A/N
I got asked a few times why I put up Maura's POV two times and I want to share it with all of you, if not interested please just ignore me :)
I write each chapter in my own way, I already mentioned it once. Mostly I don't do a chapter all at once. I collect ideas, store them and create chapters around them or I just write a few things that come to my head and write around that, then.
That conversation between Maura and Jane about the ring originated a few years back, I didn't know if I would ever use it.
The beginning and the end are always the hardest part of each chapter, often I change them totally while writing, sometimes multiple times, sometimes I go back to the first idea…
When I started this chapter I first copied the scene on the blank page and thought I would use it maybe at the end but then I didn't find the right words to begin my chapter, I re-read all I had written until then and decided that it was a scene important enough to use it for the beginning and at the end, with a little extra touch.
So, this is the last chapter for 2020 and though my story is far away from Christmas, because of my backlog, I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
The mistakes down there are as sure as hell on me ;)
See Author's Note (Chapter one)
My left side still lying on top of her I watch her sleep. I am not ready to close my eyes just yet and I fight with all the strength left inside me to stay awake a few more minutes. I remove a strand of hair from her face and kiss her forehead softly. I fall asleep with my lips glued to her temple.
Jane woke a few hours later. Dawn was just breaking and usually Maura would wake up in a few minutes. She pulled her wife closer to her and kissed her temple.
Detective Jane Rizzoli would have right gone back to work but Cavenaugh had made it very clear that if she would show up this day, he would suspense her for at last a week without pay. She had thought about risking him to make good on his threat but it was something she would have done a few years prior.
A day spend with Maura and Sophie did sound good, very good in fact. She remembered the moment she had thought about her family being dead, it had just been a thought last night and not a fact, not reality. It had hurt so badly, just the idea of never seeing them again. She held Maura a little tighter and the blonde doctor, just at the beginning of waking up, knew exactly where she was needed this moment.
Maura, not even opening her eyes pulled her wife into a kiss that was far to feverish for a time they usually spent tenderly and softly. She slid on top of Jane with a single, fluently movement.
Her detective needed to feel Maura being alive and it took only seconds before the medical examiner could feel her wife inside her. There are very few better ways sensing you being alive than feeling you pulsating around them.
Maura's orgasm came quickly. It was hot and liberating, for both of them. The blonde did not allow Jane to withdraw from her, she sat up and before her body could even calm down, she rode her wife's fingers at a deliberate, slow pace.
Maura's left pressed onto Jane's lower belly and her right wandered behind her back. Her next climax, the more powerful one wouldn't be hers alone. She would take Jane with her.
R&I * R&I * R&I * R&I * R&I
They shared a lot of endearments, caresses, kisses while making breakfast together. Much more so than normally. While other people, couples probably would argue about the risks of their respective jobs, the two of them moved closer together. Formed a front against a trauma they both had suffered from and probably even would for a while.
Maura was hungry and in need of every touch Jane provided. She actually cracked a glass on the edge of the cupboard when her wife wrapped her long arms around from behind and kissed directly underneath her ear.
Before Sophie Maura would have kept Jane in bed for the entire day and the following night. They would have had sex so many times that neither of them had the strength to move anymore before falling asleep. On days like today Jane was hers, and it had little to do with possession or immaturity.
Maura had never felt fear of loss before in her life. There was never anything to lose. Sure, when she was in Africa with Médecins Sans Frontières she had feared dying more than once, but the thought of losing Jane was so much more terrifying.
She intertwined their fingers and pulled all their hands up to her lips, kissing Jane's and lingered a few seconds. She was not going to drown in those thoughts. She would cherish the given chance of a day with her family, a day to recuperate when they both normally would have gone back to work immediately.
She took a deep breath and turned in Jane's arms, pressing a soft kiss to her wife's lips.
"What would you like to do today?"
Jane shook her head slightly. "I don't really care. Relatively little excitement would be nice for a change."
"How about Franklin Park Zoo or New England Aquarium?"
"Sounds nice but isn't Sophie a little too young to understand?"
"She doesn't need to understand anything. She will have a wonderfully experience with all the new things to look at and she will be very tired when we come back home, so we can have a quiet evening on the sofa, watching a movie or…"
She kissed Jane again, this time a little longer, a little more sensual. She had left that ending of her sentence open deliberately, her kiss would express exactly what kind of offer was on the table also.
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Squirt and Brownie, the two donkeys. Their screams made Sophie laugh. Love at first sight.
