Prompt: It's Jane and Maura's senior prom. Maura is voted prom queen and Jane is her king. Afterwards, they go to a fancy hotel.
Note: This is my second time writing this. My computer crashed halfway through the first time. All mistakes are mine since I am now typing on my phone. I actually really enjoyed writing this one.
"Janie, get down here! I want to get some pictures before you leave!" Angela hollered up the stairs, leaning on the banister with one hand and juggling the camera in the other. "I can't believe my baby is going to her senior prom!"
"Relax, Ma!" Jane muttered taking the first step down the stairs, as she fumbled with her tie. "We have to wait for—" Her breath caught in her throat at the sight at the bottom of the steps. "Maura." Unconsciously she gripped the railing until her knuckles turned white. "Maura, you look b—-beautiful."
The blonde blushed and smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles on her deep purple dress. Her golden hair fell in ringlets over one shoulder; the tiny wisps on the other side made Jane desperate to tuck behind her ear. She stepped down the rest of the stairs wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's waist and placed a kiss to her cheek. "Yes, Maura. You look perfect."
Maura ran her fingers through Jane's unruly dark locks and smiled. "Jane, YOU look beautiful."
"I'm just wearing a tux, Maura. It's not a big deal."
Maura silenced her with a kiss and argued: "Jane Clementine Rizzoli, you look beautiful. Handsome even. We're going to be the best looking couple at prom." She kissed her again, but the brunette abruptly pulled away when she heard the camera shutter.
"Ma, really?!"
"I have to get a few pictures, Janie! I want to remember this forever! And you're going to be late if you don't hurry it up!" The two girls posed for some photos— which Jane felt lasted for an eternity. As Angela was giving her usual spiel about being safe and having a good time, Jane grabbed Maura's hand and snuck them out the door.
—-
The night was going well; Maura was her usual effervescent self and she danced and mingled with just about anybody— dragging Jane along for good measure. She knew Jane wouldn't actually dance unless she made her, so that is exactly what she intended to do. The principal made his way to the stage and announced that prom king and queen will be announced shortly. The crowd gathered around and fell to a general silence. Jane finished the rest of her punch and made her way back to Maura.
Principal Aleshire had a list in his hand and he read it carefully: "Your Belmont High School prom queen is: Maura Isles!" She clasped her hands to her heart and smiled. As she walked up to the stage, she felt tears forming in her eyes. The principle secured the tiara on her head and the sash around her body. She looked at Jane who cheered louder than anyone else in the building. Maura moved to the side of the stage and waited for her king to be announced.
"And your Belmont High School prom king is: Jane Rizzoli!" Maura's eyes widened and clapped furiously along with the other students. The astonished brunette shook her head and walked on stage, accepting her crown and sash.
"This is crazy," whispered Jane into Maura's ear.
"This is wonderful."
Principle Aleshire congratulated the two ladies and announced that this will be their first dance as prom king and queen. A slow song pumped through the speakers and Jane wrapped her arms around the blonde's slim waist. "Maura, may I have this dance?" She flashed her irresistible Rizzoli grin and Maura nodded— pressing her body close to her girlfriend's, clasping her arms around the brunette's neck. They swayed to the music, Maura's head resting against Jane's chest.
"Jane?" Maura murmured looking up into the taller woman's dark eyes.
"Yes, Maur?"
Her eyes welled with tears, but she was smiling. "I was never one to have friends." Jane squeezed her tighter. "But now I'm… I'm prom queen. And you, you're king. It just makes so much sense. It's perfect." Jane leaned down and kissed her lips hard letting her love and passion be felt.
"You're right. It is perfect. You're perfect."
—-
Once people had left the dance, Jane began driving, where Maura assumed would be home, but when they pulled up to a large hotel with a throng of students from school walking in to. Jane cut the engine, grabbed her bag, and opened the door for Maura.
"Jane Rizzoli, what is this?" she gave a smirk.
She nervously stammered: "I, uh, I just thought…"
"You thought you were going to get lucky tonight?" Maura gave her a matter-of-fact look and stepped forward, taking Jane's hips in her own. "Well, you may just be correct." The two checked in and made their way upstairs— Jane threw her bag in the corner and Maura marveled at the decor that made up their room. A large king sized bed welcomed them as well as a mini-fridge and a large television.
"Oh, Jane. It's lovely."
"You like it?" She nervously rubbed the back of her neck.
Maura slowly began removing Jane's tie and slipped the jacket down her arms. "It's wonderful, Jane. Thank you." She grabbed fistfuls of Jane's shirt in her hands and pulled her in for a kiss. Removing the many layers to Jane's top, Maura was pleased when the brunette worked her way out of her shoes and pants. Maura kissed her again and deepened the kiss, taking Jane's tongue with her own. She moaned as Jane's mouth found her way to her neck and sucked hard enough to leave a mark.
"God, Jane," she moaned and gripped the brunette's shoulders. The taller woman snaked her arms around and unzipped the back of Maura's dress, letting it fall to the floor. "Jane…" Maura groaned desperately between kisses. Jane's breathing was heavy— her chest rising and falling and her body aching with need. "Take me to bed."
Jane lifted Maura into her arms bridal-style and set her down on the bed. Seeing the blonde's naked body laid out in front of her was enough to make her legs go weak. Her lips found purchase on Maura's collarbone and bit down, eliciting a growl. The brunette moved her way down the blonde's body, roughly taking Maura's breasts in her hands. She squeezed and rolled already hardened nipples between her fingers; Maura lifted her hips wanting to feel Jane all over. She was practically screaming, her entire body wracking with need. At this point, Maura didn't care if anyone else heard her, and Jane was taking great satisfaction that Maura was so vocal.
Before Maura could comprehend what was happening, she was being flipped so she was on top of Jane. She quirked her eyebrow and Jane grinned deviously. "I want you to ride my fingers." Maura moaned at the words falling from her girlfriend's lips. She straddled the brunette's waist and Jane ran her fingers through Maura's slick folds. "Do you want me?" Maura whimpered and nodded, pushing her hips down, wanting Jane. "Tell me."
"I want you. Inside of me, Jane." She swallowed hard as Jane slammed two fingers into her. She rocked her hips hard, feeling Jane's digits fill her and stretch her. She rolled her body forward at a frantic pace, her body on fire. Jane watched her girlfriend in awe— the sight of her riding her fingers, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of her body. It was almost enough to make her come right then and there.
"Oh, god. Fuck, Jane. Harder, please." Maura's demands came out in punctuated moans and she slammed herself into Jane's fingers. Obscenities tumbled from her mouth and Maura threw her head back and screamed when she ground her hips down a final time and she fell over the edge. Maura leaned back on her hands, her chest rising and falling dramatically. Jane slowed her fingers inside her girlfriend and carefully pulled out. Maura collapsed on top of Jane, peppering kisses across her jawline.
"That was so hot," murmured Jane.
Suddenly, there was a bang on the wall behind the bed followed by a male's voice: "Get it, Rizzoli!" All Maura could do was blush and bury her head into Jane's chest.
