A/N Hey pal's I am so sorry but my computer crashed -.- … but now I am back and nearly right in time for the real date of the chapter… I am going to post this without being reviewed… some of you waited long enough. Love ya all and have fun.
This is just a side-note.
I don't know and I can't find anything about the rules about M.E/Detectives working together on cases, being a couple. It doesn't seem to matter in Bones or Crossing Jordan, and I don't like the idea of Jane and Maura not working together. All is fair in love, war and fiction. Have fun…so do I 333
Mistakes are on me ;)
See Author's Note (Chapter one)
She surely touches me in a sexual way while cuddling, like caressing my nipples with her tongue or her fingertips stroking along my labia but it isn't pure arousal flooding me. Of course it's lingering along but the only thing I can think of is the feeling of being loved. I can't describe it in any other way.
Maura woke first in the dim light of the next morning, her body lying fully on top of Jane's backside. They had both decided to pick up their usual morning jog again but both had found many excuses why they should start the next day and the next and the next.
The doctor carefully placed small kisses at the junction between neck and shoulder, wanting to wake up the detective as gentle as possible. The last morning of their days off seemed to be the right occasion to start their routine again.
Jane stirred with a light groan, turning her head a little, her eyes small, sleepy slits. "Hey sweetie," she whispered smiling, her voice at its most hoarse point. She wiggled a little into her cushion. "Mhhh…comfy."
Maura snuggled a little closer. "Five minutes… and then we are going to start our morning run, Detective Lazy."
Jane groaned again. "You will have to run ahead… maybe your sexy ass in spandex will keep me awake." She mumbled into the pillow.
Their run was long but lightly through the deviously paths of Boston Common, far beside the public routes. They moved over wooded trails covered in leaves in any kind of color autumn had to offer.
Jane loved any season of the year, though there was always any but… She loved spring, as long as it didn't rain too much. She loved summer until Boston was hit with a heat-wave when it would be sticky and much too hot. She loved winter as long as there was snow and it didn't turn into slush. Fall, she loved all those colors and the smell lingering in the morning air, but she hated it as soon as it started to rain, although rain was not the problem as long as it was a warm summer-shower. Yes, Jane loved any season, as long as it showed up in its best.
Like now! The sun was yet still to weak to warm up the air but its light shining through the leftover leafs in the crowns of the trees painted a picture that was nearly worth to die for and in the middle of it the majestic spectacle called Maura. They were running towards the sun and it seemed like the woman in front of her was surrounded with a breathtaking aura. The light played with the pigments in her hair and made it shine like copper and gold, with every step changing.
There was only both of their smooth breaths and the rustling of the leaves under their feet, their steps, here and there the breaking sound of some nuts or twigs they crushed, running over it and the sound of birds awakening slowly. A woodpecker was working somewhere in the distance, a flock of ducks noisily made its way up, higher, above the woods. A hawk screamed somewhere far up in the sky, probably chasing its breakfast and various small birds were chirping and singing, welcoming the new day. As gladly as Jane would have spend some more hours in bed she enjoyed their run.
Coming back Angela had already left for work, breakfast waiting for them at the counter. Both of them weighed having a shower or their meal first, breakfast won and they shared it before enjoying a long and hot shower together. Jane convinced Maura to have to buy some decoration for upcoming Halloween the next week, they also strolled through several shops purchasing idea's for costumes.
As the last BPD Halloween-party had been falling into Jane's hospital-stay after Hoyt it would also been Maura's first attendance. After talking Jane into buying the cat woman-outfit she herself made rather a huge secret about what her own costume would be like. She would buy it some days later to also keep it a secret until Halloween-night.
They finished some dinner together and Angela found them snuggling on the couch with a movie playing. They had some coffee or tea with the pastries Angela had brought and after an extensive walk with Jo Friday the couple went for a relaxing bath and another movie, this time in their bed.
The days at work were slow, Jane being damned to do paperwork Maura used her time to reorganize the morgue and lap and work together with Jane through some cold cases. Reviewing autopsy reports from before she was working for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
Their evenings were as lazy as their days, having punctually closing time was nothing they were used to, that often. On Wednesday they went on dinner and some drinks with the guys at the Robber. Thursday they went to yoga and Maura talked Jane into trying a new Sushi-restaurant near their home. Probably Jane would never be a great fan of sushi, but she had expected much worse. Friday they also turned into the Robber with the guys and watching a movie at home, one of their usually routines.
Saturday was spent with decorating the house and graving pumpkins, baking and shopping for sweets. Maura had never thought that it could be so much fun to prepare for such a ridiculous holiday. Maybe the main idea of Halloween was anything but ridiculous but it had turned into commerce along the way, but now she found herself rather eagerly and joyfully thinking about giving away sweets to dressed-up children and being the source of their happiness.
