed and her voice grew luscious. "So very, very glad."
"Now who's killing who?" Jane asked, tucking a strand of Maura's golden hair behind her ear, her gaze nearly consuming the ME.
"Whom, Jane," Maura answered, biting the corner of her bottom lip and catching Jane's hand. She kissed it lightly, causing the detective to stifle a moan. "Who's killing whom."
The plane banked into the black night of Texas, totally off schedule and totally off course, and neither Jane, nor Maura, could have cared less.