A/N: Optional read, no plot. Sorry not sorry.
The discomfort of knowing that rumpled pants inevitably left deep wrinkles didn't phase her as Jane yanked them off and tossed them so roughly, the bedroom curtains whooshed loudly against the wall. The metal closure and belt clanked and clamored as fabric fell to the ground. Jane's onslaught was quick. Record-breakingly fast. Maura didn't feel like the delicate flower she always thought Jane saw her as. The impulsive, audacious touches and borderline filthy words being whispered in her ear nearly put her body into paralysis.
The stretching and ripping of fabric stitches could be heard as Jane stripped herself of clothing, leaving both of them in a panting, naked mess. Bed sheets were already pulled from their respective corners as Jane's struggle and desperate need to undress her became the only priority. The moment Maura gave her lover the green light and ingress to her body, Jane pounced.
"Turn around," Jane demanded.
"W-what? Why? I want to feel y—"
Maura yelped as her body was forcibly turned. Jane's sheer strength was on display and Maura was sure that it wouldn't be the last time she'd see it or be the object of its focus. An arm hooked around her pelvis and pulled up while the other hand pushed her upper back down. Her cheek dove straight into the mattress and a small gasp left parted lips as the crumpled sheets almost drowned her. Finding the strength to prop herself up on her arms, Maura breathed out raggedly as Jane ran blunt nails down the backs of her thighs. Her legs spread automatically at the sensation and the throbbing in her core increased to a blood boiling pounding.
Possessive marks up and down her thighs and over her ass were angrily red. The fine line between pain and pleasure was something she noticed that Jane liked to toy with. Maura became accustomed to the sensations and on certain occasions, craved the roughness. It was the sexual balance of testing her limits, but never excessive. She trusted Jane. Maura knew that Jane would know when to stop and how much she could take.
She was so lost in the new sensations, she failed to realize that Jane unfolded herself from a sweaty back. Instead, the brunette detective was on her back—face lined up with her dripping sex. Maura craned her head down and from the space between her breasts, she watched as Jane took in the sight. Swollen and wet were the only things that came to the eloquent blonde's mind.
Maura felt Jane's arms hook around her thighs and tilted her head down. She held her breath and closed her eyes. Her body tensed and waited for the first touch of tongue or lips. She waited. And waited. And waited.
"Need something, baby girl?" Jane glanced up and winked.
Actions spoke louder than words as Maura lowered her hips onto a waiting mouth. The moan that tumbled out of loose lips was illicit. Absolutely pornographic. She couldn't believe how wet she was and how much she needed this. Hips rolled against the stationary tongue Jane gave her and she used it as if that was its only purpose. Maura couldn't hold a steady pace or rhythm to save her life. She was too worked up and Jane kept changing tactics.
She'd flatten her tongue when hips rolled slowly up and down. If her body jerked, Jane would tense her tongue and focus the tip against her pulsating clit. And every so often, Jane would yank her hips down to tease her entrance with knowing flicks and her nose nudged where Maura needed her the most. The lack of consistency was driving her wild, but wetness kept dripping down her thigh and surely onto Jane.
"Jay, please," Maura whimpered.
The smirk against wetness was infuriating. As much as Jane loved to make her come, she loved teasing her even more. The thrill of hearing Maura beg and ask for mercy was something that stroked Jane's ego and built confidence. But when Jane gave in, the blonde was grateful.
"You love me, yeah?" Jane pulled back from wetness with a loud smack.
"T-that goes without sa—oh god, fuck!"
Jane plunged her ring and middle fingers inside. No warning, no hints. But she didn't move. Maura groaned in frustration. This was Jane's game. Her shtick. Give her partial satisfaction, but make her work for it. Maura's arms gave out and her upper body slammed into the bed. She rolled her hips to gain some kind of friction, which only minorly worked. But Jane held her still. The blonde couldn't do anything but wait until her lover was ready.
"You gonna answer me, Maur-a?"
