I do not own the characters. Not gonna be mak'n da money from dis..
Rated M for naked spice.
Please Jane: 3
Two Weeks Later-
Rock-A-Bye Desk
Ring-ring, ring-ring. "Boston Homicide, Detective Rizzoli. Hello?"
A deep sigh. "Jane, I need you."
Jane looked around the squad room, confirming her solitude before she said, "that's nice Maur, I needed you this morning for breakfast, but you had to get to work early today… Now, I'm working." She reached over for the chocolate covered long john donut sitting beside her keyboard, picked it up and took a big bite.
Jane remained at her desk even though it was almost six o'clock in the evening.
"I hear you chewing…if only your detective skills were as efficient as your eating." A cough and sputter echoed through the phone. Bits of doughnut flew all over Jane's desk.
"Dammit Maura," Jane shouted through her hand. Swallowing and gasping for a clear breath, she took a sip of coffee to wash down the sputtered bits. She took another bite and chewed slowly this time just in case Maura made another innuendo laced insult.
Maura listened to Jane with a small smile gracing her lips. "You shouldn't speak with your mouth full Jane, we've been over this before." Jane pulled away from the receiver and stuck her doughnut coated tongue out in defiance.
"Gross…put your tongue back in your mouth."
"That's not what you said earlier…" She took another bite of sugary bread and smiled as she chewed.
"I hope you enjoy your donut…and licking your frosting coated fingers." A long sigh echoed through the phone and met Jane's ear. "Come down to the morgue when you finish eating please?" Maura said in a breathy whisper.
"Rri ddddon't knowww," Jane stared at her computer screen and swallowed her gooey bite with a soft gulp. "Lots of work to do ya know?"
"Just come down okay." Maura hung up the phone with a click.
"Swoo Bozzzy," Jane mumbled as she hung up the phone and took another bite of her long john. Another three large bites and the only evidence of the long john was Jane's frosting coated fingertips, which she licked clean with soft hums of pleasure. "Yum. Whelp, better go see what the lady needs." Jane said to the empty room as she stood up, stretching her arms above her head with a groan. She flicked off her computer, locked her desk and left the squad room without a backwards glance. She failed to notice her jacket still resting on the back of her chair with her cell phone and keys still nestled inside the pockets.
After a quick and quiet elevator ride down three floors, Jane arrived outside the morgue. She strode through the double doors, kicking them open with her hip as she rolled up the sleeves of her oxford button down and hummed softly. Raising her eyes from her now bare forearms, she looked around the brightly lighted morgue for Maura. She was nowhere in sight.
"Maura?" Jane walked towards the crypt. "Maura damnit. Where are you?" she shouted as she paced around the suite. "I left my long johns girlfriend, the jelly doughnut for you." she said as a last resort. Silence met her tirade. "Fuck Jane, long john's girlfriend. Dork," she muttered as she gazed towards the darkened hallway beyond the autopsy suite tables. With a last glance and a shake of her head, Jane walked down the hallway and peeked into the changing room, preparing to jump back should the morgue monster jump out at her. She sighed as she found it empty.
"This is not funny Miss Isles," she muttered, walking down the hallway towards Maura's office. The door was shut. Looking down to the floor, she saw light peeking out from under the door. "Ah, ha. Playing hide and seek we are… Not a very clever hiding spot Maur." A quick twist of the doorknob, a gently push and she walked into the small space. Maura sat on her couch, leaning back with a file folder resting on her crossed knees.
"Jane, you didn't knock."
"Well, hello to you to, Mistress Isles." Jane scowled and turned on her heel. "Fine, I'll just go back up to the squad room, paperwork to do ya know. My doughnut doesn't complain about my manners or my…knocking techniques." Two steps out the door she stopped, mumbling "One…two…"
"Wait…I meant to say come in." Maura shouted, her voice squeaking slightly.
Jane smiled, turned back around and went inside the office. She glanced at Maura as she shut the office door with a soft click then walked saucily over to her girlfriend. Maura looked up from the file and smiled at Jane warmly. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
Jane leaned down and kissed Maura's puckered lips softly, pulling back then reaching out to trail her fingers down a warm, soft cheek. "Of course I forgive you. My doughnut will just have to miss me while I attend to your needs mi-Lady." Jane stepped back and gave a gallant bow.
