Unfortunately, the prompt update I had promised wasn't fulfilled… I'm very sorry about that! Within the next 2 weeks I'll be finished with my surgical rotation, so I'll have more time for this story… And possibly begin on another! Thank you to the regulars for your reviews and positive words, and thank you to the new people who have followed and favourited! This is a shorter chapter with some smut to lighten the atmosphere (or not); we'll get back to Doyle's take-down in the next chapter. Nearly there! Let's get on with it!
Both women breathed a loud sigh of relief as they watched the cars pulling out of the driveway. Dinner had been both light-hearted – as all Rizzoli dinners were – but serious too, and Jane's enquiry into the Doyle situation was an indication of her continuing recovery. They were all humbled by the strength and determination that Jane exuded, and the image of the broken, injured and terrified woman they carried with them from the days of her hospital stay and the weeks after was replaced with the image of a proud, powerful detective ready to wrest back control of her life. Angela, Frankie, Frost and Korsak all left with a smile on their face and hope in their hearts – it seemed that things would be fine, in the end. So long as the true Jane – the one that had become the first female homicide detective; the one who had shot through herself to end the standoff between Bobby Marino and the BPD officers in order to save her brother and Maura – was back, there was nothing that could prevent justice from prevailing. When Jane was around, it always did!
The detective shut the front door after having waved the guests off, and turned around with the intention of finding Maura. The ME was directly behind her, causing a flash of fear and panic that Jane quickly stifled. The honey-blonde stood there – stone-still and as beautiful as any sculpture by the artists of old – and stared at Jane. The brunette was momentarily confused by the unwavering attention… But then she looked into Maura's eyes. The hazel had darkened into a greenish hue, and her pupils had enlarged, nearly obscuring the irises; never had Jane been confronted with a look filled with such love and lust.
With 2 steps Jane had her arms around the smaller woman, and their lips met fiercely. Jane's arms clutched Maura's feminine hips, while the doctor's arms wound around her neck. Mouths opened hungrily and their tongues were quick to enter and explore the warm, wet cavity; they duelled, pushing against each other, until Maura yielded – not out of weakness, but rather out of a desire to taste the detective's tongue more thoroughly – and Jane's tongue was enveloped by soft, moist lips as she thrust inside Maura's mouth. They both moaned at the contact.
Jane's hands moved downwards to grasp the ME's buttocks and pull her even tighter against herself, and she moved her leg between those of the blonde; Maura's core – already exceedingly wet – dribbled fluid into her panties. She jerked her hips as the strong thigh pressed against the apex of her legs, and clutched desperately at the back of Jane's shirt. Both pulled back slightly to take a breath, lest they forget this vital function as they became lost in each other. Their eyes met, and closed their swollen, parted lips as they swallowed thickly.
"Are you sure about this, Jane?" Maura husked after catching her breath sufficiently to allow speech. Their position hadn't changed, yet this question brought them infinitely closer. That Maura still thought of Jane's wellbeing even when caught up in this frenzy of desire, nearly brought tears to the detective's eyes. But she had cried enough. Now was a time for new beginnings, a time when past pains could be healed, and Jane was honoured and awed that Maura would choose to begin this journey with her.
There was no question of what Jane's response would be: "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Maur. I love you, and both my heart and my body are yours." Maura, less able to control her lachrymal glands and the effect of her amygdala on them, let a few tears escape. What she had felt for Garrett and even for Ian, was not love; nothing she had experienced before even came close to the feelings she had for Jane. Although she did not believe in any god, Maura thanked the universe for bringing her together with this amazing woman in her embrace.
Jane kissed the few tears that had trickled down the doctor's cheeks; she kissed her eyes, her nose, and finally, her mouth. This time, the kiss was gentle yet no less passionate than before. With the joining of their mouths they felt their souls coming together, and their tongues – pilgrims in a land yet to be explored – took the time to discover the wonders of this new experience. Their lips danced softly together, moving to a tune of their own design. Maura's hands trailed down the detective's clothed back, and she yanked the shirt free of the jeans. Desperate to feel skin, she quickly moved below the brunette's clothing to trail her hand up the scalloped spin; Maura thought fleetingly that Jane was still a little thin, but she was summarily distracted from these thoughts by the tongue that was tracing the pulse in her neck.
"Bedroom, now," Jane growled into Maura's neck, and stepped back while grabbing the hand behind her. Without another word, they basically ran into the master bedroom and slammed the door shut. They stared at each other for a moment, both unable to believe that they had finally reached this point; there was no time to be nervous or uncertain, neither having slept with a woman before, as Jane took a step towards her soon-to-be lover. She put her hands on the doctor's shoulders, then moved downwards over the front of her torso. Encountering the gentle mound of Maura's breast, Jane gently pinched the nipples that had pebbled through the thin fabric; she was immediately met with a moan, as Maura threw her head back. But Jane continued her journey downwards and reached the hem of the doctor's blouse; at the same maddening speed with which she had travelled downwards, she now moved up while taking the blouse with her.
