A/N - New chapter, same old deal. Read, review, enjoy.
"Would you like me to come back after you've finished daydreaming, Jane?" Maura said dismissively, locking Bass's playpen and walking over toward Jane on the couch. "Since you've clearly forgotten about our plans, I'm going to go leave for a little bit. Could you watch Bass for a couple of hours? His dinner is already in the refrigerator and I set up his litter box so you don't have to worry about taking him for a walk. Do you need anything else?"
The blonde fidgeted, waiting anxiously for Jane to wake up from her reverie. I have to get out of here…I can't even think. Maura knew that the longer she waited, increased her chances of Jane noticing the oozing anxiety wafting into the small apartment with each passing second. Her best friend was many things, but oblivious wasn't a characteristic that she possessed.
"Maura, you know damn well what I want." She angrily dropped the covers from her face and for the first time, Maura could see the reddened eyes and blotchy face of a woman clearly distressed. "We need to talk about that night and I mean really talk, not just mumble incoherently at each other till someone leaves for one reason or other."
A shaky sigh interrupted Jane's plea while Maura struggled with her nearly uncontrollable desire to comfort the normally reserved detective. "I need to know what's going on with us, Maura. I can't just sit on the precipice of whatever this thing is between us like it's just going to go away. I need to know…please, tell me what this is. I can't keep living like this…I just can't."
Seeing her best friend in such obvious pain shattered the tenuous control she had managed to possess over her emotions; time stilled as Maura crossed the distance keeping her back from the woman that made everything so complicated. Emotions that had been firmly locked away since her neglected childhood besieged Maura's troubled mind. Inches of nothingness perpetuated by their own individual loneliness and frustration slipped away with each step of Maura's heels. Yearning need forced the blonde to take a seat next to Jane's crumpled body, their burning eyes capturing the others in a dream that seemed destined to be fulfilled.
Hands that craved for a level of contact that had been absent for far too long, subconsciously eased toward the object of her desire. She wanted to take her hands back even as time slowed even further, bringing the two women closer and closer to an inevitable conclusion that Maura had fantasized about since that harrowing ride in the ambulance.
Am I ready for this? Is Jane ready for this?
Maura's databank of knowledge had no answers to guide her through this unforeseen predicament. No words were adequate to describe how much she wanted this; how ready she was to experience Jane Rizzoli in a way she could only imagine.
Expectations surged in a high tide as they waited for the brief touch of skin on skin that had been avoided for too long. Inch after perilous inch continued to disintegrate into the abyss of irrelevance. Burning tendrils of released carbon dioxide and water from their overworked lungs practically sizzled through the air in anticipation of the main event; Maura's mind settled for the first time since the shooting at the precinct. Please…please, don't make me wait any longer, Jane. Please touch me already. Soothe my aching heart.
Time resumed and precious contact was finally made. A small moan shattered the precarious silence and before Maura could even process from where the sound originated, she found herself responding similarly as the tips of her fingers grazed Jane's finely chiseled facial features. Finally, finally everything feels right. The unexpected surge of raw relentless energy flooded Maura's system, leaving her breathless in unadulterated excitement. Fear of the unknown washed away as her hands mapped the wild contours of the brunette's classically beautiful chiseled features slowly but assuredly.
Sensations that were unknown to the blonde woman rampaged with each caress; dark chocolate locks of loose curls teased the blonde's pale fingers with shocks that nearly stopped her heart. Their combined heat threatened everything Maura knew about her identity as another growl cut through the sexually charged silence flooding the small apartment. I wonder what her neck feels like…could it possibly be as smooth as my mind is telling me it is or, God forbid, could it be even smoother to my touch? A single frustrated plea clawed itself from Jane's clenched teeth, turning quickly into a muttered curse of pleasure as journeying hands explored skin that had been left untouched for far too long. Forbidden thoughts raced through Maura's shattered brain with each conquered piece of skin that her hands claimed possessively.
"Jane…" She muttered stupidly against the tan expanse of neck, hands now travelling irresistibly toward one of the few barriers left between them. "You're so beautiful."
