Second Chapter for today!

Somehow my beta is missing... so all of the misstakes are on me :)

See Author's Note (Chapter One)

Her breathes are getting louder. I can feel her muscles spasm. Her weight more and more is carried by me. I never feel this strong as when I hold her, catch her, protect her. I feel her whole body stiffen for some seconds. I feel a dark grumble rolling from the deep of her stomach, through her chest and throat over her lips.

Then *'Monti Rizzoli' erupt in my arms.

Maura's POV

I lie awake in my bed. It is our last day off. Martin Luther King Day. Jane's warm body is wrapped around my back, her right hand on my belly. I could forever stay here. I think about the past week.

Nine days and ten nights, with a small break on last Monday, only Jane and I. Jane and I and a lot of profound conversations, a lot of fun and more than a lot of divine love and fabulous orgasms.

On Wednesday I got tickets for TD Garden, Boston Celtics versus Minenesota Timberwolves. Celtics won 113:96. I never saw a basketball game. I would do it anytime again.

I love to see her having fun and she had a lot of fun. I let her eat and drink whatever she wanted without nagging about her dietary-habits. I bought actual season jerseys for both of us. In gratitude for a perfect night from a Rizzoli-point of view I got a sleepless night and four spectacular climaxes. One in the shower, one onto the sink in the bathroom and two in bed.

On Thursday she offered do something I like and we went to the Museum of Science. Although she would never admit it I am sure she had fun. Afterwards we had dinner at Blackstrap BBQ.

Bribing Jane with food of her choice performs miracles. I really don't know from where she gets her endurance but on Friday I am exhausted in a way that I am voluntary spend the day in bed with takeout for lunch and dinner, hours of cuddling and out of consideration to my sore body just one round of tenderly but not less intense lovemaking.

Saturday we went together to Letterie's Italian and to Central Seafood Market and afterwards I couldn't stop being amazed. Jane Rizzoli is a phenomenally cook. She made me promise to never tell her mother, otherwise she will never cooking with me again.

It wasn't implicit the meal we cooked, although it was delicious. It was the way we interact which made me unbelievable happy and in love all over again.

After I prepared all ingredients on the counter to start dinner I felt Jane pressed up against my back. She slid her arms around me.

"You need some help there, Maura?" she whispered.

"I'm not sure you are helping with being this near to me," I answered faintly.

"Nah, I have some secretly skills," she murmured.

"I am sure you have but that wouldn't help getting dinner ready," I groaned.

Jane shook her head lightly. "Nah, nah, Doctor. You are guessing here," she laughed.

"What are we cooking anyway?" she asked.

"Black Sea turbot 'caprese' with ricotta ravioli," I answered.

"That sounds pretty fancy," she smiled and roamed through the ingredients. "Pomodoro San Marzano dell'Agro Sarnese Nocerino, Mozzarella di Bufala Campana," she whispered as she touched tomatoes and the buffalo mozzarella.

I must have looked at her in shock, because she answered. "What. Just 'cause my fridge only holds beer, cheese, ketchup and olives doesn't mean I have no idea. Look I am not as fancy as you are and I don't care for your niminy-piminy food but my Nonna taught me a lot about cooking and the basic foodstuffs. I couldn't even tell you what kind of fish that is if you would hold a gun to my head. But…, I can cook."

"Are you leading or I?" she whispered rough directly beneath my ear and caused me to shiver. It took me some seconds to remember why she would ask such a thing.

I took hold of her hands. With our right hands we took the knife and on the left side the foods changed while we handled them.

"Well your fingers are capable to more than to slash dead bodies," she rasped as we filleted the fish.

"I thought I already demonstrated the abilities of my fingers more than once," I smirked back.

"Wow, Dr. Isles you are some pretty, sassy ass there," she breathed and I wiggled the same as called against her pelvis.

"Mhh. Have I ever told you how good your hair smell, Maura." Her nose nuzzled trough my locks. "Do you want to know what's my 'Pavlov's Dog' is?"

I giggled but didn't correct her.

"Well obviously your smell but what get's me every time is that damn clicking of your heels. That's like a hypnotising drumbeat." She pushed my front softly against the counter. "If I knew there would be hope that you know what I mean I would tell you it's like in Jumanji."

I had to laugh. "If you believe it or not, I have watched it. Involuntarily, but I have watched it. So I know exactly what you are referring to."

She trapped my fingers between hers and grabbed the salt grinder. "Well… I would really like to know how you where forced to watch such an useless stuff."

I chuckled about her remark but my face went sad as I thought about it. "During an internship, there was a small child. Terminally ill. An orphan child. Nobody came to see this child and one afternoon I mustered all my courage and sat down beside his bed and watched him sleeping. As he woke he smiled so brightly it nearly broke my heart. So we ended up watching this movie together."

"Wow…," she whispered and as sad as this story ended for the little boy and for me, I was not willed to let our mood shift. I turned my head and kissed her pulse point.

I moved our hands again and we filled the fish with tomatoes, mozzarella and basil. Put some olive oil into the pan and while it fried we cooked the raviolis. We prepared pesto and picked a wine together. All of it my back pressed to her front, fingers interlaced.

We served the food and sat down in front of the fire place onto the floor and fed each other.

It wasn't that we had profound conversations during our cooking or endless laughed, it was the fact that it was never too much to be close to her that made it so invaluable for me. Jane already felt like my own skin, belonging to me.

I teased her over two hours before I released her and she endowed me with her unbelievable gifted tongue.

Sunday morning she surprised me with an oddly substantial breakfast in bed and we had lunch at Café Rossettis before we made the way home.

Sunday dinner at Rizzoli's appeared as acutely complicated. Thanks to my tinted windows they did not caught us 'in flagrante delicto' kissing in their driveway. But once inside it was difficultly not to cause their attention.

My first mistake was to wear a skirt. I hadn't thought about Jane and her touchy-feely fingers. So I spent the evening stammering, blushing, breath- and speechless and the worst of it I was highly aroused.

My second mistake was to be aroused and my third was to drown my wine in hopes of calming my nerves.

I am sure my whole behaviour was one awkward scenario.

But as Jane would say 'Payback is a bitch'. And said bitch was waiting behind my front door.

She has baseball practice today and I am not sure she can even walk properly.

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Next chapter we'll get the story moving… :)