Chapter Seven

"Maura?" The dark-haired detective leant forward to stare incredulously at the women bent down over the body. She grinned, dimples appearing instantly. There had been many times in Jane Rizzoli's life that she had been shocked, but this was rapidly rising to the top of the list. "What are you doing here?" She realised as soon as she asked the question that it was a stupid one. It was obvious what her new lover was doing here, hovering over a dead corpse with latex gloves and a medical bag, but it just felt so unreal.

Maura continued to look up, her own smile growing exponentially. "Jane, I…well, I'm the new M.E., and you're a detective?"

"Yeah, Rizzoli. You're Dr Isles?" The heads of Chang, Frost, and Korsak swung back and forth as the women caught up.

"I can't believe it," she said as she turned to Susie and gave her instruction to remove the body back to the lab before she turned back to Jane. "So, I need to get back, why don't you come down and observe the autopsy?" She gave a quick wink.

"I can do that." Rizzoli grinned. Maura noticed the light blush that appeared on Jane's cheeks and decided that she liked it. She straightened up and pulled off the gloves. She longed to step forward, place her lips upon Jane's, and let the delectable detective take her there on the spot. A filthy back alley only added to the surge of arousal at the brief image of herself pushed up against the brick wall, panties around her ankles as Jane fucked her oblivion. A gentle cough brought her back from the fantasy, and she noticed everyone staring in her direction. Now, it was Jane enjoying the blush that had appeared upon Maura's cheeks. She chuckled and licked her lip.

"So, I'll see you back at the morgue, Jane. Good day gentlemen." Frost and Korsak nodded simultaneously at the M.E.

"Yeah." Jane watched Maura pick up her bag and walk elegantly away. "Close your mouths guys, you not seen a hot woman before?"

"Oh, I have." Frost grinned. "I have even seen a hot woman look at you like she wants to rip your clothes off there and then…" He smirked when Jane raised a brow and silently dared him to continue. "But, I haven't ever seen you looking at a hot woman like you wanna rip…"

"Frost!" she said, her voice firm, a warning tone.

"Aw c'mon Jane, it's obvious you both know each other," Korsak piped up, grinning at her in just the same way that Frost was.

"I plead the 5th," she answered, "Now, what have we got?"

~R&I~

Maura was halfway through the autopsy of Gia Banks, a call girl nobody had missed. They only had her ID from previous arrests. Nobody was looking for her. There were no loved ones frantically calling hospitals and police stations for any news about her. It was these victims that Maura felt a kinship with. She had parents, of course, but it could be weeks, sometimes months before Maura heard from either of them. From early on in life, she had known she was supposed to be independent. Her name and wealth all helped to make that path a little easier, but when push came to shove, she wasn't that much different from Gia.

She heard the gentle swish of the door opening, and then again as it closed behind the person who had entered. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as her senses detected the slight aroma of lavender and coffee. Jane.

"I don't think I ever had this reaction to Pike in those scrubs," the husky voice of Detective Rizzoli said right against Maura's ear.

Without a pause, Maura replied. "And what reaction would that be?"

"I tell ya what, finish up what you're doing and I'll show you." With that, Jane brushed past her into the office. Maura glanced up and noticed the blinds being drawn. She felt her lips drawing upward into a smile. Breathing deeply, she refocused and gave her attention fully to the young woman on the cold steel table.

She worked quickly and fastidiously. Her libido might be on high alert right now, but that did not mean that she would let Gia Banks down. But, with the last stitch done and the body safely stored away in the refrigerated drawer, she tossed her gloves into the correct receptacle and placed the face mask in the sink. The door to her office was closed, but not locked, and she opened it easily. The main light was off, just the lamp on her desk casting a soft glow.

"You might wanna lock the door," Jane's voice said. Maura searched the semi-darkness and found the object of her arousal lying half-naked on the small couch, a couch Maura had already planned on replacing.

"You look…comfortable." Maura smirked and let her eyes wander the length of those long legs just the way her tongue had done. They reached the black boy shorts and skirted over them to the place she wanted spend a lifetime: those abdominals, flexed and tight. Maura found herself biting her lip in anticipation. "I just need to change."

Jane sat up quickly and grabbed her by the hand. "No, leave them on."

"I can't, they could be contaminated with brain matter and all kinds-"

"Okay, thank you. Trying to be aroused here." Jane waved her hand up and down to indicate herself. She sighed. "Okay, fine, go change." She swatted Maura's butt as she giggled and passed her to get to her private bathroom.

"You could join me in here," she suggested over her shoulder as she pushed the door open.

Not once in her entire working life had Maura considered bringing a lover to her place of work and having sex with them. It was just out of the question, but then, she had never worked with a lover before, and that seemed to make all the difference for her. But the biggest change had been in herself. Jane made her want to try things, gave her a courage to be braver. And, if the truth be told, she had never been this turned on by anyone previously.

She grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it upwards just as the door opened and Jane slipped inside. "I wasn't sure you were coming."

"Oh, I will be coming." She winked. "So will you." She slid up behind Maura and rested her chin on her left shoulder. "Need some help?"

Maura let her head rest against Jane, enjoying the feeling of her fingers skimming the bare skin of her torso. She hummed contentedly as those same fingers dipped lower and pushed her scrubs down. They fell and pooled around her feet, trapping her there until she kicked them aside. Jane's hands were wandering everywhere all at once. "Look at me," Jane demanded, her voice a husky whisper. Her left hand moved lower, slipping between wet folds. Maura gasped at the contact, her eyes flickering open to see herself in Jane's arms in the mirror. It was erotic and arousing, the way that Jane was looking at her, her left hand inside her underwear, the right massaging her breast, concentration etched on her face as well as a large amount of cockiness that seemed to be part of her charm. They held each other's gaze while Jane teased and urged her on. "Don't hold back."

And then she was there, primed and ready to explode. She let her gaze drift lower and watched Jane's hand inside her panties.

That was all it took.

AN: Okay, here's the deal. I write these for fun, cos some of you enjoy it... if you don't care, I suggest you move along and not bother messaging, cos here's the thing, I don't care if you don't care ;) I'm not here to please anyone, I'm just telling a story. It's my story, it's not going to change because the characters are not doing the things you want them to... so, chill, just enjoy it or read something else, cos life is too short to be that bothered! ;)