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A/N: The song title is Give me love, by the lovely Ed Sheeran. About 4 chapters to go now I think,will try and start wrapping things up, in between fluff :-)
***This Chapter will be RATED M. I am currently blushing a lot.
FLIGHTLESS ANGEL.
Chapter 16 – All I want is the taste that your lips allow . . .
"Hey," was the sole word that husked from the lips of a soaked through Jane Rizzoli, leaning on the door-frame of Maura's house. Sheepish eyes looked out from a dripping face, drawn and tired, but with a small smile tugging at the edges of her lips.
"Good evening, Jane," Maura smiled, mirroring the Detective's slouch against the inside of the door. "Or should I say good morning, as it is now past 1am."
"Yeah, I know it's late. I just finished up with Frost and Korsak. I figured you wouldn't be asleep just yet," Jane let herself have a cheeky glance through to Maura's lounge, where the lights were indeed on, and she could see books neatly on various surfaces around the room.
"No, I was studying."
"Studying?" Jane questioned in good humour. "And there was me thinking you knew everything."
"Well, I don't. There you have it, verbatim. Or from the donkey's mouth as you would say."
"Horse, Maura," Jane pretended to knock her head against the door, and exhaled dramatically before smiling fully and genuinely, "From the horse's mouth."
They stood for a moment or two, simply looking at one another, revelling in the quiet of Maura's neighbourhood, in their proximity where they could smell one another's scents, where they could stand like this, so close, and simply enjoy the moment. Maura reached out her hand.
"In. And in the shower. Before you catch your death."
Once Jane was washed and in dry clothes, some spare yoga pants and an old BPD hoodie that she kept at Maura's for no good reason, she shuffled out into the lounge, enjoying the softness of the carpet on her worn-out feet.
The sight that greeted her was a gift directly from heaven. Maura Isles, with her hair up in a loose bun, in one of Jane's white running t-shirts, sitting cross legged on the floor in a pair of simple grey sweatpants, reading a book and scrunching her nose up in consentration, in the adorable way that only Maura could get away with.
Jane stopped at the island in the kitchen, drinking in the sight of the beautiful woman, so effortlessly stunning, so unbelievably unaware of her own beauty; inside and out. Jane pulled her hands out of the pockets of her pants and walked slowly over to where Maura was seated, positioning herself directly behind the M.E, wrapping long arms around a tiny waist, and taking a moment to nuzzle in the blonde's neck, breathing her in.
"How did your video conference go?" Maura half whispered, still in deep consentration, but acutely aware of the presence of the woman now enveloping her.
Jane breathed deeply once more, before moving her head just a tad to rest her cheek on Maura's shoulder, to steal a peek at what her companion was working on. Jane's mind was buzzing. After her conversation with Peter Cranston, she fought the urge to go and visit the old house. But that would mean calling Thomas, and that would mean giving the game away. She would have to work this under the radar, but by the book. There was one sure way of doing that; Maura. On the one hand, she had her method. But on the other, it could mean endangering the life of the one person in this life who truly made her feel alive, and the though paralysed her with fear. The thought of losing Maura was unbearable.
Thoughts of Jessica's funeral played through her mind. She had never felt more alone in all her life that day. While people mourned and openly expressed their grief around her, she kept hers bottled up, terrified to cry in case people figured out their secret, that they had been madly and desperately in love; that they were devoted to one another. That, up until the day of Melissa's murder, both Jane and Jessica had truly believed they were made for one another. Jane hadn't felt that kind of feeling in years, until the day she met a certain Medical Examiner, until the day that feeling came back five fold and stronger. Could Jane really risk the life of the woman she loved, to bring about justice for the lost life of the woman she had loved before?
Maura felt Jane's arms tighten, ever so slightly, but enough for her to close her book, set it on the floor with her other study apparel, and turn so that her face was directly next to Jane's, tucking her right shoulder into Jane's chest. She raised her left hand up and touched Jane's chin gently,with her thumb and forefinger, signifying that Jane was in a safe place, with a confidant.
When no sound was forthcoming, she let want and need take over. Gently and slowly rubbing her nose against the brunette's, she let her eyes drop completely to Jane's lips, leaning in for the slightest of touches. Leaning in again, so that both lips met once more, but without a full contact kiss. She let her eyes drift to Jane's now, which had fluttered closed, Jane's breathing slow but deep, warming her skin where it drifted across her nose and cheeks.
Maura moved her hands down Jane's cheek, to her neck, letting her index finger slowly trace an invisible line down to Jane's collarbone, tracing it then across to Jane's super-sternal notch, and back up again to that strong chin, which she now held once more, and guided back to her own lips.
Maura let her head rest against Jane's, revelling in the other woman's breathing, which was becoming ever so slightly laboured, in the slight fluttering of Jane's eyelids, in the feeling of Jane's skin underneath her own, as she let her hand drift back around the curve of Jane's shoulder and up into her hair, as she finally pulled the brunette in for a long and deep kiss; kissing slowly and with love at first, before becoming heated and full of the obvious need they both were so desperate to conceal from one another.