Whack. "Jane quit being silly."
Jane frowned at Maura as she rubbed her smarting head where the folder hit her. She stood up and took another step away. "So violent. I come when called to serve your many wants and you hit me for it… Now, what did you need me for? What did you break and are too ashamed to say?"
Silence met her question. She glared at Maura as she glanced around the office and didn't immediately see anything amiss. She paced around the office, inspecting each file cabinet as she walked by. Reaching the last one and not seeing anything amiss with all three, she turned and said, "why are you sitting on your couch anyways. You have a perfectly good desk right there."
"Yes, I did have a perfectly stable desk…now I have an unbalanced block of wood that creaks."
"Did you get too excited over your shoe order or something and dance on top of it." Jane guffawed.
"Nooooo…not exactly," Maura mumbled.
Jane walked over to the desk and touched the corner, jumping back as the wood did creak as it rocked on its legs. "Damn, what did you do to this thing?" She knelt down and peeked under, inspecting the wooden legs intently.
A clunk of metal hitting tile echoed throughout the small office. Jane jumped. "Fuck…" she crawled backwards and shouted, "don't fucking do that. I whacked my head. Between your smacks and me hitting my head, I'm gonna be fucking brain damaged by next year."
"Language…how many times have I," Jane held up her finger to stop the rest of Maura's degrading and said, "I got it. I meant frick. I just stuttered." She shrugged and smiled sheepishly up at Maura as she stood over her. A red box caught Jane's eyes and she looked down then pointed. "What the fff..frick is that?"
"This is a toolbox, you know that already smarty. I…um, uncovered it for you because I need you to fix my desk."
Scowling brown eyes met wide green. "You do?"
"Well, last week you fixed the shower head."
"It wasn't broken to begin with. I only fixed it after it cracked."
"I told you to stop twisting so hard."
"If you hadn't thrust into me so hard and pushed me forward then I wouldn't have yanked down."
"Anyways, that was then, this is now." Jane sighed as twinkling green eyes gazed deeply into hers, plucking her heart strings as only they could. "Fine…you want me to fix your desk with this box of morgue tools. Red…jeez Maur, such a stereotype… Am I going to," she made a back and forth arm motion, "saw and splice the legs with your forks then glue on new ones using shin bones?"
"Have another doughnut…oink," giggled Maura. "Actually this is a box from Billy the maintenance man. He let me borrow it earlier for you."
"Wait…why didn't you ask him to fix it? He gets paid to do this type of crap." Jane glanced at her hand and scuffed her short nails on her shirt. She smiled and said, "I might break a nail Maur."
"I'm going to break your nail. Now fix it." Maura demanded with a smirk. "Please Jane?"
"I said fine." Jane tugged the toolbox over, flipped open the lid and started sifting through the tools, looking for the phillips head screwdriver to tighten the leg joint. She passed right over the little plastic bag and kept looking for the right size screwdriver. She found it, pulled it out, and scooted over to look back under the desk.
"You're getting your pants dirty." Maura frowned and pointed down at Jane's knees. "Take off your pants. I don't want to pay your dry cleaning bill."
Whack. "Ffrickn shit. Stop doing that."
"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to make you hit your head…again. I just thought you would want to keep your black pants black. The knees are getting dirty."
"I've got plenty of other pairs of black pants. I buy all five pairs at Penney's thank you very much. Every other color besides black I've tried to wear ends up just showing the blood splatters. I don't know how you stay so pretty by the end of the day." Jane looked up at Maura, one side of her mouth quirking into a smile. She winked when Maura met her gaze.
"Thank you…that was a compliment right?"
"Of course babe."
Jane shook her head. "Okay. Don't think that I don't see this as ploy to get me naked in your office, but I'll take them off."
Jane used the desk to stand up. She then leaned against it as she unbuckled her belt, flipped the button loose and unzipped the loose slacks, allowing them to slide down her legs to rest around her ankles. Maura stepped over, knelt and helped Jane step out of her pants, leaving her in her white man's briefs and her black boots.
