SKIP IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT MY RAMBLINGS: I interrupt your fluffiness to bring you this very important message. Thank you all so much for the reviews and comments about the previous chapter. Seeing the support & interest in what is to come was inspiration enough for me to bang it out today. So thank you, keep it up and I'll most likely update more often. Side note, these chapters are starting to get a little more "dirty" if you will and I have absolutely no idea what I am doing in this department. This is my first fanfic ever and it's probably risk for me to just dive into this kind of stuff without the personal or professional experience. But, whatever, enough about my lonely life. Back to what we're all here for: the image of Jane Rizzoli barely wearing clothes getting all sweaty and greasy under a motorcycle. Also, quick shout out to my neighborhood friends whose conversation is basically the freckle and mole observation.
Fueling the Engine
Maura decided on the creamy gold sundress to offset the dark blue bikini underneath. The dress fell a few inches above her knees and showed enough yoga toned legs to capture Jane's attention. The heat between the two of them had grown tremendously after their first date, especially after the chocolatey make out session in Maura office. Maura did not care about moving too fast with Jane because it did not feel like they were using each other or taking advantage of the other, it just felt right. After applying a light amount of makeup to her face and sunscreen to her already lightly tanned and freckled skin, Maura decided that she was ready to go. She picked up the bottle of wine she had bought for the occasion and the tray of Jane's favorite cucumber sandwiches and headed out the door. She did not care that she was going to get there at noon, four hours before the party even started. She wouldn't even have to lie about the reasons for showing up early, she wanted to help set up and she was intent on seeing Jane in a baiting suit for as long as possible.
After exiting her car, Maura headed towards the front porch of the house. She heard clamoring in the garage followed by a low grunt which she reasoned was most likely one of the Rizzoli's trying to get something ready for the party. She knocked softly on the door and was greeted by a very stunned Angela Rizzoli.
"Maura! It's good to see you," she began and then hugged her "You're about four hours early though." Angela laughed as she moved out of the way to let Maura into the house.
"I'm sorry... I hope you don't mind. I wanted to help out in anyway I could. Thank you again for allowing me to attend this family gathering." Maura smiled.
"Oh, no thanks necessary, dear. After all, you're practically family. Even more so now that you and my Janie are in a relationship."
In that moment, Maura was very thankful that she had already placed the wine and food on the counter because she would have otherwise dropped it to the floor. Her face grew red and she suddenly became very nervous and speechless.
"I-I didn't know Jane had told you all" Maura tried.
"She couldn't keep that a secret if her life depended on it!" Angela laughed "She showed up here the day after your first date all smiling and happy... Where do you think Jane gets her detective skills from? It didn't take long for me to piece together that it had something to do with you. Every time I see that girl smiling she is talking about you."
Maura blushed at the thought of Jane gushing to her mother about Maura. She knew Jane was a softie underneath all that muscle and cop persona. Maura smiled, "So, you're okay...with all of this?"
"Okay with it? I'm thrilled! I've never seen Jane this happy before. She hasn't even given me any grief for the past few weeks. She even kissed my cheek the other day and told me she loved me! She hasn't done that since she was 3!" The two women laughed together before Maura asked where the subject of their conversation was anyway. Angela answered, "I don't know she's been here every day after work working on something in that damned garage. Always making a whole bunch of noise and grunting around like a man. Won't let anyone in there either. She locks herself in that steaming garage with all the doors closed. Go through this door here in the kitchen, she won't stop doing what she's doing she'll just start yelling at ya. You can try to get her, maybe you'll be the exception." Angela teased before busying herself with preparations for the party.
Maura turned the knob slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Lucky for her, Jane was grunting and growling and yelling about something not fitting right so the sound Maura walking around the garage looking for the source of all the noise was muffled. After a minute of weaving around Angela's car, some old bikes, and cardboard boxes labeled 'Christmas', Maura found Jane at the far corner of the garage. Tool boxes surrounded her, each with drawers open and tools all mixed around. At the center of this circled in workspace was an old motorcycle that looked like it could be from when Jane was in high school. It did not look it's age though, it looked as if had been recently restored. The motorcycle was raised up on some cylinder blocks, and lying on a longboard rolling underneath the cycle and making an insane amount of noise was Jane Rizzoli
From Maura's point of view, it did not look like Jane was wearing any pants. Maura's eyes scanned up the impossibly long and lean legs that were draped over the sides of the longboard meaning Jane's legs were spread, open and inviting. As Maura crouched to the floor, she could see that Jane was wearing old ripped jean shorts with a tight white tank that rose up slightly exposing Jane's lower waist. Maura could also see the strength in Jane's arms as she twisted and banged on metal above her, determination and focus looked beautiful on Jane's slightly sweaty and greasy face that was too focused on the task at hand to notice Maura at her feet. Maura waited for Jane to finish twisting about and drop her hands back to her side before she grabbed the end of the longboard and pulled hard which propelled the rest of Jane's body to slide underneath the cycle. At first, Jane looked angry to be disturbed, but when she saw Maura standing above her, looking down and smiling, she could only rise to her feet and do the same.
