Jane Rizzoli: A Case Study

Part Fourteen: New Observations

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.

Maura awoke the next morning in a sleepy haze. It took her a few moments to put her thoughts together—an unusual occurrence for her in the morning. There was a weight on her shoulder and an arm over her stomach. A distinct smell reached her nostrils and recollections of the night before flooded her brain. If Jane's wild mane of hair hadn't been the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, she may have convinced herself that it had all been a dream.

The brunette grumbled as Maura tucked unruly, raven curls behind her ear. She's so beautiful, Maura thought as Jane scrunched her eyes and tucked her face into Maura's neck. It felt like a shame to wake her, but they both had to work that morning. Being the Chief M.E. might allow Maura some flexibility with her schedule, but Jane was already on Cavanaugh's bad side for her disappearance yesterday. The detective would not get back in his good graces by showing up late to work the very next day.

"Jane?" Maura said softly, her voice a bit huskier than she had intended.

"Five more minutes…" Jane mumbled, tugging Maura closer and burying her nose in the crook of her neck.

"Jane…" Maura repeated, pulling the hair from hiding the brunette's face. "We have to be to work in less than two hours."

Jane groaned again, tugging Maura's hip a bit more forcefully. The honey blond assumed that Jane was complaining about having to get up, but when Jane bit her neck softly, Maura wondered if she was upset about something else. Her suspicions were confirmed when Jane pulled her onto her side, palming her ass.

The brunette spread wet kisses up Maura's neck as she groaned, "I like it right here."

"Jane," Maura tried as Jane ghosted her hand up her side. "You don't want to be late. Cavanaugh—"

Her breath hitched as Jane moved her hand over her breast, pinching the nipple between her fingers. Maura tried to continue, but Jane pressed her lips to her mouth and easily slipped her tongue in. The honey blond hummed into the kiss, pulling at Jane's hip. Jane pressed her thigh between Maura's legs as she shifted over her. She moved kisses over Maura's jaw to her ear.

"I had a dream we made love last night," Jane husked in her ear. She bit her earlobe softly, making Maura bite her lip. The brunette shifted her body forward, pressing firmly between Maura's legs.

"Jane," Maura moaned, pressure building at her center. She had no idea Jane could be anything more than a mess in the morning. This Jane was confident, sexy, hungry.

"I watched you come—you were so beautiful, Maura." Jane mused, pressing kisses down her neck to her chest.

"We should—"

Maura's mouth dropped open as Jane took to her nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily, sending electric heat through Maura's nerves. Moisture pooled between her legs where Jane's thigh still pressed repeatedly between her legs. Maura groaned, bucking her hips, and spreading her fingers through Jane's hair.

"You smell so good…" Jane said in a low whisper, her hand wandering down Maura's stomach as she moved kisses towards Maura's other breast. "I just have to taste you…"

"Jane!" Maura groaned loudly as Jane spread her fingers into her arousal.

The brunette sucked on Maura's breast as she panted. The honey blond bucked into Jane's hand, but her fingers were gone. Indignant, Maura's eyes popped open.

The sight of Jane's fingers in her mouth, covered in her arousal, made Maura even wetter. And the dark look in Jane's eyes made the coil low in Maura's belly wind even tighter. She had never been so ready to call off work and stay in bed all day as she was in that very moment.

"You taste so good…" Jane practically groaned as she moved kisses down Maura's stomach.

"Jane," Maura tried, her stomach twitching with each featherlight touch of Jane's lips, "you don't have to."

But the nervous Jane of last night was gone. Instead of hesitating, Jane moved confidently down her body. She moved slowly, but purposefully, nipping and licking as she pleased. And when she finally reached the apex of Maura's thighs, she spread Maura's legs and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

Maura's head hit the pillow the moment Jane's tongue swiped through her folds. Jane spent several minutes simply exploring Maura with her mouth. Her nose pressed against her clit as she teased her opening with her tongue. The honey blond bucked her hips up into Jane's face, but she didn't seem to understand Maura's whimpers.

"Shh, baby," Jane whispered. "It's okay."

The sound of the pet name made Maura's clit throb, especially in Jane's low, husky voice, but she needed Jane's mouth on her properly, her fingers inside her. She was aching—and so quickly.

"Jane…" Maura complained, not ready to beg—at least not yet.

"Not so eager to go to work now, huh?" Jane smirked. Again, she ran her tongue through Maura's arousal. The honey blond bucked her hips, this time the flat of Jane's tongue pressing against her clit. She moaned. Jane seemed happy with herself when she said, "I'll take that as a no."

The brunette tugged Maura's thighs to her shoulders, holding her steady as she pressed her mouth to her clit again. Maura groaned as Jane circled her tongue around her clit, then sucking at it greedily, but her pace and pressure were inconsistent. Jane was trying to find the right movements, but at an agonizing pace.