"I love you," Maura huffed as she rolled her eyes. She burrowed her head deeper into the sheets. Who knew Jane Rizzoli would be such a conversationalist and a tease in bed?
"Hmm, doesn't sound like you mean it." Jane pressed a light kiss to her clit and her eyes slammed shut.
"The love I have for you is immeasurable." Maura felt exposed. Physically and emotionally. Her legs were splayed open for the taking and she could feel the cool air hitting her molten center. The stark temperatures made her body shiver, but so did disclosing matters of the heart while being dangled above Jane's mouth. She has never been this candid with anyone. Let alone during sex.
Fingers moved steadily in and out of seemingly never ending wetness. Her strangled cry of relief should have been embarrassing, but it went unheard on deaf ears. Jane became hyper focused on her pleasure. Maura couldn't concentrate on anything else but the motions of fingers and tongue giving her what she needed. Her hips began to jerk back and forth and her thighs were tensing under Jane's arm. Abs clenched as white heat coiled in her lower stomach. Pinpricks were crawling up her arms and down to her legs. Jane's fingers could barely move as Maura's inner walls gripped so tightly around them.
"Come for me, baby girl."
The gasp was the last sound that came out of her mouth. Fingers plunged deeper and remained there as Jane's tongue lathed tight circles around an engorged bud. Hips jerkily connected with a warm tongue and didn't stop until the ripples of pleasure ebbed and flowed. Maura's body was quivering and she felt like the air stung with every contact it made with her skin.
The oversensitive blonde was gently turned over and covered by a warm body. Curly ends tickled her chest and Jane brushed her lips around a sweaty, red face. Lazy kisses tasted like her. She loved how much Jane enjoyed her. How she reveled in the taste. The feel. Words of love and affection were given as tokens of appreciation. The aftercare was one of Maura's favorite parts of their sex life as it always confirmed and verbalized the physical act of love. It made her feel whole and validated. And she knew that Jane was going to stay the night and be there in the morning. There was no better way to fall asleep or wake up.
"Give me a second, darling," Maura whispered. "I need you too."
Jane's smile never ceased to light up her world. With sex mussed hair and a slight sheen to her lips and chin, Maura couldn't control her need to return the favor. Two or three more times, if Jane allowed it. When they first started having sex, guilt used to eat away at Maura. Jane was much more giving than she was receptive to receiving. It left her with an uncomfortable feeling of inequality and inadequacy. While she knew that Jane's experience with sex wasn't extensive, she just assumed that she had a high sex drive despite the inexperience. Some nights, that was the case, and she absolutely took advantage when she could. Other nights, Jane liked to be the sole provider of pleasure.
But nights like tonight? She let Jane take and enjoy what she needed or wanted. Maura learned when to push and when to take what was given. They've been through too much trauma for her to be ignorant about the ramifications of those experiences. She understood, more than anyone else, that Jane has survived more than anyone should have to endure.
However, when Jane left her post-coital aftercare, Maura pouted as she watched her lover strut confidently into her walk-in closet. Hazel eyes raked down the naked backside of tan, olive skin that was on display for her viewing pleasure and her eyes only. She watched as Jane reached up for something and immediately bent down after rustling with her shoe boxes. With furrowed brows, Maura observed Jane pulling something up?
Maura couldn't stop staring. Lips were parted and she was honestly surprised that drool didn't drib out the side of her mouth. Before her was Jane in sinfully short black boxer briefs. Almost similar to the spandex shorts she wears when they run in the summer. They were tight and looked so soft, Maura was wondering if she should make all of Jane's hipsters disappear and replace them with these instead. But that wasn't the star of the ensemble, which was a damn shame. Dark purple silicone protruded from black briefs in an eerily natural way that made the medical examiner ask herself whether or not she believed it was actually attached to its wearer.
"I—where—when?" Maura sat up and swung her legs out of bed. Orienting herself to be immediately in front of her lover, she placed soft hands on cotton covered hips and kissed up Jane's stomach.
