So I've been saying to people that certain requests will be filled in a certain chapter... I shouldn't say anything like that. Because honestly, I'm just gonna write whatever strikes my fancy at the time. So apologies to those I've made vague promises to... you may have to wait a bit longer for certain scenarios :-P
This chapter is a continuation on from the last chapter. Because with me throwing in that whole 'Maura wants sex in public' thing, I kinda set myself up for it. Not that I mind. :-P This is also a prompt from Tin Wordsman. Features voyeuristic!Maura, totallydoeswhateverMaurawants!Jane and havingsexinpublic!rizzles. Also interrupted!sex because I just felt like throwing it in. Established relationship.
Also, I used and abused Google translate for this chapter. If my translations are incorrect, yell at it, not me. :-P (though if you could correct me, that would be greatly appreciated).
Also, apparently I don't like writing JUST smut scenes. I totally do a whole little story ahead of it. A MINI story, but still. Hopefully you enjoy it. :-P And again, this one is... kinda funny. At least, I hope it is. My apologies if smut is all you are after. :-P
R&IR&IR&I
"Jane? Where are we going?"
"On a picnic."
Maura frowned and glanced at her watch. "It's 8pm."
"Yes." Jane put her hand on her hip and surveyed the room for a second or two before raising a finger in the air, darting over to the drawer and pulling out the corkscrew.
"Traditionally, people go on picnics earlier. Generally speaking, that time is in the day time. When it's light outside."
"Yes. They do. And yes, day time is traditionally also light time. Due to the sun and all." Jane put the corkscrew in her little picnic hamper, looking around the kitchen once more. She headed over to the drawer and started rifling through the contents.
"What?"
"The sun. Bright ball of fire in the sky, maybe you've heard of it." Jane pulled out the bread knife triumphantly, carefully lifting up the corner of the basket just enough so that she could add it without letting Maura see the contents.
"I know what the sun is, Jane," Maura said, exasperatedly but then stopped, glancing at the basket in front of her. With a sidelong look at Jane, who was busy poking through the drawer again, she carefully reached out a hand to lift the lid corner and... "Ow!" She rubbed the spot on her hand that had been swatted lightly with a wooden spoon.
Jane grinned at her. "Don't be a snoop."
Maura rubbed her hand a little bit more, lowering her chin and staring at Jane through her eyelashes.
Jane rolled her eyes. "Stop pouting, I didn't hit it that hard."
"I'm not pouting." Maura stared at the basket longingly.
"Uh huh. And your puppy dog look won't work this time."
Maura grumbled, sighed heavily and slumped forward the tiniest amount. Jane watched her in amusement. 3... 2... 1...
"But why are we going on a picnic at night?"
"Because I'm a cop."
Maura frowned. "That's not a reason."
"And you're the Chief Medical Examiner."
Her frown deepened. "Neither is that."
"Yes, it is. They are. They are very good reasons, and you will see why, soon."
Jane waited.
"Why won't you tell me?"
"No reason."
Silence. Maura was biting her lip and studying the counter intently. The gears whirring in her brain were practically visible, and Jane felt her lips curve up in amusement. "I'm not going to like this, am I?"
Jane pretended to think for a few seconds. "I wouldn't say that, and I don't know why you'd think that."
"Because I know you, maybe?"
Jane laughed and held out her hand. Maura stared at it grumpily for a few seconds before finally grabbing it and allowing Jane to gently tug her into a standing position. "Come on, ye of little faith. I'll show you. And trust me, you will love it."
"Somehow I doubt that," Maura grumped, watching as Jane snagged the basket, before proceeding to follow her out the door.
R&IR&IR&I
"So... wait, we really are going on a picnic?" Maura had her eyebrow raised incredulously as Jane meticulously spread out the blanket, ensuring no corner was folded under or over to mar its appearance.
Jane raised her head and allowed her jaw to drop. "Maura Dorthea Isles, are you insinuating that you don't trust me?" She held out her hand and Maura took it instantly, using it for balance as she sat down cautiously. "And I told you not to wear high heels."
"These are wedge heels."
