A/N: So sorry for the long between chapters. It looks like once a week updates are all I can commit to at present between work and my own health. This chapter is a little bit longer to make up for the delay. Enjoy!
Jane awoke slowly, groaning as she stretched her tired body. She had slept well, it was hard not to when she had an armful of sweet, soft, and gorgeous doctor there. The issue was that she had only slept for a few hours, as she was meant to go into the office early to resume the leg work needed on the new case that was proving to be quite difficult.
As Jane became more awake, she realized that something was missing, more accurately someone. Jane would never admit it to anyone but she absolutely loved waking up to Maura in the morning, the normally put together doctor looking adorable and sexy all at once when she was tousled from sleep. No one had the right to look so good first thing in the morning, yet Maura seemed to pull it off.
Almost as if just the thought of the beautiful doctor had summoned her, Maura came back into the bedroom, fully dressed and looking like a model from a magazine, her hair perfectly styled and her makeup on point. The only thing missing were the sky high heels but Maura refused to wear shoes in the house so it made sense that her look was not complete.
It was only after Jane had performed a head to toe perusal of the good doctor that she finally took notice of the mug of steaming coffee that Maura had brought with her, placing it down on the bedside table next to Jane. Maura sat primly on the edge of the bed, reaching out to place one hand on Jane's hips, the blanket the only thing preventing skin to skin contact.
"Good morning, detective. I trust you slept well." Jane was a bit surprised by the formality in Maura's tone but she smiled her best Rizzoli smile as she reached out for the mug and replied cheekily, "why yes, doctor, the accommodations at Chez Isles are top notch. Five stars!"
Maura gave her a playful glare while she slapped her hip, Jane laughing over the top of her mug after she had swallowed her sip. She hummed in satisfaction, loving that Maura never spared any expense on the good stuff, and of course knew how to make it just the way Jane liked it.
"Well, I hope you were not expecting breakfast in bed, because Chef Isles is too busy this morning to provide," Maura teased, looking at Jane with a twinkle in her hazel eyes, one dimple showing while the doctor tried to refrain from smiling in her amusement.
"That brings your review to four stars then." When Maura went to swat her again, Jane caught her wrist with the hand not holding her coffee and said, "careful there doctor, if you keep this up, I might have to arrest you for assaulting a police officer." Jane's voice had unintentionally deepened when she said the last part and she enjoyed watching the hazel in Maura's eyes start to disappear as the effect of her words and tone took hold of the doctor.
Maura held her gaze intently before clearing her throat and replying in a silky voice, "would this arrest involve handcuffs?" Jane, shocked by Maura's blatant sexual overtones, dropped Maura's wrist and started to nervously chuckle as she took another sip of her coffee, trying to find any excuse not to have to respond.
If Jane had been any remaining questions about whether she truly had sexual feelings for Maura, they were just answered as Jane's core had clenched at the image of Maura, naked, handcuffed to the bed, Jane looming over her, their naked bodies about to touch. Jane almost spit out her coffee as she was becoming increasingly aroused at thoughts of what she could do to a naked Maura, enjoying the image of watching Maura writhe beneath her, reacting to her touch.
Jane was pulled out of her live fantasy when Maura squeezed her hip, a little too close to Jane's now throbbing center, pulsating and extremely wet. Jane tried to shuffle away from Maura's touch. It was becoming too much and Jane was in no way ready to take things further despite what her raging libido was telling her. At the hurt look on Maura's face when Jane moved away from her touch, Jane reached out and grabbed Maura's hand, interlacing their fingers.
"Thank you for the coffee, Maur. And the cuddles. I will deny this to anyone else, but, I-I really love snuggling with you," Jane said bashfully, trying to change the subject to something slightly safer than the previous discussion.
The hurt bled out of Maura's eyes, replaced by joy at Jane's words. She brought their entwined fingers up to her lips and kissed the back of Jane's hand softly. Jane almost shuddered as she felt Maura's plump lips sending an electrical current straight to her clit, as if Maura was kissing her straining bundle of nerves that were screaming for attention.
"You are quite welcome Jane, for everything. Now I hate to rush, but I must be off. I got a call on another body found. Since you already have the case from yesterday, they assigned Crowe and his partner to this one." Maura must have anticipated Jane's question about why she hadn't been called and Jane was only slightly appeased at the explanation. She hated Darren Crowe but, as good as Jane was, she couldn't work all the homicides in Boston.
"Ok, go. I'm going to take a shower here before heading home to change and then getting back into chasing my tail with this case," Jane said grumpily. She was surprised when she heard Maura laugh as she got up and walked to her closet.
"As funny as the image of you with a prehensile tail is, you do not need to go home to change. I had several of your suits and shirts dry cleaned with my clothes the last time I took them in. Your clothes are hanging in here, waiting for you." Maura said all of this like it was the most natural thing in the world, well except the tail part. And if Jane was being honest with herself, it was natural. The best friends really had established a sort of domesticity to their lives.
