A/N: This chapter is definitely M rated as it depicts acts of a sexual nature. If that is not your cup of tea, milk and sugar then read no further. The rest of you, I hope you enjoy. And I apologize if it's not up to your expectations; this area really isn't exactly my strongest point. Review if you feel so inclined, criticism and suggestions always welcomed and taken onboard.
Maura quirked a smile at her partner as they stretched out side by side on her large, comfortable bed. She watched, amused, as Jane squirmed her way into a more comfortable position before sighing contentedly and crossing her long legs at the ankles, only wincing very slightly as a result of the movement. Jane turned her head and caught the Doctor staring at her with a faraway look in her eyes. Slowly, Maura dragged her gaze from the tips of Jane's toes right up to her eyes, which were narrowed at her. She blushed deeply at being caught staring, running a hand through her hair and blinking away from Jane, who chuckled throatily, "Like what ya see there Doc?" Jane drawled with a smirk, wiggling her eyebrows exaggeratedly.
Maura rolled her eyes, "I think we have already established that yes, when I look at you I like what I see," she replied tersely.
Jane's smirk grew into a fully fledged Rizzoli-grin, her dimples showing. "I bet you say that to all the woman you lure into your bed." It was Maura's turn to smile graciously and tilt her head to one side, batting her lashes enticingly, "Only the sexy ones." Jane grumbled and reached out to slap her girlfriend on the arm, but Maura pulled back, her musical laugh filling Jane's ears and making her break into laughter too.
"This is supposed to be a serious moment Doctor Isles. We're meant to be seducing one another or something…" The Detective said, smoothing out her features and giving Maura her best stern look. The Doctor flopped back down beside her, sending blonde curls bouncing, and smiled widely, "I know. But don't you feel that this is very… natural? I feel like we've been doing this for years."
Jane chuckled, "We kinda have, if you think about it." She paused and gave that a moment's consideration, "Well not the seducing part, but the whole… Going to bed together, lying in here and just talking, laughing with each other, we've been doing that part for a long time." Maura thought for a moment, biting her lower lip as she recalled the numerous occasions she and Jane had found themselves in this exact moment. Without the seducing part.
"You're right, of course." Maura said with a nod, "I feel comfortable with you here. Perhaps that's why I don't necessary believe it's essential for us to be entirely serious. After all," Maura winked, "This is meant to be exciting. I think we've earned the right to be happy together, and for me, I don't need to hear you profess your love for me again and again, over romantic meals and bouquets of expensive roses." Jane's expression softened and she reached for the Doctor's hand, wrapping it tightly inside her own scarred one. Maura flashed a brilliant smile, her eyes spilling over with affection, "I can see exactly how much you love me every time you look at me, every time you do this…" Maura held their joined hands aloft as evidence, "Reveals how much you trust me." Maura's thumb worked its way over the scar marring Jane's slightly rougher skin, "And I know how I feel about you Jane. I don't possess any lingering doubts about my emotions. I spent far too long attempting to quantify them, and soon learned that it was entirely pointless even trying to do so."
Maura leaned forwards and Jane craned her neck, meeting her halfway in a soft, languid kiss that neither felt the need to rush. Lips and tongues traced intricate, intimate patterns that only they held the power and the authority to map before Maura pulled back, breathing the same air as her lover. "You defy all reasoning Jane Rizzoli. As I said before, you are deceptively complex, and often, I do not understand you." The Doctor's eyes twinkled, "Although it has been wonderful to try." Jane smiled gently and opened her arms, allowing Maura to rest her head on her shoulder as the Detective held her close, almost possessively.
Something inside Jane Rizzoli forced her to feel like she had to consistently remain on her guard. Defending herself against the potential consequences of revealing too many emotions, of showing vulnerability, of just letting go, had become commonplace for the distinguished Detective. She was one of the scarce few who had the privilege of witnessing Jane without her walls. And when the walls came crumbling down it was Maura's honour to assure her best friend that it was perfectly alright for her that to happen. Maura could see it right at this very moment. Inside Jane's eyes, there was a war going on. There was a war between her desire to trust Maura completely, to submit to the depth and intensity of the feelings she had bottled up and buried for so long, and her ingrained instinct to maintain that little bit of distance to prevent herself from the pain that could be a result of this venture.
Maura had been honest. She would wait as long as Jane needed her to wait. They had managed to overcome so much during the course of their relationship, and there was no way in hell she was about to let nerves and insecurities prevent them from moving forward.
But it soon grew evident that Jane had no attention of waiting. Since feeling the reassuring weight and warmth of her Doctor against her body, she had grown desperate to feel the heat of her skin directly against her own. She wanted to trace her fingers and tongue over every inch of the hidden flesh, mark Maura, show her how much she loved her without the need for words she could never seem to muster.