Suddenly, the magic spell that had been set over the two of them was dispelled just as quickly as it was cast when Jo Friday's anxious barks filled the cramped apartment. Maura's eyes snapped open, her mouth removed from Jane's neck before her body separated awkwardly from the still brunette's personal space. Come on, Jo! Can't you see Jane is a little preoccupied at the moment? But the dog was undeterred; her barks continuing onward like a musical piece known only by her and other four-legged creatures.
Looking away from Jane's unusually emotionally blank features, Maura tried to understand her response to this sudden potential change in their friendship. The logical reasoning behind their actions was a simple hormonal response to their increased production of sexual pheromones as a natural response to a healthy attraction toward each other but Maura didn't want logical answers when it came to Jane Rizzoli. Nothing was ever logical with her. Her responses rarely followed the scientific method that Maura knew so well, depended on. Jane was erratic, irresponsible, and everything else she would never be able to be.
The brunette shook her long curly tresses, opening her own eyes with a cough. "Did you feel that?"
"Yes," Maura said breathlessly before turning back to face Jane's face, "I did feel something."
Silence descended upon the room again as the two women remained lost in their respective thoughts. Meanwhile, Bass and Jo had entered a stand-off over who would move first from the living room space and, despite the end of the barking, Bass was winning. Gusts of fierce wind pounded against the window with each passing second.
"Jane?" She asked tentatively, her hands continuing to fidget incessantly.
"Maura." Jane stated simply, eyes searching Maura's with a level of anxiety that she couldn't allow herself to show.
Despite her relatively quick experience with Jane's body, Maura was already aching to reconnect with the brunette's athletic frame, but Maura tried to keep her urges under control, for the time being. "For the first time in my life, I don't have all the answers and, as much as that scares me, I want more of the uncertainty that brings, Jane. I've tried reasoning this feeling away with numerous explanations based on empirical evidence but nothing correctly applies to the data that I've acquired. No matter how hard I look, I have to accept something I've been trying to ignore for far too long. But the last thing I want to do is lose my best friend just to handle a selfish impulse to make myself feel better."
"Please," Jane's voice was a near whisper as her eyes pleaded with Maura, "tell me but simply. I know it's hard for you to use simple words but I need to hear you say it, no matter the consequences. I just need to hear it, Maura."
The burning fire raged in Maura's heart before pumping into her veins. Jane's asking me to say it…but I don't know how to say something like this. I don't have any prior experience with this sort of situation. I can't do it; no matter how marvelous touching Jane felt, I just can't tell her that I need her to love me like I love her. What if she rejects me, what if she laughs at me, what if she is disgusted by my advances? But it was now or never, the homicide detective was opening herself up to Maura in a way that had never happened before. It was unbelievably scary to the scared blonde woman putting herself at this much risk.
Inhaling deeply, Maura ignored her conflicted mind and, for once in her life, allowed her body to take over. Jane's shocked face appeared again briefly as Maura leaned in for the second time that night and rested her head in the crook of the brunette's neck.
The tickling sensation of Jane's hair played against her nose as each slight movement of the taller woman's head caused the locks to release another waft of lavender into her hungry lungs. She couldn't get enough of this marvelously beautiful woman. Nothing mattered but Jane.
With renewed fervor, Jo Friday began his angry barking ritual again as Bass snapped exasperatedly at the dog's leg in protest after Joe continued to block his way to the organic watercress that Maura had laid out earlier. In irritation, Jane all but screamed in protest. "Leave the fucking turtle alone, Jo! Go to my room, now!"
With a huff of protest, the dog left Bass and the two women alone in precious silence but Maura could care less as her mind focused on gaining enough courage to speak her desires. The caress of Jane's skin against her own gave her confidence as the blonde lifted herself toward Jane's perfectly tanned ear slowly, ever so slowly.
"I think," Maura's voice wavered slightly as she felt Jane's fingers lightly running up and down her side, "I'm falling in love with you and all I want is…you to feel the same way."
