Jane Rizzoli: A Case Study
Part Twelve: Results
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Maura's not a guesser. So, when she comes up with a theory as to her best friend's recent change in behavior, she sets out to test her hypothesis the only way she knows how: careful observation and experimentation. Slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, some angst.
Warnings: The following fic is rated M (NC-17) for language and sexual situations. Readers be warned.
Jane was held over at work for an additional three hours on top of her regular shift. Apparently, Cavanaugh was more than a little upset that Jane up and left in the middle of an open homicide case. According to Jane's texts, Frost wasn't happy either. He had gotten a lecture for covering Jane's 'little escapade.'
Unfortunately, Jane's tardiness meant that her dinner went cold long before she got back. Maura ended up bringing a dish over to the guest house and spending some time with Angela. Maura assumed she would want to talk about her and Jane, but the two of them talked about work and holiday shopping. However, when Maura was leaving to turn in for the night, Angela stopped her at the door.
"Maura, honey," she smiled, her eyes warm, loving, "I meant what I said before. You're good for her."
The honey blond smiled brightly. "Thank you," she whispered.
Angela wrapped her in a warm hug. After a moment she added, "Just keep in mind that I have keys to the house."
Maura laughed, nodding as Angela released her, "I'll keep that in mind."
"Good night sweetie," Angela winked genially.
"Good night."
When Maura returned the house, Jo Friday came flying out the door, yipping at her happily. The little dog followed Maura into the kitchen where the honey blond found an exhausted looking detective.
"Aw…" Maura said with a sympathetic pout. "Did someone get in trouble?"
Jane was clearly trying not to smile, but it was a futile effort. Her face brightened as Maura pulled her into a hug. Maura was instantly enveloped in Jane's intoxicating smell. She sighed, burying her nose in Jane's neck.
"It's all your fault." Jane grumbled half-heartedly. "You had to go running off."
"Shh…" Maura whispered before placing a featherlight kiss on Jane's pulse point.
Jane shivered but tried to continue the conversation as Maura moved kisses up her neck. "I'm sorry I missed dinner. I would have been here sooner, but I had to pick up Jo."
Maura's kisses moved below Jane's ear. She whispered in a husky voice, "What, are you planning on spending the night?"
The brunette's hands slipped into Maura's hair as the honey blond moved her hands from Jane's waist around to her front. Jane moaned as Maura slipped her hand over her chest, squeezing her breast through her shirt. Adoring the sound, Maura decided to leave a gentle nip below Jane's ear to elicit another.
"Maura," Jane groaned softly. "I'm hungry."
The honey blond stepped back just enough to look Jane in the eyes, "I am too."
Jane's eyes went wide, her jaw slackening. Maura bit her lip as she looked at Jane with the overwhelming desire to taste more of her. Jane swallowed, struggling to speak.
"I've been waiting for you for such a long time," Maura said in a low, gravelly voice. Just the taste of Jane's skin was arousing. The thought of tasting more was making her need grow stronger.
"I meant—" Jane tried.
Before she could finish the sentence, Maura buried her mouth in a kiss. She tugged her closer by the shoulders, humming appreciatively when Jane slipped her hands her around her waist to her ass. Maura got lost in the taste of Jane's lips and tongue. Her center started to ache as Jane palmed her ass.
"Jane!" Maura yelped as the brunette pushed her into the table.
The brunette released her, looking dizzy. She shook her head, as if waking from a dream, "Maybe we should slow down."
Maura looked at her curiously, "If you'd like … but I only meant to say that we should be more discreet. Your mother, as she put it, 'has keys to the house.'"
Jane blushed bright red. "Oh god, I forgot about my mother."
"Yes," Maura smirked, tugging Jane closer by the belt buckle, "you were very distracted."
"Maura," Jane said in a small, pleading voice, "I really am hungry. I haven't eaten all day."
Maura dropped the sultry voice, linking her hand with Jane's. "What would you like? I could heat up—"
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?" Maura said as she played with Jane's hair.
