I noticed a bit of an angry mob developing..*cough* Scoobydum *cough*...so here's chapter 4. But I'd like to point out that amidst throwing questionable fruit a number of you were holding "We want more angst!" signs. I'll be the first one to admit, writing angst can be difficult. Writing naked angst is down right ridiculous.
The first thing Jane became aware of was the soft press of Maura against her side and the light caress of her fingers through her hair. She could barely believe everything that had happened. When she and Joe escaped the din of her apartment she never expected to end up in Maura's bed. Well that wasn't exactly true, but she never imagined passing out naked after the most intense orgasm she ever had and all because of her best friend. Who knew the best sex of her life would be with a woman: A blonde pathologist who spouted medical jargon, random facts and statistics all day long and was addicted to shoes.
She felt the blonde nuzzling along her temple and sighed softly at the sensation before she opened her eyes. Maura gave her a heartfelt smile before asking, "Did you have an enjoyable sexual experience?"
Jane couldn't help chuckling at Maura's version of, 'Was it good for you?'
The blonde frowned, "I can do better." She murmured softly, hiding her eyes from the brunette.
"God, Maura I don't know if I could handle your A game, it might put me in a coma." Jane muttered in response, her voice rough and husky. A luminous smile took over Maura's face at the compliment.
Maura gave her cheek a quick peck before she pulled away, "I'm going to get you a glass of water. You are no doubt dehydrated from our activities." She explained, leaving the bed and disappearing into the hallway towards the kitchen.
Jane stared at the ceiling as she waited for Maura to return, absently rubbing the scars on her palms. It took all of a few seconds for her doubts to start rearing their ugly heads again. Maura was fantastic in bed of that there was no question – the blonde seemed to know instinctively how to touch her for maximum result. Hell she had never passed out during sex before. She wondered how much of that was Maura herself or whether the doctor's knowledge of anatomy had helped.
She frowned, remembering the thoroughly lacklustre sexual experience she had a few years back with another doctor. Jane couldn't remember his name now but what she did remember was him lying about being a gynaecologist. She ended the relationship immediately after because if years of study and even more years of daily experience down there couldn't help the man, how was she supposed to?
She turned towards the door, waiting to hear Maura coming down the hallway. She slipped off the bed and stuck her head through the doorway, wondering what could be taking the blonde so long. Jane began to pace back and forth; passing by Maura's full length mirror she realized how ridiculous that looked.
She caught sight of her plain white underwear on the ground, tangled up with her pants and socks. She quickly snatched them up and slipped them on: which is exactly how Maura found her, with her underwear back on and her slacks dangling from one hand.
The look on the blonde's face wasn't happy; in fact it was full of hurt. "You're leaving?" She asked her usual honeyed tone dripping with something far less sweet.
"NO." Jane nearly shouted, dropping her pants and standing in front of Maura. "You were gone for so long though and I began to worry and then I began to pace and pacing naked just looks idiotic, hence underwear."
Maura's head tilted to the side appraisingly, "So you're not leaving?" she asked hesitantly.
Jane shook her head, "Of course not...I still want to...you know." She gestured to the bed and quickly grabbed the glass of water out of Maura's hand to give herself a little time to think. She took several long gulps and finished off the water. She put the glass down on the bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed.
She sighed softly, taking a deep breath before looking up at Maura. "I can't even explain to you how fantastic that was for me. That was...magic." She could see the protest waiting on Maura's lips, no doubt ready to explain why magic didn't exist but she forged ahead. "I want it to be good for you too...I just don't want to screw it up."
"Jane..." Maura scolded softly, moving in close and cupping her cheek, "You won't screw it up, I promise. There is more to our relationship then the physical manifestation of our affection, much more. You fulfill me on a number of different levels, emotionally, sociologically and intellectually..." she trailed off for a moment, "Just being in your presence brings a joy to my life that I can't adequately express, you're a very addictive substance, Jane Rizzoli."
Jane felt her fears recede somewhat, and her confidence return, Maura obviously didn't care whether she was a dynamo in the sack or not and the blonde did offer to be a teacher should she need one...
Maura continued, "I'd be happy if you simply kissed me."
"And where would I have to kiss you to make you happy?" Jane responded, with her trademark smirk in place.