"They still have heels. And are high. Therefore, high heels."
Maura huffed. "Well anyway, I do trust you... most of the time."
"Just not tonight." Jane grinned and sat down beside her, immediately lacing their fingers together. They were in a somewhat private nook of the park, encased on three sides by high bushes. Unfortunately, there was also a bright light overhead, presumably to discourage acts like the one Jane had planned. She glared up at the light grumpily. She wondered how angry Maura would get were Jane to 'accidentally' shoot it out. Like, mildly-annoyed angry or you-better-get-used-to-those-fingers-of-yours-missy-cause-you-aint-touching-me-again angry.
Probably the latter.
Better not to risk it.
"Well, you have to admit you have been acting suspicious."
"Moi? Never."
"You spoke French!" Maura perked up, a delighted grin lighting up her face. Jane smiled fondly.
"I said 'me' in French. Hardly counts as 'speaking' French."
"I can teach you. Repeat after me: 'Mon nom est Jane et tu suis un detective homicide'."
"'Mon nom est Jane and two swee oon detective homicide.' I know what you said there, 'My name is Jane and I am a homicide detective'." Jane smiled proudly as Maura clapped her hands.
"Yes! What about this one: 'Ma petite amie est magnifique et intelligent'?"
"Um. Wait. My petite Amy is magnificent and intelligent? Who's Amy? Should I be jealous?"
Maura laughed. "No, I wanted you to say 'my girlfriend is magnificent and intelligent'. Actually, I was looking for the word 'amazing' but to my best recollection, the French language has no exact translation for that word. Of course, there is 'incroyable', and that can mean amazing... as well as incredible, unbelievable..."
Jane poked her in the side. "Bit arrogant there, Dr Isles."
Maura giggled, squirming away, but then looked at the basket curiously. "Can I open it now?"
Jane shrugged. "Sure."
Maura grinned wickedly, immediately crawling forward, and gently easing up the lid until...
"It... it's food."
"Yes."
Maura frowned. "But..."
"But what?" Jane lay back comfortably, propping herself up on her elbows. Maura looked between her and the basket several times before finally speaking.
"You wouldn't let me look inside."
"No."
"But... it's just food."
Jane suppressed a grin and tried to look honestly baffled. "What did you think it was, Maura?"
Maura poked her bottom lip out slightly. "I don't know."
Jane leaned her weight on her right arm so she could start running the left one through her hair. Maura watched the hand movements with wide eyes. "What did you want it to be?"
"Um..." Maura seemed to be having trouble gaining control over her thoughts as Jane tipped her head back, exposing her throat. "I... I thought... food."
"You thought food?"
"Yes." Maura nodded emphatically, still staring at Jane's neck. "Food. Picnic food. Since... we're on a picnic. Picnics have food. And we're on a picnic. At night. A night time picnic."
Jane smiled. "You sure about the 'intelligent' thing you said before?"
"Shut up." Maura's gaze now focused somewhere south of Jane's neck, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Jane took a deep breath, watching with amusement as Maura's eyes widened slightly as Jane's breasts moved up and down.
"Right. Well." Jane sat up suddenly, all business, and watched out of the corner of her eye as Maura visibly drooped in disappointment. She grinned inwardly and wondered if this would be easier than she thought. "Maybe we should get this picnic thing happening. Hand me the basket?"
"Okay," Maura said quietly, handing it over and watching as Jane started pulling things out, her bottom lip sticking out in a small pout.
"Oh shoot." Jane stopped, staring at the basket with a frown.
Maura sighed. "What did you forget?"
Jane shook her head. "Nothing. I just realized something though."
"What?"
Jane attempted to look as innocent as possible. "I'm not actually hungry yet."
Maura frowned. "You had lunch at 12 today. You should be starving." She stopped, considering. "Well, not actually starving, because starving signifies that you are close to death. While I'm sure you would be in some discomfort due to your hunger, death would most certainly be at least a couple of weeks away, provided you had access to water. Did you know that...?"
"I ate dinner at 6."