Instead of standing back up, Maura stayed on her knees and gazed up at Jane. "You look so good like that. You could be a Calvin Klein underwear model," Maura said as her hands trailed up long legs, stroking behind slim knees, causing Jane to giggle softly. The hands kept moving up the insides of both strong thighs.
Maura gasped as the tips of her fingers brushed soft cloth-covered heat. The cloth was soaking wet in the crotch. Strong fingertips dipped inside the hole in the front, wiggling through the cloth flap to stroke short, soft hair. Jane closed her eyes at the feel of those warm fingers tangling in her intimate hair.
Thin hips tilted forward as Jane sighed loudly. "Oh, Maur."
"Jane darling," Maura muttered as she licked her lips. Pushing her hand further inside the flap, she cupped Jane's mound and let her fingers push and wiggle against a hard, soaked nub.
Bony hips squirmed immediately and twitched as Jane moaned, "Maura."
Jane was so very warm and very wet as the smooth heat coated Maura's middle finger. An image of Jane open, spread and wanton flashed through Maura's brain as she teased her lover.
Jane sighed with frustration when the finger stayed at the edge of her heat, close enough to tickle the skin but not close enough for the desired friction to sate her need.
"Widen your stance." Maura commanded, pushing thighs apart with her free hand.
Jane gripped the edge of the desk and did as requested, her bottom lip clutched between her even white front teeth. As those lovely fingers rubbed against her aching need harder, she let her thighs spread further apart and whimpered.
Jane wanted firmer and deeper contact from those tickling, tantalizing fingers, but didn't dare ask for fear Maura would pull away and forbid her the pleasure. She did once before and at the tip of Jane's orgasm. It started as a game the day she mowed Maura's lawn, this demanding give and take between them. Maura claimed she would do anything for Jane and so far she had, but it became apparent to Jane as the strokes between her legs varied from hard to soft that Maura was taking this time. And Jane would let her.
The strokes between her legs never faltered as Maura leaned back and grabbed a bag out of the tool box, opened it one handed and pulled out what she stashed there earlier. Brown eyes widened as they locked onto the dark appendage clutched tight in Maura's hand. Instant heat built between thin, and shaking thighs with each twirl of fingers.
"Maur…Maura, I'm getting close." Jane said and rocked against the touches. The fingers pulled away.
"Noo…come back," Jane whimpered as she thrust her hips forward.
Wet fingers grabbed the waistband of her Hanes and pulled down hard, causing the briefs to slide down her legs and catch on her bent knees. Maura stood up, using Jane's hips to help pull her shaking legs straight.
A slim and strong arm wrapped around Jane's waist and flipped her around. Warm breath tickled Jane's cheek as Maura leaned into her and guided her to bend face down onto the wobbling desk. Hard nipples pressed into her lower back as Maura stroked smooth butt cheeks.
Gushing hot breath tickled Jane's ear as Maura whispered, "you made me wait for you while you ate your doughnut."
"It was a good doughnut. Licked, mmh… chocolate… oh. But?" Jane whimpered. Maura's fingers tickled her skin as they stroked her butt, hips and thighs.
The heat between Jane's legs seared all her thoughts. Her legs spread wider and jutted back into Maura's warmth, desperation just on the edges of Jane's control. The need to release made her body shiver uncontrollably, the only grounding point being Maura's warmth settled against her back, protecting as she enticed harder shivers.
"Passed over for a hunk of fried bread…." A rustle of plastic. "Do not come yet." Maura exclaimed.
"I'll try," whispered Jane in a shaking voice. "Please…touch?"
Maura giggled at Jane's faltering speech then reached down to trail her fingers into dripping wetness, twirling and flicking swollen lips. "Oh, so ready for me."
"Always."
Reaching over slyly, Maura shook the small bag until her silicone appendage rolled out of the black bag she stowed it in earlier. Gripping it tightly, she placed the head against Jane's heated center, stroking up and down, spreading the slick moisture all along the head of the brown faux cock, getting it wet and ready for use. Brown hair flicked into Maura's face as Jane whipped her head up at the touch and let the deep moan roar out of her slightly parted lips.
The heat at Jane's back abruptly pulled away, and she heard a zipper being unzipped in the quiet. "What are you doing?" she asked, puzzled by Maura's departure.
