A/N: Some hastily written and shameless smut that I needed to get off my chest to be able to carry on the slow burn of my other story Janie's Got a Gun without going crazy. Enjoy!
Heavy bass reverberated through the club floor, pounding through the chests of the crowd of dancing women. Lights alternated in a rainbow of colours as they shone through the low haze of a smoke machine. The white bar was full from end to end and Merch was as busy as always at 10 pm on a Friday night. Jane and Maura sat knee to knee at the bar as they finished their drinks. The music was so loud there was little point in trying to talk over it but neither the Medical Examiner or the Detective wanted to talk. They were there to wordlessly enjoy each other, their company and dance close and hot to escape their realities. They had been doing this for weeks. Coming to Merch, dancing until the sexual tension was so unbearable they either fucked in the ladies room or, if they could hold out, got a cab to Maura's and fucked on any surface in her pristine house. Tonight would be no different.
Jane finished her beer and took Maura's hand to lead her to the dance floor. She followed the honey blonde with both hands on her hips until they reached the floor and she pulled the smaller woman close to her front to feel her ass grind against her hips. They danced, grinding and body rolling into each other as Jane kissed Maura's neck and held her waist. Jane knew just what those hips could do and wanted to be sure that every other woman in the club was jealous.
"I'm going to make you come so hard that you can't see when we get home." Jane growled in her ear and Maura felt goosebumps up her arms. She turned around and snaked her hands into Jane's black curls, pulling her head down into a heated kiss. Their tongues danced together and they nipped each other's lower lips until they stopped for air. Jane's hands still held Maura's hips and pulled their crotches so close together that Jane thought Maura might actually be able to feel her heat. Maura shifted to one side ever so slightly and pressed her thigh against the front of Jane's jeans to illicit a low growl from the detective. Jane's head fell to Maura's shoulder and she kissed her soft, elegant neck. Maura Isles was the ultimate professional, composed lady through the day in her work but for these past weeks, Jane had known her become almost feral when she was stripping the detective naked in her hallway, her kitchen, her bedroom, her shower and once even sat atop her oak dining table. Maura knew what she wanted and she knew exactly how to get Jane to give it to her over and over again.
"Take me home. Now." Maura breathed heavily into Jane's ear and discreetly slipped her hand between their bodies and pressed on the outside of Jane's jeans to cause a friction she knew would make Jane wetter than she undoubtedly already was. The detective could only moan in response before taking Maura's hand and leading her toward the club entrance to hail a cab.
They sat in the back of the cab wordlessly for the duration of the short journey. Maura's hand remained in Jane's lap all the while they traveled. Slowly she kneaded the taller woman's inner thigh and intensified her arousal. As they arrived at Maura's Beacon Hill home, Jane noticed the lights still on in the guest house.
"My mother is still awake." she said with a slight frown.
"Should we carry on driving to your apartment?" Maura asked. Jane considered it for a moment.
"No. She won't know it's me, it's you who's louder. I'm sure she'll just assume you've brought someone home. I'm not waiting any longer to get my hands on you." Jane replied with assurance in her voice and a playful smile.
As they crossed the threshold and the door was kicked shut, Jane lifted Maura and carried her over to the kitchen counter. They scrambled to remove each others clothes and one or two buttons rattled when they hit the floor. Pushing Maura's blouse open, Jane took the Blonde's lightly freckled breasts in her hands and began to tease her nipples as they kissed. Maura inched forward on the counter and wrapped one leg around Jane's waist to touch her and create friction at her centre against the rough fabric of their jeans. Finally she pushed the detective's shirt up and over her head and unhooked her bra. It was thrown over the couch and onto the sitting room floor. Maura began to unbutton Jane's jeans and push them down but Jane stepped back.
"Yours first." she stated, simply and with eyes so dark and filled with arousal they were almost black. Maura hopped off the counter and shimmied out of her own jeans, making a point of shaking her breasts as she did, much to Jane's pleasure. With both of their jeans and underwear gone, Jane lifted Maura back up on to the kitchen counter and dropped down onto her knees in front of Maura. Taking one leg in her hand, she pulled it over her shoulder and ran her tongue up though Maura's wetness. She moaned at the taste and the sound sent vibrations through the blonde making her dig her heel into Jane's back, pulling her closer.
Using her tongue, Jane flicked over Maura's clit and dipped inside her, drawing a gasp from the ME. She worked slowly and varied the pressure of her tongue before Maura began to pant.
"Oh god, Jane. Use your fingers, I can't hold on." she said through ragged breaths. Her head was back and her blonde waves cascaded down her back. A sheen of sweat glistened across her chest. Jane slipped two fingers inside her and curled them round to hit the sweet spot that made Maura moan her name loudly. She was sure her Mother could hear but right now, with her head between the best legs in Massachusetts, she really honestly did not care. She worked her fingers in and out of Maura slowly at first and then quickened her pace, always matching the speed of her fingers with the speed of her tongue on Maura's clit. The gasps and moans from the ME gradually grew louder and her thighs tensed around Jane's head and shoulders as she inched closer to climax. Maura reached with one hand to wind her fingers through Jane's curls once again in an attempt to increase the pressure from her mouth on her core. Jane slipped a third finger inside and felt Maura tense around her.
"Oh god, yes! Jane! Keep going, keep going." Maura moaned loudly and she felt Jane smile against her. With another curl of her fingers, Jane brought Maura over the edge with a scream of pure pleasure. Her legs wrapped around Jane's shoulder tightened and quivered as she came and the hand threaded through her black curls gripped on while she shivered. She moaned again and Jane's name fell from her lips loudly while she came undone. Jane reached up to her hips to steady her and continued to flick her tongue over her swollen, soaked clit while the after shocks shook through her. Eventually, Maura's breathing slowed and she lay back on to her elbows as Jane stood up between her legs and leaned over her. The detective licked her fingers and hummed in appreciation at the sweet taste of Maura. She bent down and kissed the blonde deeply and Maura moaned into the kiss as she tasted herself on Jane's lips and tongue.
Slowly, Jane slipped her hands underneath Maura and lifted her again. Maura wrapped her legs around Jane's waist and Jane felt the wetness on her stomach. As she carried Maura up the stairs, between deep kisses, Maura growled into Jane's ear,
"I'm going to make you scream, Jane Rizzoli. I'm going to make you beg me for your release." she purred.