Not to mention that she was only three days shy of openly share her night close to Jane under the eyes of every employee at the 'Annual BPD Halloween Ball'. It wasn't that anyone didn't know they were a couple, after all it was nearly a year already but it was the first opportunity to show it without being unprofessional. And Maura was jittery about it. The rumors had ebbed off, nearly, but she wanted to show even the last of them that it was serious between them and not some makeshift-relationship until something better came along.
Sunday was packed with cooking and baking for dinner, conference-switching, watching football. As the Patriots would play on Monday nobody wanted to settle for a game, the three siblings only agreed when it came to Boston's teams. Jane wanted to see Dallas Cowboy's, Frankie San Francisco 49ers and Tommy Green Bay Packers. As loud as they all were Maura loved seeing them. Nothing like her house was before the Rizzoli's came into her life.
On Monday both of Jane's brothers came over watching the game. All four of them, more or less sitting on the sofa, celebrating the outride victory from the Patriots over the Vikings, a spectacular 31 to 7, with pizza and beer and so Tuesday came around. It going as slow as the days before, they decided to leave work at noon, having lunch together and have enough time to prepare for the night.
They were having a long and extended lunch at the Robber and with the ongoing hours Jane seems to get more nervous. Like Maura already had considered it was her costume, making her feel uncomfortable. After she got dressed she criticized what ever she could find. To form-fitting, to tight, not matching her type and so on…
Maura simply thought it looked sexy and also told Jane that she shouldn't hide that she's a beautiful woman, at least not if it's not entirely work. She truly respect her choice of clothes for work even if they could be more of high quality but after all it wasn't work tonight and she shouldn't have to think about what her co-workers were going to say. Maura hoped her very own costume was going to make her forget.
At 4:30 p.m. Maura leave her preparing for trick-or-treat, filling bowls with sweets, while she goes upstairs to get ready herself. After showering she settles for red strapless corset and a lace-barely-there-thong matching the dress she's going to wear. Well her costume isn't that super-sexy but it's going to have an effect.
A red, fitted silk dress, ending mid-thigh with just enough cleavage to guess… Over it she is going to wear another dress. Black nylon, cobweb optic, floor-length and see-through. Form fitting, down from the knees it flows freely around her legs. A black corset is accenting her waist and a necklace of black pearls portraying a bat is finishing her look altogether with some rings, acting like spiders crawling over the doctor's fingers.
Jane looks at her like a fish as she comes into her sight at the foot of the stairs. The bowl she was about to sit down beside the front door becomes obviously to heavy, as she is still holding it but the sweets spill on the floor in front of her. Maura simply walks up to her, put her index under Jane's chin and close her mouth, reward her lips with a gently kiss for all the compliments she just spoke in silence.
As Maura kneels down in front of Jane, picking up the candies, the detective still is in a kind of stupor, watching Maura, just standing, staring. The M.E. had wondered about Jane liking the dress but she didn't even consider once about a reaction like that, because the doctor had definitely worn far sexier clothes before. How was Jane going to react, knowing what Maura was wearing underneath the costume?
With every kid passing their door for trick-or-treat Maura gets more of a cornball, delightedly about most of the costumes they wear. The cap arrives at quarter to eight and with the ten minutes drive over to the Seaport Hotel where all the events from BPD are held in the Commonwealth-Ballroom they ensure not to be the first arriving.
The acting Boston Police Commissioner Al Goslin and Mayor Thomas Memino are welcoming every member of the Boston Police Department in person, both never far from where hordes of press are lurking. Only one reason why Jane regrets her choice of costume! Putting up a brave front, she shakes hands and exchanges some words, not as fast getting away as she wishes because of Maura by her side. Being the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth causes attention and having also the hero-detective along with her, the high-ranking men enjoy the attention of the press.
Maura leans slightly up to Jane. "Don't be a killjoy. It's may be the closest they will get to excitement tonight," she whispers into the detective's ear and Jane's smile gets a little bit wider. After getting over with the obligation they stroll further into the hotel, arms linked. A path of red carpet, framed with red ropes led into the Commonwealth Ballroom.
The hall modelled after Boston Common, although tonight between flowers and hedges, trees and beds carved pumpkins were glowing in the near darkness of the room. Chains of lights, designed as pumpkins, skulls, witches, bats or cats were strained between the trees. Fake-spiders, bats and crows are dangling from the ceiling. Staff in costumes, reflecting skeletons are handing welcome-drinks, red and viscous like blood or bilious green ones.
The food may not be very nutritious but funny after all. There are plastic-skulls filled with popcorn, looking like fried brain, hot dogs feigning chopped fingers or wrapped in pastry faking mummies, tomato soup with semolina dumplings looking like eyeballs. Dates, caved like bugs, bananas looking like ghosts, cookies shaped as bones, cupcakes topped with little gravestones and a lot more. It may be Maura's first real Halloween but certainly not her last, feeling like a kid in a candy-store. She never thought having so much fun over such ridiculous things. And the night not even had started yet.
