AN: This chapter you guys. Woof.
Make You Feel My Love: Chapter 7
Know there's nothing that I wouldn't do to make you feel my love.
Right now, time has stopped and everything that isn't Maura has ceased to exist. As she watches Maura nervously wringing her hands looking as though she could collapse or explode at any moment; she realizes that it's never, ever going to be 'perfect'.
She realizes: its just going to be Tuesday night. It's going to be them, and that is going to make it perfect.
She stands up, suddenly calmer, braver, than she's ever been. She takes two steps towards Maura before the honey blonde reacts. Hazel green eyes wild, she takes two steps backwards. Jane continues to advance, as Maura retreats. Step for step.
As she searches the detective's face, she recognizes the set of her jaw and a certain gleam in those bright brown eyes. It was a gleam she had seen several times before, but had never imagined its power when directed at her. Yes, she recognized that look.
It was resolve.
She felt the bottom of her stomach drop out. She bumps into an end table. "What are you doing?"
A knowing smile tugs at the corners of Jane's lips in response. She keeps moving forward. Two more steps, and Maura will have backed herself against the kitchen island.
Maura feels the cold counter top press into her lower back. She's stuck, and Jane is steadily advancing like a predator. Maura won't stand for any more teasing tonight, and she refuses to get her hopes up yet again. But that look on Jane's face…she can already feel her body responding to it.
Jane halts her advance, leaving just a whisper's space between them and all hints of that subtle smile gone. Maura's breath catches as the brunette reaches up, brushing an errant curl away from her face. Her right hand followed up to rest where neck and shoulder met, thumb reaching up and stroking along the thin, nearly invisible scar just below her jawline – the twin to her own scar. She tangled her fingers into those honey blonde locks and gently tugged, exposing the side of Maura's neck. Her right hand drifted down to Maura's waist as she lowered her lips to the scar that commemorated the starkest moment of clarity and fear she had ever known. She had wanted to kiss this mark since the moment it was created – she wanted to erase the pain with her loving lips and tongue; pain that was caused because her love for this woman was so strong, so obvious, in the first place. She delicately brushed her lips over the scar before lightly running the tip of her tongue along the length of it, pausing to softly suck at the pounding pulse point. Her grip on Maura's waist tightened, attempting to ground herself as she heard, and felt Maura whimper.
"Jane…" Is all she can say, breathing the name out like it was her only tenuous hold on life itself. Jane knew, in that moment, she would die a thousand deaths just to hear Maura say her name like that one more time.
"Beautiful." Jane says as she nips just below her jaw. In a daze, she brings her head up to meet dark green eyes and flushed cheeks. "God, you're so beautiful." And without a moment's hesitation, she leaned down and captured that plump lower lip between her own. She gently sucked on that lip and fought to restrain herself. Those sweet, slightly sticky and wonderfully pouty lips were so, so much better than she could have imagined. If she had any say in it at all, her lips were never, ever leaving Maura's.
Maura was slow to respond, existing somewhere between shock and bliss and unable to move. In an effort to garner a response, Jane ran her tongue across Maura's bottom lip before pausing to claim her top lip. Tentatively, Maura brought her hands up to rest on Jane's chest. At the brunette's light and encouraging nibble, Maura fisted her hands into the rumpled pale blue oxford and pulled, finally returning the kiss in full.
Maura's mouth opened automatically, bringing their tongues together and eliciting twin moans of approval. At her first taste of that velvety tongue, the pleasant warmth in the pit of her stomach turned into a raging inferno. Jane's hips pressed forward, instinctively bringing them into even more intimate contact. Jane fully wrapped her arm around the smaller woman's back as she continued to kiss her with every ounce of passion she'd ever felt.
The need for air became pressing. The moment their lips parted, Maura had the fleeting thought that her biological need for air was paling in comparison to her need for Jane's lips back on her own. She dimly recalled likening her relationship with Garrett to being on some kind of substance; but right now, in the .0983 seconds her lips have been separated from Jane's, she wants to laugh at the idea. With one single kiss, Jane was in her veins, coursing through her body and just as necessary to Maura's survival as the oxygen she was currently, pathetically, trying to inhale.
She opened her eyes to see Jane, wild-eyed, flushed and panting and promptly decided that she could live without air. She pulled her lanky detective back down, softly kissing her once – twice – three times before a needy moan escaped one of them (she wasn't sure which one) and the kiss deepened, swiftly removing all conscious thought from her mind.