"Jane," Maura protested, "pl—right there!" Maura's hips canted into Jane's mouth, chasing that delicious pressure. Jane held her steady, quickly finding the stroke again. Maura dug her fingers into Jane's scalp, her mouth open in a half breath. She was millimeters from the edge.

When Jane suddenly pulled away, Maura was certain she was going to cry. She had been so agonizingly close. She opened her eyes to see Jane moving over her. Her skilled fingers went quickly to her clit, quickly bringing her close again.

The brunette pressed a messy kiss to Maura's lips, causing her to moan. Jane was panting as she said, "I just have to see you come again."

"Jane," Maura moaned, her eyes fluttering as she tried to hold onto dark brown eyes. Maura held fast to her shoulders as Jane pressed her fingers into her. The pad of her thumb swiped perfectly over her clit, the others searching for that sweet spot within her.

"Come for me, baby." Jane husked.

Maura came undone in her arms. Her back arched, her walls squeezed around Jane's fingers, ecstasy washed over her whole body, her mouth dropped open in a silent moan.

Jane praised Maura with kisses below her ear as she extended Maura's pleasure with repeated strokes. The honey blond could only grasp desperately at Jane's shoulders and pant in reply.

"You're so beautiful when you come for me," Jane whispered in her ear.

"Jane," Maura sighed, her head dizzy and her whole body delightfully exhausted, "Jane, I love you."

Maura finally opened her eyes. Dark, brown eyes looked down at her in awe. The honey blond could not help but blush. She never imagined anyone, no less Jane, would ever look at her like that. Like she was the most precious thing in the world.

"Say it again," Jane said quietly, searching her eyes.

"I love you Jane," Maura repeated, tucking the hair behind Jane's ear as she looked up at her adoringly.

A bright grin spread over Jane's face, "I love you too, baby."

Maura bit her lip.

"I knew it!"

"Knew what?"

"It turns you on when I call you 'baby.'"

Maura blushed, but a smile overtook her face. "It's more the way you say it."

Jane raised an eyebrow, giving her a smug smile, "Is that so, baby?"

"Jane!" Maura complained. "Now you're just teasing me."

"I think we've gone far beyond teasing," Jane winked.

"Since when were you so cocky?" Maura laughed, playing with Jane's hair.

"Since I made Maura Isles moan my name as I ate her out." Jane smirked, playing with Maura's hair in return.

The honey blond bit her lip, looking at Jane's. Oh, how she wished to return the favor, but they had already spent another twenty minutes in bed. God how I wish I could stay here with you forever, Maura thought as she looked up into those beautiful brown eyes.

After a long, contented silence, Maura finally sighed, "I would really like to return the gesture, but Cavanaugh is not going to be happy if you're late after the stunt you pulled yesterday."

"Screw Cavanaugh," Jane smirked, pressing a kiss to Maura's lips, "I told him it was a family emergency. It should have been left at that."

"Well, I'm not technically—"

"You are, Maura." Jane insisted, "You're my everything."

Maura beamed up at her, "You are everything to me, too."

The brunette shifted to her side, tugging her close. Maura buried her face into Jane's neck, breathing her in. Jane ran her fingers through her hair, and for a moment Maura forgot everything else. Then, her alarm went off.

Reluctantly, Maura pulled away.

Jane groaned, burying her face into her pillow.

"If you're going to make it back to your place in time," Maura said as she sat up, stretching, "you're going to have to skip the shower."

When Jane didn't respond, Maura looked over her shoulder. Jane was devouring her with her eyes. It was clear that her mind was still very much in the bedroom.

"I think we'd save enough time if we took a shower together," Jane said with a suggestive raise of her eyebrow.

"Jane, stop," Maura complained, collecting her silk robe from the chair. "We both know that won't save us any time. Besides, don't you want a fresh set of clothes?"

Jane laid back, her hands behind her head, looking up at her with a wide, cocky smile. Maura couldn't stop her eyes from combing over Jane's tan skin, the swell of her breasts, her pearled nipples. She bit her lip at the dark look in Jane's eyes.

"We both know I have spare clothes in the guest room," Jane said, biting her lip as she watched Maura head to the master bathroom.

"That still doesn't change the fact that you are not taking a shower with me." Maura insisted, turning on the water.

"Is that so?" Jane smirked, sitting up.

"Jane." Maura threatened, moving to close the door. "Don't you dare." But Maura's threats were empty. As soon as Jane strutted across the room with all her delicious olive skin exposed, Maura couldn't help but picture her covered in water, the steam surrounding them.

"Or what?" Jane smirked, leaning against the door.

Oh, she's going to be the one getting away with things, for sure, Maura cursed internally.