A blush stained Maura's cheeks and flared out over her chest. Jane traced its path along the blonde's cheek, caressing lower to the soft slope of Maura's breast. She nuzzled along Maura's collar bone for a moment before catching sight of the mirror again. Jane stood suddenly, tugging Maura over towards the mirror. "I have an idea." She explained, standing in front of the mirror and moving Maura to stand in front of her. The blonde caught her eye in the reflection, "I can see you and your responses and what I'm doing." Her friend chuckled softly in response. "Trust me, Maura."
"I do Jane, implicitly." Maura murmured with a smile.
"Good." Jane replied, her finger running underneath the delicate strap of Maura's bra. "So do you think we can take this off now?"
Maura's hands reached behind her for the clasp, but Jane's hands got there first. She tugged the hooks free of their loops, gently letting the material fall slack against Maura's back. Jane nuzzled down the blonde's neck, smirking slightly at the shiver it produced before sliding the strap off of one shoulder and then the other, letting it fall away from her lover's body.
Jane raised her eyes, taking in Maura's topless reflection in the mirror. The blonde's breasts were exquisite: feminine perfection in full glorious display. They were larger than her own, fuller and perky as all hell, just like Maura herself. It was a herculean effort to pull her eyes away from them and search out a pair of hazel eyes in the mirror.
She realized two things: one that she was licking her lips subconsciously and Maura's eyes were glazed over with a look of rapture overtaking her features.
Jane took half a step forward, pressing herself against the length of Maura's back. They both hissed at the contact, Maura's eyes slipped closed as she arched her back, Jane couldn't resist nipping the blonde's shoulder as she watched the movement with rapt attention.
"You're gorgeous." Jane murmured softly, her hands resting on the other woman's hips before slowly stroking up Maura's toned stomach. Her lips returned to the blonde's neck, kissing and nipping along smooth column of her throat.
The blonde gasped, leaning heavily on Jane as she struggled against her growing arousal. The brunette had barely touched her and yet there was a fire brewing between her legs, a liquid heat just begging to be tamed.
Maura felt Jane's hands leave her body and she mewed in protest, her eyes snapping open to figure out what the problem was. She was confused at the look of wonderment on her friend's face.
"Did I do this?" Jane murmured, her finger stroking the goosebumps that had appeared on the blonde's thigh. "Or did your right leg suddenly get cold?" the brunette teased softly.
Maura showed the detective her right arm, also covered in goosebumps. "I have a very sensitive neck..." she explained.
Jane's eyebrow rose at that, "So you're telling me that if I kiss your neck on the left side, goosebumps will appear on your left leg and arm?"
Maura nodded, flipping her hair away and baring the left side of her neck to her lover. Jane nipped at her pulse point before giving the blonde's neck a long swipe of her tongue.
Maura moaned in response, her knees becoming dangerously weak. She felt Jane's grin, smothered against her skin. "That's a neat little trick." she remarked, her long fingers dancing along her lover's goosebumps.
"It's happened a few times before..." Maura explained. "...more often a cool breeze or something cold against my neck such as snow or rain."
"Am I the first person to do that to you?" Jane questioned, she wanted to be the blonde's first in many things.
"Yes." Maura answered, chuckling softly at the grin that split the detective's face.
"Well let's warm you up, shall we?" Jane added, rubbing along the length of the blonde's body and rubbing her arms vigorously.
The blonde moaned at the warm shift of her lover's body against her own, "Mmmm…frottage."
"Please don't tell me you just moaned cheese." Jane remarked, not stopping her movements for a second.
Maura laughed suddenly, "That's fromage. Frottage is the act of rubbing against someone to achieve sexual satisfaction."
"Ah…" Jane murmured, that did sound kind of hot and the actual act was even better.
"It's also a surrealist art technique." Maura added.
Jane rolled her eyes, her hands returning to the blonde's abs, she made it her new mission in life to make Maura Isles incoherent. Her hands toured up, resting just under the blonde's ribs. Jane stopped rubbing against Maura, her own body protesting the loss of friction briefly before she cupped the doctor's full breasts.
Maura moaned loudly, arching her back and standing on her tip toes in an effort to increase the contact. Jane's answering rough squeeze was exactly what she was looking for, the perfect tantalizing grip.
The brunette shifted, her thumbs stroking Maura's harden peaks as the blonde gasped, "Please Jane..."
