Anonymous Prompt: Jane and Maura play the game "too hot."
Maura snatched the beer out of Jane's hand which earned a confused look from the detective. "What the hell is that about, Maur?" The blonde gave a sly grin and placed the beer down on a coaster and turned off the television.
"I'm bored."
"Well, turn the game back on and you won't be."
The blonde gave a disapproving look and sighed, "Fine." She dramatically threw herself down on the couch and smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles on her skirt. A few seconds of silence and Jane rolled her eyes.
"Okay, what do you want to do?"
The blonde gave a toothy grin and sidled up closer to her fiancé. "I want to play a game—"
"Like poker? Or Scrabble?"
"Not quite," she rested her hand low on the detective's abdomen, dangerously close to the snap of her jeans. She kissed Jane soundly, running her tongue across the brunette's bottom lip. Before Jane could deepen the kiss, Maura pulled away leaving Jane frustrated. "It's called 'Too Hot.'"
"How do you play?" Jane grabbed the medical examiner's waist and moved her so she was on top of her, straddling her hips. She pushed the fabric of her tight skirt higher, exposing the smooth skin underneath. For a moment, Maura got distracted at Jane's fingers scratching up and down her legs she almost forgot what she was doing.
"It's a game where we kiss each other."
The brunette interrupted her, "Well, I like the game already!" She dug her fingernails into the supple flesh of Maura's thighs, causing her to moan."
"The thing is, we can't touch each other."
Jane's face deadpanned, "What do you mean we can't touch?"
Maura removed Jane's hands from her body and let them fall to her sides; "it's part of the game. Whoever touches the other first loses."
"What happens to the loser?"
"The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser," Maura winked.
"Okay, okay. But can you stay like this," she nodded indicating the position they were currently in.
"Mmmm, I guess that would be okay." With that, Jane took Maura's mouth with her own and before they knew it, it was getting increasingly difficult not to touch each other. All Maura wanted to do was tangle her fingers through the detective's dark tresses. She let out a moan of slight annoyance and placed her hands on the back of the couch on either side of Jane's head.
Maura nipped at Jane's lower lip and drew it into her mouth, earning a growl from the brunette. Jane shifted her hips, causing Maura to moan at the unexpected touch. "That—- that's cheating. You can't do that, Jane."
"That wasn't cheating, Maur. My ass hurts from sitting," she continued her assault on the blonde's lips, their tongues fighting for dominance.
"Fine." After a minute more of dueling, Jane gave in and braced her hands hard against Maura's hips. Maura threw her head back and groaned and then she realized that Jane was touching her. "I win!" Jane continued kissing her fiancé, unfazed at the fact she lost the game.
"Don't care," she mumbled taking her lips to Maura's pulse point.
"Oh, no. Jane Rizzoli, you are not getting out of this one," Maura stated climbing off the detective's lap. Jane worried her lip between her teeth and stood up.
"Okay, what do you want to do to me?" Maura took Jane by the hand and led her to the island in the kitchen.
"Strip." Her voice was demanding and it sent a shiver down Jane's spine. "I want to take you right here in the kitchen. Actually, keep your underwear on." The brunette quickly discarded her clothing and Maura followed suit. "Close your eyes." Hesitantly, Jane did so and she heard shuffling and the refrigerator doors open. "Don't open your eyes until I say so. Understand?"
Jane nodded unsurely but suddenly she felt something cold press against her lips; she parted them slightly and realized it was ice. She grinned and Maura moved the ice cube to Jane's neck; the blonde sucked where the ice previously lay, and Jane gasped at the differing sensations. The ice was cold, but Maura's tongue was hot against her flesh. The medical examiner traced the ice cube down Jane's chest and circled each nipple twice. Before she took one in her mouth, she blew on it—increasing the strain on it. She rolled the nipple between her teeth and Jane backed up to support herself on the counter.
"Fuck, Maur. That feels so good." She encouraged the doctor to continue by threading her fingers through her blonde curls.
Maura got on her knees in front of Jane and said two words that left the detective ready to explode: "spread them." The brunette stood half-shoulder width apart and she felt the ice trailing along the edge of her black boyshorts. Her legs felt weak that the doctor's touch, but that didn't faze the blonde. She ran the ice over Jane's thighs and over Jane's sex through the fabric of her underwear. Jane let out a gasp and gripped Maura's shoulder. The blonde removed the offending article of clothing from her fiancé and threw them to the side. As Jane repositioned herself to how she was standing before, Maura kissed each thigh before running her tongue across the length of Jane's slit. A guttural moan escaped the detective's lips which spurred Maura on. She licked and was greeted with a taste that was uniquely Jane. Placing her hands on the back of the standing woman's thighs, she spread her a bit more and gasped at how wet and ready she truly was.
"Oh, Jane," she breathed before she took Jane into her mouth again. She alternated between sucking on Jane's clit and flicking it with her tongue. Each time she'd switch, Jane's hips would buck forward. The detective took purchase of Maura's hair again and pushed her further in between her legs. With another practiced stroke of her tongue, Jane came crashing down—using the counter behind her as support. Maura made her way back up her fiancé's body and kissed her soundly.
"You can open your eyes now." As Jane did, her gaze was met with one of pure and unabashed love.
Jane leaned in and took Maura's lips to her own. "We should play that game more often."