The red bra that had been revealed, encasing creamy breasts, caused saliva to gush into Jane's mouth… And a gush further down. She trailed a finger over the cleavage not hidden, and then reached behind the doctor to unsnap the bra. The sight of rosy-brown nipples – hard in anticipation – caused Jane's eyes to widen. "Beautiful," she whispered, seemingly to herself, as she took the globes into her scarred hands; they fit perfectly. Lifting them up slightly to feel their ample weight, she moved her mouth quickly to encase one of the nipples standing at attention; if possible, it hardened even more. Swirling her tongue around the areola and tweaking the other nipple with her hands, Jane elicited another series of moans… Some of them her own. It was like satin in her mouth, and she felt like a rich merchant as she sampled the goods before her. She switched to the other breast, not wanting it to feel neglected, and took her time to lave it thoroughly.
Soon enough, Jane's mouth and tongue blazed a path from Maura's breast down to her navel, where the detective used her tongue to reach deep inside. She reached the exceedingly soft skin of Maura's lower abdomen, just above the skirt that hid the treasure Jane was desperate to find. The detective opened the zip of the skirt and hastily removed the offending article of clothing. She stopped to stare in awe; rising to her feet and stepping back slightly, Jane took in the sight of the perfection before her. The indescribably beautiful doctor stood in just a pair of red lace panties, and she didn't shift self-consciously as the nearly black eyes raked down her body. Without warning, Maura was grabbed around the hips and led backwards towards the bed, falling down onto the mattress as her knees met the edge.
Realising that her detective was still fully clothed as she lay sprawled nearly completely naked, Maura managed to say, "You're wearing too much, Jane. Undress." Jane merely smiled in acknowledgment but ignored the blonde's suggestion. Maura's feet were on the ground while the rest of her body lay back; Jane removed the lace panties, appreciating the scent with which they had been imbued, and tossed them away. The brunette parted the doctor's legs and trailed her fingers up the inside of her thighs, growing heady with the smell of Maura's arousal. The ME gasped as she felt the hands getting ever closer to her centre, and opened her legs wider still to accommodate Jane, who had by now knelt between them.
Maura jerked and sprang up as she felt the tongue touch her labia, and then trace up and down on each mound alongside her vulva; Jane's hands firmly pushed down on the doctor's abdomen, and the blonde reclined onto her elbows in order to see the head between her legs. She had never seen anything more erotic. Tongue met slick folds, and Jane took a moment to appreciate the tangy juices; she hummed in approval. Jane's tongue circled the doctor's opening, and Maura's panting became even more laboured as the anticipation reached a crescendo. Finally, oh finally, Jane was in! She pushed her tongue as deeply into the honey-blonde's vagina as she could reach, her nose coming to rest on the hooded clitoris. Maura couldn't help the gasped "oh" that escaped, and neither could she stop the shiver when Jane's tongue withdrew and was replaced by two fingers.
Using her free hand, the detective pulled back the protective covering over the throbbing bundle of nerves, and promptly sucked it into her mouth. Maura's moans were nearly continuous now, growing louder in volume with each second that passed. When Jane used her teeth to bite lightly on the hardened nub, the doctor came undone. The climax was beyond anything she had ever experienced, and she felt her juices gush out into Jane's palm. But Jane continued to suck; and Maura had another orgasm, and then another, until she had to push the head away.
The brunette stood up quickly, her face glistening and fluid dripping down her chin, and ripped off all her clothes before joining Maura on the bed. The ME moved back so that she was entirely on the mattress and took in Jane's lithe, muscular form. What a perfect specimen, she thought, and then pulled Jane's face towards her. She trembled when their lips met heatedly and she tasted herself, and then proceeded to lick her lover's chin clean. Unable to wait any longer, Maura reached between the bodies in search of the wet heat between Jane's thighs. She found it, and wasn't disappointed: Jane was drenched, and her clitoris felt hard under the doctor's fingers. She pushed her fingers through the folds and then into her opening. She started with two fingers, but as the detective began to rock, she added another. So focused was she on the wet flesh hugging her fingers, that she jerked in surprise when she felt two fingers penetrating her own vagina. They set a hard pace, their fingers pumping in and out with caring aggression. When their orgasms came, they were both rendered incapable of breath or thought. They came together, and in that moment they felt as one; they were connected in every way conceivable.
They gradually descended from the pinnacle they had reached, and opened their eyes to take in the contented smiles that stretched both their faces. "Amazing," they said together. Maura moved even closer and nestled her head beneath Jane's chin, the doctor's hands trapped between their bodies. Moving them up slightly, she encountered the bottom of the detective's breasts; she had to taste them! And with that thought, another round of lovemaking began – a prelude to a night full of passion and the promise of a bright and hopeful future.
I hope you enjoyed that, everyone! I've never written a sex scene before, so I gave it a try… Thank you all for reading, and see you next time!