Come In From the Cold

Chapter 4

Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles do not belong to me.


The morning after the first time they had sex, Jane woke up thinking it had been a dream until she rolled over and found a still naked Maura next to her in bed. As amazing as the night had been, Jane assumed it would be a one time thing. More than once couldn't possibly be a good idea. It eventually would get complicated. Messy. There was a high probability that things wouldn't end well if they kept doing this.

But then whenever Jane was around Maura, she couldn't help but think about it. How they fit against each other. How Maura seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her. And then Jane couldn't help but want to be close to Maura, to touch her, even it was just a hand on Maura's thigh.

The night when Jane drove Maura home and Maura invited her inside, Jane couldn't honestly say she didn't want to. She gave the lame excuse about her mother because she didn't really want to have the conversation with Maura about what exactly they were doing. In Jane's experience, having sex once could happen for any number of reasons and people could forget about it and move on without it becoming a big deal. More than once was a pattern and patterns meant something. And talking about it was just as bad as doing it. Both made everything more complicated.

Jane knew her instincts were right when Maura started acting weird after that. She'd never seen Maura at a loss for words before Sunday dinner. It was disconcerting. And then Jane's brilliant solution was for them to have sex again. Which was fucking incredible, and initially seemed to snap Maura out of her daze, but it didn't make things any more normal between them. The rest of the week, Maura had returned to the one-word answers and blank staring of Sunday night and Jane wasn't sure how to fix it.

What Jane truly found weird was that she thought Maura was the fucking expert at one night stands and no strings attached sex. She certainly talked about the benefits of sex enough to make it seem that way. But then Maura had essentially asked, when they were already naked of course, what was going on between them. Jane had deflected because what the fuck was she supposed to say right then?

You're wonderful, let's do this forever?

You already fit perfectly into every other part of my life, so why not this too?

Fucking complications.

Which left Jane now sitting in her apartment drinking a beer and not really paying attention to what was on the television as she tried to figure out what to do next. The smart thing, the prudent thing, would be to get things back to normal. Stop having sex and forget all about it. No more lingering touches and no more giving into desire. They had to start being able to spend time with each other again without sex even being a possibility.

The problem was thinking about Maura led to a persistent ache between her legs. Jane set her bottle of beer down and unbuttoned her jeans, just as she had in the car with Maura straddling her lap. As hot as it was to have had Maura's head between her legs, there was something about the way Maura had climbed onto her lap in the car that was so unbelievably erotic and Jane couldn't get it out of her mind since.

She closed her eyes and slipped her hand inside her underwear, imagining Maura's hand there instead. She was actually a little surprised at how wet she already was. Usually it took a little more time and a bit more imagination to get to this aroused. Fuck, Jane thought, there's no way we'll ever get back normal.

Jane circled her clit, just like Maura had in the car. But she was thinking about Maura in her lap, kissing her, and saying she wanted Jane inside her. Maura, her best friend, saying the sexiest damn thing she had ever heard. And thinking about the way it had felt to be inside Maura and how she had looked in that moment. Open and unguarded, a little vulnerable, beautiful.

Jane slid lower on her seat, bending her free hand behind her head as her fingers picked up their pace. Her hips rose off the couch on their own accord, thrusting in rhythm to her finger flicking against her clit, as she bit her lip in an attempt to stifle her moans.

Jane's thoughts remained firmly on Maura straddling her lap, with the memory of the feel of her fingers digging into Maura's bare thigh at the forefront of her mind and moaning Maura's name as she made herself come.


Maura tossed and turned in bed. She hadn't slept well all week. What had started as simply an alcohol and adrenaline fueled way to work off some sexual tension had become an all-consuming distraction. When she was working on a case, she was fine. But when she wasn't busy she couldn't stop thinking about Jane.

Maura had plenty of experience with casual sex. Not as much as people might think given her very open and positive views about sex in general, but plenty of experience to know that what was happening between her Jane wasn't casual sex. At least not for her. It turned out that it couldn't possibly be casual sex when it was with someone you actually cared about.

When Maura wasn't thinking about all of the new things she wanted to do to Jane's body, she was wondering what the sex really was for Jane. Maura had no clue. Not even enough to make a hypothesis. Her one attempt at asking hadn't given her any information and she didn't know if Jane had deflected the question because it did or didn't mean more to her than just sex.

Tonight Maura had come home work, eaten a small dinner, and retreated to her bedroom to take a shower and then meditate, hoping that would help her sleep through the night. She lit a few candles and propped up pillows around her as she sat cross legged on her bed. She cleared her mind and just focused on breathing until she felt mentally refreshed and then went to bed.

But now just a few hours later she was awake once again, tossing and turning and unable to fall back asleep. After a whole week of disrupted sleep, Maura finally gave in. She pulled off her panties and opened the drawer of her bedside table to take out her vibrator. As with everything else in her life, Maura gone high end. She had done her research and selected a steel and platinum model. It was a little on the thin side, but had a powerful motor.

She turned it on, knowing that she was already plenty wet. Every night she had woken up the same way, aching and wet, and every night she had stubbornly fought against it, refusing to give in until she finally managed to fall back asleep. Finally letting herself give in to this desire, Maura wasted no time pushing the vibrator inside herself. Despite attempts to keep her mind clear, her thoughts went right to Jane and Jane's fingers inside her.

How silly had she been their first night together to not ask, or beg and plead if necessary, for what she knew she wanted? Perhaps that would have kept them from sleeping together a second and third time. Or perhaps not. Perhaps this was something they had been building towards for years and she should stop worrying about it. For once in her life, maybe she could not over-think something and just see where things went.

Maura moaned as she pushed farther inside. Her other hand was squeezing her breast. She pinched and pulled her nipple, mimicking what Jane had done with her mouth. It was moments like that, the added intimacy involved, that made Maura think it must be more than just sex for Jane. She shook that thought from her mind and moved her hand down to her clit. She stroked her clit until she came moaning Jane's name. Satiated for the first time that week, Maura fell easily back asleep.