A/N: Surprise! A slightly longer update for you all who have been so patient. Enjoy!
Maura had arrived in DC and hit the ground running. She got settled in their new townhome, quickly getting an interior decorator to get things feeling homey so that she could focus on getting acclimated to her new work environment. If the captain liked anything, it was planning and order. Also, knowing that her home was settled meant that Jane would also be settled when she arrived and she wanted Jane to feel at home after moving all the way across the country for her.
The anxious captain worried her lower lip as she sat at her new desk at the Pentagon, where she was supposed to be reading emails that would get her up to speed on her new assignment, but her mind kept drifting to her wife. It had only been a few days since she had seen her, but it felt like a year. Maybe it was because their time at home that last week had been so intense, their reunion combined with the pending separation driving them to reaffirm their love together in so many ways, many of them physical, all over their home. Maura was still sore in all the right places after their last rounds of lovemaking.
That thought brought a salacious smile to the captain's mouth. It never ceased to amaze Maura that she and Jane still had such a vibrant and passionate sex life. After all these years of marriage, the couple could not get enough of each other. Even now, 3,000 miles away, the captain was getting wet, her inner walls clenching at just the thought of all the things she wanted to do to her Maverick, let alone all the things she couldn't wait for Jane to do to her. The feeling was so overwhelming that Maura threw caution to the wind and reached for her phone. Dialing quickly, she waited with bated breath to hear the deep raspy voice that could alone almost send her over the edge.
However, Maura was greeted with a metaphorical ice bath when the voice that came through the headset after the third ring was not her lovely wife's but, instead, a deep voice that was also very familiar but would dry her up the instant she heard it.
"Yello, Commander Jane Rizzoli-Isles phone, who may I ask is calling?" came the cheeky, amused voice of her long lost half-brother.
Maura looked down at her phone to make sure she had dialed the right number. Maybe in her lust-filled frenzy she had hit the wrong contact? Seeing that no, she in fact had dialed her wife, the captain was even more confused and now, also extremely embarrassed to be so aroused and talking to her brother, even if he didn't know that!
"Ah, um," Maura stammered before pulling herself together enough to speak in her standard, etiquette-driven manner. "Colin, hello, I hope you are well. May I ask, what are you doing with Jane's phone?"
She couldn't help the tinge of annoyance that seeped into her voice on the last words. All she had wanted was to maybe have a little phone sex with her wife and now she was stuck talking to her brother while her once slick channel was drying up quicker than water spilled in Death Valley.
"MAUR! Oh my god! It's so good to hear your voice! Jane went to the bathroom and I thought it would be funny to play her 'Boy Friday' but I was distracted and I didn't look to see who it was and so I answered like that, but you know if I knew it was you, then I totally wouldn't have said that, in fact-" Thankfully the rambling ranting of her brother was interrupted by an "OOMPH" sound followed by the voice the captain had been longing to hear.
"Munk, since when do you have permission to answer my phone?! Boundaries, dude!" Jane sounded stern but to Maura's trained ear she could hear how amused her wife was. It warmed her heart to hear how well Jane had adopted Colin into their lives. However, very quickly, Maura's annoyance returned when she remembered why she had called.
"Jane, dear, would you like to explain to me why my brother was able to answer your phone at all?" The captain had started off pleasant, but she knew that by the end of her question, her rising anger was known to her spouse. Sure enough, Jane's hesitant chuckle that filtered down the line conveyed that her message was received clearly.
"Hi, baby," Jane said softly, almost bashfully, her voice a little lower than usual.
Maura involuntarily felt her heart skip a beat, despite knowing that was not scientifically possible, at the sound. Dammit, Mav! Her wife knew full well how to get Maura out of a snit. The captain took a minute to steel herself, not wanting to let on just how much Jane had affected her with her attempt to side step her question.
"Hello Jane, would you care to answer my question?" Maura asked again, more sternly this time.
She heard a soft whimper come through the phone and her inner walls clenched again. The captain had almost forgotten what this voice did to her wife. She had inadvertently used her command voice that Maura would use sometimes during their more playful bedroom activities. The whimper Jane had released reminded her of just a few days ago when they had fully taken advantage of some more adventurous toys in their home. Shaking her head slightly, Maura cleared her throat and tried again.
"Jaaaane," she practically growled, not caring if this whole interaction was making her wetter by the minute. The captain wanted answers and, by god, she was going to get them.