Fingers threaded through her hair and she was pulled away firmly from warm skin. The sharpness at the nape of her neck caused hazel eyes to dilate and turn stormy green. Lips and teeth crashed against each other as Jane pushed Maura back onto the bed. It was clumsy and rushed. Unpracticed and new. The way their bodies moved against each other had to compensate for Jane's new addition. The impatience could be felt by both women, but Maura felt Jane go rigid in her arms.
Her arms were roughly brought above her head and Jane pinned her to the bed with fabric covered hips. The briefs rubbed against her sensitive skin and the abrupt pressure from silicone against her clit had her bucking against the solid body above her. With each of her wrists in Jane's hands, Maura felt the weight of Jane pressing down into her. Calves wrapped around the backs of Jane's thighs, which spread herself wider for the intrusion she'd gladly welcome.
"Tell me what you need," Jane rasped.
Maura's eyes rolled back as the tip was teasingly ran up and down her slit. The barely there swaying of narrow hips seemed to know exactly what to do. The motions were slow—adjusting to the weight and compensating for the lack of sensational direction. But Jane was adaptable. Maura had no doubt that Jane would find her rhythm before the night was over.
"You."
"I'm right here." Jane slid her hips down a few inches and Maura relaxed her body.
"Inside, Jane," Maura whined. "Please, please, please, inside."
"Have you earned it?"
The anticipation was grueling. She tried to lower her arms. Tried to gain a semblance of control back. Maura was growing impatient. How was she supposed to remain calm and patient when Jane had that between her legs? Sure, they talked about it. Maura really thought that she would be the one doing the purchasing and thinking of the miscellaneous details. But clearly, she was wrong. Jane took initiative and bought it on her own volition.
"I-I—yes?" Uncertainty laced every word.
"Mmm, I don't think so." Jane slid the length between wetness and rocked slowly into Maura, coating silicone.
Frustration was building. Arousal was blinding. Maura wasn't sure how much more she could handle. The slippery friction between her legs was making her drip onto the bed and she wanted nothing more than Jane to slide deeply into her. To feel Jane around her as they fucked. Hands free to do as they pleased and lips ready for when she eventually fell over the edge. She hasn't had the chance to come like that with Jane and God, she was ready for it.
Maura dipped her hips downwards and caught the tip of the toy. Hazel eyes met brown before Jane swiftly slid the rest of the way inside. Her mouth dropped open in silence. The shock of the intrusion, but the foreignness of being filled by Jane in this way was incomprehensible. The stillness was for her benefit, she knew that. To adjust to the length and girth. She hadn't been fucked like this in so long, her body wasn't accustomed to pounding she was about to receive. Seconds passed and she could feel herself becoming a little lightheaded. The blood rushing to her swollen center was propelling her into a euphoric state.
She tightened her inner muscles and rolled her hips. Jane was so tense. The grip on Maura's wrists was almost uncomfortable and she knew that any longer, there'd be a handprint bruise on both sides. She made fists with her hands to let the blood flow and Jane let go instantly. Arms loosely wrapped around the strong shoulders and she pulled her lover flush against her. Breast to breast. Belly to belly. It forced Jane deeper into her and the throbbing became incessantly uncontrollable.
"Do you like it?" Jane grunted as she rammed her hips forward.
The bed shook and her body followed the natural momentum. Breasts bounced and her grip around strong shoulders tightened. Maura hiked her legs up higher and around the middle of Jane's back, causing the brunette to slip deeper inside. The mewls of satisfaction were unabashed and loud as it spurred her lover on. She hadn't seen the ridges on the toy before, but she could feel them now as her sex swelled and gripped around it.
Jane was becoming more and more confident with every thrust. Maura needed to find a brief moment of clarity so she could actively participate, but Jane's full-bodied movements were wildly distracting. Eventually, Jane slowed, which Maura thought would be her reprieve. Until slow meant slowly and deeply grinding into her. Every grind in and up brushed her clit. Every grind down and out hit that sensitive spot inside her. She could do nothing but meet Jane thrust for thrust or apply equal amounts of pressure with every slow, deep roll into her.