The brunette looked down at her adoringly, hungrily. "How do you just 'turn it off?'"
Maura frowned, "Turn what off?"
"The …" Jane struggled to explain. She played with the hem of Maura's blouse as her eyes kept darting to her lips, "thoughts about … you know?"
"Sex?" Maura offered with a raise of an eyebrow.
Jane chewed her lip, "Yeah."
Maura shrugged casually, "I don't 'turn them off' per se. I just compartmentalize."
"Wait," she raised an eyebrow, "so you … at work?"
Again, Maura nodded. "I can usually hide it pretty well. Though you have proved a difficult challenge," she grinned up at Jane.
Jane tugged lightly at her hips. "I can't stop thinking about you. It's been driving me mad." She searched her eyes, admitting quietly, "You do things to me, Maura. Scary, intense, wonderful things."
"You mean you get aroused?" Maura said in a matter-of-fact tone.
The honey blond expected Jane to blush or look away. Instead, her eyes grew darker and she smiled. It seemed her confidence was building. It did things to Maura's body—thrilling things.
"God," Jane groaned, pressing closer to her, "I've been thinking about kissing you all afternoon."
Maura stared back into those impossibly dark eyes, "Is that all you been thinking about?"
Jane grasped desperately at Maura's hips. Her eyes were on Maura's lips as she took slow breaths through her nose. She seemed to be struggling not to kiss Maura as the honey blond looked up at her hungrily.
"I'll take that as a no," Maura winked. She stepped back, "But you're right. You should eat something."
The brunette looked horribly disappointed as Maura went to the fridge. She sat back against the counter, chewing at her lip, and playing with her hands. Her eyes did not leave Maura's ass as she prepared Jane's meal. She broke her hungry stare only to move her eyes briefly to Maura's chest.
"You'll need your strength," Maura smirked, setting the plate down at the table, "for later." She emphasized the last word with a wink, patting on the table to encourage Jane to sit.
Jane ran her hands shakily over her face and through her hair before sitting down.
"You eat up," Maura said, patting her shoulder, "I'm going to get ready for bed."
"Maura," Jane stopped her by the hand. Her eyes were dark when she said, "Don't … I want to…"
The honey blond raised an eyebrow, "What do you want to do, Jane?"
"So many things …" Jane said under her breath.
"Okay…" Maura smiled. "I'll wait here." Locking eyes with Jane, she pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. As Jane ate, Maura stared at her shamelessly. She watched Jane's cheeks redden as she devoured her with her eyes.
Maura was then hit with the deliciously wicked idea of conducting an experiment of Jane's self-control. Adjusting her posture, Maura leaned forward. As she predicted, Jane's eyes dipped down to the pale skin of her chest peeking out from the top of her blouse. Slowly, she reached out for Jane's right hand, which was scratching anxiously at the tablecloth. She ran her fingers lightly over the back of her hand and up her arm.
She smiled at the goosebumps that overtook Jane's skin. The brunette clenched her fist as a shiver shook her and a breathy whimper escaped her lips. Maura continued to ghost her finger's over Jane's hand as she then moved her foot slowly up Jane's leg.
Jane instantly dropped her fork.
"I'm sorry," Maura smirked, "am I distracting you?"
"Maura…" Jane said in a breathy whisper, closing her eyes as Maura moved her foot boldly up the inside of Jane's leg.
"If only I were closer …" Maura said huskily. "I'd much rather have my hands between your legs."
Jane's jaw slackened and a small breath escaped her lips. After a few attempts, she finally choked out, "M—Maura … not—here." But, when Maura sat back, Jane looked disappointed.
"A bit indecisive?" Maura grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you always going to flirt with me like this?"
"Only when you make me as wet as I am."
"Fuck." Jane cursed, dropping her fork again.
"I do hope that's involved, yes." Maura said boldly. Even she was surprised by her forwardness, but just thinking about Jane touching her was making her center ache.