Maura blinked, perturbed by the interruption mid Google rant. "Oh." She opened her mouth, closed it, and frowned. "Why would you eat dinner at 6 and then take me out on a picnic two hours later? You know that food takes 2 to 4 hours to leave the stomach."
Jane grinned. "Are you hungry?"
"Not really, I..." Maura narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "I had something at 6 too... because you texted me, reminding me to eat."
Jane shrugged. "You were at work. I was worried about you. I was being a good girlfriend."
"Hmm." Maura was still glaring suspiciously, and Jane casually lay back again.
"So, we've got all this food... we're on a lovely picnic... and we're not hungry. Maybe we should... oh, I don't know, try to work up an appetite?"
"Jane..." Maura began warningly.
"You don't want to waste this food, do you? Think of the starving children in Africa."
"Wasting it or eating it will not help them."
"Huh." Jane stopped to think about that. "Why couldn't I have thought of saying that when Ma was forcing me to eat Brussels sprouts as a kid?"
Maura rolled her eyes. "Jane. What do you want to do to 'work up an appetite' anyway? Go for a run?"
"Nah. You're in high heels."
"Do..." Maura shrugged helplessly, "star jumps then?"
"What, and look like crazed people? No thank you."
"Jane."
Jane smiled. "Maura," she mimicked, imitating the exasperated tone.
"What do you have planned then?"
Jane stayed silent. 5...4...3...2...1...
"JANE CLEMENTINE RIZZOLI!"
Jane winced. "Will you stop saying my middle name and for God's sake, shhh."
Maura lowered her voice and leaned forward, hissing indignantly. "We are not having sex in a public park."
"Why not?"
Maura flapped her hands. "Someone could see us! A child could see us!"
Jane wrinkled her nose. "What child? They're all in bed. Or they should be. And the park is deserted."
"We could get caught!"
"And again, I mention the fact that the park is deserted."
"Grass... burn?" Maura said, deflating slightly, even as her eyes noticeably darkened.
"Hence the picnic blanket."
Maura looked around, seemingly trying to think of another reason. When she failed: "Why do you want to do this?"
Jane shrugged. "Not my idea."
"What?" Maura gaped. "Well... whose idea was it then? Frankie's? Tommy's?"
"Eww no, and eww no. Don't ever say that again. It was yours. One of your secret fantasies."
Maura stared for a few seconds. "What?! When did I ever say I wanted to have sex in public?"
"When we were having sex in your office."
Maura flushed instantly, biting her lip and lowering her head. "I... I don't recall... saying that..."
"Yeah, well," Jane studied her nails nonchalantly, "you were about 20 seconds away from a brain shattering orgasm, so..."
Maura's eyes drew even darker. "That's not fair then. Hardly admissible."
"We're not in court, Maura. Doesn't matter if it's fair, admissible evidence or not."
Maura bit down on her lip again. Jane watched intently as the white, even teeth chewed nervously at the already swollen lip, and, despite herself, sat up and pressed her hands to the ground, lifting herself up on hands and knees. Maura watched her with wide eyes as she slowly, ever so slowly approached.
"Tell me you don't want this."
"I... I..." Maura's breaths were coming in short, staccato gasps as she stared at Jane hungrily. "I..." she stopped, shaking her head. "What if we get caught?"
"I have a blanket to cover us. No one will be able to see anything." Jane moved a little bit closer.
"You... you know I have trouble... being quiet... with you..."
"Just with me?" Jane asked.
"P... particularly with you, y-yes. More so than with... any other p-partner..."
Jane grinned. "Well... the park is deserted. There are no houses nearby. I think it will be okay." She was only inches away now, and she could feel Maura's breath dancing along her face.
"I... I..."
"Maura?"
Maura stared at her desperately. "Yes?"
"Shut up." With that, Jane surged forward the last couple of inches, pressing her lips against Maura's with reckless abandon. Within seconds, Maura had her hands tangled in Jane's hair, forcing Jane up onto her knees and then she was falling backwards onto the blanket, staring up at Maura who was straddling her within seconds. "Maura..."