"Taking off my skirt Jane. I don't want to get it dirty either. This handyman stuff is dirty business."
"Uh..huh, sure is." Jane swallowed loudly, resting her chin on her forearm as she waited for Maura to touch her again.
"And its about to get dirtier," Maura muttered.
"What do ya mean?" Jane turned her head and watched as Maura stepped out of her skirt, still wearing her high heels and thigh-highs. Wide brown eyes watched as Maura slipped the dildo into its harness and fastened the buckles tight around her hips. Maura unbuttoned her shirt, wiggling out of it, but left her white lace bra on.
"Oh fuck."
"Language."
"Frick me…" Jane smiled sheepishly.
Maura sauntered over to stand right behind Jane again, leaning down, resting her breasts and aching puckered nipples onto a soft, cotton covered back. "Oh, I plan to," she coyly murmured.
Maura guided Jane's hands to grip the opposite edge of the desk and whispered, "hold on until I say to let go." Jane nodded agreement, rested her ear on her bicep and licked her lips, nibbling the bottom one with a loud slurp. Warm hands slid down her sides to settle on her hips, gripping the jutting bones tightly and pulling back.
"Oh…Jane. Relax for me and hold on okay. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," came the instant reply. Maura tilted her hips forward and eased the tip inside Jane's soaked center, stopping as Jane's lips hungrily closed on the silicone. The desk beneath Jane creaked with the rocking motion.
"Easy," Maura whispered as she let go of Jane's hips and leaned her weight onto or elbow and rested her breasts on Jane's back. "Should have screwed the leg tighter while you had the chance."
Jane felt the grip release and moaned softly. "More." She begged and closed her eyes tight, heat rippling through her hips for just one deep stroke. Creak-clank.
"Shhh. You'll get more when I give it to you. I'm going to screw you tight lover."
"Yes."
In one quick rock of her hips, Maura buried her faux cock deep inside Jane's heat, ignoring the deep moan echoing out of her Jane's mouth and reveling in the pressure against her own swollen erection. Maura had never felt anything so wonderful before and fully intended to enjoy being inside Jane this way.
Leaning all her weight on Jane to pin her down to the wood desk, Maura thrust into Jane in slow circles. She listened to Jane's whimpers, and concluded that her lover was enjoying the slow rhythm. Creak-clank.
In a breathy voice Jane said, "faster." To illustrate her request, Jane thrust back as hard as the restricted position would allow her. The motion caused the desk wobbled harder and creaked louder: creak-clank, creak-clank.
Maura got the idea and sped up her strokes but kept moving in the same rhythmic circles, getting used to the motion and moaning softly as the nub inside the harness bumped her swollen clit. Creak-clank, creak-clank.
Heat built in Jane's loins. She gasped and moaned as she coiled and tightened. Maura kept the rocking, circling motion up exactly as the internet instructions she read two days ago informed her. She leaned up, thrusting all the way in, and whispered into Jane's ear, "I love being inside you."
Jane gasped. "Oh Maura…need…" Creak-clank. Creak-clank. The sound echoed off the walls complimented by rhythmic breathy moans.
"Fuck Jane," Maura screamed as her release grabbed her thrusting hips, holding them still for a beat, then shaking them as a violent shiver gripped her whole body.
"Lll..ang…uage….Oh..oh don't stop." Jane pleaded, her release just a thrust away.
Maura felt the pull from inside Jane and leaned against her, burying the cock all the way in, letting her shivering body ease Jane into the grip of her orgasm. With a moan, Jane shivered against Maura, trusting her lover to keep her still. She sighed and rested her forehead on the wobbling desk as Maura rested her sweaty forehead between strong shoulders, her warm breath caressing Jane's sensitive skin with each fast exhale.
The women remained still as their releases rolled through their hips and thighs. Maura kissed Jane's back and licked the sweat off her skin. "Yum. I love getting you all wet."
"My… know." Jane mumbles as she licked her dry lips. She released her grip on the desk with a sigh. Creak-creak-clank. "You can…slip out now. Oh God…hurts… I'm as wobbly as this desk now…needs fixed for sure. Ya broke it."
