A/N-I'm back! I do have some Rizzoli and Isles fics in the works (including a good chunk of that reward fic), but nothing that I can seem to finish. So here's just a little scene, tidbits of which I originally had as the end of "Pheromones." It may or may not be a one-shot, I haven't decided yet. Maybe if I get the appropriate motivation I will extend it ;)
If I owned R&I, it would be back on my TV by now…
"Jane," Maura said, shaking Jane's shoulder gently as she sat on the bed, already fully dressed. "You have to get up."
In response, Jane rolled over and groaned.
"But you kept me up really late," Jane said with a devilish smirk as she squinted at Maura and pulled the covers up to her chin.
"That doesn't change the fact that it is already 11:12 and we have to be at your parents for lunch at noon," Maura said, either ignoring or entirely missing Jane's innuendo.
Jane exhaled and scrunched her nose at Maura's annoyingly sound logic.
"You need to get up," Maura said rising from her spot as she patted Jane's leg. "I know that you make a habit of being late, but I don't."
"C'mon," Jane said, throwing the covers of and sitting up so that her feet rested on the floor. "It's Saturday lunch with my parents. It's not like we're having dinner with the governor or anything."
Before Maura could continue to lecture her on the merits of punctuality in all areas of life, Jane got up and shuffled sleepily over to her dresser to find an unwrinkled pair of jeans and a shirt that Maura would find suitable, or at the very least acceptable.
Jane threw on a plain, blue tank top and her favorite pair of 'weekend pants.' She did her usual quick morning routine in the bathroom, then made her way to the kitchen. She found Maura tidying up the kitchen, refolding Jane's haphazardly 'folded' hand towels.
Maura got so into everything that she did. If Doctor Isles was going to do something, it was with the utmost precision and enthusiasm. She got so absorbed in folding Jane's dishtowels neatly into their place that Jane was able to watch her from the archway for a moment without the doctor noticing. Then Jane walked up quietly behind her and slid her hands around Maura's waist.
Maura did not jump as Jane half expected her to at the unexpected touch. Jane rested her chin on Maura's shoulder and kissed her neck.
"It is now," Jane said, taking a quick glance at the clock on the stove. "11:30. I have some really good ideas for how to pass the time until noon."
Maura turned around and leaned against the counter, putting her arms around Jane's neck. She licked her lips and smiled at Jane. So she actually was thinking about the same naughty things that Jane had implied. Jane pressed up against Maura and kissed her soundly, and with the kind of enthusiasm that she knew Maura responded to. Maura kissed back for a while and even ran her fingers up under Jane's shirt before pulling away. Jane noted with some small degree of satisfaction that it took Maura a moment to compose herself.
"I, we can't. Not right now," Maura said. She looked around, as if for the reason why they couldn't do the exact thing that Jane knew they both desperately wanted to do. "I just got dressed and if this shirt gets a wrinkle, I will not have time to fix it and I have no other clean outfits here."
"You can wear one of my shirts," Jane said, shrugging as she rested her hands on Maura's hips.
"Really, Jane," Maura said, raising her eyebrows incredulously.
"Yeah, you're right, bad idea," Jane said, she bit her lip and looked around. "I'll be very gentle with your shirt. I'll even fold it up nice after I tear it off you."
"Jane," Maura said, trying to put on her serious scolding voice, even though Jane detected the hint of a smile there. "Now I know you're just patronizing me."
Jane pulled her best innocent face. If she said so herself, it was a pretty damn good innocent face; she'd managed to fool Frost on at least two or three occasions with that face. It rarely worked on Maura though, and this time was no different.
Maura moved so that she was free from Jane's grasp, but still not too far away. When she spoke, it was with a decisiveness that Jane suspected was meant to convince Maura as much as it was meant to convince Jane.
"I am not going to be late to your family party because we were occupied having sex in your kitchen," Maura said.
"We could go into the bedroom," Jane suggested, raising her eyebrows. "It would probably be more comfortable anyway."
"I am serious, Jane," Maura said. "If we are late because we can't keep our hands off of each other, I will not be able to face your parents. You know that I can't lie. What would I say to them? Sorry we're late, I was busy giving your daughter multiple orgasms?"
Jane could not help but laugh at the thought of what her family would say if Maura came out with that particular gem over a second helping of gnocchi. At first Maura tried to look disapproving and mortified at the thought. Her façade did not last long though. She eventually let herself laugh along with Jane.
"I guess you're right," Jane said, glancing at the clock. "After all this time talking, we'd definitely be late now. Especially if there were multiple orgasms involved."
"I'd beg to differ," Maura said, picking up her purse off the counter as she walked towards the door. "I can make you climax repeatedly with relative ease."
Jane grabbed her coat where she had draped it over her comfy chair as she followed Maura out the door. She couldn't help but grin at the thought.
"You are definitely going to have to prove that to me later tonight," Jane said.
"Only so long as you can return the favor," Maura said, glancing sideways at Jane and giving her best sultry smile.
If they were not already in the hallway, Jane swore that she could have undressed Maura right then and there, lateness be damned. But they were well on their way to the car, and Jane would have to satisfy herself with lacing her fingers with Maura's as they walked down the hallway.
Jane was simply far too stubborn and persistent for her own good. Maura recognized that those exact personality traits made her an excellent homicide detective, but they also tended to create difficult situations for Maura. Jane and her persistence had a way of getting Maura to do entirely improper things in entirely improper settings.