Jane used her good hand to push Maura away from her slightly, earning her a confused pout which she quickly kissed away, having no desire to see it there again in the foreseeable future. Jane bit the inside of her cheek nervously, hardly daring to remove her hand from the woman lying almost on top of her lest she disappear.
"I want to… Maura, I want to…" Jane managed to whisper before Maura dipped her head back down, capturing her traitorous lips. Lips that lacked the ability to convey the need growing within her, the way her stomach kept clenching painfully with every minute movement the Doctor made, the embers of the fire that had been burning for years upon years suddenly bursting fully into life.
Burning. Jane was burning up from the inside out. She was sure, as Maura moved her tongue, hot and wet, across her jaw line and down her neck, that she must be able to feel it. Maura must surely feel the way her skin felt too tight, stretched across her body as she arched into the gentle caresses, too tight and too hot and too constricting.
Her hands didn't know where to go, where to hang onto. Where was appropriate? 'Christ Rizzoli, you are utterly fucking clueless' Would Maura mind if she wrapped her arms around her, or would that be too restrictive? Should she place them on her hips, or would that distract her? The woman in question bobbed her head up, eyes glinting, "Jane, I know when you're over thinking." She gently cupped the Detective's cheek and pressed a chaste, reassuring kiss to her forehead.
"You're one to talk!" Jane huffed; feeling Maura's warm breath slide over her face was almost too much, almost enough to make her lunge at her lover and begin to consume her. But that wasn't really an option right now. Her body ached with the desire to touch and be touched, but it also ached for an entirely different reason. Her bruised and fractured ribs hurt, her back hurt, her shoulder and legs and arms hurt. Everything hurt less when Maura was close, but still, the physical pain was inescapable, and it rendered her at her girlfriend's mercy. "Don't be like me then, Jane. We both have the capacity to feel. So just concentrate on feeling me."
And with that, Maura returned her attention to biting, nipping and sucking on the Detective's exposed neck, drawing tiny gasps and pants as she worked tirelessly, seeking out the areas that made Jane squirm. Areas that no-one else had ever felt an inkling to attempt to find.
Maura found a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of the brunette's jaw, causing her to moan loudly and buck her hips involuntarily. The friction generated by their clothing was a delicious agony. They served as barriers to the skin on skin contact both desired intensely, but for the moment provided enough friction to keep them sated. Jane threaded her fingers into Maura's hair and breathlessly pulled her up to urgently press their lips together. Maura was happy to respond to her lover's insistence, immediately parting her lips and allowing Jane to plunder the inviting warmth waiting inside. She moaned as Jane placed her lips around her tongue and suckled for a moment, gently biting down on the sensitive muscle. "Jesus…" Jane groaned, feeling Maura's thigh work its way between her legs and push forwards, causing her already soaked underwear to rub teasingly against where she desperately wanted Maura to be right about now.
"God almighty!" Jane gasped when Maura decided a particular area of her neck needed to be ground between her teeth in the sexiest way imaginable. Maura whispered something against her, causing her to growl, "What? What'd you say?" And then the Detective found herself lying there with her jaw hanging open when Maura looked up at her and, with a grin, said, "I said, 'Maura will suffice honey,'" in a voice dripping with confidence and want.
The Doctor took that as an opportunity to extricate her limbs from Jane's embrace and pull her blouse over her head, swinging the upper half of her torso over the side of the bed and laying the garment flat on the carpet, hearing Jane grunt impatiently behind her only prompted her to slow her movements. "Fuck Maura, move your ass…" The Detective said shakily, using her good hand to casually draw the zipper on the back of Maura's tight skirt right down, exposing a set of sheer black underwear.
Well, Jane wouldn't really class that as underwear. It gave the illusion of being underwear, but it really wasn't. There just wasn't enough material for it to be regarded as appropriate for the work place, of that she was sure.
Maura rolled onto her back and shimmied her way out of the skirt, enjoying the way Jane's tongue darted out to wet her lips as she watched. Jane set her jaw and struggled into a sitting position, beginning to tug off her sweatshirt and the thin tank top beneath.
But then she paused. 'Shit! Why the fuck didn't you put a bra on?!' Jane slowly lowered her arms, hoping Maura hadn't noticed her starting to disrobe. Unfortunately, she felt a pair of hands land on her shoulders and then the Doctor's face loomed above her, looking down into her dark cocoon of hideous clothing from above. Jane let out a squeak of indignation as Maura tugged harder, causing the material to ride up her lean body. "Maura! Watch my shoulder! Wait a damn minute…!" Jane trailed off when the offending clothes were yanked mercilessly from her defensive frame and tossed aside; leaving her eye to eye with the most spectacular set of breasts she has ever seen in her entire lifetime on this planet they call earth.
