Author's Note: Hello ladies and gentlemen, guess who finally conquered chapter 3? That's right, I did! Yay me. :) This was a rough one for me to write, tackling a perp like a line-backer in the dark kind of rough, so feedback would be very much appreciated for this chapter especially. Oh...and one more thing, we're firmly in the M rating now. Enjoy!
The smile that over took Maura's face was something Jane Rizzoli would always remember. It was full of relief, hope and love but most importantly she was the cause of it. Maura never smiled like that at Frost or Korsak, or the men she tried to date. That smile was special and it was just for her.
Maura turned over, baring her back to the brunette and sweeping her hair off her neck to reveal the zipper of her dress. Jane took the hint and slowly pulled down the tab of the zipper. The wine colored dress that Jane's eyes had lovingly appreciated on the blonde's beautiful body all day long slowly parted. What it revealed made Jane gasp softly.
All she could see was elegantly woven black lace along the blonde's back but she knew without a doubt that she would definitely like what she would see next. Maura slid off the edge of the bed and let the dress slip off her form to land in a pile at her feet. Jane's eyes followed her movements hungrily, ogling the blonde while her tongue swiped repeatedly over her suddenly dry lips.
She wasn't disappointed.
Beautiful ivory skin was lovingly held by some type of sheer black fabric, lace and satin, maybe even cotton. Jane didn't really care what it was made of, she was overcome with two conflicting urges: to memorize the Maura in all her womanly glory and rip the flimsy material right off her friend so she could see what lay beneath. Maura was absolutely gorgeous; it wasn't exactly a new thought for Jane. But in that outfit she could easily picture her friend modeling lingerie on a runaway right along with the fancy clothing she wore every day to work. With that thought, Jane idly wondered if the bra and underwear she was currently wearing were even remotely the same color. She honestly couldn't remember.
"You like?" Maura murmured flirtatiously, climbing onto the bed and straddling her friend. All Jane could do was nod in response. The blonde grinned, "It's from La Perla's Glamour collection. It's elegant, smooth and comfortable, a blend of cotton, satin and nylon with floral leaver lace accents. " She was hovering over the brunette, looking into her eyes, their lips only a breath away from each other when she added, "It's called Instinct."
Jane's fingers threaded through soft locks of spun gold as she pulled Maura into a long and thoroughly mind numbing kiss. They pulled apart, panting softly against each other for a moment before the detective spoke up, "If I had known we were going to end up in bed together I would have worn different underwear."
"Why? Is it dirty?" Maura asked, wrinkling her nose.
"No!" Jane replied quickly, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at Maura and her overly literal mind. "I just would have worn something, you know...sexier."
"Hmm..." Maura replied, helping the brunette out of her blazer. "Would it help you to know that I find you sexy in your yoga outfit?"
"You're kidding." Jane responded. Maura shook her head, pulling up her friend's tank top to reveal a flat and toned stomach. She stroked her thumbs along the newly revealed skin, loving the way the muscles quivered under her touch. Jane sucked in a breath, "I usually wear a sports bra and sweat pants. How could you possibly think that's sexy?"
Maura just smiled at the brunette. She tugged Jane's top up and over her head, tossing it away from the bed with a flourish. "You're sexy right now too." The medical examiner replied, she really couldn't think of anything sexier than Detective Jane Rizzoli laid out on her bed.
The blonde removed Jane's socks and tugged her slacks off her long legs. Finally they were on equal footing again, with Jane's plain white bra and underwear the perfect match for Maura's expensive black lingerie.
Maura smiled down at her lover, tracing the edge of Jane's white cotton bra with her finger tip, "It's very you." She murmured, "Functional undergarments for the tough and sexy, Detective Rizzoli."
Jane brushed her fingers against the flowery lace of her friend's bra, "Doctor Maura Isles: fantastic and fashionable even in her lingerie. " Maura grinned at the brunette, who hastened to add, "Especially in her lingerie."
Maura kissed soft hungry lips, her tongue intimately flirting with Jane's for a moment before she pulled away and nuzzled along the brunette's cheekbone. She breathed in the scent of the soft chocolately waves of Jane's hair as she nipped the other woman's ear lobe. Maura often thought that it was the perfect blend of warm and cool tones, depending on the light, her friend's beautiful mane could be both cool and mysterious and warm and comforting. Just like the woman, herself.
She felt Jane clutch at her back and pull her closer, the blonde smiled against her. She kissed the shell of her ear, gratifying in Jane's soft hiss of pleasure. She traced the delicate cartilage with her tongue, feeling the brunette shiver in her arms and hearing Jane's gruff groan of her name.
She had lost track of the number of times she had imagined the two of them together. Now with the keys to Jane's kingdom, so to speak, she could hardly stand still. Maura was overcome with the urge to devour the elegant meal laid out before her. She wanted to kiss, suck and lick every inch of Jane. She wanted to race through the discovery of her lover at lightning speed and yet savour every single second of it. She was torn.
