Chapter 8.
…I'm in love with you…
Their foreheads touching, their noses brushing, their eyes sparkling…it was the perfect moment.
They both knew their souls were now out in the open; there was no turning back.
You don't know how I hoped you would have said that to me Maura whispered in her ear. Kissing her, making the first step: it had been terrifying for her. She was the Doc, the queen of dead: sure, she could cut bodies like they were cakes, but she didn't do action. Jane was the brave one, Maura had always pictured herself as the brain behind her.
But she had to surrender to a force that was more powerful than gravity itself. Maura, as a scientist, knew that it wasn't possible, but she felt attracted to Jane like the Moon was to the Earth. The moment they collapsed, Maura lost all her rational certainties, because she couldn't explain something that was so breathtaking. It wasn't just about chemistry, -she knew hormones could explain sexual attraction-, it was something she couldn't analyse, it was their lips that just fitted together, like missing pieces of the same puzzle. It was primordial, she was defeated and glad to be.
How did you know that I…? Jane asked her.
I didn't.
That kiss…. Jane was astonished. Maura had just kissed her…
"Am I hallucinating?"
Confusion was dominating her, but what her friend said after made her knees go weak.
It wasn't because I knew you wanted me. It was my decision. It was me wanting you.
So you do love me back? It's not…a joke…a fling or something like that?. Jane seemed surprised, and her tone of voice made Maura giggle.
You don't have the higher opinion of me, do you? I think I've always loved you back. I didn't realize it. Buy, yeah, of course I do. It's not a stupid crush…I don't even know what it is yet…it is too intense, I can't even begin to analyse it. And you know better than I do: analysing is my favourite hobby. Now, will you come home with me? I'm fed up with waiting.
After Maura's little speech, hope was shining in Jane's heart like gold in the air of summer. She wouldn't have asked a second time. (C'mon, just go with the flow, Jane…).
Paper work can go fuck themselves. My place?.
Jane picked up her jacket from the chair, eager to go. How could she not be? All reasons to stay had vanished with that kiss. Every thought was now dedicated to the wonderful woman in the room that had just said to her she loved her back. She managed to forget about all her doubts and she would have jumped of joy, but she was afraid to scare Maura with her totally childish behaviour.
Definitely. It's closer Maura answered. Even though there were like fireworks erupting in her stomach, she was still able to think about that detail.
Never had two simple words made Jane more excited. She held Maura's hand and took her to her car in a hurry. The engine started with a roar, and she drove faster that she should have.
In any other situation, Maura would have complained about Jane over-speed, but that was not the case, as instead, she was too concentrated on the hard task of slowing down hear heart beat. For a moment, she thought it was beating so fast it would have broken her ribcage. She seemed to have lost all her rationality…that was the effect Jane had on her.
Maura's fingers, gently tracing circles on her right thigh, made that trip the longest of her life.
They finally made it to Jane's flat. They jumped off the car like there was someone hunting them.
Maura would have never admitted that to Jane, but she was so horny she would have jumped her in the lift, if Mrs. Dizzle, the new (but very aged and conservative) neighbour, hadn't had the brilliant idea to be with them.
It lasted just a minute, but being in that lift unable to touch Maura made Jane crazy. They finally arrived at the right floor and Jane practically pushed her out of the elevator.
Maura knew it was rude: they didn't even say goodbye to poor Mrs. Dizzle. It came unexpected to her: Maura was always concerning about being polite with people, but –she realized- she didn't care at all. All she cared about was for Jane to find the keys in her bag so that they could finally spend some proper alone time in her flat.
Dammit…oh, thank God!. Jane muttered. She finally found the keys and opened the door.
As soon as they entered the door, Maura closed it behind them. She only gave her time to turn on the light in the entrance, and then slammed her hard on the door surface, attaching her lips with fury. Jane was trapped between the door and Maura's body, but nothing could have been more agreeable. That unstoppable need Maura had, that impulse to kiss her as soon as she could, gave Jane the final proof that Maura wanted her.
God, it doesn't even seem real. Jane managed to say when Maura left her lips, being too fascinated by the exposed skin of her neck. Her lips parted, and her tongue was suddenly all over her, tasting her, like a storm willing to wipe out everything that crosses its path.
It is. Maura abandoned her neck and looked her straight in the eye. She was playing with her dark hair, she just couldn't stop. I love your curls, the way they seem to be everywhere. You are dazzling.