"Maura, you know what happens when you ignore me?" Jane nipped at her bottom lip.
"No, no, Jay, please. I-I—Jane Rizzoli!" Maura slumped back against the bed as Jane abruptly pulled out. The tip of the toy was resting against her clit. Stationary. Unmoving. Taunting her. Teasing her with what she could have had. Maura watched as Jane adjusted her position and sat on her heels. Silicone proudly stood to attention and was wet. Shiny and so very wet. The groan got stuck in her throat. She was choking on it, actually.
Jane embraced the dominant role and Maura was in for it now. She couldn't stop watching as Jane held the base of it in her hand and rolled her hand up and down. The slickness was heard and she could feel a gush of new wetness drip onto the bed. Jane tilted her hips down and purposefully ran the head of the toy between soaking lips. Hips jerked up and Jane punished her for it with a hard slap against her clit. The warmth of silicone almost matched her own body temperature, making it feel as if it were really attached to her lover.
The small show Jane was putting on for her utilized all the self-control she had left. Her upper body shot up and arms swung around lithe shoulders. Maura used a combination of yoga strength and the self-defense tactics Jane taught her and flipped them over. Jane smirked up at her and she wiped it off as their mouths met in a frenzy. Stealthily, she reached back and stroked Jane—only to find that the toy was somewhat connected to Jane as well. A raised eyebrow met playful brown eyes.
"I couldn't let you have all the fun," Jane laughed.
"Mmm, where did you find this?" With that, Maura sank down completely and exhaled just as deeply. Her body was lustfully adjusted to the intrusion and she began slowly rolling her hips. With every downstroke, she could Jane feel tightening around the small end of the toy. The resistance felt between both them was earth-shattering.
"The Internet," Jane grunted out.
Scarred hands gripped her waist and guided her motions. Hips worked hard and fast for two minutes only to slow down. They kept that rhythm up until Jane was shaking with adrenaline. The slower pace clearly wasn't what she needed, but Maura was waiting for direction.
She knew that she'd be able to come with Jane beneath her. If it wasn't for the toy inside of her, it would be something else. Jane's roughness with her body. Jane's moans and groans of satisfaction. Everything about Jane would make Maura come undone. But the blonde knew that her lover needed something more. Knew that Jane needed to satisfy her in a way that she hadn't before.
Slow grinds turned into hard, quick rolls of her hips. Jane's thumb was circling her clit just the way she needed it. Her movements were jerking and she got a sudden feeling of fullness. She wasn't sure if she could handle this. Blood was rushing throughout her body and it felt like it had no place else to go. Her body became still and the hands that were mapping Jane's nude upper body gripped the bed sheets underneath skewed pillows. Maura felt like she was going to split in half.
"I-It's too much ," Maura sobbed. She raised her hips and began to lift herself off of Jane. She needed a moment to calm herself. Just a second so that her mind could reconcile and catch up. The flashes of white heat were overwhelming. Tears welled in her eyes and against her boiling body temperature, they were colder than normal. Her chest was heavy with a weight that felt like it was going to burst. She knew that she wasn't in pain, but something had to give.
"I don't think so," Jane panted.
Strong hands bruisingly gripped her waist and pushed her flat against the bed. Legs were splayed open and bent. Jane nestled between tense legs and lined herself up with a dripping opening. A small thrust tapped the head against a sensitive clit. Legs tried to slam shut, but Jane held both knees down. Another small thrust had an inch inside of Maura.
"May I take what has been given to me?" Jane asked, specifically in the grammatically correct way.
"I—"
"Yes or no, baby girl?"
Maura slammed her eyes shut and clenched around Jane. That damn pet name gets to her every time. She had to remind herself that she asked for this. Jane could have been making slow, sweet love to her right now. But she specifically asked for Jane to take what was hers. Maura tried to relax her hypersensitive body, but knew that it was no use. She was Jane's for the taking.
