Hi! Remember me? Your smut writer practicerer person. Shush. Practicerer is totally a word. Okay, so I've got another chapter, and I can't find this in my prompts folder so I can only assume it's one I just wanted to get out. I started this chapter about 7 bazillion years ago and only just finished it tonight. Anyway... onto the chapter!

Features masturbating!Maura, voyeur!Jane, mutual masturbation, voyeurism... look, two chicks just digging watching the other get off. Read the chapter. :-P

R&IR&IR&I

Jane shifted her weight from foot to foot, shivering in the cool air. She didn't know why she kept agreeing to this whole early morning run thing. She didn't even like running. But she was rapidly coming to the conclusion that whatever Maura wanted her to do, she would end up doing it – even if just to avoid the whole pouty lips, guilt inducing thing that Maura did so well. "Come on," Jane grumbled, rapping her knuckles sharply against the door again, the noise resonating through the quiet neighbourhood with a volume that seemed disproportionately loud. Jane glanced over her shoulder at the dark guest house. "Please don't let me wake up my mother..." she whispered, then, after another long pause, knocked at the door again.

A light came on in the guest house.

"Shit." Jane instinctively reached for the door handle and she rolled her eyes when it turned easily in her grasp. Maura would never learn, would she? Pushing the door open, Jane quickly and quietly slipped inside, shutting the door behind her and letting out a sigh of relief when, glancing out the window, she saw the guest house light go off again. She really didn't feel like dealing with her mother today, no matter how well meaning she was. Pressure about marriage and babies? No, thank you. Jane was quite happy with just her job and having Maura for a best friend. Speaking of Maura... Jane turned around and groaned in frustration when she saw that all the lights in the house were switched off. "Really? She forgot again?! And I thought I was the one who didn't want to do this..." Jane muttered, frowning as she headed upstairs. Part of her wanted to stomp, but the rest of her cautioned against it in the event that she woke Maura up.

Jane was really beginning to hate that part of her that was so clearly whipped.

"Don't even get laid for my efforts... Pity Maura's not a man," she grumbled quietly, then froze as a soft noise reached her ears. Was that... what was that? Jane took the rest of the stairs two at a time, then stood still on the landing and listened intently. A moan. That was a definite moan. Was Maura in trouble? Hand automatically heading for the hip where her gun was usually holstered, Jane cursed quietly when all she encountered was fabric. Right. Her weapon was at home, because she wasn't on call. Fuck. She crept forward as silently as possible, ears peeled for any further noises that would alert her to any danger present, carefully peeking into open doorways as she passed, finally reaching Maura's bedroom.

There was another moan and, this time, a whimper too. Jane winced. God, she hoped Maura was okay. She hoped fervently that it wasn't one of Paddy's enemies that had gotten to her, but just in case... Jane darted forward and picked up a heavy, ugly as all fuck bronze statue that was proudly standing up on display on a cabinet at the end of the hall, brandishing it at the ready. She might not have her weapon, but Jane Rizzoli could handle anything.

Well... almost anything.

She pushed open the door, pausing for the briefest of instants as her eyes adjusted to the dark interior, then leapt inside, statue held like a baseball bat at the ready, but she stopped when she saw what was inside.

Maura was not being attacked. In fact, Maura was fine and, judging by the looks of things, Maura was well on her way to spectacular.

Jane swallowed heavily, gaze focused on Maura's hand between her legs. It pumped steadily in and out, a wet kind of squelching noise indicating how very turned on she was. Jane watched the play of fingers for a while... every now and then, Maura raised her hand to rub circles around her clit or play with the outer labia... but soon found other things to capture her attention too. Maura's other hand was squeezing at her breasts, pinching the dusky pink nipples. Jane found her mouth filling with saliva again. She swallowed hard just as Maura let out a husky moan, her back arching as she added another finger to the ones that were pumping away inside of her. Jane shifted, suddenly aware of a blaze of heat between her thighs, and discreetly pressed two fingers to the crotch of her pants, only a little surprised when they encountered damp fabric.

"Fuck..." Maura moaned deeply and Jane almost groaned in response. Maura didn't swear very often, and when she did, Jane always reacted to it. She had never known why up till now... perhaps she didn't want to know why. But now... well, apparently she was attracted to her best friend.

Awesome.