The same was true for Valkyrie, the barn owl. But it wasn't a loud laugh but astonishment. The animal and their daughter just stared at each other for minutes before the owl blinked her eyes and Sophie wiggled her tiny hands.
Their daughter had up until now only met Jo and Bass and for once in the last two weeks she had been anything but fussy. Meeting Blue the cougar, Cleopatra the pygmy hippopotamus, Abby the Baird's tapir, Jockamo the giant anteater, Ariel the fennec fox and Kiazi, Kipawa, Bomani and Johari the De Brazza's monkeys kept her very distracted from her teething. Before it was time for a nap, they visited Smoky and Bubba the black bear brothers and Kambiri and Kiki the western lowland gorillas.
Jane had kissed her discreetly when Maura provided the fact that baby gorillas will eat over 90 pounds of kale in their first year. That lions are the only big cats that boast those impressive manes. That male cubs begin to grow their mane around one year of age, and that it can take up to four years for it to grow completely. That West African dwarf crocodiles have between 30-32 razor-sharp teeth. That unlike many other species, they continuously grow and replace their old teeth, which are pushed out by new teeth developing below. That Warthogs lack sweat glands and wallow in mud as a way to stay cool. That the mud also removes parasites from their skin, and acts as a camouflage and sunscreen. And that a kea's long, narrow beak not only makes it a good climber, that it's also useful in digging up insects that make up part of their diet.
Maura's wealth of knowledge often was an absolute enigma to Jane, but it was always Jane who moved Maura to tears when explaining the world to their little girl. Like when she whispered the meaning and significance of the word 'bromance' against Sophie's temple. Referring to Chad the male giraffe and Menelik the male zebra being inseparable, as explained on the sign next to their compound.
Better yet. Their so-called bromance was in plain sight for everyone as Menelik was standing between Chad's long legs and cuddling up to the right one. After bottle feeding Sophie their baby fell asleep rather quickly and the couple looked for a place to sit down and have at least some kind of a little privacy.
They were not shy to hold hands in public and though they sometimes earned some disgusted glances they didn't care for other people's opinion on their relationship. However, both had a definite and shared opinion that a special kind of intimacy had no place in public. Not theirs and not others either.
It was okay to exchange a small, harmless kiss when nobody was looking directly, even a small hug in public was sometimes okay. Cuddling or even making out in public wasn't, it belonged in the privacy of their home. Everyone's home.
However, they were magically drawn to it today. Physical closeness and tenderness were just as important today as the air to breathe.
They found a quiet corner where Maura could be in Jane's arms, untroubled. Where she could enjoy the scent of Jane's skin and where she could place small, tender, sweet kisses on her jaw while watching their daughter sleep.
Maura cuddled closer to Jane and they let themselves be carried away for a kiss. It was soft and delicate and when Jane's hand wandered down towards Maura's small of the back the blonde pulled Jane's palm to her right breast, the only half-closed coat hiding that action.
"Dr. Isles!" Jane whispered hoarsely against warm lips, pretending to be scandalized. She could feel Maura's hard nipple against the pad of her index.
"Oh baby, you have no idea." Maura whispered back, biting Jane's lower lip softly. "I would like to feel your sinfully long fingers sliding into my pants and so much further, preferably right now."
It was Jane's turn to bite Maura's lip. "You know that if you were a man that would have been awfully sexist."
"One of the many perks to be with you is that I don't need to censor myself. That I can tell you what I want and don't have to be ashamed of it." She kissed Jane again, pulling only a tad away. "I want you Jane Rizzoli, all the time and I want to spend the rest of the afternoon to tire out Sophie and to build up this desire for you to extremes and when we finally get our daughter into bed I want to combust under your touch." She stood and pulled Jane into her arms, whispering directly into her ear. "I want you hard and fast, soft and slow. I want you to fuck me and I want to make love with you."
She kissed Jane again before she lent down to slowly wake up Sophie from her nap by caressing her face. They used the time until Sophie was properly awake to have a bite to eat, which they had packed.
Although Jane had absolutely no objection to fast food, her experiences with Giddy Up Grill were mixed. Sometimes you could eat well there and sometimes you couldn't. The last time she remembered her fries were cold and the burger dry, even though the place had been pretty empty.