"Yes, fuck, please. Make me come."
Jane plunged the rest of the way inside and Maura swore she saw stars. The pace was fast and brutal. She tried to shy her lower body away from the pressure, but Jane was much stronger. Her legs were already sore as were her back and neck. Sweat profusely dripped onto the bed and she was sure that wasn't the only thing. She hooked her calves behind strained, muscular thighs tried to meet her lover thrust for thrust. The bed was creaking and her breasts bounced with every inward stroke.
But when Jane lifted her leg to rest on a shoulder, the dam cracked. Hazel eyes shot open and limp arms roughly wrapped around olive shoulders. The guttural groan released was one for the books. Jane's thrusts got quicker and harder. Maura got wetter and wetter. Jane's pace eventually succumbed to the resistance.
"D-Don't move, don't move, don't move," Maura chanted.
Jane jerked to a halt.
Maura's eyes slammed shut and her hand went straight to her clit. One, two, three rough swirls and her body contorted inwards. Jane buried herself to the hilt and took over circling a throbbing clit. Maura's grip on Jane tightened and her cries of ecstasy turned into sobs. Her body jerked violently against the sticky frame above her. Soft I love yous were whispered hotly against her ear as she clenched and pulled against the toy still inside her. Minutes passed before her body calmed, but Jane was still frigid. Tears escaped and ran down her face. The emotional and physical high was almost debilitating. Almost.
"Keep going, I can take it," Maura whispered.
"No, baby. It's okay. You did so well." Jane scanned her face and saw the tears, blotchy cheeks, and dazed eyes.
Maura smiled as Jane pressed barely there kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Tired arms pulled thick, sweat matted brunette hair back and forced Jane to look at her. She bit her lip before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against dry lips. Maura's tongue begged for entrance and she moaned when Jane's tongue met hers. Languid kisses and wandering hands had Jane's hips moving slowly back and forth.
The rhythm was different. Completely different than what she felt before. But then Maura remembered that it was also attached to Jane—physically inside her as well. That thought alone had her wetter than before. If that was even possible. Maura gyrated her hips to match the swallow movements of her lover. She looked up and moaned as Jane was intently staring at purple silicone rhythmically going in and out of her. Disappearing with every thrust.
It was her turn to help her lover along.
"You feel so good," Maura moaned.
"Fuck, you have no idea," Jane rasped.
"Tell me."
"I can feel every breath you take when I'm inside of you," Jane groaned.
Her thrusts were getting quicker and more shallow. No longer was Jane propped up on her arms, but laying completely against the body beneath her. Maura dug her nails in a toned ass and pushed Jane harder into her. Thrusts became deep grinds and rotations of the hips. Jane's breathing was ragged against her neck as a wet face nuzzled against her ear. Maura bent her knees slightly to allow space for her hand between their bodies.
Fingertips dove right past the waistband of black briefs and she moaned as she brushed against warm, sticky silicone. Her middle finger found an engorged bud. Maura circled a swollen clit and felt the jerky movements directly inside her. The cause and effect sent her into a frenzy and ignited her determination to make Jane come.
Maura knew that the pressure was perfect. The counter-clockwise circles against Jane's throbbing clit and the soft flicks on her tongue against the spot just below her lover's ear sent Jane into overdrive. Jane's hips were pistoning in and out of her and before she knew it, Maura was on the precipice of falling over the edge again. She felt raw. Almost too raw to continue, but Jane needed her. Really, really needed her. She'll run them a bath afterwards.
"Baby," Jane choked.
"It's okay, my love," Maura encouraged.
"I'm gonna—"
"I know, darling. I know." Her words were soft and soothing.
"I lo—"
"Come with me, Jane. I love you."
And together, they fell.
A/N: The next chapter will flash forward a few years. Thanks for reading, friends.