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Jane awoke to the sounds of Maura bustling about the room. There was the clink of a spoon in a coffee mug, the sliding of a tray across the top of a dresser, the scrape of a knife on toast.
Jane opened her eyes slowly, letting the events of the night before replay in her mind. Maura, naked on the bed. Maura, allowing her to explore and learn. Maura, crying out in pleasure. Maura, tucked under her arm, sleeping soundly.
"Good morning," Maura said softly, having heard Jane's rustling, but having not turned around yet. She was facing the dresser, straightening everything on the breakfast tray.
"Good mo-" Jane trailed off as Maura turned around. Her face was radiant, cheeks glowing pink, lips decadent, eyes sparkling. And her silk robe was open, draping off her arms and shoulders tantalizingly, showing even more tantalizing peeks of skin.
"Interested in some breakfast?" Maura waggled her eyebrows and did the little shimmy that she did when she was teasing. It caused her robe to open a bit more and expose a hard, pink nipple.
Jane could smell Maura on her from the night before. Between that and the sight before her, she couldn't help but sit up, step away from the bed and slide her hands around Maura's naked waist.
"I'm definitely interested in breakfast," she murmured, nuzzling Maura's neck, causing the ME to groan despite herself.
Maura pushed Jane back gently, and tried to put on a stern face. It came off as more of a smirk. "Jane. I'm serious. You have to eat to keep up your strength. I know you're almost completely healed from your surgery, but there's no sense in backsliding-"
Jane covered Maura's mouth with her own. She could taste strawberries and… Maura. Now that Jane had had a taste of what it was like to trail her long fingers down the smooth planes of Maura's body, she could think of nothing else.
Maura pulled away again. She took a strawberry from the tray and pushed Jane back toward the bed. "You have to eat."
Jane nodded.
"And you have to play fair."
Jane's eyebrows dipped. "What do you mean? Play fair?"
Maura moved forward, just as Jane had done the night before, causing Jane to take a few steps back and fall slowly to the bed. "It's my turn now," Maura said, her voice a luscious purr. "You're not the only one here hungry for an investigation." She painted her lips with the strawberry, ran her tongue slowly around the red fruit, and then she pressed it onto Jane's lips. Jane bit the strawberry, juice dripping down her chin. She reached up to wipe the drips away, but Maura stilled her hand.
Maura climbed onto the bed, straddling Jane and moved forward, causing Jane to shimmy back toward the headboard. Jane leaned back as Maura began to lick the strawberry juice from her chin.
"Is this OK?" Maura murmured as she straddled Jane's reclined body. Maura's robe was completely open, exposing her glorious nakedness, creating a curtain around their two bodies. Her lips trailed down Jane's neck, one hand pressed on the headboard next to Jane's ear, the other toying with the hem on Jane's tank top. The tank top that Jane had been wearing since yesterday. The tank top that was hiding so much underneath.
In answer to Maura's question, Jane reached down and swiftly pulled the tank over her head, causing Maura to sit back for a moment. Jane tossed the shirt to the floor. Her olive skin shined in the early morning light that filtered through the window. Her dark nipples tightened at the coolness of the room.
Maura sucked in a breath as she saw what lay before her. "Oh, Jane," she whispered. She shimmied out of her robe and let it drop, in one liquid movement, to the floor. She slid to one side, propping herself up on an elbow, her breasts gently brushing Jane's side. Maura trailed her fingertips along Jane's collarbone.
"Scapula," Maura whispered, leaning over to kiss Jane's shoulder. "Clavicle." Her breath was hot as she glided her lips down Jane's collarbone, causing Jane to make little "mmm" noises. Maura's fingers skimmed over the divot in Jane's neck and she breathed the words, "Suprasternal notch," just before her tongue left a searing swirl around the spot where her fingers had just been.
Jane's back arched ever so slightly as Maura's investigation grew tantalizingly close to her breasts. And as much as Jane wanted to grab Maura's face and press it into her, she stayed as still as possible, transfixed by Maura's slow, gloriously agonizing movements.