Maura smiled against soft skin. "I'm not ready..to slip out of you."
Silence filled the room for a few heartbeats.
Maura gazed at the floor then said softly, "hey Jane, you dropped your screwdriver."
"My fingers had other things to grip. You… drove me tighter than any screw." She hummed the Smurfs theme song under her breath as the image of Handy smurf floated through her mind.
"And now I'm tired Maur. Should've thought of that earlier." Brown eyes hid behind lids as Jane sighed and took a deep breath.
Maura pushed away from Jane before the detective fell asleep, watching the strong chest even out as her lover sucked in deep breaths. With a gentle tug, she pulled away from wet, tight lips with a soft plop.
Creak-clank. The desk wobbled as Maura moved.
Crack. Thud-thud.
"Fuck!" Jane sat on the floor and looked up confused. The desk leaned to one side heavily now. With a laugh, she said, "We broke your desk."
"Oops," Maura smiled down at Jane sheepishly. She reached down to the leather at her hips and unhooked the soaked harness. Jane handed her a tissue to wipe it clean before folding it up and throwing it back into the black bag. She looked around the office, bag in hand, not sure what to do with it next except to hide it. She walked over and opened her file cabinet drawer, tossing the bag in with a loud thud.
"Shhh Maur," Jane whispered from her spot on the floor.
"Nobody's around this time of night."
"You don't know that." Jane gazed at the desk, not sure what to do to fix it. With a shrug and a frown gracing her just kissed lips, she slid her underpants back up her legs, and settled them back into place. Getting to her knees, she leaned forward to grab the abandoned screwdriver, then waved it at Maura to prove a point. "This is not going to fix the damage this time Doctor Isles."
"I suppose not."
Knock, knock. Both women immediately looked at their half naked bodies and went dead silent, not a small feat for a coroner and a detective.
"Doc Isles? Hey Doc…" Barry Frost stood on the other side of Maura's office door, leaning against the frame. He put his ear to the door and listened for any noises from within.
Creak-Creak. "Oh shit." He heard, immediately recognizing his partner, Jane's throaty voice.
"What are you doing in there Jane? Is the Doc with you?" Soft giggles sounded through the door, but nobody answered him. He reached down and knocked again then said loudly, "Hey you left your jacket up in the squad room."
"I'm fix'n the Doc's desk." Creak-Creak-Clank. Jane said in a loud voice, "hold the my leg tighter…push it in harder. I can't screw it from that angle."
"Ugggh, Jaaaane," Maura moaned.
Frost stared at the door with wide eyes. "I'll…" Gulp. "Here's your jacket, I'm setting it in the Doc's chair out here and I'll catch you and the Doc later."
"Push harder Jane," Maura shouted.
"Uh…Bye Jane… Doc." Frost's voice faded as rhythmic steps ran down the hallway, echoing away from Maura's office. Jane gave a fake moan just to be sure.
Twinkling green met deep brown as the woman grabbed for each other at the same time. The two women sat with legs wrapped around each other and resting against the sturdy side of the wobbly desk, laughing hysterically, tears trailing down their cheeks as they cried.
Jane caught her breath finally and whispered, "call me Handy smurf." Wide green eyes met brown in a gaze of affection.
"You're not blue but I do love you in your tool belt," Maura smirked. and said, "Will you call me Smurfette?"
Jane laughed throatily and replied, "Absolutely. Ya know, I always thought Handy and Smurfette would make a sexy couple. I watched that show as a kid."
"Me too. Handy smurf was my favorite."
"Kinky." Jane kissed Maura, then pulled away and gazed lovingly into large green orbs. "Korsak is not going to be papa smurf. No fricking way," she murmured and hugged Maura tightly to her.
"Oh ugh." Maura frowned. "Frost can be Gargamel."
"Yep. Totally."
Jane kissed Maura for several seconds then pulled away to whisper into a flushed ear, "don't forget to take your flashlight home." With a huge smile gracing Jane's lips, she sat there in her underwear and kissed Maura again, silencing any reply from the stuttering Doctor.
A/N: Not as funny as the first part but I laughed when I edited it. Enjoy ;+) I'm begging for reviews so my Muse will come back and play.