"Hey! You're early" Jane started and then went in to kiss Maura. Her efforts were halted by a determined hand.
"Ah! Not so fast, Jane Rizzoli" Maura began as she lowered her brow "You're dirty, sweaty, and greasy. And... I didn't know you told your mother about us."
Jane took a step back, shrugged her shoulders and let her arms dangle in defeat to her sides. "I'm sorry, Maura. Ma's known for a while and doesn't take a genius to see how much happier I've been since well, you." Jane tried and weakly twisted her hands at the confession.
Maura lowered her head, brought her hands to her own hips, and began shaking it back and forth slowly. She let out a small scoff.
"What?" Jane asked, confused at what was occurring.
"I'm glad you're mother knows, Jane."
"Why's that?" Jane tried.
Maura took a step closer to Jane, who took a step back and was now dangerously close to the garage work bench. Maura bit her bottom lip before looking up at Jane with a teasing smile. "Well... for starters, because it means no one is going to ask questions when I do this." Maura finished. Jane went to ask what but was stopped just as her mouth slightly opened. Instead of words coming out, Maura's tongue was teasing in. Before Jane could even account for it, Maura had Jane's back against the work bench. Jane could feel her knees giving out as the power and control was taken from her. Normally, Jane was the strong, dominating, passionate kisser. But this time, she was surprised she hadn't been reduced to mush. Maura's hands gripped tightly onto Jane's lean hips, her thumbs creating small circles against Jane's hips while the rest of her fingers latched onto a muscled back. Maura pulled back from the kiss not only to see the look on Jane's face, but to take a step closer, to place one of her legs between Jane's. Maura rested her knee against the work bench which lifted her muscled thigh dangerously close to the meeting point of Jane's legs. The skin-to-skin contact made both women moan, Jane closed her eyes and dropped her head slightly back only to have it pulled back into another warm, wet, heated, and passionate kiss. Maura let their tongues dance slowly together and she hugged close to Jane's waist. Jane, in turn, dropped her hand to Maura's waist where she was holding on for dear life. Trying to take back control, Jane maneuvered her hands lower until they were settled under Maura's rear. Jane grabbed and tried to lift and spin so that their positions would switch without having to break the kiss. At the feel of Jane's strong hands gripping her rear, Maura gasped and broke the kiss because of it. They stood starting at each other for a second, their short and quick breaths mixing with each other as they stared into darkened eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips.
"Sorry for grabbing your ass," Jane deadpanned "I was trying to switch us around."
"I know what you were trying to do, Jane. But it won't work with me. I'm bossy too, remember? just in the cute and polite way."
"Nothing...about... that" Jane began waving her hands around referencing the earlier situation "was polite." she finished with a scoff.
"Agreed." Maura laughed before taking full advantage of their proximity and position, "And neither is this." She did a painfully slow body roll that started at her shoulders and travelled all the way down to her knees. The move pushed their chests together, hips greeted hips, and Maura's thigh rose slightly, the skin tickling against the fray of the old jeans. Jane moaned and leaned forward, trying to capture Maura in another kiss. But, she was too late, Maura had already moved and was quickly swaying back into the house to help Angela with the preparations leaving Jane in a dazed state.
About an hour later, after Jane had banged out some of her frustrations on the motorcycle, she entered the kitchen dripping in sweat, hair up in a loose pony tail. Maura's mouth opened slightly at the sight and froze like that. Maura watched closely as a bead of sweat raced down Jane's face and then took it's sweet time going around her jaw before going even slower down Jane's tightened neck. It took a turn at her collar bone and then raced down to join other sweat beads in between Jane's breasts. Jane glanced over while shooting water into her mouth and saw Maura in a frozen state while she watched a sweaty Jane move about the kitchen. Deciding that she was going to start torturing Maura now the way Maura had just did in the garage, Jane dropped the water bottle to the counter and stood facing Maura- making sure to get eye contact. Jane dropped her arms to the side and then crossed them over her waist. She gripped at the bottom of the tank on both sides and then started to pull the tank up at an incredibly slow pace- just to torture Maura who stood not breathing, only watching as the tank rose and rolled above each muscled curve in Jane's abs. After rising over the small curve of Jane's breasts, which were being contained by a simple white sports bra, Jane pulled the tank over her head and tossed it into the nearby laundry room.
"I'm going to go shower... You gonna be okay here?" Jane asked as she stood on the opposite side of the kitchen, leaning against the counter. Maura's mouth was still open, her brain still trying to process the strip tease she just witnessed. She could only nod weakly which Jane knew meant she had been successful in her torture leaving Maura with thoughts of Jane, naked, and dripping wet in the shower.