But Maura put her own needs and desires aside. Jane needed a gentle hand to lead her down this new path: everything else could wait.
She trailed her fingers down each of Jane's shoulders, brushing away the white cotton straps as she went. Maura kissed along the brunette's collar bones following along their gentle curves to the slopes of her breasts. The blonde brought her attention to the front clasp of Jane's bra, looking up into brown eyes that were nearly black in their arousal, she murmured, "Can I take this off?"
Jane only nodded in response, releasing a deep breath as the clasp was opened and her breasts hung free and unrestricted, no longer hidden from the blonde's gaze. Maura sighed in pleasure and anticipation as she removed the bra altogether: Jane made her so incredibly happy; she couldn't wait to return the favor.
Maura rubbed the length of her body against Jane, the first brush of skin on skin contact making them both gasp at the intense pleasure of it. The blonde's fingers moved to the beautiful treasures revealed to her, lovingly stroking intricate patterns where Jane's bra used to cling. Her eyes were drawn to Jane's as the brunette moaned softly, her hips shifting restlessly.
Maura cupped a breast in each palm, squeezing and stroking the soft mounds as Jane's back arched in a silent plea for more. Deft fingers caressed the detective's nipples, already hard and straining for attention. The blonde's tongue soon joined the fray, toying with the closest coral peak, flicking against it one moment and circling it another. She switched sides, giving its twin equal treatment before starting to move south.
But Jane would have none of it, her fingers tangled in the blonde's locks keeping the doctor's talented mouth exactly where she wanted it. Maura smothered her grin against Jane's soft skin before slipping a nipple into her mouth. The blonde instinctively knew what the other woman wanted and she could no longer deny her. Maura sucked hard at one nipple while her fingers pinched the other with equal force, earning a strangled gasp from her lover followed by an incredibly long moan. She nuzzled her way between the two, kissing, licking and nipping along the way.
She pressed her thigh between Jane's questing hips, feeling the brunette's wet heat waiting for her. Jane's head rolled from side to side as her hips thrust eagerly, grounding against the blonde and reveling in the friction. Maura kissed her way back up the brunette's body, stealing her lips in a searing kiss before pulling away.
The distraction was enough for her to slip further down the bed until she was kneeling between Jane's thighs. She pulled the cotton panties off the brunette's beautifully long legs, no longer bothering to ask for permission. If necessary she would ask for forgiveness later.
Maura's eyes lingered over Jane. Writhing, naked and utterly aroused Jane Rizzoli was completely at the blonde's mercy and both of them knew it. "You're killing me..." Jane murmured, finally breaking her self-imposed silence.
Maura's smile lit up the room, "The French call it, 'Le Petite Mort', the little death and believe me Jane, I fully intend to. "
Jane groaned softly as Maura's head disappeared between her legs.
The blonde spread her lover open, reveling in the sight and smell of Jane's arousal. Maura had spent time wondering what the brunette would taste like: tangy or sweet, rich and succulent and now she was about to find out. Loving the brunette in this way was a level of intimacy that Maura worried they would never get to. But as her tongue stroked through Jane's slick folds, she knew there was no turning back.
Jane moaned, greedily thrusting against Maura's hungry and insistent tongue: she couldn't get enough. The blonde's tongue darted inside Jane's velvety folds, kissing and sucking at the aroused flesh as she held the brunette's hips down. Maura moved on to the brunette's clitoris, grazing it with her teeth while flicking the tiny jewel with the tip of her tongue. Jane cried out at the sensation, unable to focus on anything but the ecstasy the blonde was priming in her.
Maura could tell the brunette was close due to the quivering muscles in her toned thighs and her accelerated breathing pattern. She thrust two fingers inside her lover's wet heat, pumping steadily as she felt Jane's muscles gripping and clenching around her. Maura's mouth returned to the detective's clit, unable to deny Jane the release she so craved.
Jane's throaty cry of ecstasy tore through the bedroom as she trembled in Maura's arms and passed out. The blonde curled up against the brunette's side, warding away the chill and lovingly running her fingers through the other woman's chocolaty brown locks.
Maura knew that an orgasm was the peak of the sexual response cycle. That it brought out intense sensations of pleasure while the brain released neurophormones like oxytocin and prolactin. She also knew that after release many people felt sleepy and drained due to the release of endorphins, commonly referred to as the "afterglow", to the point of quickly falling asleep or in some cases passing out all together.
She knew that she should be flattered, not everyone could make their lovers' pass out from pleasure and yet a pout had taken up residence on her face. She looked down at her lover, patiently waiting for the brunette to come back to herself because she wasn't finished with Jane Rizzoli, not by a long shot.