Not for the first time, Maura was glad that Jane had a habit of leaving the top four or five buttons of her shirt open when she wore a tank top underneath. She unfisted Jane's shirt and flattened her hands, allowing them to drift to the exposed skin of her chest. Her right hand slid to rest over Jane's pounding heart; feeling first hand the effect she had on this woman, she was filled with vigor and a throbbing arousal. Her left hand snaked its way up the back of Jane's neck and into those wild curls she loved, pulling her impossibly closer.
When Maura's hands started to wander, any grasp Jane had on control snapped. Jane's hands dropped to curved hips before travelling back to finally palm the deliciously firm ass. With a rough squeeze, she attempted to haul the honey blonde closer, seeking friction where she needed it most. She was unsuccessful – much as she loved admiring Maura's form in that navy blue pencil skirt, it was currently inhibiting her plans for Maura's…form.
At Maura's sharp nip to her bottom lip, Jane's hands went back up to Maura's waist, impatiently untucking the white ruffled blouse from her skirt. Her hands found purchase on the softest skin she had ever felt, somehow softer than the finest silk she'd ever felt Maura wear. Nimble fingertips found the zip to her skirt, quickly unzipping it. She ran her hands up the outside of Maura's thighs, pushing the skirt up just far enough to wedge her own thigh between Maura's and rocking her hips forward.
She swallowed Maura's gasp and rocked again, turning that gasp into an outright moan when she pushed the skirt the rest of the way up, hands cupping rounded, partially lace-clad cheeks, and rocked for a third time. Jane's head was swimming – she hadn't noticed that Maura had unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her shirt and had pushed it off of her shoulders – but she did notice when Maura tugged her shirt the rest of the way down, forcing her hands away from their new favorite place. Before she could reach back again, her tank top had been yanked overhead as well.
Maura broke off the heated kiss and drank in the sight of a nearly topless Jane, all olive skin and unbelievably toned muscle. She was pleasantly surprised to see a little lace trimming around the nude colored bra while her greedy fingers ran over every inch of heated skin. Jane truly was a magnificent specimen. Maura's left hand came to pause over the puckered scar just below her ribcage – in a flash, she felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her as she remembered how close she came to never experiencing this. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she brought them up to meet Jane's, whose dark eyes had lust warring with a deeper emotion she wouldn't dream of labeling just yet. Jane swallowed thickly and reached for Maura's right hand, gently placing it back over her wildly beating heart. She held the smaller hand against her chest firmly and brought her other hand up to cup Maura's jaw before kissing her slowly, deeply – attempting to express everything through action because words were too far beyond her realm of comprehension right now. Her love for this woman knows no bounds, and in this moment, she is too far gone to do anything other than pour her heart out through touch.
Maura whimpers against her, and Jane feels those well-manicured nails sink into her shoulder blades before none-to-gently scraping down to her hips and around to deftly unfasten her belt and pop the button of her pants open. It's her turn to groan, tensing her thigh between Maura's and all-out thrusting into those gorgeously rounded hips – hips that eagerly reached to meet hers. She could feel the heat from Maura's center seeping onto her leg and had no doubt that Maura could feel her as well.
She felt Maura's hands cup her bare breasts – where had her bra gone? She released Maura's lips with a plop and looked down to see her bra hanging on from her elbows between them and a devilish grin on the honey blonde's lips.
"Wha – h – whe – ," and then Maura rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and all she could do was moan her approval and lean back into Maura's kiss. She shook her bra off and slipped her hands back under Maura's blouse, lightly running her hands along her sides as she slowly lifted it up. The moment she caught sight of navy blue lace covered breasts, she abandoned the task of removing Maura's shirt. God bless this woman and her compulsion to match.
Maura was stuck, arms above her head with her blouse obstructing her vision and inhibiting her movement. "Jane!" She exclaimed, chuckling at her detective's short attention span. Her laughter died in her throat when she felt slim fingers trace the outline of her aching nipples through the lace. With some careful wiggling, she was able to maneuver her blouse off.
Jane watched, dumbfounded, as Maura squirmed beneath her touch and one bra strap slid off her shoulder. She ran her middle finger along where the strap should have been, continuing to trace the edge of the top of the bra. Maura watched as Jane explored her, now gently palming her.
