Thanks for the continuous support—you people are amazing!
(Hope I did okay-okay. Since I don't exercise my dirty mind nearly enough. *pre-emptively winces* and if I did horribly, god, give me advice. :P But people like smut.)
Note: the rate; slow as a snail, for now—as my fuel for the story dies down until the next idea that springs in my mind (and I know I still have to address the reason of why Jane got male genitalia and what they (her and Maura) are going to do to solve it—or if they want to. (;
M-rating in this chapter (This time—it's sex! What you all been waiting for—sorry for teasing you people (and I gave you two sex scenes, since I've teased you for the last two chapters. XD)
Summary: Jane wishes she was a boy—the repercussions of that after spending time in a weird shop and sneakily drinking a strange concoction is more than she could handle. What could happen in a week?
Disclaimer: I don't own R&I—this is purely for entertainment, people… u_u
Around, Up and Over
Chapter 7: I need you so much
The heat pulsed in her erection, as it strained against its confinements and Jane yearned to take things slow and wait—but they already did so much waiting. She saw Maura, obviously naked and lying under the blanket, her expression was coy. The detective gulped, feeling choked and nervous like a teenager all over again—especially like a virgin. And in a way, she was—because she had no idea whatsoever how it was going to feel. Yet she needed to feel Maura wrapped around her, to connect them in the most intimate way.
"Maura, are you sure?" Jane asked, her voice a whisper as she crawled on the bed and started to take off her shorts. Dilated eyes looked at her, then more lower before a gasp escaped past full lips and replied with a "Yes, God yes".
Their lips gently touched against each other's softly—Jane laid her hands on Maura's hip, fingers caressing the curve over the hip bone and heard Maura's breathing hitch. Her heart raced, every fiber of her being followed instinct, a primal urge to possess Maura—and it was a frightening concept. She pressed her lips more urgently, feeling Maura buck her hips.
"Maur—I want to touch you more," and she tugged off the blanket off Maura's body, and kneel over her. "You—are—so—damn—beautiful." She said between kisses, her hands grabbed her ass and she moved between Maura's slim thighs, feeling overwhelmed at the simple pleasure washing over her when Maura moaned as Jane sucked on her pulse.
"Jane—off, take them—off, I want you so badly." Maura arched her back, desperate for more contact between their bodies as she gripped at Jane's shoulders, locking her legs around a slim waist.
Jane struggled as she pulled down the suddenly-too-tight briefs and nearly cried in relief when it was released from its confinements. Her penis was throbbing with the desire that coursed in her veins and overtook her mind in a cloud of love and lust.
Maura's hand slid off her shoulders and gripped her ass to pull her forward—the surprise momentum initiated intimate contact with their sexes and it felt like a star had imploded on itself with the strong surge of titillating pleasure tightening the coil in her lower abdomen. She could feel Maura's sex contracting and it was difficult not to just take her then and there.
"Oh, Jane…." Maura rocked her hips, and Jane did too, pushing her hardness into hot wetness that embraced her immediately and she groaned, her arms trembling with the effort of keeping her weight off of Maura as she felt hot wetness coat her and muscles flutter spasmodically.
Looking into glittering hazel eyes, Jane briefly wondering how long someone could gaze into them without wanting to drown to see how deep they were, she managed a smile and quickly pecked full lips, darting her tongue to taste honey-sweet residue. Her hips were keeping at a steady but it felt so damn hard not to quicken her thrusts and bring them both over the edge. Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling an ache in her arms and Maura gripping at her so tightly that she had to pause a bit…not wanting to come prematurely and she needed to bring Maura over the edge first.
Jane kept chanting Maura's name through clenched teeth, her pelvic were rocking back and forth in a continuous rhythm…the promise of release and the tell-tale sign of the strong contractions wrapping around her so tightly were amazing as the coil in her lower abdomen tightened to an extent where it was ready to relieve itself. "Oh G-God… Maura!"
Her lover palmed her backside, telling her to go faster and, to stay there forever if only to prolong the profound ecstasy in their souls.
"Oh Jane…!"
There was a pressure somewhere in her that wanted to be released. Maura tightened her hold around Jane's hips, feeling it hit deep inside her with a heavy weight and it was near encompassing with teasing as she neared her climax.
Her clit pulsed, aching for a touch and she slipped her hand between their bodies, feeling the sweat that stuck to their skin. And she rubbed slowly, gently making circular motions for a minute before her sex contracted so strongly that her breath was stolen away, once, twice than she opened her mouth in a silent scream, feeling herself release. Then Jane followed, her arms collapsing at the force her orgasm, and weakly rolled to the side, trembling with aftershocks.
"Wow—that felt—" Jane spoke first but she wasn't sure how to describe it.
"—Out of this world?" Maura offered, chortling when Jane sighed, then smiled contently and nodded.
"Yeah, kind of like that but also something that—can't be described by simple words." Jane spooned Maura, laying her hand on the tantalizing curve of her hip and traced mindless designs. I can love her forever, Jane thought, closing her eyes to the fatigue that overwhelmed her. The silence was comforting and lulled them to a deep sleep.