Against her cheek, Maura felt Jane's body tense slightly in response to the declaration that took months to admit, yet only seconds to say. Calming waves of relaxation settled upon Maura, the anxiety that had been building since the shooting losing all importance. Nothing had ever felt as spectacular in her life as this moment, besides receiving her doctorate with summa cum laude honors from Boston University. Jane's skin tingled irresistibly against Maura's, whispering promises for the future that Maura couldn't even begin to imagine. Fantasies tumbled through her consciousness as Jane's fingertips continued to waltz upon her skin…
The smell of romance was in the air of Maura's apartment, the blistering breeze from the darkening Boston streets playing delightfully with the strawberry-and-cream hued curtains. Lame attempts at small-talk had proceeded for several painstaking hours of waiting for the other to make a move; the heat enveloped them to the point where Maura felt smothered by it. Jane's red roses lay discarded on the freckled marble of the kitchen island; the petals cried ignored tears as they separated from their stemmed brethren in the breeze that travelled through the blonde's pristine home.
Maura's hands twitched unbearably. Each seductive gaze that Jane delivered toward her immobilized her paralyzed tongue even further. Logic was forgotten, giving way to arousal that had been building since their first case together. Muscles, whose names she had once knew like her own body, tensed and relaxed continuously in a cycle of distressing pain that would eventually, Maura hoped, lead to an overwhelming bliss in the near future.
The homicide detective appeared cool and nonchalant, as always, but it was obvious that she was also suffering. In an effort to reduce the tension, Maura cleared her throat with a level of confidence she didn't actually feel.
"Do you want a drink? I just shipped a nice vintage chardonnay that I had imported from one of my mother's wine cellars in France. I think the flavor could benefit from a couple more years of aging but my mother claims the flavor is à la perfection, a fine representative of the crop from that year," Maura said in a rush before realizing the look of confusion on Jane's sculpted features, "I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I hardly ever ramble, I'm usually so precise. I'm always delirious when I'm around you, Jane."
"But you love it don't you," Jane stated simply as her voice deepened even further, sex dripping with each syllable.
"Yes, I do like it," Maura whispered with a shiver of excitement, "quite a lot."
Expectant silence descended as Jane continued to watch Maura watch her. Words were unnecessary as their bodies continued the conversation on a deeper, instinctual level. The raw sexual energy scorched through their veins with each sizzling heartbeat.
Jane's eyes closed briefly, a similar shudder coursing through her slim athletic frame. "Maura, as much as I love seeing how much I affect you, could you just come over here and kiss me already? I think we've waited long enough."
Smiling earnestly, Maura's rapid heart-rate shuddered to a stop as her body moved to connect with her heart's desire. All of her remaining efforts to analyze the ramifications of their future actions were turned off as instinctual response overwhelmed Maura's mind, every detail not involving the statuesque brunette in front of her ceasing to exist in what felt like precious milliseconds.
They had waited too long for this moment. After waiting so long, coming together was their only priority. Time was now measured in the amount of movements Jane spent caressing Maura into an even further inferno of excitement, her rapidly increasing heart palpitations as the brunette released her tenuous control over reality, and the shrieks of fulfillment as the two women gave to each other with complete and utter surrender.
Maura tried to go slow in order to catalogue the complex emotional responses for future reference when she was alone with nothing but warm bath-water and her appendages to give her the release she craved. Her mind was a notepad of hormonal reactions; relatively high amounts of serotonin levels resulted in her increased emotional mood, dopamine increased her heart-rate as her body prepared for the increase in oxytocin levels upon reaching orgasm. However, logical records were soon forgotten as the tide of unused hormones ravaged Maura's mind which a much stronger force than she had been expecting. The rapid cadence of sexual energy that was finally released from the two women refused to be repressed. Her five-hundred dollar Ferragamo sling-backs, imported and were created bespoke for her as a recent birthday present from her mother, were carelessly thrown amongst the conjoined piles of Jane's worn-in apparel and Maura's expensive Parisian runway attire.
Maura was a state of absolute disbelief as her body reacted uncontrollably to Jane's bottomless well of passion; she just couldn't get enough of everything the brunette was giving. Blonde curls waved down the pale, slightly freckled expanse of the slim doctor's back, shivering slightly as her head nodded in time to Jane's possessive love bites made against Maura's taut sweat-dampened skin and contracting muscles. Surprisingly, the blonde felt the beginnings of the icy fire bubbling in her tensing frame as teasing nips changed into loving caresses that foretold of the burgeoning intimacy growing between the two women.