Jane released a strangled gasp as she took the full weight of those luscious breasts into her hands for the first time. "Oh my god." Maura took a small step back, allowing for her skirt to pool at her feet. Jane's thumbs brushed back over hardened nipples as she lowered her mouth to the swell of her breast, pressing hot, wet, open mouthed kisses everywhere she could reach. Maura's hands moved into her hair, gripping tightly as Jane flattened her tongue and ran it over the straining, lace covered nipple. At Maura's gasp, she gently captured the tip between her teeth and tugged.
An unrestrained moan escaped her lips and she ground against the strong thigh nestled between her own, desperately seeking respite from the acute ache Jane had built within her. Jane's hands roamed along her hips and toned abdomen, delicately toying with the scrap of navy blue lace she found there.
"Take me to bed," Maura demanded, her voice so low she barely recognized it. Jane hummed and continued to kiss her way between the valley of her breasts, nipping at the swell of her right breast. The stubborn brunette paused in her ministrations, mouth hovering with a hint of a grin just above the neglected tip of her breast, eyes flashing with lust, adoration and laughter as she captured the straining tip between her lips and sucked. The sustained eye contact sent a near painful spike of arousal to Maura's core. "Now, Jane."
Jane's strong hands drifted down the backs of Maura's thighs before swiftly lifting her up; and Maura wrapped her legs around that slim waist in one smooth motion. Jane's arms slipped around her waist and under her bottom as she latched back onto that beautiful mouth. Her hands came to rest on Jane's shoulders – she shuddered as she felt the sinewy muscles flexing beneath her fingertips.
"You – are – so – bossy." Jane mumbled between kisses, unable to suppress a smile as she kissed her doctor thoroughly and carried her towards the bedroom.
Jane dipped her head to kiss along a delicate collarbone. She traced the notch between those collarbones with the tip of her tongue. She couldn't get enough of the taste and feel of this woman. She laid a trail of kisses to where neck and shoulder met and latched on, hard.
"Jesus, Jane!" It came out somewhere between a moan and a whine, and she felt Jane smile broadly into her shoulder before she placed a sloppy kiss there. She tugged the brunette back to her mouth, indulging in a heated kiss.
When they reached the bottom of the staircase, Jane kept her left arm wrapped tight around Maura's lower back, while her right hand grasped wildly for the railing to help steady them. While Jane concentrated on carrying them up the stairs, Maura redoubled her concentration on kissing along Jane's neck. She tenderly kissed her pulse point, laving her tongue across it before gently sucking just beneath her ear. She felt Jane slow to a near stop – they were about halfway up the stairs now – and she traced the shell of her ear with the tip of her tongue before sucking the earlobe between her lips and biting down.
Jane stumbled, four steps from the top and just barely caught them before she made a Maura pancake on the stairs. "Are you trying to kill us?"
The only response she got was a throaty chuckle into her ear, and damn if that wasn't one of the sexiest moments of her life. "Hurry up, Jane." Maura purred into her ear, voice dripping with sex as she repeated the action on Jane's other ear.
Jane swore her bones melted, and Maura giggled. Giggled.
"Would you stop laughing!" Her exasperation peaked as this only made the honey blonde in her arms shake harder with laughter. "I don't see you making any effort to speed this along, Maura." More laughter. God, that was a beautiful laugh.
Once she finally found her feet again, she held tight to Maura with her left arm around her lower back, and brought her right hand up to deliver a swift spank to the laughing woman.
With a surprised yelp, her laughter promptly stopped and her dark green eyes widened with shocked pleasure. That stupid, smug, ridiculously sexy grin was back on Jane's face. "Looks like I finally found a good way to shut you up."
Maura's face fell, a tiny frown creasing her forehead and a hurt pout over taking that perfect mouth.
"Kidding, Maur! I'm kidding." She attempted to erase the sting from her poorly timed use of sarcasm by gently sucking that bottom lip between her own, just as she had briefly fantasized about that morning. She rubbed soothing circles where she had spanked and gave a soft squeeze. "I'm sorry." She murmured between kisses. Maura hummed her acceptance and deepened the kiss as Jane continued up the last few stairs and towards her bedroom.