"Thanks Maur, you're the best!" Jane hopped out of bed, careful not to spill her coffee and walked over to her best friend and placed a sloppy kiss to the top of her head. Maura beamed up at her as she fluffed her hair back into place.
"The best for the best, Jane. Now, I must go. Will I see you for lunch?" Maura asked hopefully. Jane didn't have the heart to deny her two days in a row and so she answered, "yes, but I won't know what time until later. Is that ok?" Maura nodded and quickly hugged Jane tightly around her middle and then practically skipped out of the room and down the stairs.
Well that was surprisingly domestic, Jane thought. And yet, it felt right and Jane realized that she wanted more. And judging by the persistent ache in her center and sensitive clit, more included hot, sweaty sex. Jane fanned herself, her body still heated from her earlier thoughts.
Shaking herself slightly, Jane stepped into the closet, selecting her work clothes for the day and laid them out on the bed after she quickly made it in the way Maura liked it, before going into the bathroom to shower. As she turned on the shower, making sure the settings were colder than she would normally like it, Jane noticed all her toiletries in Maura's bathroom, lined up by the sink that Jane had claimed as hers and on the shelf in the shower. As Jane eased herself into the cold stream of water, giving out a little yip when the first drops hit her heated skin, Jane thought to herself that yeah, this was certainly domestic, and yet she wouldn't want it any other way.
~R&I~
Maura was on cloud nine. She had woken up wrapped in the warmth and smell of her beloved detective after having a wonderful dream that had almost brought her to orgasm. Maura had quietly extracted herself from Jane's arms so that she could take care of her rampant desire in the shower, not wanting to let on how much Jane had aroused her, even in her dreams.
After her very enjoyable shower, Maura had thought about getting back into bed with Jane, naked, testing the waters of what she had felt with Jane in the early hours of the morning. Maura was becoming more and more confident that Jane wanted their relationship to go to the next level, the next physical level, but something was clearly holding the detective back.
Maura figured it had to be inexperience with women. Jane had never talked about being attracted to women, let alone being sexual involved with one. Maura had not hidden her not so straight sexuality but she also hadn't admitted to Jane that she was pansexual, falling in love with the person rather than the gender.
She hadn't dated any women since she had met Jane, for obvious reasons, Jane being the only woman she wanted. Maura had made do with various men when it appeared that Jane was completely straight and uninterested in her in that way. It wasn't until the years had gone by and they had become closer that Maura realized that Jane might have more than platonic feelings for her. It had given Maura so much hope but as nothing more developed, that hope was waning which was why Maura was now taking elaborate if not indirect steps to express her feelings to Jane.
Which brought Maura out of her thoughts and back to the present. Maura decided against getting back in bed, instead electing to go about making herself look irresistible for her detective. It wasn't quite the Wodaabe ritual, but Maura was going to look her best and put on all her charms, use her togu, to continue to woo Jane.
She had selected one of her most form fitting dresses, in a shade that Maura knew Jane loved, and just to add to her own appeal, had made sure to put on a lace matching underwear set that matched the dress. Maura knew that Jane probably wouldn't see it, but it made her feel even sexier and she would need that confidence to do what she needed to do next to woo Jane. Next had come her makeup, choosing a more natural look than she would normally, wanting Jane to see the little freckles that Maura had caught her staring at on many occasions.
Sufficiently quaffed, Maura had quietly gone downstairs to make breakfast, initially having every intention of bringing Jane breakfast in bed. But as Maura climbed down the stairs, she began to have second thoughts. Jane had been hesitant last night to even come up to bed. It had to be because of the love spoon. They had yet to talk about it in more depth and it was the only thing that could explain Jane's reluctance early that morning.
As Maura reached the kitchen, her hand stilled as she went to fill the coffee maker with fresh Kenyan grounds, a particular favorite of Jane's. But Jane had come up after all, even flirted with Maura, leading to that all too sensual moment where Jane was on top of Maura, her weight pressing against Maura in such a delicious way. Even now, Maura could feel herself getting worked up again. It had been the thing of fantasies and Maura was still having a hard time believing that it had actually happened.
Closing her eyes and taking a few calming breaths, Maura resumed her coffee making, instinctively making it just how Jane liked. Maura didn't even really drink coffee in the mornings, preferring a nice cup of Earl Grey to get her morning started with steel cut oats, yogurt, and fruit. Maura shook her head at her own behavior, realizing how much Jane influenced every part of her day.
As the coffee brewed, Maura drank her tea and ate her breakfast, enjoying the quiet of the morning to strategize her next move. She had been a bit impulsive the day before, especially giving Jane her gift at work. Perhaps it would be better to perform her courting rituals only within the confines of one of their homes. Maura nodded at this, realizing that some of the rituals she had in mind would be quite embarrassing to do in front of an audience. Of course, she was willing to make a fool of herself for her love but Maura would never want to do that to Jane, especially because of the fact that when her detective was embarrassed she tended to run, the exact opposite effect Maura was hoping for.