"Oh Lord…" Jane mumbled, noticing Maura's dusky nipples were proudly erect and tantalizingly close to her mouth.
Maura ran her hands through the tangled mane of wild hair below her and fell back down onto her knees, frowning, "Jane, I would appreciate if you could perhaps try and curb your incessant references to any member of the holy trinity for the remainder… Mmmph," Jane cut her off by dragging her into another fierce embrace, crashing her lips hungrily against Maura's, swirling her tongue with that of the Doctor's and drawing a gasp of desire and surprise from her.
Jane palmed the soft, yet toned flesh of Maura's gluteus maximus, and then, deciding they had gone too far to turn back now, pushed her thumbs inside and urged the Doctor to tear it off the remainder of the distance. She was frustrated she couldn't just do it herself, but hey, she had limits. Maura glanced down at the last barrier between herself and Jane and was about to pass comment on her lover's choice of undergarments before deciding against it. If she felt comfortable wearing those boy shorts then she should damn well wear them if she pleased. Plus, Maura had to admit, she found them strangely attractive. Sexy even. Though she knew she was going to prefer the view without their interference.
Noting the worry creeping into Jane's eyes, Maura paused for a moment and travelled the short distance back up to her girlfriend's mouth, planting a soft kiss there and waiting for an explanation. Jane's gaze flickered from Maura's eyes to lips to breasts back up to her eyes again. "I wish I was able to… Participate more." She confessed carefully.
Maura smiled, "Jane, we have years, not just tonight. We have years for you to do whatever you wish to me and with me…" The Detective's heated core throbbed at the prospect on offer, "But…" Maura said, tracing an invisible pattern over Jane's chest, eyes widening as she watched her nipples hardening into points on perky breasts under her ministrations. "We can do this… Together." She said lightly, using the very tips of her fingers to remove Jane's soaked underwear and toss them unceremoniously to the floor, leaving them both equally open and exposed.
The Detective's immediate response was to begin to close her legs, but Maura stilled her movements and drew her hands closer to Jane's centre, ghosting her hands over the heated skin.
"Together?" It was more of a question now. And such a heavily loaded question required a response. Jane looked up into the eyes of her lover, almost as if she were seeing them for the very first time. Maura's face was open, completely open with trust and devotion. Jane felt her throat close as tears worked their way to the surface. She was horrified at the thought of breaking down in this way, after they had both said this didn't require weeping and wailing of the emotional kind.
But then she noticed the tears gathering in at the corners of Maura's expressive hazel eyes. The kind, loving smile on her lips. The way her hands were still tracing patterns, keeping them grounded.
And all Jane had to do was nod, giving her final consent.
Maura repositioned herself so that Jane had easier access to where she needed to be, and their lips met again. Hard this time. Passionate. Possessive. Needful.
Breaths escaped in sharp pants. Oxygen became something that was secondary to the sensations garnered through their exploratory kissing. Theirs was a battle that didn't require a conqueror. It was an evenly matched war of affection between the two women.
Wandering hands migrated down to exposed flesh. Surprised gasps tumbled down from parted lips upon discovering the amount of wetness that had gathered simply through being so close to one another, with hardly any stimulation whatsoever.
Jane locked eyes with Maura. Jane and Maura. Rizzoli and Isles. A team. A partnership. A friendship that had grown and blossomed and finally become something more. Something intense. Something precious.
And all the questions and reservations went up in a thin puff of smoke when two fingers plunged deep into a welcoming velvet warmth and liquid heat, resulting in the most drawn out, hoarse moan coming from the ever composed Doctor.
Jane felt Maura move inside of her, swirling her fingers, meeting the desperate, continuous thrusts. Their bodies were as in tune with one another as their minds, as their hearts.
They existed in this moment, in this union, as one. As one entity. All they could taste and smell and see and hear was the other.
That was all they needed. That was all they had ever wanted.
The edge came sooner than either had expected. Maura's teeth found a patch of skin and latched on as she came undone, the fire inside her building and burning as it reached a crescendo, causing her entire body to arch and grow taut as her muscles burned and the pleasure spread and continued for what seemed like hours. Jane tumbled over soon after, feeling her inner walls clamp down around the incredibly skilled fingers of her lover, as though attempting to keep here there indefinitely, trap her there with her as intimately as possible forever. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream before Maura placed hers over it, gently moving her lips over Jane's, stroking the beautiful Detective's sensitive spot to draw out her orgasm.
When they came back down to earth, breathing heavily, chests heaving against the other, bodies shining with the evidence of both their arousal and exertion… They just stared.
Two pairs of teary, burning eyes met and latched on and their love making continued in that charged moment.
Declarations of 'I love you' weren't necessary.
They already knew.