"Shut up Jane." Maura leaned forward and began pressing kisses down Jane's neck, her lips, tongue and teeth leaving a blazing trail in their way.
"Maura... don't... don't leave marks..."
She pulled back just enough to reply. "You left marks on me."
"No one... no one knew they were from me though..."
"Yes, they did." Maura started pulling at Jane's shirt, untucking it quickly and immediately thrusting her hands underneath, her hands finding bra covered breasts within seconds.
"They..." Jane groaned when Maura tweaked the nipples through the lacy material. "They did? I... fuck, Maura, I'm beginning to suspect you're a tits woman..."
"What gave you that idea?" She pushed Jane's shirt up until it was bunched under her armpits, then yanked harshly at the bra until one of Jane's breasts popped free. Instantly, her head was down, her tongue laving the nipple, sucking and biting it alternatively. Jane moaned again, her back arching.
"Fuck, Maura, this was supposed to be for you..."
"What, so I can't have a little bit of fun?" She adjusted her position so that one knee was between Jane's splayed legs. She moved it up until it was pressed against wet heat, apparent even through the material of Maura's skirt, Jane's pant leg and Jane's panties.
Jane bucked desperately, trying to get closer to that maddening friction that was so, so good but not quite enough. "Oh shit... you can... you can have fun... if you like..."
"I intend to." Maura pulled at the bra again until Jane's other breast came free of its material constraints, beginning to focus her attentions on that one with her mouth, even while her other hand played with the other nipple. Jane whined desperately, her hands threading through Maura's hair, trying to get just a little bit closer, pressing herself up against Maura's thigh at the same time.
"Fuck, Maura..."
"And I thought I was loud."
"Shut up!" Jane dragged Maura's head towards her, sucking her lower lip into her own mouth and chewing on it lightly before beginning to explore Maura's mouth with her tongue. While one hand was still tangled in the golden locks, the other ventured down, clenching at Maura's ass and gradually pulling her skirt up.
"Jane..." Maura pulled back with a gasp, hand coming down to pull her skirt back down, looking around self-consciously.
"In the basket."
"What?"
"The blanket. In the basket."
"I... oh." Maura crawled over to it and peeked inside. Jane, meanwhile, quickly unclipped her bra and pulled her arms out of the straps, pulling the whole thing out of one sleeve. Maura turned back around, blanket in hand, saw the bra on the ground and raised an eyebrow.
Jane shrugged. "It was getting in the way."
"Do you hear me complaining?" Maura crawled forward again, lifting a leg to straddle Jane again when Jane suddenly flipped them both over, the move made somewhat easier by the fact that Maura was off balance. "What..."
Jane grinned. "This is for you, remember?"
"You don't want an orgasm?"
Jane laughed out loud, amazed by the way Maura could still manage to look so innocent with mussed up hair, darkened eyes, swollen lips and a flushed face. "Of course I do. I just want to give you one first. Now, where's that... ha." Jane picked up the blanket and with quick movements, threw it over both their bodies. It was only thin, so it wouldn't actually hide what they were doing, but at least it would cover their partial nudity were someone to catch them.
Jane shuddered at the thought. Fuck. Maybe Maura was onto something with this whole 'sex in public' thing. It had an element of danger to it that Jane couldn't deny was quite a turn on. Just like having sex at work, she supposed.
"Jane."
Jane looked at Maura, pulled out of her musings. "Yes?"
"Are you ever going to fuck me, or are you just going to stare into space all night?"
Jane grinned. "Hmm, are those my only options?"
"Jane."
"All right, all right. Miss Bossy." She lowered herself enough to press her lips to Maura's once more, this one a slow, passionate kiss that made Maura moan deep in the back of her throat. "You know, I was just thinking about this."
"About what?" Maura looked up, eyes slightly out of focus. She squirmed slightly beneath Jane's body.