"Maura," Jane moaned breathily. Her chest lifted and fell shakily with her uneven breaths. She licked her lips.
"Yes, Jane?" Maura smiled, as her hand went to the button on her blouse. She smiled at Jane as she slowly unbuttoned one, then the next.
Suddenly, Jane stood up. A bit startled, Maura stood as well. Jane's hands were at Maura's cheeks in seconds, pulling her into a ravenous kiss. She bit and sucked at Maura's lip, tasting her tongue eagerly. Jane moved her hands into Maura's hair and her mouth across her jaw. She bit possessively at Maura's neck and soothed her skin with her tongue.
"Jane," Maura moaned softly, grasping at Jane's waist as she tried to steady herself. The way the brunette was devouring her was making her legs weak and her center throb. Maura dug her nails into Jane's shirt as the brunette nipped at her collarbone. "We should go upstairs," she finally managed.
"You taste so good," Jane groaned in her ear.
Maura closed her eyes, struggling to breathe. Jane's voice made her ache almost as much as her kisses did. She reluctantly pushed Jane off her. The brunette looked hurt, confused, until Maura responded in a low, sultry voice, "You can taste whatever you'd like upstairs."
Jane's eyebrows shot up, a smirk slowly spreading over her face.
Maura led Jane out of the kitchen by the hand. The brunette followed as if in a trance. Slowly, the smile on Jane's face slipped away. She looked anxious as they approached the bedroom.
"Jane," Maura said softly, stopping in the doorway, "are you okay?"
She nodded but eyed the bed nervously. She struggled to speak, "What if—what if I don't know what to—do…?"
Maura wrapped her arms around Jane's waist, pulling her close and looking up into her eyes adoringly, "What do you want to do?"
Jane bit her lip before admitting, "Touch you."
"Then you touch me. I won't break."
"But I've never—you know with a …"
"Jane," Maura smiled reassuringly, "it will come to you. Trust me. And I'll tell you what I like." She locked her gaze with Jane's coffee brown eyes as she added, "Besides, I'm so wet already."
Maura got exactly the reaction she was looking for. Jane's lips instantly went to hers in a passionate kiss, and her hands went to Maura's blouse, shaking as she fumbled with the last of the buttons. Maura stumbled backwards as Jane pushed her closer to the bed. She tried to help Jane with the blouse, but the brunette was eagerly spreading kisses down her neck to her chest.
The honey blond fell back onto the bed, and Jane crawled over her. Finally undoing the last button, Jane slipped the material down Maura's shoulders. Jane glanced at Maura's freckled chest and licked her lips. The look of desire in Jane's eyes made Maura even wetter. Impatiently, she bucked her hips, hoping Jane would get the point.
"You're so beautiful," Jane whispered, as if in awe.
Maura's heart swelled and her centered ached even more. She tugged at the hem of Jane's shirt, eager to see her tan skin, to feel her defined abs. "I want to see you…"
As Jane shucked her shirt over top her head, Maura's hands went to her stomach. Jane's abdominal muscles twitched, and she moaned, falling forward. The honey blond sighed at the feel of Jane's skin on hers. All she could think about was exposing more.
She reached around and unhooked Jane's bra as the brunette kissed her languidly. Jane's mouth dropped open as Maura took her breasts into her hands and squeezed. Jane struggled to hold herself above Maura as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. She fell to Maura's side, her mouth moving to the honey blonde's neck and her left hand to her breast.
Jane roughly kneaded Maura's breast through her bra, spreading nips and wet kisses along her shoulder to her chest. When Maura pressed her away to unhook her bra, Jane looked at her fearfully—as if she had broken her.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly, sitting up.
"No, Jane…" Maura shook her head, sitting up as well.
"I—" Jane's lips parted as a quiet gasp escaped her chest. Her eyes went black as she stared at Maura's bare, pale breasts. She didn't move. She barely breathed.
To be continued