-O—o—o—O-
Maura smiled, nuzzling her nose along the column of neck exposed to her, not wanting to wake up but had to. Jane's face when she was climaxing was like she imagined: rapturous and satisfied. She twined her legs with Jane's, and briefly felt a flash of desire when Jane's erection brushed the inside of her thigh and got an interesting idea on how to wake Jane up. Her sex throbbed in anticipation; her pulse raced as she untangled herself from Jane carefully then straddled Jane. A gush of hot wetness slid down her thigh, Maura shivered at the thought—and the small thrill that ran up her spine.
She teased herself, rubbing the head against her clit then slowly pushing it inch by inch. Her thighs trembled at the exertion of rocking at a leisurely pace, waiting for Jane to wake up. Maura gripped the sheets in her fists; a guttural moan finally released itself into the air. Oh Jane, oh god! She thought as she anted up the speed when she could feel the contractions becoming stronger and stronger, then pulsed once, twice and bit her lip; the jolt of pain intensified her pleasure.
For moments, she waited for the aftershocks to pass, feeling weak in the knees and every fiber of being wanted to experience that thrill again but she tampered down that urge, her heart racing when she saw dark eyes looking at her in hunger.
"M-Maura—oh god," Jane husked, groggy with sleep as she became more aware of her surroundings, Maura bit her lip, rolling her pelvis forward and felt the head hit a spot that made her see stars for a moment. And she did it again and again, feeling the rush of endorphins and the brutal call of her climax as her sex fluttered spasmodically.
Jane groaned, hands gripping onto her hips as she jerked her hips wildly—Maura briefly wish Jane had let go earlier, but it was better late than never. It was unexpected when her hard nipples were pinched, a gasp fell out of her mouth and she was kissed roughly in the throes of their passion as her orgasm claimed her. Jane swallowed her cry of pleasure, and shuddered her release, groaning then splayed her hands on Maura's back, caressing as they lived in the small aftershocks. Maura weakly pulled the sheets over them as the small contractions subsided and lay on Jane's side.
"That was better than the first time," Maura confessed, meeting Jane's warm gaze with her own and smiled, resting her chest on Jane's shoulder and felt Jane's agreement before she heard it.
"Yeah—" Then Jane's stomach grumbled, interrupting her reply.
Maura laughed, patting the aforementioned stomach. "I just need to get changed, then I'll make us breakfast," then she got up, aware of Jane's gaze following her until she grabbed her clothing and went to the bathroom to change.
It was ten minutes when she found herself in the kitchen, already cooking an omelet with some spices. Jane was in the living room, watching sports, and it felt like a usual day again—except they weren't friends, they were in love with each and knew it too. And Angela was to thank for it—without her push, they probably would've went around it.
Maura had to glance at Jane, feeling as though everything had been righted. Then she recalled a surprising detail: they hadn't used a condom. Her brows furrowed in a thoughtful manner and wondered if Jane could get her pregnant since she had the proper genitalia but she wasn't on her period and felt relief—and a bit of sadness, she wouldn't mind carrying Jane's child, in fact, she was looking forward to the day that she would be.
Soon, they sat in a comfortable silence at the table, eating their omelets before Maura cleared her throat, wondering how Jane would react to what she was about to ask.
"Jane, we didn't use a condom, what if I get pregnant?"
Maura regarded the detective intently as she kept her composure. Jane looked surprised then her gaze softened wistfully and looked straight at her.
"I wouldn't mind if you were having my child, I would do my best to keep you both safe and love you even more." Maura almost swooned but regained her thoughts and mentally shook her head. She felt like a teenager at how romantic that sounded to her ears.
They finished up their omelets before Maura wondered if Jane could get her pregnant. That would be a question to ask later in the future—when they are both ready to handle such a responsibility. Then, there were familiar sounding knocks, indicating that Angela (most likely) was there to visit them again. Maura glanced at Jane, who sighed and then rolled her eyes in exasperation as she went to open the door.
"Ma, what is it now?" Jane, thankfully, wore baggy shorts and a tank top that fitted to her like a second skin as she cocked her hip out.
Angela only looked at her in innocence than smiled widely at Maura.
"Well, when is the wedding?"
Maura stifled the laughter that wanted to burst forth, and then shook her head in amusement. Of course Angela would ask that. Jane cracked a smile and walked over to Maura, sliding her arm around her waist and whispered softly: "Play along," in her ears.
"In two days," at this, Jane's mother looked panicked and horrified, "because we're planning on going to a drive-thru. You know, where there's no nagging mother following your every move." Now she looked about ready to faint before Jane erupted in laughter.
"Jane Clementine Rizzoli," Angela said loudly with shock, "you almost gave me a heart attack!" Angela patted her chest, giving Jane a stern glance.
Jane went back to watch sports, pretending to listen. Maura's heart never felt so happy in this moment, because they felt like a family, already.
—Okay, I'm stopping there. (; Hope you liked it (and that it wasn't too horrible).