Does it mean we're going to skip dinner? asked Jane with a mischievous grin.
Technically, we won't be able to fill our stomachs. But I think…I'm going to eat you, instead. Maura's glooming eyes were sparkling. Her voice became so husky Jane thought she would have died.
I…think we should move this to my bedroom.. she managed to say, in short breaths.
I thought you'd never asked. Maura bit her left lob, making Jane extremely horny, and then just ran away, upstairs. It was a challenge: she was daring her to follow her.
Jane remained still for a while, the only thing that was keeping her from falling was the door behind her.
(Okay sweetheart…you need to understand…there's Maura in your bedroom…probably already naked, or definitely willing to be soon…so: what are you waiting for, twat?).
Jane freed herself from that Maura-induced haze and, with trembling little steps, she went upstairs.
The bedroom door was open, Maura was sitting on her bed, still dressed. She seemed more calm than before. She was smiling, and her eyes were speaking in a strange, beautiful language that only Jane could understand. Biting her lips in anticipation, Jane entered the room and approached her. She gently pulled Maura so that she was laying on the soft duvet. Maura didn't even flinch: she was letting her do what she wanted to.
Jane's intentions were to savour every moment. She held both her wrists and put Maura's arm above her head. Then, she kissed her softly, their lips barely touching, in slow motion.
She felt Maura quivering under her. She then positioned herself on the top of her and began tracing ghostly kisses on Maura's neck. She moaned, turning her head so that Jane could have more access.
With a hand in her hair, Jane used the free one to unzip the tight dress Maura was wearing. That gave her access to her bare back. She explored it with her fingers, reaching her bra. She caressed her shoulders, her skin was soft like velvet.
Maura, who wasn't indifferent to her touch, kissed her again, this time more forcefully, and Jane lost all her calm, her vision became blurry. She could feel her everywhere. Their bodies were touching, and suddenly Maura felt the urge to remove all those layers of clothes separating them.
She thanked God that Jane loved to wear casual: she just had to remove her jacket and her baggy t-shirt. Having Jane Rizzoli half-naked in front of her, with just her jeans and bra on…to Maura, it was better than any autopsy.
She took her time to admire Jane's perfect curves, her perfect breasts, her abdomen's muscles. She seemed a Greek statue, Maura was fascinated with her proportions.
I don't think that's fair, I'm the only one half naked here. Why do you always wear dresses?. Jane said.
You should have warned me, I would have chosen something more easy to take off.
Not that I'm complaining, you always look wonderful in your dresses, Doctor Isles. But, right now? I'd rather have you naked screaming under me.
Maura gulped hard, and Jane roughly took her dress off. Now, apart from Jane trousers, there was nothing too thick between them. But it wasn't enough. While Jane began to kiss her furiously, enjoying the feeling of her skin against her, Maura took off her bra. Jan groaned loudly when she felt Maura's hand circling her nipple.
God….
Maura freed herself from Jane lips and started kissing and biting her everywhere. She knew she was leaving marks, but she didn't care. She sucked hard on her pulse point and then passed with her tongue between Jan breasts. She stopped when she arrived at her belly button. Jane was shivering. Maura hesitated, her fingers on Jane's waist band.
She pressed one of her thigh on her centre, causing Jane to say: Jesus, Maura, just put them off.
Having had her permission, Maura unzipped her trousers and slowly took them off. Jane could feel her centre throbbing more and more, while Maura made her way to where she wanted her the most. Just as she felt her palm reaching her wetness, a loud noise made them stop dead.
Jane, dear, I know you're home, open the door it's me.
It was her mother, Angela, screaming like a banshee in search of her daughter's attention.
Is it your mom?. Maura asked her.
Please just ignore her said Jane, starting to kiss her again.
Maura in a first moment responded to the kiss, but then managed to say: We should go and see what she wants. It's rude, and plus it can be something serious. You never know….
Jane grumbled, still undecided.
You know I'd love to continue what we started, but we can't just ignore her, hun….
Jane couldn't say no to Maura. She would have taken her on the Himalayas, if she had asked.
So, even though very pissed, she nodded.
That woman doesn't have the word privacy in her vocabulary.
Go on, I'll come down in a bit…I have to fresh up. Maura said, while Jane was already putting on her shirt.
Okay, I'll see you in a bit. She kissed her, just because she was now allowed to, and prepare herself to face the Angela hurricane.