"God, don't stop, Jane. Please, don't stop," Maura groaned through clenched teeth as Jane showed no signs of stopping her assault.
Small thrusts against the homicide detective's firm body made Maura sing in excitement, answering moans and groans of satisfaction leaping from her throat. Her hand came up to repel her loudness, but there was hardly any use, she was quickly losing herself in Jane's talented fingers and curious tongue.
Never had she been this quick to respond during sex before, Maura thought to herself as the continuing heat that had been building farther than she had ever climbed before, ratcheted down into a final descent of unbelievable sensation. No matter how much she wanted to, Maura knew that she couldn't stop the need to finally release the tension from her body, even though she knew that everything was moving too fast, too soon. Turning toward her familiar walls of knowledge and logic, the blonde found them to be already fallen victim to the wildfire of energy that had been generated between them. Focused brown eyes kept Maura's eyes locked as her body looked for an outlet to the tension still sitting between her thighs. She was falling but still not fast enough. Maura needed more contact before she could finally rupture into a quivering mass of orgasmic bliss.
"Good girl," Jane mumbled against Maura's bruised skin, "you're almost there…God, so beautiful, Maura, so damn beautiful."
Another cacophony of moans ran from the blonde's throat as the calming words relaxed her while also continuing to stoke the fire rampaging through her nearly spent frame. Pleasure and pain combined, ravaging her petite frame for control.
Tears streamed down Maura's face as her subconscious thrusts became even more violent and commanding against Jane's straining thigh. Heated arousal from Maura's passionate efforts coated the pale expanse of Jane's taut thigh with little abandon. But it still wasn't enough, not nearly enough.
The blonde doctor's high-pitched needy squeals reached Jane's ears. "Tell me what you want, babe. I'm many things, but a mind reader isn't one of them."
A growl burbled from her lips before Maura found the strength to adequately respond with enough syllables to form a coherent sentence. "I need…you to touch me…"
"I'm already touching you." Jane said amusedly before she resumed suckling Maura's peach hued nipple, adding a small bite for good measure. "Tell me where, Maura. Don't be lazy or you'll never get the reward."
With an annoyed glare and a small pout of childish indignation that rarely marred the blonde's face, Maura clutched the fabric of her couch. "Put your fingers inside," Maura struggled with the last word, manicured nails creating jagged lines down the brunette's tanned back, "me…please?"
Jane's answering smile left as quickly as it arrived before Maura found their positions flipped. Maura cooed in excitement as the teasing suddenly stopped.
"Finally, I've been waiting on you to stop being so stubborn and tell me what you want," Jane's body descended upon Maura, their hardened nipples meeting briefly before finally completing the union of a seemingly unlikely couple. Warm appendages pleaded one last time for access to Maura's sex and, after a small whine of submission from the exhausted blonde, knowledgeable fingers entered Maura's ample wetness with little abandon. Screams of released frustration echoed through the living room as Jane's fingers drove deeper and harder than anyone else before.
Endless growls transformed into screams as Jane's cadence increased with each passing second. Knowing there was no way for her to keep the pace she was determined to set for very long, Maura tried to rouse her brain in order to catch the rhythm of Jane's movements to set up a counter rhythm but, after receiving a death-glare from Jane, Maura quickly stopped.
Minutes of endless passion rained upon the doctor. When she finally did experience orgasm, Maura felt nothing but the shocking feeling of completion. With men, she had never felt enough trust to give herself to the other in the way that she just did with Jane. But, as Maura released Jane from her tight grip, the revelation of the unknown hit her. It hardly helped matters watching Jane stare up at her with that boyish sense of pride.
"How's that for a first time? I think I'd make a pretty damn good lesbian, if I was into women."
Maura couldn't even find the strength to agree, but there was no need to verbally respond. It was plainly obvious. Jane Rizzoli, self-proclaimed tomboy and blue-collar Italian Boston native, had shattered Dr. Maura Isles with little effort. Maura was hardly surprised. Everyone knew that Jane would probably make a "pretty damn good lesbian"; the only one who didn't know it was Jane.