It wasn't as if Jane had been ignorant all her life, but since she was with Maura, and especially since they became parents, she was a little more sensible. Wasting food or the Christmas tree thing was something she was really concerned about now. Of course, it was easier when you had the money to buy high-priced and hand-petted groceries and when she used to think that cooking was just wasting time on most days, she now valued meals together as a family and these rarely came in plastic packaging.
Actually, she had always really enjoyed the meals as a family. From an early age but with moving out of her childhood home, being alone, attending the academy, becoming a police officer had shifted her priorities. As much as she liked to eat, eating was a necessity that could easily be taken care of on the side.
They enjoyed the afternoon. It was a beautiful, sunny, almost-too-warm day for May. They strolled on to the compounds that they had not visited. Singi the yak, Maxine and Molasse the Sloths, Sokka the Muntjac, where Jane learned that Muntjacs are sometimes called barking deer because of the distinctive sound of their call that sounds like a dog's bark. Anala the tiger, Kira and Himal the snow leopards, Gotham the ferret, Julius and Wub the ostriches. Jane loved Gimli the red panda because of his fluffy mane and Maura couldn't pass up the chance to tell her wife that Bamboo makes up about 95% of red pandas' diets.
They decided to have dinner in a quiet, Mexican restaurant where Sophie was the absolute crush of all the service staff and the owner in no time at all and when they finally got home the little one was even too tired for a proper bath. They both sat in the rocking chair in Sophie's room, Maura in Jane's lap and their daughter in her arms until the girl fell asleep. While the doctor carefully put the child to bed, Jane went to the kitchen and poured them both a glass of wine. They met in the hallway between the stairs and the living room.
Jane stood there, a wine glass in each hand, and let Maura kiss her while the blonde's hands caressed shamelessly over her bottom. A few minutes later, the two found themselves on the sofa. Jane sitting in the corner, her right leg stretched out along the backrest, the left one bent, her foot on the edge of the sofa. Maura lay in between, half on her back, half on her side. Head on Jane's chest.
They lay there in pleasant silence and Jane absentmindedly played with a strand of Maura's hair. The news on low volume in the background. The whispered words from the zoo vibrated between them, but indulging in them so easily would have overtones like binge drinking cheap booze.
They snuggled into the blanket and Jane kissed Maura's hairline, once, twice. The blonde repeated the early afternoon gesture and brought Jane's hand, this time her right one, to her breast. The fabric of the blouse, now open to the third button, felt pleasantly warm against the detective's palm.
While Jane was busy getting Maura to turn up her head, her fingers acted instinctively, she caressed Maura's breast, let her fingertips circle around the nipple and when their lips met, the left hand also went up.
It all still took place above clothes. That changed when Jane's right hand slipped along Maura's side and the left went under the blouse to the right breast. Maura grabbed both thighs she was lying in between. Her grip tightened again as Jane's fingers slipped under the fabric of her bra.
Maura wasn't impatient. It wasn't that Jane could resist her in any way, but her wife had her own way of showing it. While previous lovers had made her a sex object and couldn't wait, Jane always took her time. Not to tease her, but out of respect. Nonetheless, Maura opened her pants, button and zipper and made it easier for Jane to get to where Maura ultimately wanted her. Inside. And Jane rarely needed to be asked twice.
She should have gotten used to it by now, but it still felt the same as the first time Jane had touched her. She bit Jane's lower lip as the detective's fingertips touched her womanhood. She moaned softly. She had never imagined herself to be so emotional and expressive during sex. That she would bite someone, not hard but still bite, and scratch. Sex was good, but sex was sex and sex with Jane was something completely different.
Jane leaned forward and grabbed her glass of wine, took a small sip, then offered it to Maura. She kept her glass to her, occasionally kissing Maura's jaw while caressing the blonde's clit at a leisurely pace, taking a sip of wine every so often.
This time Maura bit her own lower lip. This was a very good example of how well their couple worked. Maura would have resented anyone else, presumably anyone else would resent Jane too.
They hadn't spoken a single word to each other in half an hour and Maura knew that their voices would be husky if they did now. She loved Jane's voice, and sometimes Jane's voice made the difference between a satisfying orgasm and a total loss of control.
She was pretty sure that the total loss of control would play a role at some point later, but right now it was all about closeness and relaxation, tenderness and familiarity, togetherness.
She arched her back when Jane hit a certain spot, she had been particularly sensitive there in her late pregnancy and Jane had barely been able to touch her there without Maura feeling the need to run into the bathroom and relieve herself. The first time it happened she was horrified. How does one tell their love that she would be peed on if she touched her there again?