An hour later the party was in full swing and Maura had had already three glasses of something she probably wouldn't want to know what was inside. Frankie and Frost were pushing to make a tour through the haunting house and with every bottle of beer Jane became more and more enthusiastic herself about that kind of amusement, knowing Maura never did anything like that as a kid.
Although the haunting house wasn't that scary for adults, Maura was rather impressed by the sense of detail it was build and thankful for the nearly darkness inside. First chance she pulled Jane into a corner out of the way for some kisses, unfitting to be shared in public.
"I did myself no service, choosing your outfit for tonight. At least not, as long as we are in company. You are a real tease for my composure right now."
"Look who's talking," Jane whispered against Maura's ear. "Fatally I know what's underneath that damn tight dress of yours." Her hands slid from the back of Maura's thighs, slowly over her bottom, to the small of her back.
"You think… you have no idea Jane… there is something underneath you haven't seen before," the smaller woman whispered back seductive.
"And how is that helping to stop my mind running wild?"
"I don't think I like the idea of stopping anything…," nearly inaudible with the background sounds of the haunting house.
"But I think we should…Maura," Jane kissed the spot underneath her right ear. "At least for now!"
"Yeah… we should," Maura panted. "It will be worth the torture… once we get home. I think I couldn't have stood your costume tonight if we still were just friends… I think at least tonight I would have done something… very inappropriate."
"Maybe we should investigate that a little further… later."
"Hey there ar… ewww… can't you two keep your hands from each other for more than an hour?"
"Shut up Frankie… come again if you found yourself a girl."
"Yeah…Yeah…don't go Ma on me Jane and I don't think I have to remind you what happened the last time," Frankie held his hands up and turned around, referencing to Lola or Emily.
"You know it wasn't your fault, she fooled me too," Jane answered but Frankie just waved it off.
"Yeah…let's not go there. Let's have some fun."
"About that… you totally spilled it, coming over here," Jane grinned and Maura slapped her arm with the back of her hand.
They finished the 'horror-tour' without even noticing most of it, totally caught up with each other in the near darkness and after another drink with their usually group of people Maura was totally surprised but not reluctantly as Jane asked her to dance.
"I really did not see you as such a magnificent dancer. I think it is what surprised me the most about you," Maura whispered directly into Jane's ear.
"Well… technically we are just swaying at the moment… not really dancing."
"I know that, but you seem to forget that you took me to a tango-class."
"I wasn't… much into dancing, but for my first undercover in homicide I had to learn it…really fast."
"You know… I didn't expect anything of that, after the first time we met. I thought you were totally hot and irresistible…," she leaned even closer. "And I would have paid a whole salary for the chance to have you once all to myself but…"
"Whoa Maura… you should have told me that, for 25 grand's I would have said yes."
"Twenty seven…eight hundred…"
"Pardon me Dr. Isles for making you cheaper than you are," Jane laughed.
"Mhhh… and I would have doubled it or tripled… it is a good thing that there was never another woman in your life… I don't think I could stand the mere thought about you… and I am grateful that you are not a hooker."
"You have no idea how grateful I am for that fact," Jane joked taking a little tension out of the way.
Maura lost her proper dancing pose and clung herself around Jane, resting her head against the detectives shoulder.
"Are you really going to marry me or I am going to wake up some day, realizing this wasn't more than a dream?"
Jane grabbed her left hand and caressed the ring with her thumb. "I can pinch you as well if you want, but you can feel it, don't you? I am not accustomed…yet. I can feel my ring most time of the day. It may not be the most expensive or prettiest one but it is a promise Maura. A promise I made to never break."
The Italians lips touched Maura's ear shell. "I love you and I am going to marry you and if you ask me to I am going to kidnap the super-hyper-one-and-only-on-his-field genius professor who can help me to make a million little Maura's… if that's what you want. I would steal Apollo 13… oh no… that one crashed… any other space shuttle and bring you the moon down here."
Maura laughed whole hearty. "Are you going sappy on me Detective Rizzoli?"
She could feel Jane grin against her neck. "Well… I can remember some nights when that mushy stuff made you come a little faster."
"I remember them too…," Maura breathes.
With each passing song they drifted further and further away from the partying crowd, into the farthest corner, having their own, private party.
"Oh my god, you two are drooling all over each other again. I haven't seen you…," he tried to have a look at his watch. "In the last two hours, this is a party…"
"Piss off Frankie. I mean it!" Jane hissed.
"Get at least a room," he laughed before turning around.
"He is pretty tipsy," Maura giggled.
"Tipsy… he is totally wasted."
