**DISCLAIMER – I do not own the characters, they belong to TNT and associated bodies. **
A/N – Two chapters up this evening. I toyed with the idea of just posting Ch 6, but in keeping with the mood of how I want this chapter to be taken, it made a lot more sense to post it on the same evening as 6. All will be revealed. Enjoy ;-)
FLIGHTLESS ANGEL.
Chapter 7 – You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off you.
Maura tied her hair up into a ponytail, checking her cleavage in her changing room mirror in the Morgue. She wore skinny jeans teamed with classic high, black stilettos resting on a silver heel, and a low cut black blouse that was just a size too small, rolling the cuffs up and turning up her collar to accentuate the V Line. God Bless Susie and her preppy style.
She pulled her 'phone out of her jeans pocket, looking in the mirror with a mischievous grin, biting her lip that she had just dabbed in a blood-red lipstick. Rounding into the elevator, she tapped out a message.
That's too bad Jane. Get some sleep. Mx
Maura grinned, walking out of the BPD, slipping the 'phone into her back pocket and slightly slapping her own butt.
Jane had just settled into her usual spot for boy's night, on a stool by the bar; with her first 3 rapid-fire tequilas now empty. She was playing catchup after all, she clinked her beer to Frost's and toasted their friendship.
A roar of wolf-whistles and sexual expletives went up in the bar, as the door opened.
Both Jane and Frost turned to the direction of the adoration.
In walked, or rather strutted; one Maura Isles. Jane's jaw dropped.
"Holy Mama in Heaven . . ." Frost managed to breathe out.
Maura Isles had always been gorgeous, but there was something else about her tonight. The woman who had now propped up the closest end of the bar to the exit, was positively smoking. She looked in Jane's direction, took her cell 'phone out of her pocket slowly, letting Jane's eyes fall to her cleavage, and took a dainty sip from the one of five glasses of wines that had been presented to her.
Jane felt her cell buzz, shocking her out of her reverie.
You appear to have noticed something I haven't, around the area of my bosom. See something you like, Detective? I'm guessing that early night isn't going so well? Mx
Jane groaned.
"Everything alright, partner?" Frost looked to the 'phone screen, raising his eyebrow at the message. "I'm not even going to ask," he chortled into his beer. "Partner, whatever you and the Doc get up to, is completely your business. But I don't think she's mad at you," he grinned, his glee not lasting long, with a firm swat to his good arm from the raven haired woman sitting alongside him, completely transfixed by the honey-blonde at the end of the bar.
You look swell
She pressed 'send' accidentally.
"Oh fuck my actual life," Jane whined, trying to rip the battery out of the back of her 'phone, to stop the sending of the far too honest message.
The SENT MESSAGE icon appeared on her screen, followed quickly by another buzz.
She closed her eyes, and took a huge swig of beer, before motioning to the bar-keep for another tequila. Finally she turned her attention back to her 'phone.
Very colloquial. Tell me Jane, what would one say in Boston Cop Talk, if she wanted to ask the bar-tender to send over a drink to a fellow patron? Mx
Maura looked at Jane directly, under hooded eyes; as she sent the message. She turned then, deliberately; to the small group of men now crowded around her, clamouring for her attention. Smiling, she revelled in the effect the company was causing Jane. She dropped her eyes to the device in her hands.
Depends who shes sendin the drink to. If it's to a guy, I'd click my fingers and shout Beer and point to who its goin to. If it's to a woman, it's only in good taste to order something nice, and deliver it in person. Xxx
The extra affection from Jane on the end of the message didn't go unnoticed by the Doctor. Maura motioned one of the staff over with a smile and a curled-finger, whispering in his ear, looking at Jane all the while, bending over slightly more than necessary when she noticed where Jane's eyes had fallen to.
A few minutes later, Maura picked up the two shot glasses in front of her, with one hand. She put her left hand casually into her front left pocket, and sashayed over to the slightly grinning Rizzoli, who was turning her body away from the bar, swivelling on the stool to give the good Doctor her full attention.
"Jane," Maura greeted, oozing confidence. "Fancy seeing you here," she grinned, offering one of the shot glassed to the sheepish brunette.
Jane accepted the glass with a raised eyebrow, and a very appreciate stare at how the bar stool gave her just the right view point of Maura's chest.
"Hmmm," Jane managed to reply. "Fancy that, indeed."
Maura decided to play along, placing her left hand under Jane's chin, and tilting her chin gently until their eyes met once more. Jane finally became aware of their surroundings, and their behaviour; swallowing and looking quickly around the room. Everyone's attention was on something else, no-one was actively looking at them, not even Frost, who was trying his best to watch the game on the screen, and desperately not try to get a hard-on from the flirt-fest playing itself out right alongside him.
Maura's eyes narrowed for a fleeting second, as she noticed Jane's room-sweep. But when bright, slightly tequila-hit, hazel eyes returned to her own; she smiled in appreciation of the return. They were making progress.
"Cheers," Maura held her glass out to Jane's, clinking it and tilting her head back, swallowing the contents without so much as a wince. Jane followed suit, blowing a little bit of air out following the sharp hit of the shots contents.
"So, Maura . . ." Jane wrapped her legs around those of the beauty in front of her, displaying a comfortableness that had been so alien to them at lunch; giving her glass back to the generous giver.
"Care to share the name of the beverage?" Jane figured it would be something fairly flirtatious, given the tone of the evening.
Maura kissed her gently, and slowly on the cheek, right above her mouth. She leaned over Jane, just enough to give Jane an eyefull of what heaven would look like in human form, setting their glasses back on the bar.
"If I drink any more I won't be able to drive. I'll text you. Goodnight Jane," Maura whispered, discretely, and maddeningly; licking Jane's earlobe as she brought her eyes back to Jane's, smiling softly and biting her lip, she she slid her hands down Jane's thighs to release her from their grasp.
A couple of minutes later, Jane's 'phone buzzed for the final time that night.
It was a Screaming Orgasm. Hopefully not the last one I'll ever give you, but the only one I want to pay for. Sweet dreams Jane. Mx
Jane finished over a half a pint of beer in 3 gulps, and headed out to the taxi rank, on the way home for a very cold shower.