When Jane finally, finally, reached the bed, she got as far as setting one knee on the edge. She had intended to lay Maura down gently – but the honey blonde had reached behind herself, quickly unclasped her bra and flung it across the room – bringing Jane face to face (so to speak) with the exposed, deliciously swaying breasts she had coveted for longer than she could remember.
"Oh my god." She squeaked out before her other knee caught on the edge of the bed and they toppled over. She would have laughed, but all of a sudden every inch of her upper body was brought into contact with Maura's warm, smooth and impossibly soft skin and her brain short-circuited.
Slowly, she sat up, straddling Maura's hips with her eyes glued to her chest. "Oh my god." She breathed out again, her mouth starting to water as she took in the sight below her – Maura Isles, topless, chest heaving and flushed, hair mussed and fanned out, hazel green eyes gone dark with lust, and kiss swollen lips. "You're perfect." It was out of her mouth before she even knew her mouth was moving.
The warm smile that spread across Maura's face put butterflies in her stomach and a matching smile on her own face. And then Maura's hands reached for hers and slowly, agonizingly brought them up to cover her breasts. Jane felt her jaw drop as her palms filled with the warm, silky weight of the most perfect things she had ever seen or felt. She stared as her hands flexed and stretched over the pliant flesh. She had never seen anything more beautiful – her marred hands slowly working over Maura's flawless skin. Jane's fingertips toyed with hardened nubs, lightly pinching before she brought her mouth down, gently kissing before her lips clung wetly, drawing a gasping moan from the woman writhing beneath her.
Maura's impatient hands were pulling at the slacks that were riding low on Jane's hips. Jane raised herself up on her elbows, allowing Maura to pull them and her underwear the rest of the way down. They moaned as their naked legs intertwined, the intimacy of their positioning already driving them to the brink. Maura's hips ground up against Jane, seeking the release that Jane was all too eager to give her.
In a brief moment of lucidity, Jane recalled how the prospect of this very moment used to frighten her. She feared she wouldn't know how to make love to a woman. She used to panic, thinking she wouldn't be able to please her. With men it had been simple. But this was a woman, and not just any woman – this was Maura.
She was elated to find that when the moment arrived, loving Maura came so naturally to her it was like breathing.
She kissed her way down Maura's yoga toned abdomen, one hand remaining in place to kneed her breast, the other hand skimming up the outside of Maura's thigh and slipping underneath to cup her behind and hold her close. Her lips hit lace and her eyes flicked up to Maura's, seeking permission she didn't need to ask. She smelled Maura's arousal and she couldn't resist opening her mouth wide to softly bite her lace-covered mound.
At Jane's soft bite, Maura's world felt like it was imploding. Her eyes slammed shut as her mouth opened in a silent scream as the first wave of pleasure ripped through her body. Air was elusive. As Maura's eyes opened, she looked down to see Jane grinning devilishly as she took hold of the top part of her panties between her teeth, her hands slipping underneath the sides and started tugging them down. She had never seen or felt anything more erotic than Jane Rizzoli, holding the top part of her panties between her teeth as she ever so slowly dragged them down her legs.
Maura sat up, wrapping one arm around Jane's slim waist and threading a hand through wild raven curls, kissing her sloppily and pulling her back down as quickly as possible. And then she felt two long fingers teasing her arousal before slipping inside, stretching and filling her and making her call for God. Jane's chest swelled with pride as she slowly pumped in and out of her, liquid heat pulsating and surrounding her hand. She set a steady rhythm, throwing her hips into it and picking up the pace with each high pitched "oh" that came from Maura's lips. And then Jane curled her fingertips and Maura saw stars.
Those gorgeous fingers slowly worked Maura down from her high as Jane kissed her thoroughly. She opened her eyes to watch with bated breath as Jane carefully withdrew those slim fingers, which promptly disappeared into Jane's mouth. The brunette moaned in approval, sending a fresh wave of arousal through the smaller woman. Jane leaned down to softly kiss swollen lips, pausing to nip Maura's bottom lip before quickly kissing her way back down to molten heat. She slipped her arms underneath firm thighs, spreading Maura wide before she flattened her tongue and slowly parted the silky, drenched folds. Maura's hips bucked, forcing Jane to press them back down into the mattress. She kissed Maura's lower lips slowly, thoroughly loving her with her mouth. Her tongue circled her opening, teasing as Maura started murmuring nonsense, moaning as she wound her fingers into those curls, wrapping her quivering legs around sinewy shoulders and holding Jane in place as her tongue quickly darted inside. Maura moaned without restraint when she felt those lips latch around her clit; and when Jane sucked, Maura was sent reeling again. She felt a warm gush, indicative of just how thoroughly Jane had loved her – continued to love her – as she lapped up everything she could.
