You Don't See It
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles do not belong to me. No infringement intended and no profit will be made from their use.
A/N: The trip to Paris. This chapter isn't really about Paris so much though. First both Jane and Maura discover some fantasies they didn't know they had. And later Maura has some questions for Constance.
It was evening and Jane was reading a book and reclining on the bed in the guest room of the Isle's family Paris apartment. The apartment was quite spacious and modern but overall pretty simple. Jane had expected something grand and ostentatious and was relieved that she didn't have to worry about breaking everything she touched.
Jane and Maura had been in France for a week. Constance was scheduled to arrive the next day and they were going to spend the remaining three days of their vacation with her. They'd done the rounds of museums and gardens and churches. Maura had taken Jane to all of her favorite spots along with cafes and bakeries tucked into side streets and filled with the best coffee and the most decadent pastries Jane had ever tasted.
Earlier that day, Maura had taken Jane to the boarding school she had attended outside of Paris. School was in session so they went in the afternoon when classes were done for the day. There were a few teachers still there from Maura's school days and she chatted animatedly with them in French while Jane poked around the classrooms.
Walking around the campus, they saw groups of students, all wearing the same plaid skirts and button down shirts. "Did you wear those uniforms when you were a student here?" Jane had asked Maura.
"Yes, it was required," Maura had replied.
"Is it wrong that I am feeling a very strong desire to travel back in time and do very dirty things to you as a sixteen year old wearing that uniform?"
"Yes," Maura said, eyes sparkling, "it's very wrong."
While Jane was reading her book that evening Maura had disappeared into the room in the apartment that had been her bedroom when she was a kid and her family spent time in France. Once Maura started going to the nearby boarding school, the Isles family often spent school vacations here. The room only had a twin bed so Jane and Maura were staying in the guest room. When they arrived, Maura had been surprised to find that her old bedroom was still largely the same and still full of her childhood things. Jane and Maura had spent hours over the past week looking through old photos and other things Maura had forgot about long ago.
Maura came sauntering into the guest room wearing a plaid skirt that hit a few inches above her knee and a white button down shirt. The shirt looked to be several sizes too small and Maura's otherwise bare breasts were barely contained, spilling over the top of where the shirt was buttoned to. "Look what I found."
Jane dropped the book she was reading and said, "Wow. I feel bad for your male teachers if you went to class looking like that."
"I was kind of flat-chested in high school. I didn't get these," Maura said brushing her fingertips over the tops of her half-exposed breasts, "until I was in my twenties."
Jane moved to sit at the end of the bed and said, "Oh my god, I feel like such a dirty perv right now."
Jane reached out and tried to grab Maura to pull her closer but Maura stepped back and raised a finger to jokingly scold Jane. "Not so fast, I'm just an innocent schoolgirl after all."
"Nothing about that outfit looks innocent," Jane countered.
Suddenly shy, Maura bit her bottom lip and looked down as she said, "I have something for you, well, for us really. Something to add to our sexual repertoire. I've been hesitating to give it to you because I don't want you to take it the wrong way. I don't want you to think I'm missing something because I am completely and totally satisfied with the sex we are having. But I do think it is healthy and important to try new things," Maura rambled.
"Relax, Maura, I get it. You don't need to worry about damaging my pride or whatever you're worried about. You just need to talk to me and tell me when you want to try something, okay? If I don't want to do something I'll tell you and if you don't like something you'll tell me. You aren't shy or circumspect about talking about anything else so don't be shy about this."
"No, I'm not, but sometimes you are. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Yeah, okay, I get it. But don't let that stop you." Jane stood up and moved close to Maura to whisper in her ear, "I will fuck you any which way you want me to. Now, where's this present?"
Maura cleared her throat before saying, "In my old bedroom, on the dresser."
"Okay. You sit there," Jane said pointing to the bed, "and do not change anything about that outfit while I'm gone."
Jane disappeared from the room and Maura settled against the pillows propped up at the head of the bed. Jane was gone so long, Maura started to wonder if she had somehow gotten stuck somewhere.
When Jane finally returned to the bedroom, Maura was confused because Jane was still dressed in her jeans and a white tank top. She had expected Jane to be in a lot less clothing. "What happened-" Maura started to say but stopped when Jane brought a finger to her lips. Maura's gaze traveled down Jane's body and she realized that Jane had in fact put on her present.