For example, when Jane pulled down a little used side street about a block from the Rizzoli household, Maura had been very firmly set on getting Jane to her family lunch early. Their relationship was still new and Maura knew the importance of showing Angela and Frank that she was a good influence on their little girl. Jane, however, had other plans.
She had just pulled over and unbuckled, though she made no attempt to get out of the car.
"Jane, what are you doing? Your parents don't live on Oak Street," Maura said, leaving her seatbelt on.
"I know, but it's only," Jane said, looking at her cell phone to check the time. "11:50. We have ten minutes which is really like fifteen or twenty."
It only took Maura about a second and a half to understand Jane's meaning, especially given Jane's previous attempts at seduction. Then there was that look, that thorough, appreciative up and down that Jane gave Maura. Even Maura for all of her social ineptitude knew the meaning of that look.
"No, Jane," Maura said. She felt her resolve weaken even as she resisted Jane, especially when Jane ran her hand through Maura's hair. "No we cannot have sex in a car a block from your parents' house."
"They can't see us. C'mon, Maura," Jane said as she moved closer and kissed Maura's neck. "Even by your standards we still have some time."
"But, no, Jane. The tinted windows, you don't have tinted windows," Maura said. She understood how utterly inarticulate she sounded, but she apparently could not achieve articulate responses while also resisting something she found nearly irresistible.
"Exciting, isn't it?" Jane said, raising her eyebrows and smirking mischievously. Maura never could have ever been convinced to have public sex, but now she was seriously considering it.
"No, well, yes, it is arousing," Maura admitted. After all, she could not lie, especially not to those that she cared about. "Quite arousing actually."
"Told ya," Jane said, as she moved from her seat. She maneuvered gracefully by Jane standards so that she was straddling Maura's lap. "After all that talking we only have 18 minutes."
"You mean eight," Maura corrected.
This time Maura went in for the kiss, hoping that initiating might give her some measure of control. Usually it did help, but the prospect of rather public sex, while mortifying in one sense, stimulated the small part of Maura that reveled in risk taking, a part that she rarely indulged in. That, that was the very reason that Maura found Jane so sexually appealing; the detective was a manifestation of her own suppressed desire to act impulsively.
Any thoughts about the underlying Freudian psychology in Maura's attraction to Jane went the way of her steely resistance when Jane managed to slip her hand between Maura's legs and rubbed over her pants. Maura sighed into the kiss, still shocked that she was actually doing this, but far too aroused to stop at this point in their encounter.
Maura wanted desperately to touch Jane in the way that Jane touched her, but their current seating arrangement made that something of a challenge, so she settled on slipping a hand up Jane's shirt, almost instinctively going for the most sensitive parts of Jane's chest while kissing Jane's neck and shoulder.
Just when things were getting truly passionate, approaching that area where getting caught would no longer be of any concern to either of them, Jane opened her eyes for a second. The next second, she pulled away abruptly, bumping her head as she scrambled back into the driver's seat.
Maura, with her mind still clouded by lust, could not immediately understand Jane's sudden rush to get back to her seat.
Jane mumbled an impressive string of curses repeatedly as she rubbed the back of her head and looked in her rearview mirror. Maura only wished that Jane's impressive vocabulary included fewer swears and more of the rather useful medical jargon that Maura enjoyed.
Maura did not have any time to respond to her girlfriend's profanity filled tirade. As it was, she just barely had time to button the top two buttons of her shirt before Frankie was knocking on the window.
Jane rolled down the window and smiled as if she had not just been cursing his very existence. Maura always marveled at how well Jane could do that, put on such an impressive poker face. Maura usually failed miserably, so this was a time she would just have to stay quiet and nod in agreement to everything Jane said.
"Hey, Frankie, what's up? You walk here or something?" Jane asked.
"Naw, came early and decided to go for a walk, see what Marco and Jimmy were up to," Frankie said.
"Cool, how're they doing?" Jane asked. Maura noticed Jane subconsciously touch her scars as she said it, perhaps because she was getting antsy with the small talk.
"They weren't around," Frankie said, straightening up a taking a step back so that he could still see Jane through the open window. "I'm gonna head in and get some food now. I've been starving since I smelled ma's sauce this morning."
"You're always starving, Frankie," Jane said, eager to return to the gentle ribbing that Maura noted so characterized the relationship between Jane and Frankie.
"Hey, I'm a growing boy," Frankie said, he turned as if to leave, then said, as if a throwaway remark. "You know Jane you probably want to do something about that lipstick on your neck, and maybe, you know, fix up your hair a little. Not sure how ma and pa feel about the just been fucked look. "
Frankie grinned at Jane, and the fact that Jane blushed and put on her most intimidating stare only made him break down laughing. He did, however, turn back around and continue around the corner out of sight.
Jane, for her part, blushed and muttered a few more swears for good measure. She rubbed the side of her neck until the faint lipstick mark came off. Maura wondered how Frankie had even seen it in the first place; she wondered if perhaps Jane and he shared a gene that enhanced perceptiveness. It would be an entirely plausible explanation for the uncanny perceptiveness of each member of the Rizzoli family. Maura would have to research that later.
"C'mon, let's go," Jane said, once she was satisfied that she looked presentable for her parents. "That talk of ma's sauce made me hungry."
A/N-Nothing too eventful here, just wanted to post something so people knew I haven't up and abandoned writing fanfic altogether :)
Please review and add fanfic fuel to my almost empty creative writing tank. Gas is so expensive these days!