Jane kissed along the blonde's neck, while her fingers pinched her lover's nipples. She left Maura's knees buckle momentarily, loving the sight of the unflappable Maura Isles losing control, she slipped a leg between the blonde's thighs.
Maura began to ride the brunette's thigh, desperate to relieve the ache Jane had created. So intently focused, the detective's voice in her ear was startling to the blonde pathologist. "Take off that last slip of lace, Dr. Isles; I want to see all of you."
Maura did as she was told; her hands hanging limply at her side finally had a purpose. Jane watched Maura's jerky movements with a predatory glint to her eye, unable to take her eyes off the prize being revealed to her.
She could tell how aroused her best friend was simply by looking at the glistening blonde curls between her legs. Her eyes roved the body of the blonde temptress panting in her arms, the suddenly realization that she had done this to Maura: brought her to the point of a panting, grinding, whimpering mess was a kind of sacred power Jane Rizzoli had never experienced before.
She cupped the blonde's sex and quickly slipped two long digits inside, no longer able to resist Maura's slick heat. The soft cry of delight that slipped from Maura's throat was a sound that Jane never wanted to forget.
The medical examiner was close, Jane could tell from the strong clench against her fingers, the way she rocked progressively harder against the thrust of her and the wild eyes that were not her own in the mirror.
Jane used heel of her hand to ground against the blonde's clit, as Maura's gasp filled the bedroom. She thrust harder, twisting and scissoring her fingers inside her lover until she heard her name growled out through the clenched teeth of the goddess in her arms.
She guided Maura's limp body back to the bed, kissing any piece of skin she could reach and murmuring softly in her ear.
As she hovered over Maura, Jane realized that she wanted to give her lover every orgasm from now on. She wanted, no needed to be a part of this woman in every way possible. Because for the first time in her life, Jane Rizzoli realized what true love really was. It wasn't flowery poetry or stuffed teddy bears, it wasn't overpriced hallmark cards or tandem bikes it was the knowledge that all her doubts, insecurities and inexperience didn't matter because what she and Maura had shared transcended those types of petty worries. She was in love with Maura Isles and Maura Isles was in love with her back. She wasn't just some passing fancy for the blonde, she was a beginning and all those stupid cliché love songs were right, all you really did need was love.
Jane's epiphany was broken by Maura pulling her down into a lengthy kiss. The brunette pulled away after a few moments, having to give the blonde a little nip when she wouldn't let go. She panted for a few moments, gazing down at the breathtaking beauty of her lover, flush and ripe from her orgasm. "I love you." She murmured, cupping the blonde's cheek. "I feel like my heart's going to burst, because it's too small to contain everything I feel for you, Maura."
Tears came unbidden to the doctor's eyes. She couldn't help it and couldn't seem to make herself stop because no matter how much she loved Jane she had resigned herself to the fact that Jane could never love her in the same way. It was a difficult conclusion to come to, a secret she had only shared with her beloved pet, Bass. But it was also an eventuality that she had determined through meticulously observation of her friend and detailed research. But looking in her lover's eyes now she could see the truth: they were meant for each other in every way possible and there was nothing unrequited about their love.
She pulled Jane back into her arms and kissed her with every emotion she couldn't properly express. Jane's lips matched hers, their tongues performing a dance so intricate that either of them would be hopelessly lost without the other. When the kiss finally ended, Jane collapsed on top of the blonde, her head resting above Maura's rapidly beating heart. Maura held her tight, pulling the blankets over both of them before turning out the light.
As Maura's eyes grew heavy, ready to succumb to the darkness of her bedroom, one thought invaded her mind. It would be inaccurate to say they were simply soul mates. No mate in nature was as perfect for her as Jane Rizzoli was. She was her missing piece as if they had once been one being, with 4 arms, 4 legs, two hearts and one soul. With that thought Maura realized that it was no wonder that their hearts couldn't hold all the love they had for each other, they were never meant to. As for her soul, laying in Jane's arms, it was whole again and so was she.
On another note I think I'm losing the battle with sanity. After reading a story earlier this week I noticed that the author was ransoming her next chapter for feedback. (She's since deleted that part of her author's note) So what did I do? Well I responded of course, but in character, as Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli dealing with a ransom situation. So when you're looking for the next chapter of Keys to the Kingdom, remember to spring me from the padded room first. :)