"About... having sex in public. About getting caught." Maura bit her lip. "About... someone, maybe... watching us..." Maura's hips bucked almost imperceptibly. "About how no one would ever, ever suspect that the Chief Medical Examiner gets off at the thought of being caught..." Maura groaned deeply, cutting herself off abruptly. "About how aroused she gets at the thought of having sex where anyone could catch us, could..." Jane felt the rest of her words get swallowed when Maura desperately pulled her down into another kiss, this one brutal and messy. Tongues lashed wildly together and spit was exchanged freely. Jane was also pretty sure she could taste the faint coppery tang of blood – hers or Maura's, she wasn't sure – but she didn't care, simply propped herself up on one hand and used the other one to pull up Maura's skirt harshly. Her fingers searched for the panties that would need to be pulled aside, but... "You're not wearing underwear."
Maura gasped wildly, her chest heaving. "No."
Jane allowed her fingers to dance over wet thighs and short curls. "Why?"
Maura stared up at her. "You don't keep secrets as well as you'd like to think you do."
Jane blinked. "What?"
Maura sighed in frustration. "I knew your intentions in having a picnic."
Jane pulled herself backwards, mouth agape. "How?"
"Your left eyebrow twitched when telling me your plans. That usually signifies that you are either hiding something or lying. You also..."
Jane groaned, cutting Maura off. "That is so not fair."
"All's fair in love and war."
"I'll show you what's fair..." Jane muttered and her fingers, which had gone lax and settled on Maura's thigh during their brief conversation, now began their journey back to where they most wanted to be.
Maura sighed, spreading her legs a little bit wider beneath Jane's body. "Yesss..." she hissed softly, as Jane traced familiar folds with a knowing touch.
"God Maura, you're so wet..."
"It's a typical... body reaction... to arousing stimuli. The vagina... prepares itself for intercourse..." she stopped, gasping as Jane delved a little bit deeper, finger tracing around Maura's swollen clit, "fuck... prepares itself by producing a lubricant... which eases the passage... of the penis..."
Jane sighed and sat back, pulling her hand out from under Maura's skirt. Maura sat up, looking annoyed.
"Why are you stopping?"
"Why are you talking?" Jane countered.
"I'm simply telling you about the amazing things the body does."
Jane rolled her eyes. "I know. I've known since I was like 13, and found a dirty magazine of my father's stuffed under some stuff in the garage. Figured out then that hey, when I'm horny, I get wet!"
"You were masturbating when you were 13?"
"No. Just... exploring. Didn't start, you know, that... till I was nearly 15. Why are we talking about this?"
Maura blinked. "I don't know."
"Hmm." Jane pretended to think for a minute. "Guess I'll just have to force you to shut up."
Maura opened her mouth to protest but got cut off when her lips were instantly covered with Jane's, Jane's fingers unceremoniously back under her skirt (though 'under' might be inaccurate, seeing as how the skirt was up around her waist now), delving into wet folds without finesse. "Fuuuck..." she whimpered, when Jane finally pulled back, trailing blazing kisses down her neck. "Jaaane..."
"Shut up, Maura, we're in public..."
"Oh God..." Maura moaned even louder at the thought, her back arching as finally, finally Jane's fingers found their home inside of her. "Yesss, Jaaane..."
"What, Maura?"
Maura opened her eyes, only just realizing that she had closed them, and looked at Jane. She shifted her hand from Jane's shoulder to her arm, feeling the muscles tensing as her fingers pumped steadily in and out, a wet kind of sloshing noise from Maura's arousal audible in the quiet night. "I... oh God... don't stop..."
Jane bit her lip, concentrating hard, her fingers twisting inside of Maura, until... "Oh FUCK... yes... God, Jane, right there... right... there..." She bucked desperately, her hips pushing wildly against Jane's hand. Part of her was worried that she'd hurt Jane, but she knew she could never... would never... and that part of her kept her wildly thrusting.
"Are you close? Maura? Are you close?" Jane rasped in her ear, arousal making her voice even deeper than usual.
"I... I... nearly..."
"What do you need? Tell me what you need..."
"I..." Maura panted frantically, her hands grabbing up huge handfuls of the picnic blanket and twisting them harshly, "your mouth. Oh God, Jane, please, I need your mouth on me..."