"Maur, you're so sexy when you sound like that," her aviator husked breathily into the phone. Maura swallowed hard while squeezing her thighs together, attempting to stem her almost overflowing desire to touch herself.
"JANE!" Maura asserted one last time, barely hanging on to her resolve.
With a defeated sigh, Mav finally spilled the beans. "Colin's here because I asked him if he wanted to live here while we're in DC. I thought it was a great way to have someone take care of our house and also give him a place to stay while he does his residency." Jane finished her explanation with a bit of a lilt to her voice, showing that she was pretty proud of herself.
Maura took a moment to process what she just heard and then one more moment to try to burn off her anger. She knew Mav could be impulsive, it was something that they had been clashing over since the day they met, but something like this, after all these years, was just a little too much for the captain in this moment.
"Jane Rizzoli-Isles, did it ever occur to you that you might want to run something like this by me BEFORE extending the offer? I mean, yes, he is my brother and I, mostly, trust him, in my house, but really, Jane? This is a really big decision that we should have discussed together!" Maura let her anger get the better of her and had actually allowed her usually composed voice to rise to a yell by the time she finished speaking.
There was dead silence on the line for several seconds, so silent in fact that Maura checked the phone multiple times to ensure that they were still connected. When the silence was finally broken, the sound that made it to her ears alerted the captain that she had crossed a line. Maura quickly tried to replay what she had said to begin to do triage but before she could ascertain where she had misstepped, the Maverick that she loved and hated all at once came roaring to the forefront.
"Your house?!" was growled into her ear. Maura swallowed thickly now, no longer from arousal but from the knowledge of how badly she had misplayed this situation. Before she could speak, Jane's voice washed out any attempt she could make to rectify her mistake.
"YOUR HOUSE, MAURA!? We've been married for over six years and you still think of OUR home as YOURS!?"
Maura flinched at the words as well as their volume. She was used to her wife yelling at the TV in frustration when watching her beloved Boston sports teams. She was used to her wife yelling out during their heated love making sessions. But one thing Maura Rizzoli-Isles was not used to was her wife yelling at her like this. The worst part was that she knew she deserved it. In the heat of her annoyance, she had said the one thing that would cause her normally easy going, quick to joke wife to channel her inner hot-headed Italian-Bostonian roots.
"Jane, honey-" Maura tried, but was immediately cut off by her clearly hurt spouse.
"Don't fucking honey me, Maura! I can't believe you just said that. YOUR HOUSE! Well, YOUR brother and YOUR wife are going to be in YOUR house for the foreseeable future since you are fucking 3,000 miles away pursuing YOUR dream job!"
Before Maura could attempt to do anymore damage control, she was met with a dial tone. Looking at the phone with her mouth agape, the captain saw that Jane had indeed hung up on her. She took a breath while massaging her temple as she hit redial. The phone went directly to voicemail without even ringing. The captain tried again and again with the same result.
After the tenth time, Maura finally returned her phone to her desk, where her head followed quickly after with a loud thump. What have I done? she asked herself as she lightly banged her head against the desk repeatedly, hoping against hope that somehow she could knock some sense into herself. With her superior intellect, the captain knew this was hopeless but couldn't stop herself. It wasn't until there was an entirely different knocking sound coming from her office door that Maura stopped.
"Captain Rizzoli-Isles, the Assistant Secretary of the Navy would like to schedule a time to go over your assignment. Is now a bad time to discuss?" a meek voice asked from the other side of the door, respecting the fact that her superior had not given her permission to enter.
Maura sat up straighter in her chair, did a quick check to make sure that her uniform was perfect and that she hadn't undone her tight bun with her reckless headbanging. Finding herself immaculate despite the state of her heart, the captain cleared her throat and replied in her most commanding voice, "You may enter." Despite the mess she had made at home, this was work, and Captain Maura Rizzoli-Isles was nothing if not a professional.
A/N: Some of you called the upcoming angst. Unfortunately (or fortunately for those who like angst), there is much more to come. Work responsibilities (stress) + heart break (the other side of the love coin) = angst. This might be my first truly angsty story but don't worry, I do have a nice happy ending planned for our ladies...eventually. Thank you for all the reviews left in my absence. They do mean a lot especially in the last month that has been exceptionally challenging for me emotionally and physically. They spur me on to write more and give you the best story I can. Until the next update!