Maura sighed as Jane took her lips possessively with her own, closing the door behind them. The honey blond let her silk robe fall to the floor. Jane graciously held her hand as she stepped into the hot water. Instantly, the muscles of Maura's back were soothed by the hot shower. Jane followed her quickly, not even bothering to pretend she was there to do anything more than touch Maura.

Jane's hands went to Maura's hips, pulling her closer. The water cascaded down Jane's shoulders and dripped over her breasts. Maura moaned softly into Jane's forceful kiss. She ran her hands over Jane's chest, making her shiver. The honey blond grunted as Jane pushed her into the wall, pressing her tongue into her mouth.

"Jane," Maura moaned softly, her hands at Jane's sides, moving downwards, "we should really…" but then Maura's hand was at Jane's hip. And she longed so much to hear the way Jane's voice would get low, soft, almost pleading when she made her come.

"Maur,'" Jane shivered, as Maura's fingers dipped between her legs.

She's so wet, Maura thought as she spread her fingers through her arousal.

"Baby," Jane groaned, as Maura rubbed over her clit repeatedly.

Maura returned her lips to Jane's insistently. Jane fell back onto the adjacent wall as Maura pressed a firm stroke over her throbbing clit. The brunette's hands gripped at Maura's hips tightly to hold herself up as Maura brought her close to the edge of climax.

The honey blond teased her opening with two fingers. "This is exactly why I didn't want you to follow me in here."

Jane had the audacity to smirk at her, "Are you sure you didn't want me to?"

Maura captured that smartass smile with her lips and pressed her fingers deep within Jane. The brunette breathed heavily as Maura pumped her fingers and pressed her thumb over her clit. Maura moved her kisses down Jane's neck as the hot water poured over them.

She growled in Jane's ear as she approached the edge, "I want you. So much."

"Maur—ah," Jane moaned loudly as she came.

It was a wonder that they ever made it to work at all. After passionate love-making in the shower, a messy make-out session in the kitchen—with a brief make-up touch up by Maura after—and the handsy activity in the car, Maura was relieved that they made it to the parking garage only 20 minutes late.

"Jane," Maura complained as Jane's hand wandered up her leg again the moment that she put the car in park, "that's enough. We're at work."

The brunette looked a bit disappointed, but she placed her hand back on the steering wheel. She sighed, "So, I can't touch you at all?"

"I didn't say that," Maura replied. She sighed as well. "We just need to be professional."

"So …" Jane smirked, putting her arm behind Maura's head rest and looking at her suggestively, "Where can I touch you?"

"Jane." Maura warned.

"Okay," Jane nodded, her face turning serious, "I'm sorry. Just for future reference, though, what behavior is acceptable?"

"Well," Maura considered, glancing at Jane's lips, "a brief kiss is acceptable, under the right circumstances."

Jane raised an eyebrow, "Is that it?"

Maura chewed her lip, considering Jane's question. She knew there would be what she would say and what she would inevitably allow. The doctor decided to be honest.

"Kissing is fine—like I said, under the right circumstances," she said. "But no tongue!"

Jane gave her an exaggerated pout.

Maura tilted her head with a pointed look.

The brunette sighed, nodding.

"Holding hands is fine. Hugs, of course." Maura listed, "No touching below the belt—"

"Not even your tight little ass?" Jane smirked.

"Especially my ass." Maura stared at her threateningly.

Jane didn't even skip a beat. "What about above the belt?" she asked with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows, looking directly at Maura's chest.

"No!" Maura said with concern.

Jane shook her head, laughing, "I'm just kidding." The brunette took her hand in hers reassuringly, "Maura, I wouldn't do anything to make you uncomfortable."

Maura let out a breath, "Okay. You had me worried for a moment."

"Is there anything else?" Jane said, playing with Maura's fingers.

"Yes." Maura said hesitantly.

"Well, what is it?"

"You can't call me 'baby'—at least not the way you did in the bedroom this morning."

Jane had an insufferably smartass grin on her face.

Maura stared at her insistently. "Jane, we are both professionals. And we work together. I need to be able to compartmentalize."

Jane groaned, throwing her head back on the headrest.

"Jane."

"Fine."

But Jane barely lasted five minutes. As they were saying their goodbyes outside the elevator on the ground floor, Jane quickly pulled Maura close. After a firm kiss to Maura's lips in front of dozens of their coworkers, Jane winked and said rather loudly, "See you later, babe."

Startled, Maura didn't respond as Jane strutted away. She blinked, a blush overtaking her cheeks. She could feel people's curious gazes on her, but her mind was on that smartass grin on Jane's face as she walked away. Jane knew exactly what she was doing—and it infuriated and aroused Maura at all once.

This is a new side to Jane, Maura pondered as she stepped onto the elevator, I think it warrants investigation.

To be continued

A/N: Unfortunately, with the new school year starting, I will need to take a brief hiatus from writing. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can after I get a handle on the craziness that is the 2020-2021 school year.