Although they were the only people in the apartment, Jane closed the bedroom door and stepped closer to the bed. Speaking softly and moving onto the bed until she was hovering over Maura, Jane said, "I'm a friend from school. You invited me to spend the holidays with you at your parents' house. We've been dancing around our mutual attraction for a long time, and even though your parents are just down the hall and they could walk in at any moment, we just can't keep our hands off of each other any longer."
Maura felt herself blush on her face and across her chest and she nodded. Role play wasn't an area they had explored together yet and this was really hot. Clearly any misgivings Maura had about introducing any new elements into their lovemaking were misplaced.
Jane continued, "You've been teasing me day after day with this skirt and this shirt. It's sinful the way you wear this shirt." Jane buried face in Maura's breasts. The buttons on Maura's shirt, which were barely keeping the shirt together to begin with, popped open.
Maura spread her legs wider and Jane pressed their hips together. "Jane," Maura breathed, "we don't have a lot of time."
Jane grinned against Maura's chest and after reveling in Maura's breasts for a few more moments sat back on her knees. She pushed Maura's skirt up and pulled her panties off, trailing her fingers along Maura's legs as she did so. Jane unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down enough to release the toy.
"Are you ready?" Jane asked.
"Yes, please," Maura responded.
Jane pushed Maura's legs wider and after a few seconds of fumbling around pushed inside Maura. Maura moaned softly at the sensation and hooked her legs around Jane's back. Jane started a rocking motion with her hips, pulling back slightly and then pushing back fully inside Maura.
"Is this-" Jane started to say but was cut off by Maura saying, "Yes...but harder."
Jane adjusted, leaning down onto her elbows either side of Maura's head, and thrust harder into Maura.
Maura moaned loudly, "Oh, yes."
Jane briefly put her hand over Maura's mouth and said, "Shhh, remember we don't want anyone to hear us."
Maura's eyes were closed but she grinned and after a moment said, "Keep talking. I like the dirty talk."
"Of course you do," Jane said, her voice low and gravelly. "You look so sweet and innocent in your schoolgirl's uniform. Everyone thinks you're just a shy bookworm but really you've just been waiting for someone to take control and throw you down and fuck you. Haven't you?"
"Yes," Maura hissed.
"Late at night, when you put the books away and you're all alone, do you think about this? Do you imagine me fucking you like this? Do you touch yourself thinking about it?"
"Oh, Jane. So close," Maura murmured.
"Go ahead and do it. Show me how you touch yourself."
Maura snaked her hand between their bodies. Maura moaned louder and Jane covered Maura's mouth with her own, smothering Maura's moans with kisses as Maura came.
Jane pulled out and rolled over onto her back to give her arms a break from holding herself up. When Maura caught her breath she sat up and looked down at Jane.
"Was that okay?" Jane asked.
"I thought it was obvious."
"Well, that was a lot of new stuff, so indulge my curiosity and tell me if that all was good for you, because it was fucking fantastic for me."
"It was amazing. You are amazing. I'm bringing this uniform home with us. Did you find the little vibrator too?"
"Yeah, it's inside the harness. I didn't turn it on. I just wanted to feel you and concentrate on you."
"Well, we aren't done yet," Maura said seductively. "Keep going. Tell me what to do. Keep talking."
Jane closed her eyes and took a moment to compose herself. She opened her eyes and said, "Take my pants off."
"What if someone comes in and sees us?" Maura asked coyly.
"Then they'll know what a naughty girl you are."
Maura pulled Jane's jeans off, leaving her only in the harness and her tank top, and Jane moved into more of a sitting position, leaning against pillows against the headboard. Jane pulled Maura to her and into a bruising kiss. Jane wound her fingers in Maura's hair, pulled Maura's head back and, directing it down towards her crotch, said, "I think you should clean up the mess you made."
Maura wrapped a hand around the bottom of the dildo's shaft. She ran her tongue up the side and when she reached the tip she took it in her mouth, sliding her lips over the toy.
"That's it," Jane said, keeping her hand tangled in Maura's hair.
Maura moved her hand between Jane's legs. She teased her fingers along the inside of Jane's thighs until Jane tightened her grip in Maura's hair and said, "Stop teasing."
Maura pushed two fingers inside Jane. "Fuck," Jane moaned as she dropped her hands to her sides and gripped the sheets. Maura moved her fingers faster, twisting and curling them as Jane moaned louder.
Jane grabbed Maura's shoulders and pulled her upright. "Come here," she said. "I want to be inside you when I come."
Maura pulled up her plaid skirt and straddled Jane's lap. Jane reached in the harness and turned on the vibrator before Maura lowered herself onto the toy. Jane grabbed Maura's waist to direct her movement and said, "Good girl. You know just how to take care of me, don't you?"