Pressing her thighs together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing, Jane suddenly felt ashamed. Maura obviously thought she was alone, and here Jane was, blatantly staring at her engaging in a very personal experience. Jane realized that she had to leave and made to back out of the room as silently as possible, but her hands were sweaty, and the one holding the heavy bronze statue lost its grip. She floundered frantically, trying to catch it, but her attempt was to no avail and she shut her eyes as it hit the ground with a heavy, reverberating bang.

"Shit..." she mumbled.

"Jane." Maura's voice was deeper than usual, and Jane found herself swallowing again, this time in an attempt to bring some saliva back into her mouth. She felt parched.

"I'm sorry, Maura, I just... we were supposed to go for a run, and I let myself in, so... shit. I'm so sorry. I'll just..."

"Open your eyes."

Jane shook her head blindly. "No, I... I've seen enough. I mean, not that I was staring. I wasn't. I only just came in here, and I shut my eyes straight away and..."

"Jane..."

"... it was just that we were supposed to go for a run and I didn't want Ma to see me cause then she'll start talking and...

"Jane!"

"... shit, Maura, what the hell were you thinking...?"

"You."

Jane's eyes sprung open and her mouth hung wide on a forgotten sentence.

"I was thinking about you."

Jane's jaw dropped as her eyes finally took in the sight in front of her. Maura hadn't stopped. Her hand was still moving between her legs. She was still masturbating.

"You were... watching me, Jane."

Jane pressed her thighs closer together. "I..."

"You were... oh... you were... aroused."

"Uh..."

"Weren't you?"

Jane blinked. "Would you believe me if I said no?"

"...ohhh... No."

"Okay then..." she bit her lip. "Yes."

Maura smiled slightly, then threw her head back, biting her lip slightly. "I'm... oh God, I'm close, Jane..."

Jane felt herself clench up tightly as she tentatively stepped forward. "I... I don't know what to do."

"Do you... do you want to touch me?" Maura pupils were blown, the black almost swallowing the magnificent colours of the iris, her face flushed as her hand continued to work between her legs... though, Jane noticed, it did seem to have slowed down some since Jane had walked in – Maura was waiting for her response.

Jane swallowed heavily, sitting down on the edge of the bed heavily, her legs feeling like they could no longer hold her weight. "I..." she gulped again, hoping to bring some saliva back into her suddenly dry mouth as she thought about what she would like to do to this magnificent woman. It was all too much, too many options running through her head... so she decided on the first, the simplest of her desires, "I would... I would like to... to watch."

Maura threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, her breath coming in staccato gasps before ceasing altogether. Jane watched with a clenched gut... was this it? Was her show over already? But no... Maura let her breath out in one great gasp, her hand moving from between her legs with what seemed like great difficulty. Jane bit her lip, her gaze focused hungrily on the area between Maura's legs, on the moisture she could still see glistening there.

"Okay... okay..." Maura gasped, and she put a hand to her chest as though to attempt to slow down her racing heart. The same hand, Jane noticed with a flash of recognition that shocked her right down to her core, that had been so busy moments ago. Her mouth, that had been so dry only moments prior, suddenly filled with saliva as she stared down at the glistening digits. It was as she was staring, that she realized Maura was talking. "...over and you can sit there to watch."

"What?" Jane asked, blinking stupidly, her gaze wandering up Maura's body, and stopping at two perfectly sculpted breasts. Absentmindedly, she wiped the back of her hand over her chin, just in case.

Maura smiled. "There's a chair... over there." She pointed. Jane turned slowly, her moves cumbersome, and saw the aforementioned item. "Pull it over. Watch."

Jane stared between Maura and the chair for three agonizingly long seconds before the words registered in her brain, then she was almost tripping over herself to get the chair situated, her clumsiness not helped by the way Maura had begun fondling her own breasts, fingers plucking at the dusky pink nipples. Jane swallowed heavily again. Was it normal to produce this much saliva, she wondered vaguely as she sat down in the chair, her legs spread wide and her elbows resting upon her knees,

"Okay."

Maura looked up with heavily lidded eyes. "Get comfortable, Jane."

Jane blinked, her mind hopelessly blank. "What?"

Maura's hand had once more begun to dance down her abdomen, heading for the apex of thighs and trunks. Jane watched its movements greedily. "I only think it's fair, Jane. If you can..." she stopped, gasping slightly as she pinched at her own skin, "if you can watch me masturbate, I think I should be able to watch you."