A half hour later, Jane returned down to the kitchen, her wet hair up in a loose bun, her hand reached up and behind her back, holding the black strings in place. As she entered the kitchen she said, "Maura, ya mind tying this for me?" Maura looked up to see Jane standing before her in barely anything more than a black bikini. She had left her light denim jeans on but the slip of the bathing suit made them drop slightly below her waist. Jane turned around and released her grip on the strings. Maura's cool and careful fingers took their time tying a tight knot around Jane's neck. But everything else in Maura was racing. Her nose was taking in the scent of a freshly showered Jane who smelled like lavender and vanilla, her eyes the sight of a strong, tanned back just inches from her. After completing the knot, Jane spun around quickly and reached her arms around Maura's waist, pulling her in closely before placing a quick kiss on her lips and then pulling back and away to help in kitchen.
The two worked side by incredibly close side for the next hour preparing for the party. While working, they shared stolen glances, and gazed longingly while the other was too occupied to notice. The close and careful examination yielded some interesting results. Jane noted that Maura had an insane amount of freckles across the expanse of her chest. Jane was filled with the overwhelming desire to kiss and suck each one until you could no longer distinguish freckle from hickey. And Maura, in turn, noted a trail of moles down Jane's left hip. A line that moved closer and closer to Jane's center. And when the added weight of a cell phone into loose jeans dropped Jane's pant line lower, Maura noted the top of mole directly in the center of Jane's body, just barely below the bikini line. Maura thought the line looked like an invitation to Jane's center. An invitation her tongue was most definitely going to take at a later date.
By 4:30, all of the party guests had arrived and were now all scattered across the property. The men and younger male cousins were playing a game of football, the girls and ladies were gathered around the table having a tea party. Frankie was entertaining a group of kids in the pool with a game of sharks and minos. And other adults were scattered among the backyard chatting happily with each other. Jane held tightly to Maura's hand as they walked around to each and every single member of the family to say their hellos. Maura couldn't help but smile when they reached Uncle Tony and Aunt Maria, who, after hearing Maura introduced as Jane's girlfriend wished her luck in taming the wild Jane Rizzoli.
By 9:00, all of the extended family had left and Frankie and Angela were finishing cleaning up the backyard. Maura offered to help, but she was told that she was not allowed to, and instead, Angela handed Maura a flashlight and told her to go meet Jane out by the back shed. Maura did as she was told. As she reached the shed, she heard the unmistakeable 'dammit' angrily leave Jane's mouth. Maura walked behind the shed to find Jane poking around in the fire pit.
"You okay, Jane?" Maura asked.
"Yeah, just got a little too close to the flame that's all. Here, sit" Jane insisted and then pointed to the bench facing the warm fire. Maura followed her instructions and sat down on the bench. Jane followed immediately behind and sat down next to Maura. Jane wrapped her arm around Maura's shoulders and placed a kiss to her cheek before settling back to the fire. Maura smiled and then dropped her head to Jane's shoulder and snuggled close.
Jane ran her fingers through Maura's hair before placing a kiss there. "Maura, thanks for coming today."
"Thank you for inviting me" Maura smiled back.
"Wouldn't want to be here with anyone else" Jane added and then took Maura's lips in her own. They pulled back and just sat in comfortable silence for a while- listening to the sounds of crackling wood and chirping crickets.
"Jane?" Maura said while raising her head to look up at Jane's.
"Hmm?"
"We were so so busy earlier helping with everything and saying hellos and such that we never really did get to go in the pool." Maura stated and Jane laughed.
"Maura, would you like to go for a swim?"
"Well- seeing as your mom is closing the pool tomorrow and we're already in our bathing suits, it would silly for not to-" she was cut off by a kiss.
"Say no more. Your wish, is my command!" Jane shouted as she stood from the bench.
"You're so cheesy, Jane. Couldn't you at least try to be a little more original?" Maura teased.
"Oh, that's it! Come 'ere!" Jane pulled Maura up from the bench and then quickly bent down and lifted Maura by the waist and flung her over her shoulders. Jane couldn't focus on Maura's breasts against her back, or how Maura's rear was bouncing in her peripheral vision, couldn't take note of Maura's strong legs kicking trying to get out of Jane's impossibly strong hold. She was on a mission with one simple task: throw Maura in the pool.
Jane laughed the entire way to the pool as Maura screamed begging to be put down.
"Jane Rizzoli, don't you dare throw me in this pool!" Maura screamed as Jane reached the edge.
"Or what?" she challenged.
"Or I'll..I'll! I don't know yet! Just put me down! JANE!"
Jane could only laugh, and with a quick tap to Maura's rear and an even quicker kiss to the top of her legs, Jane released Maura and brought her down to the ground.
"Thank you" Maura breathed. Jane smiled a patent Rizzoli smirk and with a gentle push watched as Maura fell backwards into the pool. When she came back up for air, Jane was almost doubled over laughing.
"Fine, Jane. You win." Maura laughed as she spit water from her mouth.
"Oh, yeah? And what's my prize?" Jane countered.
Maura reached a hand behind her back, "Jump in and find out."