Haunted Hallways
Summary: Maura and Jane head home from the hospital and have an evening alone.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli and Isles, not for profit. They are owned by Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro, Warner Brothers, and TNT.
Note: Note the rating change. The end of this chapter contains a consensual, sexual relationship between two women, if you don't like or don't want to read, stop after the line break in the story. One more chapter left, I think...
Jane and Maura had awoken to a doctor leaving Constance's room. The two women stretched, twin yawns and groans erupted from their mouths as tight muscles were discovered. Jane excused herself from the room to go in search of some coffee and, more importantly, let Maura have few minutes with her mother alone. When Jane returned with two steaming cups from the cafeteria, she found Maura sitting outside of her mother's room waiting for her. At Jane's confused look, Maura explained that her mother was worried that they were wearing themselves out by just sitting there, when there was nothing they could do. She told Maura that she thought the two should go home to shower, eat, sleep, and not to come back for at least a day.
They drove to Maura's house in relative silence, their hands linked on the center console. When they arrived home, they went to shower separately and change into clean clothes. Jane emerged first, clad in a different pair of sweatpants and an old academy t-shirt, tying her damp hair into a messy bun. She ordered some Chinese food from their favorite delivery place and took a seat on the couch to wait for Maura to come out. Maura walked into the living room about ten minutes later dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and a plain white v-necked tee, her slightly damp hair limply framing her shoulders.
"I ordered some Chinese food, it should be here in about twenty minutes. I know it's still pretty early in the day, so I didn't know if you would want some wine or tea with it when it gets here," Jane stated as Maura took the seat next to her, leaning her head against Jane's strong shoulder.
"Mmmm...a nice glass of red wine seems lovely," Maura sighed. Jane patted, then squeezed Maura's knee as she rose to get Maura her wine and herself a bottle of beer. When she came back into the room she saw that Maura had pulled the afghan off the back of the couch and thrown it over her lap. The TV had been turned on and Maura was watching a NOVA documentary she had recently DVR-ed called "Iceman Murder Mystery." Jane handed Maura her glass and retook her seat, pulling the blanket over her lap as well. Maura nestled into Jane's side as Jane draped her arm around Maura's shoulder. The food arrived about fifteen minutes later, and Jane went to the door to pay. When she sat back down, she handed out the food, then turned to face Maura.
"Maur, do you want to talk about it?" Jane hesitantly asked. Maura started to shake her head, and tears welled up in her eyes. Maura glanced down at her lap and started to speak.
"Jane, I was so...scared, but you were there...and I made it through. You're my rock...I don't know what I would have done without you," Maura carefully said through the tears she had lost the battle of holding back.
"Oh sweetie, I'm here and I'll always be here for you," Jane said as she wiped the tears from Maura's cheeks. She pulled Maura forward for a short, but passionate kiss, and exchanged a small watery smile when they pulled back before tucking back into their food and turning their attention back to the documentary.
When the show ended, the drinks had been drunk and the food finished, Maura stood and extended her hand to Jane, pulling her up and leading her towards the master bedroom.
As the two women entered the bedroom, Maura turned and rose up on her toes to place a soft kiss on Jane's lips.
"Jane, let me love you, go lie on the bed," Maura whispered. Seeing Jane was about to protest, Maura placed a finger to her lips, "Sweetie….please, I need this….I need to feel….I need to feel all of you right now."
Jane slowly nodded, walked over to the bed, pulled back the covers and laid down, reclining against the pillows at the head. Maura moved over to the bed and settled Jane's knees.
Jane raised her hips as Maura pulled her sweats down her long, toned legs. After she settled her hips, Jane pulled off her t-shirt and sports bra before lying back and gazing down towards Maura.
"Maura, can you….can you please take yours off too?" Jane asked, desperate to feel Maura's skin against her own. Maura nodded before sitting back on her heels and stripping off her shirt and bra. Maura then rose up on her knees to push her yoga pants down over the gentle slope of her hips. When the fabric reached her knees, Maura crawled back up Jane's body, using her feet to kick her pants the rest of the way off. Maura settled atop of Jane, caressing her sides with feather soft touches. Maura leaned down to kiss Jane. As the kiss deepened, Jane brought one hand to rest at the base of Maura's neck and the other to stroke Maura's lower back. Maura broke the kiss, panting slightly, "I love you so much Jane."
"I love you too, Maur," moaned Jane as Maura moved down to kiss along the column of her throat. Moving further down Jane's body, Maura made a pit stop to leave a light kiss on the knot of still angry scar tissue on Jane's side. Finally settling between Jane's thighs, Maura snaked her right arm under Jane's leg and up her body to rest between Jane's breasts, over her heart. Jane brought her left hand to rest upon Maura's, her other staying by her side bunched in the sheets.
Maura began to explore Jane's folds, quickly lighting her arousal. As Jane's whimpers began to become louder and her hips began to shift under Maura, she latched her mouth around Jane's clit and eased two fingers into her.
"Oh God, Maur….please, please," Jane whimpered, clutching at Maura's hand over her heart and tilting her hips up. Maura relented, sucking Jane's clit harder and curling her fingers as she stroked to hit the spot she knew would push Jane over the edge. Maura moaned as she felt Jane's thighs begin to shake around her head, the vibrations of Maura's moan finally hurtled Jane over the edge. Jane came with a groan, and Maura raised her head to watch. Jane's head was pushed back into the pillow, her back arched, stomach muscles clenching and relaxing in quick succession. Maura could see in her neck and feel in her chest the quick staccato Jane's heart was beating. Maura continued to slowly stroke in and out of Jane as she eased her down, Jane's internal muscles slowing and softening to a flutter around Maura's fingers. Jane finally collapsed bonelessly back onto the bed, her chest heaving, and Maura slipped her fingers out. Maura put her fingers into her mouth to clean them, moaning at the taste that was uniquely Jane. Maura leaned back down to clean up Jane without overstimulating her already sensitized clit. Maura looked up when she felt an insistent tugging at her hand. Jane was gazing back at her with half-lidded eyes and a small sated smile. Maura crawled back up Jane's body, pulling up the covers with her and settling it across their waists.
"But, Maur, I haven't…." Jane began, but Maura cut her off.
"No Jane, not tonight, tonight was all about you." With that Maura kissed Jane's pulse point and settled her head over Jane's heart, intertwining their legs and drawing mindless patterns on Jane's stomach with her free hand. Jane leaned forward to kiss Maura's head, moving her right arm to rub up and down Maura's back.
"I love you, baby," Jane cooed. Maura hummed in response, nearly asleep. Jane continued to rub Maura's back until Maura's breathing slowed and deepened with sleep before slipping into slumber herself.
