A/N: Please note rating change. This chapter is most definitely M and nsfw... enjoy ;)
Nerves had never bothered Jane, and yet standing on Maura's doorstep wearing a little black dress, spike heels and with her hair twisted up on top of her head, she felt like a teenager on prom night. Her stomach did somersaults as she knocked gently at the door before opening it.
Her eyes widened and she felt her jaw physically drop when she saw Maura descending the stairs. The doctor wore the most elegant emerald green blouse Jane had ever seen. Silk shimmered over her chest and shoulders and the fabric clung to her body in all the right places. Her golden hair curled softly around her face and cascaded down her back. Jane drank in her every step as Maura crossed the kitchen to greet her. Maura rose onto her tiptoes and placed a small, sweet kiss on Jane's lips before stepping back again to admire the detective's outfit. She was sure she had never seen Jane looking quite so elegant of her own volition. Two curls had fallen from her bun and framed her face perfectly.
"Jane you look…"
"Not as good as you." Jane interrupted. She reached out and placed her hands on Maura's hips, pulling the smaller woman toward herself and bringing their bodies into contact. She watched Maura's eyes flutter closed and heard her exhale deeply.
"If you want to make a night of it, we should leave now." Maura whispered.
Sorellina was the most expensive restaurant in Boston that Jane could afford. She had booked a private table in a quiet corner, lit by candle light and with the recommended wine chilling on the table. Sitting opposite Maura, the soft glow of the flame illuminated her blonde hair and lightly freckled cheeks. Jane found herself thinking that surely this is what goddesses would look like if they were real. The flickering gold light danced in her green eyes and Jane would have sworn that they were flecked with glitter.
Maura reached out and took Jane's hand in her own.
"Jane, you didn't have to go to this much trouble. This is exquisite." She said before placing a small kiss on Jane's knuckles.
"I wanted to. I told you, I wanted to do this properly, and seeing you here looking like that…" she lowered her voice and a half smile tugged at the corner of her mouth "I'll be totally honest, Maur, I kinda wish we had skipped dinner and gone straight to dessert." As she finished her sentence, she began to rub her foot up Maura's leg.
While they ate and their conversation flowed, Maura took every opportunity to hold their physical contact. Jane's touch secured their connection as if a fine, precious thread ran between them that she didn't want to break. Her thoughts were peaceful and content in the company of the detective. The inner turmoil she had experienced over the years extinguished with the simple touch of their hands.
Jane glanced at the clock on the dash before she stepped out of the car to open Maura's door for her. 12:43 am. She committed the time and date to memory, opened the door and held her hand out to Maura. Their evening had ended in a dark bar, grinding their bodies together and winding their hands in each other's hair as they danced and kissed under the strobe lighting. Jane had been surprised when Maura had suggested they venture down to the basement bar and yet the tension between them crackled and sparked until it was unbearable.
Jane couldn't wait any longer. Maura had made her intentions crystal clear and the Detective wasn't about to chicken out now.
"All or nothing Rizzoli" Jane thought to herself.
When the door closed behind them, Maura turned to Jane and snaked her hands behind the taller woman's neck. She peppered little kisses along Jane's collar bones and nipped at her shoulder.
"This has taken a long time, Jane. I had begun to think I wasn't good enough for you." She purred.
Jane turned and pinned Maura against the wall. One hand rested on the wall behind her, the other held her at the small of her back. In a deep, gravelly voice filled with lust, Jane replied,
"It's always been you, Maur."
The heat of Jane's words seared against her nerve endings. Electricity coursed through her veins and her skin tingled from her lips to her toes.
Closing her eyes, Maura let her head fall back against the wall to expose her neck to the lips of the woman she had been waiting for. She gasped at the light brush of Jane's mouth against her pulse point. The detective's gravelly moan sent heat rushing to her core. Maura arched her back and strained against her blouse in a desperate attempt to bring her torso into contact with Jane's.
Rolling her body, Jane reciprocated and closed the space between them. Maura whimpered and let her head fall forward onto Jane's shoulder.
"Take me upstairs." She whispered into Jane's unruly curls.
Jane took a step back to allow Maura to take her hand and lead the way to the bedroom. Every other step on the staircase became punctuated with shoes and small clutch purses. When they made it through the door, it was Maura who turned to rake her eyes over Jane's body. She stood back and let her hands roam over every curve. Jane reached behind her back and undid her zipper, letting her elegant dress slip down over her shoulders and off her hips to the floor before stepping out of the pool of fabric and closing the gap between Maura and herself.
Maura's hands moved from her hips to slowly caress their way up her toned abs. She paused and rubbed her thumb lightly over the small fading scar where Jane had shot herself those years earlier to save them all. Jane pressed a kiss to her forehead and placed her hand over Maura's to guide her upward. Maura danced her fingers over the black lace of Jane's bra. The feather light touch burned on Jane's skin and she felt her pulse quicken.
While Maura continued her slow, sensual exploration, Jane began to unbutton the Doctor's blouse. Carefully, she removed it from her skirt and let it glide over Maura's arms to reveal her to Jane.
"Jesus, Maur." Was all Jane managed to rasp out before dropping her head to kiss Maura's neck.
The response from Maura was immediate. She gripped Jane's back, digging her nails in and making Jane hiss at the sweet, sharp pain. Jane reached down and unzipped her skirt before guiding Maura to her bed. The backs of her knees hit the mattress and in the blink of an eye, she found herself sitting on the foot of the bed with Jane straddling her lap. She could feel the heat radiating from between Jane's legs and bucked her hips up to meet it.
Jane moaned and pushed Maura back into a lying position before stepping off the bed and lowering herself onto her knees and pushing Maura's legs slightly apart. She tapped the doctor on the hip,
"Off." Was all she needed to say for Maura to begin removing her panties.
Jane finished the job and took in the sight before her. Maura lay on her back with her knees spread, breathing raggedly, glistening and desperate for Jane's touch. Jane ran her hands down Maura's thighs and watched her quiver with anticipation. She ran one finger through Maura's arousal and brought it to her mouth. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply as she finally tasted the sweet taste of Maura Isles. Maura whimpered at the sight and her hips rolled in response.
"Please, Jane, don't make me wait any more. I need you. I need you." She pleaded.
Jane obliged and dipped her head to run her tongue through her arousal. She felt certain she had never tasted anything so good. She began to flick her tongue over Maura's clit, varying her speed and driving Maura wild. The Doctor gripped at the sheets with white knuckles and rolled her hips with Jane's pace. She felt her orgasm building. The sweet buzzing sensation in her toes as her muscles tensed and her fingers began to lose feeling.
She cried out, a cry of pure ecstasy and joy, as Jane sent her over the edge with her tongue and fingers. She could no longer feel her feet and colours exploded behind her eyes. Every muscle in her body tensed and her legs quaked. The white hot pleasure coursed through her veins and somewhere in the distance she heard herself saying Jane's name.
As her climax began to fade, Jane moved up the bed to lie beside her and traced gentle patterns on her stomach. Maura lay with her eyes closed, breathing deeply and wearing a sweet smile on her face. Her skin glowed in the half light of the beside lamps. Jane found herself in awe of the beauty in front of her yet again and she reached out to turn Maura's face to her own. Holding her cheek, she kissed her and smiled against her lips.
"I've waited so long to be able to do that." Jane whispered.