Jane stared. But... I've never done that before in front of anyone, she thought to say. I don't know if I feel comfortable, she contemplated. What if I can't... you know. Come? She worried... but still, she stood up and quickly pulled her tank top over her head, the exercise bra following shortly thereafter, then her thumbs were hooked into both the waistband of her pants, and the waistband of her underwear... and with only a brief pause, she pushed them both down.

Maura's gaze lit up hungrily, and Jane flushed, but not in embarrassment as she expected. No... because Maura really wasn't just anyone, was she? She was no more, and no less, than Jane's whole life. Of course Jane wouldn't... couldn't... feel anything but comfortable in her presence. She was Maura.

Her gaze was eating up Jane's body hungrily, and Jane could feel the gaze as intensely as though Maura were laying a thousand kisses upon her body. She felt herself clench again, some moisture rolling down onto her thigh. "Oh God... Maura..." she whispered.

"Sit down," Maura murmured, and Jane did so, helpless to do anything but. Maura's hand was moving again between her thigh, and Jane pressed her thighs together tightly, until she remembered that she really didn't need to do that... and, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that somehow only served to heighten her arousal instead of dampening it, Jane allowed her thighs to fall open. The gaze that fell between them was heavy and Jane gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Do to yourself, Jane..." Maura murmured, and Jane stared, feeling ridiculously and helplessly lost, her arousal a tempestuous sea that threatened to drown her, and Jane was happy to go...

"What?" she said thickly once more, the word seeming to not come from herself at all, but somewhere outside herself.

"Do to yourself, Jane... what you want me to do." Jane still stared, her brain thick and clouded, like someone had just boiled it in a jug of gravy. "Touch yourself. So I know how to touch myself," Maura murmured, and finally, finally Jane understood. Maura's hands lay still upon her body now, but when Jane's left hand reached up to touch her left breast, Maura's right hand touched her right. They matched, Jane realized... they matched in a way that no one had saw coming... or perhaps everyone saw coming but her... but they matched. Jane's right hand followed its partner up her body, and she watched hungrily as Maura's hand copied her movements, her left trailing its way up through the valley between her breasts, lightly tracing her neck (and did Maura shiver then, or was it she, Jane), running her fingers through her hair (there was no doubt about it, it was Jane who shivered... but who was she anyhow? Surely only one half of a whole), all while the right (Jane's left, or was it Maura's left?) trailed down between sticky thighs, lightly tracing soaked fold, heads falling back in unison as straining clits were encountered. But both heads came up once more, the need to watch too overwhelming, that strange sense of outer-being (she is me and I am she) a siren call that was impossible to ignore. As she moved, Jane forgot that she was in control, and it seemed that Maura forgot too, because she was doing things that Jane had never tried... pinching herself lightly, dipping her finger into a pool of moisture only briefly before pulling it out again – a maddening rhythm that had Jane clenching her jaw and just wanting it to stop please more no love hate more more more – but neither realized because they were copying the others movements, copying them with barely a pause, barely a break, only momentary mistakes or mismatched movements that belied their inexperience. But then, it was only seconds (minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years) later, when the world grew white around the edges, and Jane thought that she really should breathe but why should she worry about breathing when her world was crumbling so beautifully, so exquisitely...

"Jane?"

Jane blinked up at the ceiling – was it Heaven? Who knew Heaven painted with delicate gold trimmings – before glancing over at Maura. "Am I dead?"

Maura smiled, softly, sweetly. "No. You just... passed out."

Huh. Jane turned her attention to the ceiling once more before deciding she'd really rather focus on the angel right next to her instead. "You forgot about running," she said accusingly, one very tired finger waggling for a split second before the owner it was attached to gave up on the movement, the arm falling back to the bed.

"Yes. Thankfully, I still retained enough upper body strength to shift you from the chair to the bed."

Jane frowned. "Running doesn't really... I mean... upper body strength?"

Maura smiled impishly.

Jane groaned, vaguely contemplating covering her eyes with her arm, but ultimately decided it was too much effort. "I passed out."

"You did." There was silence for a brief instant before Maura spoke again, her voice still quietly gleeful. "And just think, Jane... what will happen when I actually touch you?"

Jane growled and heaved herself up, straddling a surprised but aroused looking Maura. She was willing to find out.

Running be damned.

END.

So not sure if I actually like how this turned out but fuck it, I actually completed this damn chapter that's been kicking my ass for ages so yay me. As always, thoughts are very much appreciated. Love to all, Katie xoxo