"Sternum," Maura whispered as she pressed her breasts into Jane's side, leaning over to kiss the red line down the center of Jane's chest. "Scar," she breathed.
Maura slid her hands across Jane's abdomen. "Scar," she said again, as her feather light touches traced what remained of the entry wound from Jane's point-blank gunshot from years ago. She moved her mouth down Jane's sternum, across her abdomen, and kissed the scar. Jane sucked in a breath. Maura's eyes opened, huge, liquid with desire. She looked up at Jane.
"OK?" Maura asked. She hoped she looked calm and in control, even though her heart was pounding so hard it ached.
Jane nodded, her face twisted in pleasure… and something else.
Maura continued her exploration, moving back up Jane's body, feeling the smoothness of Jane's skin and the trail of goosebumps her mouth was leaving behind. "Pilomotor reflex," she murmured, running her hands over the goosebumps. "The same reflex that does this…" She brushed her palm over Jane's left nipple, causing it to tighten quickly. Jane gasped and gripped the bedspread.
"You know," Maura said, her voice low, her tongue flicking gently across Jane's nipple. "There is some argument in the medical literature about whether women and men have the same amount of nerve endings in their nipples." She closed her mouth over Jane's entire areola and sucked lusciously. Jane's hands flew from the bedspread and grabbed the sides of Maura's head. Jane groaned. Loudly. Maura smiled around her sucking.
"I think you can probably imagine which side of the argument I fall on," Maura said, mouth full.
"Maura," Jane gasped, her voice raspy, sounding almost as if she were in pain. "Too much. Talking." Between each word she breathed out deeply as Maura rolled her tongue over and over Jane's nipple, her hand gently squeezing Jane's other breast, her own breasts pressed firmly into the side of Jane's torso, taut nipples making their presence known.
"I endured your investigation, Jane," Maura said, moving her hand from Jane's breast and placing a shushing finger over Jane's flushed lips. "Now you have to endure mine."
Jane, without even thinking about what she was doing, took Maura's finger into her mouth and sucked. Maura made some "mmm" noises of her own before she pulled her finger away and resumed her slow expedition down Jane's body.
"Umbilicus," Maura murmured, circling her tongue in and out of Jane's belly button. "Obliques," she whispered, squeezing her hands on both sides of Jane's abdomen, making the detective squirm from the tickles.
Maura perched on elbows and knees, with Jane's body underneath her, her mouth at belly button level, her hands sliding from Jane's sides and dipping under Jane to caress the skin of Jane's lower back. Jane arched her back both as a response to Maura's touch, and to give hands more room to roam.
"I knew you'd like this," Maura whispered into Jane's belly button, her fingers skimming Jane's firm ass and then resting lightly on her outer thighs. She held the detective in this loving, awkward embrace, before looking up to see Jane staring down at her. Jane's eyes black and smoldering, her hair tousled to one side and falling over her shoulder in unruly curls. Jane looking more beautiful than any human had a right to look.
They held this stare for several beats, both breathing hard, no one saying a word. Then Maura hooked her thumbs along the elastic of Jane's panties and pulled them swiftly off. She slid her face lower down Jane's abdomen, kissing as she went. She used her hands to push Jane's knees up into a bending position, to spread her legs just enough.
Maura's nose barely brushed Jane's damp black curls and she inhaled deeply, exhaling with a sigh so relaxed, so happy, she surprised herself. "You know in both Hindu and Taoist religions, cunnilingus is regarded as way to increase longevity." Jane's only response was to throw her head back so hard it banged against the headboard.
Maura's tongue started low and slowly made its way up Jane's slit, causing Jane to bite her lower lip and desperately try not to cry out.
"The idea is that, if you imbibe the female wetness, you feed your own chi." Maura's tongue dipped lower… not quite, but nearly penetrating Jane's incredibly wet opening. Jane thrust her hips into Maura's mouth and Maura responded, licking torturously slow up to Jane's clit and then sucking gently, so gently.
"Fuck," Jane groaned. "Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck…."