"Just you," Maura responded. Once again Jane buried her face in Maura's breasts until she rode out her orgasm.
Maura woke up in the morning with Jane's arm wrapped tightly around her waist. She turned over to face Jane and ran her fingers over Jane's face and through her hair until Jane started to stir.
Jane opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "Good morning, darling."
"My mother will be here soon. Our time alone is almost over," Maura said, pouting slightly.
"It's been nice hasn't it? At home it seems like there is always someone or something interrupting us or taking up our time. My mother, my brothers, work, dead people, it's always something."
"We could just stay here forever."
"My mother would probably follow us."
"Do you want to know what I actually fantasized about when I was a teenager?" Maura asked.
"Yeah."
"I didn't make friends easily. I was constantly surrounded by other girls at school, but I never felt comfortable with them. I couldn't relate to their interests and they thought I was weird because I didn't care about the things they did. I would rather dissect a frog than talk about boys or whatever was popular that week. I'm not saying this because I want you to feel bad for me, because I don't feel bad for myself. But what I fantasized about was finding someone who would truly understand me and would love me because of the ways I was different, not despite them. Thank you for finding me and for loving me."
"I don't think you're different. I think you're special. Everything about you is special."
Maura kissed Jane's lips softly and then said, "I want us to move in together."
"Are you sure? We don't have to rush anything."
"I want to wake up with you everyday. I don't even care where it is. I just want us to be together."
Jane was silent for a long time, studying Maura's face, before saying, "I'm just really curious, why now? What changed to make you ready?"
"Nothing changed, but I want to do things with you properly. You've had longer to adjust to and understand your feelings for me than I've had. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I don't want to rush through all of the stages of a relationship just because it would be easy for us to do that."
"Okay, thanks for explaining. I understand what you mean and we can take things as slow as you want. When we get back to Boston we'll talk about living arrangements and we'll figure it out."
Maura watched her mother and Jane talk, sounding and looking like old friends. Jane was telling stories about apprehending suspects who thought they'd be able to outrun her. It was what Jane talked about when people asked about her job. She always told stories from her days working in narcotics and vice, never homicide. Constance looked like she was enjoying every word.
Maura couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy, but she was also glad they were getting along so well. Many former partners had been intimidated by her parents, especially her mother, and it usually showed in their interactions with them, which in turn made Constance dislike them. Jane was unfazed though and by simply being herself endeared herself to Constance.
They had spent two really good days with her mother and now it was their final night in Paris. Jane knew Maura wanted to talk to her mother so she excused herself from their conversation early and, after giving Maura a kiss on the cheek, retired to the guest room.
Constance looked at Maura expectantly. Maura had been trying to figure out the best way to start this conversation for a few weeks, but hadn't come up with anything, so she simply blurted out, "I know Patrick Doyle is my father."
"How?" Constance asked, obviously surprised.
"He had a son, my half-brother. He was killed and I discovered we were related and then Patrick showed up. We crossed paths a few times after that. About two months ago he came to my house and told me he was dying of cancer. Then he disappeared. I don't know if he's still alive or not. But I want to know about my adoption. I want to know if you knew who my parents were when you adopted me."
"Did he tell you who your mother was?" Constance asked.
"He gave me an envelope with information but I haven't opened it."
"I've always been surprised that you didn't ask about your birth parents sooner," Constance started. "They were both students of mine at Harvard. I didn't know of his connection to the Irish mob until the day he showed up at our house with a little baby girl. He said you were in danger and he didn't know who else he could trust. Your father and I took you in. We weren't sure if we wanted kids but we fell in love with you immediately. A few months later Patrick showed up again. I thought he was going to try to take you and I wasn't going to let him. But he just wanted to check up on you. He did love you but he couldn't take care of you. We completed the adoption paperwork soon after that. I never saw your mother again. She had stopped coming to class and I hadn't even realized she was pregnant. I never knew what happened to her. She was very bright, although not really much of an artist."
"Patrick told her I died," Maura said.
"I didn't know that. Honey, I had no idea."
"Patrick had pictures of me from when I was a kid, from graduations, stuff like that. He was watching me and she didn't even know I was alive."
"Maura, I swear to you I didn't know any of this. Are you going to look for her now?"
"I don't know."
Constance stood and moved to Maura and wrapped her in a hug. "I'm sorry I don't know more about her. I love you so much, Maura."
"I love you too."