I Can Feel Your Heart Beat.

Rizzoli & Isles

Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles

Author: myIllusion

Rating: R for later chapters

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters-no copyright infringement intended.

Fair warning... a little bit of the M factor in this chapter. A little bit of suspense as well... I hope you stick around to find out what happens.

Chapter X " Flight "

Jane & Maura

11:00 p.m.

"So.. What do you think?"

Jane was leaning back on the pillows against the headboard wearing red boxer shorts and a black tank top; one long leg was bent at the knee with her hand dangling lazily off the top.

Maura thought she looked delicious. So much so that she hadn't really paid attention to the question. They had showered separately. Between the excitement of getting Phoebe set up in her room, fixing dinner, and taking Jo Friday for a long walk through the neighborhood; they were just now sitting down to talk about their day.

Maura was seated in the arm chair next to the bed enrobed in silk of deep Viridian green. She restrained herself from joining Jane on the bed. She wanted to talk before climbing in beside that delectable female specimen; fearing she would not be able to think or process if Jane started to touch her. They had not made love last evening after their enlightening but exhausting conversation. Both of them were raw and needed the comfort of being held and coddled, which they had done for one another.

Feast or Famine. The entirety of Maura's emotional life had been a famine until she met Jane. All of her relationships had been arrangements of convenience that reflected upon the social status of her adoptive parents. Especially her relationship with Garrett. That man had never known her. He coveted her body and appreciated her ability to be presentable, which allowed him to look good with an attractive ornament attached to his arm. Upon reflection; especially now, considering the depth of her feelings for Jane - Maura felt completely liberated.

Free, because she hadn't known what she hadn't had. Free, because she had this love, this warmth, this admiration, this adoration, this inexplicably complex and beautiful woman in her life. Remnants of the hurt still lingered but only as a memory, which seemed to soften and fade with every moment. The conflict between she and Jane had been explained, accepted and forgiven... they were free to start anew.

And Phoebe. Maura hadn't expected Phoebe nor the strong, familial and protective feelings she harbored for the girl. The intensity of her desire to care for and protect Phoebe was much the same as what, Maura mused, a mother might feel. These two incredible people: Jane and Phoebe - were her feast. All at once they barged into her dreary life and cast away the shadows, brightening her path with hope and love...

"...Earth to Maura... yooo hooo... Earth calling the Mother Ship...tell Maura to phone home."

Finally, Jane tossed a pillow lightly and watched it bounce off Maura's head, bringing her back to the present moment with a startled "Oof." She grinned at Jane who was wearing her naughty smirk. The smirk that said, "oops, my bad "... but showed no real remorse.

"I wanted to know what you thought about Phoebe's reaction to her room?"

Sigh.

"I think she lied."

"Me too."

Sigh.

"I think it probably deadens her ability somewhat, but not completely... and I think she was afraid to tell the truth because she wants us to feel like we'll have privacy when we are together."

Maura, ever direct and to the point Jane thought wryly, but knowing it was best to confront this issue head on.

"What do you want to do about it Maura? Do you want to confront her and make her tell you the truth or do you want to pretend that we believe her?"

Maura pulled the sash of her robe a little tighter while thinking about Jane's question. She didn't want Phoebe to have to lie about her ability, or hide it, or feel bad about something she had no control over. But she needed to know what Jane wanted, what Jane felt because that was really the issue at hand. Jane was the one who was uncomfortable. She braced herself for Jane's reaction but knew, somehow, that she need not worry.

"Jane, what do you want? I know you were very uncomfortable the other day when Phoebe blurted out that she was aware of our lovemaking. That was part of the reason I suggested this renovation of her room... to give us privacy as well as to give her some peace and quiet. It seems to have been a wasted effort now and we still have the same issue. How do you feel about it?"

Maura watched as Jane stretched out sideways on the bed, she smiled lazily at Maura and patted the empty space on the bed next to her.