But that didn't matter now. It was in the past and Maura felt a lot at the moment, but certainly not that she had to pee. She switched sides, her back now leaning against Jane's left leg. All of their movements were so deliberate that someone could enter the room at any time and would have no idea what was going on under the blanket.
Okay, maybe not really if you looked at Maura's appearance. She knew you could tell the arousal on her face, in her eyes, and in her flushed skin. She took over the wine glass and it was a broad hint that she urgently needed Jane's second hand elsewhere. She moaned softly again when Jane's hand cupped her right breast. With her eyes closed, she searched for Jane's lips and kissed them hungrily.
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Two hours later they were in bed. Maura, with her back supported by a pillow against the headboard, nursing a deadly tired Sophie. Jane sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, wrapped in a sheet. Her baby had already fallen asleep twice and was only suckling lazily on her left nipple, as sorry as she was, she had to gently wake the little one over and over again. It would upset her entire sleep schedule if Sophie slept through her last meal.
It was Maura who put the little girl back to bed and when she came back, she wasn't alone. She was stark naked and their only sex toy was dangling from her right index finger. She looked at Jane, asking. The cop smiled tenderly and nodded. It would be the first time they'd use it after the pregnancy. Neither of them could explain why, but Jane never asked for it. If it was used between them, then Maura had to see to it.
Maura didn't care for a penis at all. Jane had so much more to offer. And after the pregnancy she had been reserved about that particular topic, because of what had happened.
She had been ashamed for quite a while for the way she had used Jane to satisfy her sexual cravings.
Jane, however, hadn't given it nearly as much thought as Maura. It took Maura a while to understand that her wife had added it to the pile of things that needn't to be justified or questioned. It had been something that Maura had needed and that had been enough for Jane.
Tonight, it felt right to use it again. It wasn't exactly sexy to prepare for having sex by putting it on. But that, too, was something Maura had learned since being with Jane. In a well-working relationship, not everything needs to be sexy, not even while having sex. That is exactly what makes the difference.
Jane slipped inside carefully and slowly, not only because of Maura but also because the toy had already been inside her for a good twenty minutes or maybe even longer. It wasn't as if it leaves Jane cold when Maura writhe in arousal underneath her, when Maura's voice pants her name, tasting Maura against her tongue.
The medical examiners hands cub Jane's face and pulls her into a tender kiss, all the while Jane penetrates her deeply until their hips are flush against each other's. They stay like that for a few moments, to adjust to the feeling.
It is Maura's hands that give the 'good to go' when they slide down a muscular back to spectacular buttocks. The doctor loves the feeling of their skin rubbing against each other full contact. Unfortunately, for their sexes to touch each other's there is a limit of positions and Maura really loves to wrap her legs around Jane's hips. Maura also likes to ride Jane when they are using their sex toy because Jane can then use both her hands to touch her.
It wasn't planned, by either of them, and they weren't usually a couple constantly changing positions during sex. Tonight, they did. From missionary position to Maura riding Jane back to missionary and Jane even lifted herself upon her arms to get a little more power into her thrusts and when Jane reached for the belt to pull it off Maura stopped her.
She swung her right leg over Jane's side and reached back to enter herself again with the silicon penis. Her left hand, arm underneath her own head reached into Jane's hair and her right clawed into Jane's buttock. They had slept together like this before, but it had been Jane's fingers bringing her to climax back then. They had to get creative during the pregnancy, especially when Maura's belly got in the way for them to have body contact while making love. Jane, above her, propped up on her arms was also something they had done for the first time during the pregnancy. Their sex wasn't what people would call dirty. Their sex was much too soft and tender, some might call it even behaved. They had experimented a lot during Maura's pregnancy and in the final trimester they had enjoyed each other very much and had a lot of fun, too.
The concept of laughing during sex had been something Maura had to learn first. There had been no such a thing, not even with Ian who she thought she loved. Now she could laugh lustily while having sex with Jane and she did. When she came down from her orgasm and she tried to close her legs, she burst out laughing. Oh god, she would be sore tomorrow and hardly able to walk normally.
Maura admired Jane. She had worn the harness twice herself during the pregnancy and she had only lain on her back and although Maura was fit and well trained her gluteus maximus had burned like fire the next morning, both times.
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A/N
I had a long conversation online yesterday and I remembered something that I did ask myself a lot back then, reading a story. They always needed to pull back to breath… what happened to people's noses? Don't they have one? Don't people breath through their noses?