Jane smiled wickedly, pressing one sweet kiss to Maura's cheek before starting to lower herself down Maura's body, flicking the blanket over her head as she moved. "Your wish is my command," Maura heard a muffled voice say from beneath the thin covering, before a hot, wet vacuum sealed itself over her clit and her eyes slammed shut, her back bowing under the extreme pleasure.
"Fuck... yes... Jane... I..." Jane's tongue came out and began lapping at her clit, then she was sucking again, and the alternating, overwhelming experiences were enough. Maura's back bowed and she slammed her hands down on the ground, her eyes squeezing shut. The big ball of tension inside of her felt like it was ready to burst, and, with one hand suddenly inexplicably tangled in dark locks, Maura pressed Jane's head even closer to her centre and screamed, cutting herself off mid way because she remembered that she was outside but the pleasure was too much, too much, and she was biting down on her fist and trying to remember how to breathe, trying to remember a time when pleasure wasn't the only thing she knew, trying to remember everything but not wanting to let go... but then, slowly, she could breathe. And she could think and she looked at her hand and saw deep teeth indentations but luckily no blood, and her body was still thrumming, short little aftershocks making her tremble and gasp, her whole body shaking in beautiful tremors as she tried to remember how to make her limbs work again.
"So. That looked like it was good." Jane had appeared from under the blanket, her dark eyes almost black with desire, and sparkling with amusement. She slowly eased her fingers out and Maura gasped as another wave of pleasure washed over her, her insides clenching on nothing now.
"Yes," she gasped finally, when her body had stopped trembling. "Yes. Very good. Very... very good."
Jane crawled up her body and lay beside her, head resting on one shoulder and one arm wrapped around Maura's waist, waiting for her to recover. Both women stared at the clear night sky. The clear night sky and... was that the light from a flashlight?
"Fuck," Jane groaned, quickly sitting up to pull the blanket straight, ensuring it was covering every part of Maura. She also wiped her face, just in case.
"Well well well, what do we have... Jane?"
Jane gaped. "Are you kidding m... Frankie! What are you doing here?"
"Working!" Frankie cleared his throat, and Maura noted with amusement that he seemed to be having a hard time deciding where to look. "Do I... uh... need to ask what you're doing?"
"Having a picnic?" Jane asked, turning her head and looking at Maura with an insanely hopeful look on her face. Despite her exhaustion, Maura felt an insane urge to giggle almost overtake her.
"Uh huh. Have you told Ma that you're having 'picnics' with Maura?"
Jane's jaw dropped open. "What... what..."
"Hey, none of my business. But you might want to tell her soon before another cop does."
Jane glowered. "What, are you gonna write me up?"
"No. But everyone knows you're... you know. So you might as well be the one to confess." He paused, staring off to the right with a horrified expression. Jane followed his gaze, saw her bra, and snatched it up with a groan, shoving it under the blanket. "Look, I... I'm just gonna go. But you two... you need to go home. And..." his gaze was now somewhere north of Jane's head, "and don't... you know... in public. Again. Please." He turned jerkily, then shouted over his shoulder, "or if you do, please do it on a night when I don't have to patrol the parks!"
Jane rolled her eyes. "GO AWAY, FRANKIE."
"Gladly!"
Jane waited till she heard him clomping away in his boots, before turning to Maura. She had her fist in her mouth, but for a whole different reason this time... this time was to stifle laughter.
"Oh shut up." Jane pouted, shifting uncomfortably. "And I didn't even get to come."
"I'll make you come."
Jane perked up. "You will?"
"Yes. At home."
Jane deflated. "But..."
"I think we've had enough excitement for one day," Maura said, slowly standing up on shaky legs and smoothing her skirt down as best she could. "Plus, I heard Frankie say earlier today that he's on duty till 11pm tonight. It's only... 9:15pm now. Do you really want him to find us ag...?"
Jane fell to her knees and started packing up the contents of the basket as quick as possible. "Last one home is a rotten egg!"
Maura laughed.
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Meh. Maybe not my best, but I've been feeling kinda crappy this weekend. Take a moment to review pretty pretty please! :-P haha Love to all xoxo