Maura's eyebrows arched in surprise at Jane's gestured invitation and her face flushed pink but she did not go to her. She wanted Jane to answer her question. She shook her head no in answer, but before she could repeat her question Jane responded.

"Did you forget about our shower last night Maura?" Her husky voice was low and those deeply chocolate eyes were twinkling with mischief. " Do you remember how many times I tried to seduce you only to be turned down?" But then she shook her head and her voice became a bit more serious.

" Phoebe's room had not been altered yet... and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a little uncomfortable still... but Phoebe has been like this her whole life. Can you imagine all those foster homes and places she has stayed? "

"She said it herself... she has felt those types of rhythms hundreds of times... I don't think it's any different to her than any of the other rhythms she feels. She just processes them into types of feelings so she can relate to the world in a way that makes her feel safe. She's connected to the natural world in a way that I envy Maura and she processes all of the rhythms she feels as being part of the natural world...normal. Do you remember what she said? She said 'it's much more pleasant to feel when two people really love one another than when they don't.' "

"God Maura, a part of me envies her ability and another part just feels sorry that she's had to experience the uglier side of human nature in such a visceral way. Whatever the cause, it isn't her fault and I could never blame her for that."

"So... in the morning I think we should tell her not to worry or pretend that she doesn't still feel us. I also think we should take that junk back out of her room... I think it makes her frightened to have her gift so muffled and I don't want her to feel vulnerable and scared so I can feel more comfortable."

Tears welled up in Maura's eyes at Jane's words.

And several moments later...

...she climbed onto the bed in slow motion while unfastening the sash of her silk robe. The specks of green within her hazel eyes were dancing whirling patterns. Hypnotized by Maura's slow intentional advance; Jane could only watch as the slippery silk slowly slid its way off smooth and creamy shoulders.

Suddenly her tank top was coming up and over her head; she followed the arc of its path as it sailed across the room to hit the wall with a soft whoosh. Magically, her boxer shorts were sliding off her ankles and soft lips were trailing up the length of her long legs.

Jane moaned.

Maura's hot mouth was a searing brand, her tongue a flaming brush which gently painted strokes of heat that blazed into a bonfire between her legs. Slowly she circled Jane's swollen nub, around and around; avoiding the very sensitive center with incredible skill, while exploring every delicate fold within that intricate place between Jane's legs.

She could feel her wetness pool and gasped as Maura tasted her. That talented tongue was tormenting every nerve within Jane's core. Her hips writhed and arched but Maura clasped them firmly in her grip pulling Jane even closer, holding her firmer and still she circled and teased. Every so often she flicked her burning tongue across the top of Jane's clit only to slide away again...slowly she stroked, building the fire...

...Mau..ra... please...

... Maura pulled Jane into her mouth consuming her wholly. Her fingers found there way through silky wet and pushed inside of Jane. Together her mouth and hand became as one; stroking back and forth, pushing in and out. Soft and hard, slow and fast...making a pattern, building a rhythm, of exquisite sensations.

Jane was panting, writhing, crying... the essence of her very being was pulsing with the pressure and a pleasure that was excruciating... she could feel it happening; her body taught with tension, wracked with sweat and trembling with anticipation.

Maura deep inside her. Maura all around her. Two bodies... one within the warmth of Maura's mouth and one within the clasp of Maura's hands. Two bodies, two Jane's, three Jane's... four... five,... six,... and like a kaleidoscope of blurry visions she shattered into a thousand melting pieces...

... ever so slowly, piece by piece... Jane slowly coalesced back into one...

"...Christ... Marua..."

Some little time later Jane's head was nestled between Maura's soft full breasts. She was breathing slower now but her heart was still racing. Maura gently stroked her hair; she felt soft tender lips upon her brow and she heard the whispered words that squeezed her racing heart and made it soar.

" I love you so much..."

Snugging her arms tightly around that incredible waist, nuzzling deeper into that soft fulsome bosom... salty tears were streaming down her cheeks...

"I love you so much, too..."

Phoebe and Jo Friday

5:00 a.m.

Jo Friday was growling low and intense. "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr."