Jane slipped her tongue into Maura's mouth, slowly and exploratory at first, gradually more possessively and confidently until Jane's hands were up the back of Maura's t-shirt. She revelled in the feeling of the body that was gradually leaning more and more into her own, until the blonde lay directly on top of her, only lifting and breaking contact momentarily as she raised her arms to allow Jane to remove the shirt. Maura put her hands at the back of Jane's neck, clasping them and telling the Detective without words that she wanted to remain in the position they currently found themselves in, with Maura straddling the Detective.
Maura looked deep into Jane's eyes, before letting one of her hands from behind Jane's neck slide it's way slowly over Jane's collarbone, over an extremely responsive nipple, before wavering off course from those beautiful abdominals, to take Jane's own hand, now resting by Maura's hip. Maura flattened their palms together, linked their fingers and kissed the brunette deeply, sliding her tongue back into Jane's mouth and she slowly brought Jane's hand up to the waistband of her pants. She released her grip of the hand, and flattened Jane's palm upright against the skin of her lower stomach, right on the precipice of the only barrier between them.
"Here and now, Jane. I want you. All of you, and me. Now."
Jane felt Maura's hand cover her own once more, and slide her hand, fingers first, beneath her waistband.
Jane was powerless to prevent the moan that escaped her throat, as her fingertips slid down past Maura's clit. Maura exhaled heavily at the contact, and shuddered just enough for Jane to wrap her right arm around the blonde's back, both supporting her and intensifying the contact even more.
Jane buried her face in Maura's chest, her right hand expertly and swiftly freeing Maura of the only piece of clothing left on the top half of her body. She licked and kissed her way from the top of Maura's breasts, up the blonde's neck, until their mouths met once more in a frenzied dance of lips and tongues. Maura had quickly started to raise and lower herself at a slow steady pace, on and off Jane's digits as the Detective worked the length of her partners most sensitive area. Maura broke the kiss momentarily and gripped the back of Jane's neck, as she used strong yoga-trained legs to raise herself up so much so, that Jane knew this was as much as an indication as she was going to get.
She slowly, and carefully slid one long digit inside of Maura, feeling the M.E moan into her neck, she curled her finger before withdrawing it almost fully and adding a second, then a third; while her thumb continued to rub against Maura's clit, which by now, felt like it was on fire and was pounding it's pulse through her very core.
Jane had probably been inside Maura for a matter of minutes; before the blonde's breath began to hitch, her back began to arch entirely of it's own volition, before Maura began to beg and moan and plead and eventually; scream, Jane's name.
"Good morning," Maura smiled happily from the kitchen, where she was brewing freshly ground coffee.
"Good morning," Jane beamed, somewhat sleepily in response; rounding the island to stand directly behind the smaller woman, and encase her in strong arms. "You seem happy."
Maura beamed, Jane catching a glimpse of a smile as Maura turned her head to the side, trying to stifle a giggle. She turned in the Detective's arms, reaching up and around Jane's neck in a comfortable embrace.
"I am," Maura smiled. "I am very happy, thank-you Jane."
"Good," Jane husked in reply. "Because so am I."
Maura smiled and placed her hand over Jane's heart, before turning to finish their coffees.
"It's the endorphins. From repeated, and one rather wonderful, simultaneous; orgasm," she chimed, freeing herself of Jane's embrace and walking to her room, "Now you wish you'd asked me years ago, quite how that feels," she quipped as she flashed a filthy grin at one gobsmacked Jane Rizzoli.
"I know he's involved," Jane looked the closed file cover, in desperation as she bit her fingernails.
"Janie, you know your gut is good," Vince Korsak appeased her. He thought carefully, taking off his glasses and placing them by the keyboard on his desk. "But I believe you."
Jane looked to the Veteran now. He had seen her at her very worst, and her very best. Hehad never doubted her, but she would have forgiven him for doubting her now.
"And I know we'll find a way, Jane. There has to be a way, no one is perfect, least of all serial killers. They all make a mistake. We just have to find his."
Jane's eyes were far away. She spoke beyond a whisper.
"Or we make him make one." She looked over to her former partner. "Korsak he's had us on the back foot all these years. Someone else serving his sentence. Taking the credit for the things he's done. Why'd he start again now? What's his reason? We find his reason, we find his mistake."
"Jane," Maura smiled up from her paperwork.
"Hey," Jane couldn't help but smile back.
Maura held onto the corner of the lapel on Jane's blazer, as the Detective leant down for a chaste kiss.
"To what do I owe this little unexpected pleasure?"
Jane kissed the M.E gently on the forehead, before kneeling down alongside her chair.
"I've figured it out Maur'. I know who's killing those girls. But I need your help. I need your help to catch him."