Maura slid two fingers inside Jane and marveled over the velvety slickness. As she pumped her fingers in and out, and she sucked gently at Jane's clit, Maura couldn't help but remove herself from the situation for just the briefest of moments. She saw herself, naked, sweating, face buried in Jane's delectable pussy. She saw Jane, hips arched, head thrown back, cheeks blazing red, breasts heaving. And she thought about how, after everything that had happened, after everything they'd been through, after all the years of ignoring feelings or denying feelings or whatever it was they had done, they were here now. On her bed. On a Sunday morning. Doing this. Together.
Together.
Jane cried out, bucking and thrashing against Maura's mouth. Maura gripped Jane's hips, riding the waves, memorizing every sensation of the moment, and when Jane finally settled down, Maura crawled up her body, kissing the swells and planes and scars, and grinding her own wetness into Jane's thigh. When she reached Jane's mouth she kissed those ruby lips as if they were her last meal.
Jane's response was fierce, feral. She kissed the ME with a passion she'd never felt until now, noises exploded from her throat that she'd never made before. Jane's hands gripped Maura's ass so hard Maura knew she'd have bruises, but she didn't care. She wanted to consume Jane She wanted Jane to consume her. But mostly, she wanted Jane to want to consume her.
And want she did.
Jane flipped Maura, her expression tight, serious, intense. Her hands roamed over Maura's throat, her breasts, her stomach, and then Jane slammed her fingers into Maura, startling her with the intense pounding, the ferocity.
It felt so fucking good, Maura was seeing colors fly around the room. And yet… something seemed not quite right. Jane seemed too focused, almost angry.
"Jane," Maura whispered.
Jane pounded her with three fingers and then four.
"Jane!" Maura cried out, pushing herself up and away, putting a hand on Jane's shoulder, pressing gently to get her point across. "Whoa."
Jane was breathing hard, her face damp with sweat, her eyes hollow, lost… scared?
Maura tugged at Jane's arms, pulling her down onto her chest, feeling their heartbeats pound and mingle as their breasts pressed into each other.
"I'm sorry, Maura," Jane finally whispered, her breath warm on Maura's neck. "It all just feels so good, and my brain… my brain keeps telling me that it's wrong. That I'm wrong. That I shouldn't be doing this. That I should be punished. That we should be punished. That-"
"Shhh," Maura said, smoothing Jane's hair, waiting for both of their heart rates to slow. After a thoughtful moment she said, "You know I'm a by-rules kind of woman, right?"
Jane nodded.
"Well, I can tell you, from a scientist's point of view, there is nothing wrong with this. You hear me?"
Jane nodded again, taking a hard, deep, shaky breath.
"Human sexuality is a continuum, Jane. Love is imprecise." Maura paused for a moment, unsure if she should continue, but then continuing nonetheless. "And if you're worried about God, well… God is love. Right? Isn't that what you've been taught?"
Another nod from Jane.
Maura continued, "If love is imprecise, and God is love, well, by the transitive property, that makes God imprecise. Just like you're imprecise. Just like I'm imprecise. Just like everyone is. Because God is in everyone, Jane." Maura kept talking, finding her way as she went. "The Universe is in everyone. And if what's inside you says that it feels good to be with another woman, no one can argue with that. Those feelings are written by stardust, by the tiny particles of the universe-at-large that make up what's inside you. That stardust, that Godliness, that continuum of humanity… it's what makes you you, Jane Clementine Rizzoli. And no can tell you that you can't be you."
Jane rolled over onto her side, propped by an elbow and stared at Maura, her mouth slightly open, her bottom lip tucked under her top teeth.
"You're so weird and wonderful," Jane whispered with a smile. Then her smile was replaced by a furrowed brow. "I love you so much it hurts."
"I love you, too, Jane. So, so much," Maura whispered back.
"No, for real," Jane gasped, her forehead dipping and making contact with Maura's forehead. "It hurts." Her hand went to the scar on her chest, her face went white, her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Jane?" Maura said, grabbing the sides of Jane's head, "Jane?!"
But Jane didn't respond. Her hand fell limply away from her chest, her head lolled on her shoulders.
"Jane!" Maura shouted again, her voice filling with panic, "JANE!"