She watched as Jane brought herself up to a kneeling position, panting heavily with a sheen of sweat coating her well toned body, looking every bit the fierce lover she imagined her to be. Her body humming with satisfaction, she waited for Jane to return to her side, tangling their legs together and rolling onto her back, melding them together. Jane pressed a kiss to Maura's sweaty curls, humming in contentment.
After a few blissful moments, Maura felt that lithe body vibrating with need beneath her touch and quickly climbed astride. Jane lazily ran her hands up and down the thighs that were holding her in place. The honey blonde leaned down, kissing her deeply - stoking a fire between her legs that burned with an intensity she was still trying to wrap her mind around. Maura sat up again, gazing at her with adoration and wonderment - almost as if she couldn't believe any of this was really happening.
Jane smiled. "I love you, you know."
Maura beamed, eyes brimming with tears and nodded. She leaned down to kiss the woman who had single-handedly turned her world upside down in the best way possible. "I love you, too." She whispered against her lips as she kissed her again.
Maura stilled the hands on her thighs. She picked up Jane's left hand and delicately cupped between her own. She brought it to her lips, gently kissing each fingertip. A tear slipped free from brown eyes as Maura's lips lingered over the scar in the palm of her hand. Maura repeated her attentions on Jane's right hand before she brought it to rest over her heart. She cupped Jane's jaw, gently drying her tear tracks. The idea that she ever could have called any one else the 'love of her life' seemed so absurd.
She lightly ran her fingertips over Jane's lips; who then pressed a kiss to those fingertips before slowly sucking them inside. Maura's breath hitched when Jane's tongue swiped across the pads of her fingers, which Maura then trailed over one of Jane's straining nipples and down towards her aching core. Maura kissed her deeply before moving to leave a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down her chest and abdomen. Her lips captured each erect nipple, tongue circling the tips before softly scraping her teeth across them. She spent extra time kissing the puckered scar from the self-inflicted gunshot wound – simultaneously praising Jan'es bravery and attempting to fix the wound.
Her right hand slowly ran up the inside of Jane's thigh, gently pushing her open as she kissed her way down to Jane's right hip, delivering a soft bite and causing Jane's hips to buck. She sneaked her left arm under a slim thigh to wrap her hand around Jane's hip, fully opening her. She languidly kissed across that taught abdomen to Jane's other hip, as her right hand finally reached its destination. The pad of her thumb brushed against Jane's hardened clit and gently ran down, eliciting moans from them both and parting soaked, incredibly soft folds. Up and down, she ran her thumb, spreading Jane's arousal and circling her clit. She used two fingers to tease her opening briefly before slipping inside, both gasping with pleasure. Two slow, deep strokes before she curled her fingers and felt a tremor run through Jane's thighs. She repeated those actions, breathing heavily as she flattened her tongue and ran it over her clit with each stroke – once, twice – before her lips clung wetly and sucked; Jane lurched upwards, hands diving into honey blonde locks and holding her there. Maura sped up, keeping the same pattern until the grip on her hair tightened, nails sinking in and she hummed with delight against Jane's clit, furiously running her tongue over it and curling her fingers until she felt Jane's abdomen vibrating beneath the palm of her hand. Jane's soft moans had become increasingly louder, more desperate, and ever so softly, Maura closed her teeth around her clit. The effect was instantaneous – walls clenched rapidly around her fingers as Jane called out her name, hips bucking wildly.
Maura collapsed on top of her love, panting and feeling happier – more fulfilled – than she had ever felt or imagined possible. Once they caught their breath, Jane gently rolled them over – curling herself around Maura's smaller frame and pulling the sheet up over them. She nestled into honey blonde curls and sighed as she pressed a kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Love you." She whispered.
"Love you." She replied, snuggling closer. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, because tomorrow, she would wake up in Jane's arms…finally belonging to her completely.
AN: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I'm blown away by how many of you followed the story – I can't tell you how flattered I am. If you're interested in an 8th chapter…let me know.