"Maybe that was not the worst idea he had, we could get a room… here, after all we are in a hotel. Having breakfast in bed… without doing anything for it, beside paying"
"That sounds very tempting. You think Frost and Korsak are going to be pissed if I prefer to open up my present?"
"I don't think so… but I couldn't care less about that right now. I am on the tip of my toes since you put that costume on tonight."
Their goodbye turned out to be rather quick. Having to share the elevator with an elder couple they got a head-start as Jane spun Maura around and picked her up in the hallway. Hands fully on her bottom cheeks she tumbled down the floor to their room. Giggling and kissing. Wrestling with the key card, she pressed Maura against the door and earned a breathless 'hurry' against her lips.
Barely inside, Maura found herself sitting on the very next furniture to reach, clutching Jane against her with her legs around the detectives hips.
"If I had something other to wear with me I would ask you to just rip it off," she breathed.
"Are we a little impatient?" Jane smiled.
"You know very well I am. You know how constantly turned on I am when my hormones are driving me crazy," the blonde doctor breathed back.
Shoving both layers of her dress up her thighs Jane kissed down over the fabric until she reached the naked skin on Maura's tummy. The small doctor moved her hips. "Shower…Jane," she whispered trembling.
While Jane cupped Maura's bottom and lifted her up, the M.E. discarded both parts of her dress over her head throwing it onto the dresser beside the bathroom door. The detective hissed as the blazing red corset came into her sight, hugging the small body in every right place perfectly.
Hesitating, looking over to the bed for a moment. "Jane… please… shower," Maura begged breathless. Jane desperately wanted to enjoy the very sexy sight of her girlfriend for a little longer, but she also knew that Maura wouldn't get comfortable until they moved under the spray of water.
Jane couldn't care less, the blonde was one of the trimmest persons she knew, but she also knew that Maura would be caught up with the possibility of making a mess and the embarrassment she would find herself in, leaving any evidence on the sheets or on Jane for that matter.
"You know I love you, don't you?" Jane asked whispering, setting her down on the counter by the sink, kissing her neck.
"No you don't…," Maura smiled defiantly. "I would feel that… right know you are just starring at my tits," she breathed as the Italians lips connected with the swell of her right breast.
Jane burst out laughing. "Jeez Maura… I will never get used to that."
"Don't worry about that baby, you do a perfect job with all the rest," the doctor giggled.
Maura's legs felt stiff and arching, twitching and jerking muscles, a mixture from the effort of standing upright during Jane's ministration and the powerful orgasm she had experienced, twice. Jane was on the very edge of drifting into sleep, a result of Maura's caressing fingertips at the hairline in her nape.
"Jane…," the blonde doctor whispered and the Italian just hummed comfortable. "You would tell me… if it is… too much?"
"Too much of what…?" a sleepily voice breathed in silence.
"Too much… of me… I have this insatiable longing for your touch, but… if its too much… you don't have to sleep with me every night."
That got Jane fully awake again and she sat up. "Is it me that makes you that insecure Maura?"
The M.E. huffed in annoyance with herself. "I don't know… I am always afraid to overdo anything, to scare you away…," Jane stopped her with a tender and long kiss.
"I love you… and I love to love you and I totally and vehemently desire you and maybe when we are old I am not able to have the power to make love for hours and maybe in between now and then there will be days we are to tired or caught up or something but apart from that I will take any chance you allow me to make love with you… and if you aren't convinced that in my mind I am drooling all over you the whole day long we can get that shower starting again."
Jane fully lay down on top of Maura and pecked her lips between words. "You…pretty…girl…are…like…walking…aphrodisiacs…and…irresistible."
Deepening the kiss, caressing Maura's tongue with her own but staying gentle and slow, she broke it after some minutes to add. "The day I don't want to sleep with you anymore is the day they record my brain death. You know I am not into all that mushy and lame clichés and lines but… and I never thought I would say that one day, to anyone… and don't get that wrong… it isn't your body making me wanting you all the time, helping along but it is you… the whole package."
"Say that again the day I am becoming fat like a whale," Maura giggled, losing up a lot.
Jane just laughed. "Well… more of you to love and our bed wouldn't be that much too big anymore. You can't scare me… I am going to love you even more, because you're always gonna be Maura the dork, my Maura…regardless of how old or fat or diffuse you are."
This time the medical examiner initiated the next kiss. "Enough with the sappy stuff," she went back to kissing, grabbing Jane's hand, guiding it between her legs. Noticing Jane's confusion she whispered low. "Fuck the sheets Jane… I am going to pay for them."
A/N beside :) I am going to mix up the EP's a little in order, bc in TV it's always summer :P and I thing everyone of you is going to survive it.
Thanks to all of you for reading and sorry again, I promise to never let that happen again! Review would be nice.
Have a nice week 3
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