Happily Ever After... Maybe
Chapter 4- Everyone Interrupt Jane and Maura Day
Rating: Well, Rizzles are trying to engage in some M-rated activities, but they keep getting interrupted before anything really M-rated can happen. So, T to M, I guess?
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N: Writing chapter 6 will probably take me some more time 'cause I'm still pretty new at writing smut. So for now, I give you two nice little fluff-y chapters at once, okay? ;-)
As soon as she was inside Maura's house, Jane found herself pinned against the wall. What the...? She tried to wiggle free, but it seemed that Maura Isles was a lot stronger than she looked. Alright, let's see if I can talk my way outta this. "You know, I'm kinda proud of myself right now..."
A light eyebrow arched up in question. "Why's that?"
"Despite you tryin' to distract me all along the drive, I didn't cause any car accidents on the way here."
Wide hazel eyes screamed innocence- Distracting you? Who, me?-, but Maura's smirk proved that she new exactly what Jane was talking about. "Why, Detective, I didn't hear you complaining about that 'distraction'..."
"Yeah, I liked it, but feeling your hand on my knee-" Jane reached down and put her own hand on Maura's knee-, "then slowly inchin' up and to the inside of my leg-" the brunette demonstrated that part as well-, "stopping a fuckin' milimeter away from where I needed your touch most and movin' back to my knee-" Jane grinned triumphantly at her girlfriend's disappointed whimper as she acted upon her words-, "made it pretty difficult for me to concentrate on drivin'."
"Bedroom."
"...?"
"Let's move this to the bedroom... Unless you want to take me right here against the wall, Detective?"
Those words, one look into normally hazel eyes that had become almost black with arousal, and Jane couldn't help but moan quietly and involuntarily squeeze her thighs together in anticipation. "Hell yes."
Maura didn't even have time to frown at the swear word before Jane's lips were on hers and Jane's hands were gripping her ass, spinning them around so that Maura was now the one with her back against the wall. Quickly recovering from the change of position, the M.E. slipped her hands under the hem of her girlfriend's shirt and managed to lift it as far as possible without breaking their kiss. When they parted to gasp for air, Maura took the opportunity to pull the shirt over Jane's head and drop the piece of fabric to the floor. "You're the only woman I know that can make a synthetic fiber sports bra look sexy," she remarked, tracing her index finger along the underside of the garment in question.
"Is that so?" The cocky Rizzoli grin was back.
"Oh yes. But right now, I'd prefer to see that bra on the floor next to your shirt."
Jane obediently lifted her arms. "Be my guest."
Rrrrring!
"NOOO! Not now!"
"Ssshhh!"
"Don't shush me!"
Rrrrring rrrring!
"Oh, alright!" Jane quickly pulled her shirt back on and went to open the door. "Ma, what're you doin' here?"
"I'm making a cake and wanted to ask Maura for some flour 'cause I ran out of it. Why're you so grumpy, did I interrupt something?"
"Yeah, uh, no... that's none of your business! I..."
Jane was saved by Maura returning from the kitchen with a paper bag of flour. "Here you are."
Angela smiled. "Thanks. I'm leaving now so that you two can continue doing whatever you were doing." With that, the older Rizzoli walked away, internally grinning when she heard the door slam shut.
Inside the house
"Jane, that door was quite expensive."
"Sorry." The detective took a deep breath to calm down. "But really, my mother has the worst timin' ever!"
Maura put a hand on Jane's forearm. "I know. Let's go sit down on the couch, okay? My new shoes are getting uncomfortable."
"'kay." Jane put her gun and Detective badge on the small table in the hallway, but kept her phone with her- a decision she'd regret a lot in a few minutes.
As soon as they were sitting on the couch (which was way more comfortable than its twin in Maura's office), the M.E. took off her heels and placed her feet into her girlfriend's lap. "Dr Isles, are you developping a foot fetish?" Jane asked in mock shock.
"No, but I think I have something like a cop fetish-" Maura cringed slightly at her non-scientific choice of words-, "that's to say, it's very difficult for me to sit this close to you without touching you."
Jane pushed Maura's feet off of her lap, crawled over to the other end of the couch, and put her arms around her girlfriend's waist from behind. "There, now we're touching. Happy?"
"No." Maura turned around in Jane's embrace and kissed her detective with a fervor that literally knocked the air out of both their lungs. Some time during their kiss, Jane felt herself being pushed backward, followed by the sensation of her back making contact with the leather of the couch, but her attention quickly switched to the feeling of Maura's fingers struggling to open her belt buckle. Eventually, the M.E. succeeded, pulling the belt through its loops and dropping it to the floor. "Why do you have to wear so many clothes?"
"So that I can see you frown at them when you're tryin' to undress me. You look cute when you frown." Jane reached up and traced the lines on Maura's forehead with her middle finger. "Really, no kidding."
Maura smiled and bent down for another kiss. "I could say the same about you- argh! Stop tickling!"
"I'm. Not. Cute.," Jane insisted, alternating between tickling Maura's armpits, waist, and the area of her thighs right above her knees. "I'm. Fuckin'. Badass. Get it?"
"Language," the M.E. managed to gasp out in between giggles, trying to squirm out of the detective's hold, but it didn't work. "Alright, you are 'badass', but now please stop tickling!"
Jane pouted a little before stilling her hands. "Fine. But you're wearing too many clothes."
"Well, that's something we can change..."
Rrrinnnngg!
"What's this, Everyone Interrupt Jane and Maura Day?" Jane grumbled while searching for her phone and eventually locating it under Maura's couch. "Rizzoli."
A/N: Thoughts?