Phoebe felt HIM the moment Jo did. HE was outside the house at the front door.

She quietly, but quickly, moved from her bed to the chair in the corner where she had placed her clothes and boots. She stripped off her pajamas and stepped into her jeans. She donned a hooded sweatshirt and laced up her boots while softly calling Jo to come to her. The dog leaped off the bed whimpering with upset and confusion. She patted the dog and gently placed her hand along her side to calm her down.

Phoebe had a way with animals; she sent them feelings like they sent her feelings. She could read their hearts too, but she also had something extra in the way she could make them understand her. A sending. She could send them calm, or happy, or approval, or caution... or loud, or quiet. And that was what she sent to Jo. Quiet. Calm. For now.

"Shssh Jo, don't bark...I'm gonna open my bedroom door and you're gonna go upstairs and get Jane. Shsssh Jo. She verbalized the command quietly more to make herself assured than to help Jo understand. She knew that Jo understood her because she quit growling. Jo's tail was low and between her legs but she understood what Phoebe wanted her to do.

"You can bark when you get to Jane Jo, but not before." She sent the little terrier a sequence of feelings that went like this: Quiet Calm... then Fast(run)...then Jane (sending the heartbeat that Jo recognized as Jane's heartbeat)...then Loud, Excited (bark).

Earlier that evening she had prepared herself. After her fruitless search throughout the house the sense of danger only seemed to increase in its intensity. She placed her clothes upon the chair and took a golf club from the closet where Maura kept her sports equipment. Grabbing the club from beside her night table she slowly opened her bedroom door.

"Go now Jo." And Jo Friday tore like a flash through the living room and up the stairs.

Phoebe positioned herself against the living room wall to the left of the front door. She heard him fudging with lock and wondered briefly why the security alarm did not go off? But then she felt the smugness of his success. He had disarmed it by some clever method and was very proud and sure of himself. The lock clicked open and he slipped into the house moving assuredly through the living room just as Jo Friday started to howl and bark.

He stopped immediately. Shocked. He didn't know about Jo Friday. And Phoebe hit him from behind with the golf club. She was aiming for his head but he heard the motion of her swing and turned in time to lift his arm. He was holding a piece of wood and easily deflected the force of her blow. He was all surprised at first until he saw Phoebe. His heart started to charge... that same excited feeling, the rush he felt just before he murdered Stephen...

Phoebe flung the golf club at him and ran. She bolted for the door just as she felt Jane come charging down the stairway. He was right behind her giving chase. She slammed the door behind her which cut him off for just a second. She could feel him fumbling, struggling to get out. Away from Jane... before he started chasing after her.

Phoebe knew and anticipated this scenario along with several others so she could be prepared. Earlier they walked Jo through the neighborhood and Phoebe mapped the route that she might take in case of flight. She knew that, eventually, he would come, so she prepared herself for what would happen when he did. Phoebe hoped that she could knock him out with the golf club. She hoped that Jane would catch him. But, wishes weren't reality - her hopes had plainly failed and so she ran.

She sprinted as fast as she could through neighbors yards, the twisty turns and back around and finally found the shed that she had marked out earlier. It was in the shadows of a huge tree and surrounded by bushes. She knew the little shack would be impossible to see at night time.

A garden shed; old and worn but most importantly - it had no lock. She glanced back over her shoulder and was relieved she could not see him. She couldn't feel him either but did not rely to keenly on that sense when out of doors. If he got close to her she would feel him. Phoebe pushed between the bushes, feeling for the weathered door and inched her way inside. She sat down on the dirt floor to calm her thoughts, to catch her breath; understanding sadly, knowing in her heart what she must do. She couldn't go back to Maura's house. Not now, not yet. HE would be a danger to Maura... and Jane, if Phoebe continued to stay with them.

Sighing, she leaned her back against the door and settled into waiting for the sunrise. She would do what she had always done before; wander around until she met the right person. Later, she would go back and be with Maura... and Jane - when it was safe for them.

To Be Continued

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