Hearing the stirrings of a grumpy bear upstairs, Maura knew Jane was waking up and she hurried around the kitchen to get the perfectly brewed cup of coffee for her love. Breakfast in bed was too much but Maura would not let a chance to see her sexy friend first thing in the morning go by. Apart from waking up in Jane's arms, this was the second best thing about their sleepovers, watching a disheveled Jane slowly transform into the badass detective that criminals feared and Maura drooled over.
She made it in time to watch the long, lean frame of her best friend being stretched along the expansive bed. Maura's eyes followed the movement, making sure to keep hidden, knowing that if Jane saw her she would stop going through her routine. Maura smiled to herself as she saw Jane start to search for her, eyes closed but hand roaming around the bed to Maura's side. Maura had to work really hard to suppress a giggle when Jane pouted when she didn't find her. Jane missed her!
Jane started to lift herself up on the bed, eyes opening and beginning to focus on the room, so Maura took that as her cue to enter the room, pretending that she hadn't just been watching her friend intensely. Maura immediately registered that Jane was taking in her appearance, her brown eyes roaming all over her figure, causing goosebumps to erupt all over Maura's skin. Jane's eyes felt like fingertips grazing over her entire body and Maura felt a wave of arousal course through her.
When Jane's eyes finally made it to the mug of coffee in her hands, Maura chanced a smug smirk, mentally high fiving herself for her choice of outfit for the day. It had exactly the desired effect she wanted. Placing the mug of coffee on the bedside table, Maura sat on the bed next to Jane, making sure to leave enough distance between them. Maura was very aware what her body wanted and if she as so much touched Jane right now, she wasn't sure if she would be able to control herself. Having thought all that, Maura still couldn't resist placing her hand on Jane's blanket covered hip, the area calling out to Maura like an oasis in the desert. Maura was finding it more and more difficult not to touch Jane when she was within range.
"Good morning, detective. I trust you slept well." Maura wasn't sure why those were the words that she chose at that moment. Maybe it was an attempt not to think about how little clothing Jane was wearing under the blanket, especially as she could see Jane's erect nipples poking out of her thin T-shirt.
When Jane responded with her cheeky smile, Maura couldn't help slapping her hip, needing some way to hide the butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach as Jane laughed that deep husky laugh that was only stroking her already growing arousal. Maura was going to need another shower to relieve herself if things continued this way.
What Maura didn't expect was for their playful banter to take such a kinky turn. When Jane grabbed her wrist and threatened to arrest her, all Maura could think about was being taken hard by Jane against her police cruiser, hands behind her back restrained by handcuffs. She hadn't meant to say the handcuffs comment out loud but her traitorous libido had a mind of its own.
Maura couldn't stop the hurt she felt when Jane moved away from her touch, clearly uncomfortable with the direction their conversation had taken. It hurt Maura even more because for a brief moment, she had seen the lust in Jane's eyes. Maura had more evidence that she wasn't alone in her desires and yet Jane was continually putting the brakes on them.
Maura was slightly appeased when she felt Jane's long fingers seeking out her own, and smiled when she felt Jane grasp them and work her fingers in between Maura's in what felt like an intimate embrace. When Jane thanked her in that loving tone, it was like a salve had been spread over Maura's wound and she couldn't stay upset at Jane for denying them the happiness she knew they both wanted. Maura brought the fingers to her lips, needing to share some of that salve with Jane, the kiss a silent agreement to let this go for now, but that they would revisit it again, and soon.
Maura needed to break this up, her desire too close to the surface. Feeling Jane's fingers intertwined with her own was causing Maura to think where else she wanted those fingers and after the little interaction they had just had, Maura knew she needed to stop that thought right in its tracks. Getting up, Maura was going to leave the room but then Jane mentioned going home to change. Silly detective, Maura thought, when are you going to learn that I take care of you, just like you take care of me.
Maura took great pleasure in showing Jane where she had stowed her clothes and preened even more when Jane expressed her thanks so exuberantly. She felt her core twitch when Jane kissed her on the top of the head, the lips she dreamt about so close to where she really wanted them. Maura couldn't resist asking if she would see Jane later and felt her heart leap for joy when Jane confirmed it.
Maura had to get one last bit of contact before she left and silently revelled in the quick hug, stealing a quick sniff of Jane's unique scent, jasmine and sandalwood mixed with sleep. Maura had to get away before she did something she regretted and practically skipped out of the room and down the stairs. Today was going to be a good day and when it was over, Maura was going to enact phase two of her plan to get one Detective Jane Rizzoli to finally be hers, once and for all!
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the morning after. This story is taking more time to write because I am struggling to find appropriately wacky courtship rituals that are realistic for Maura to try. If you all have any ideas, shoot me a message and let me know. It could really help my muse to get this story back on track. Let me know if you are still with me and if I can, I will try to get you a bonus chapter later this week, but no promises!