Jane Rizzoli: A Case Study
Part Sixteen: New Hypothesis
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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.
A/N: I should really be doing anything else, but this story is a welcome distraction.
PS. Don't let anyone tell you fanfiction is not "real writing" – Your friendly neighborhood HS English teacher.
(PPS. Please ignore any grammar errors as I don't have a beta reader and I'm not perfect.)
Jane drove them home to Maura's house. The brunette drove with her left hand on the steering wheel and the other on Maura's knee. At least it started at her knee. It slowly wandered up Maura's leg. Jane gave her a devilish look every now and then, daring her to tell her to stop, but the honey blond only ever managed a hitch in her breath and a more forceful bite to her lip.
By the time they reached Maura's driveway, Jane's hand was at the apex of Maura's thighs. Maura shivered as she thought, Thank goodness I didn't wear a skirt today. She might be fingering me by now if I had. Maura's throat went dry at the thought of Jane's fingers.
Suddenly, Jane pulled her hand away. Maura turned as Jane reached towards her face. She looked concerned as she tucked the hair behind Maura's ear, "You okay?"
Maura smiled. Even with all her boldness, gentle Jane was still there. The honey blond put her hand on Jane's, "Yes, love."
Jane beamed.
Maura noted Jane's reaction and smiled back, "We should eat. Would you like me to order something for delivery?"
"I'm not sure I can wait that long." Jane bit her lip.
"The Thai place generally delivers in twenty minutes—"
Jane smirked and raised an eyebrow.
A few minutes later, Maura found herself in the kitchen struggling to order food as Jane's hands wandered over her. The brunette stood behind her with her body pressed against Maura's back and her lips at the back of her neck. The honey blond tried to focus on keeping her voice steady as Jane's hands moved up her stomach to the bottom of her breasts. Maura's voice cracked as Jane bit at her neck lightly.
"Jane!" Maura whispered harshly. "Will you just let me order."
"I'm just so hungry…" Jane whispered back.
"I'm home!" Angela called loudly from the doorway.
Startled, Jane tugged Maura tightly. Maura barely contained a yelp of surprise as she said, "Thank you!" and ended the call.
"Hey, Ma!" Jane said tensely, her hands around Maura in a vice like grip. She seemed to be pretending to be just giving Maura a hug from behind, but from the look on Angela's face, it was very clear this was not the case.
"Hello, Angela," Maura smiled, patting Jane's hands on her stomach.
The brunette released her. Maura glanced at Jane's face, confirming her suspicions. Her cheeks were bright red, and without her hands around Maura, she started to rub her palms anxiously.
"Hello ladies," Angela smiled, looking amused with her daughter's uneasiness. "Don't mind me. I'll be out of your way in a minute."
"Maura was just ordering some food…" Jane said awkwardly, as if to excuse her behavior.
"That's nice," Angela said conversationally, taking some prepared dishes out of the fridge, "you ladies have anything else planned for the evening?"
Jane glanced quickly at Maura and blushed profusely. "No—" her voice cracked, "nothing—not really."
Maura raised an eyebrow at Jane, who looked at her threateningly in return.
Angela wasn't really paying attention, so she missed the exchange. "Alright," Angela said, collecting the things she had removed from the fridge, "well, you two have fun doing nothing." At this she looked pointedly at her daughter with a raised eyebrow.
Jane's face was pale as her mother left the two of them in the kitchen. Her jaw hung open slightly. For a moment Maura was worried that she had stopped breathing.
"Jane?" Maura said softly, grasping Jane's hands to stop the anxious rubbing of her palms.
A small breath escaped Jane's mouth as Maura caught her glance. The brunette smiled awkwardly, but her posture eased. She let Maura intertwine their fingers.
"I'm fine." She shook her head.
"What was that all about?" Maura frowned.
Jane glanced out the window at her mother walking to the guest house. "What?"
Maura squeezed Jane's hands, pulling her eyes back to her, "You got so uncomfortable around your mother. Are you ashamed of—"
"What? No!" Jane insisted, tugging Maura closer. "Of course not, Maura."
"Then why were you—?" Maura tried.
Jane sighed, resting her forehead on Maura's. "I'm sorry," she spoke softly, "I'm just not used to this."
"To what?"
"Being affectionate with someone … in front of Ma."
"Jane, it's not like we didn't show affection before. Hugging. Holding hands."
"But it's different now."
Maura stepped back, looking questioningly into Jane's eyes.
Again, Jane sighed, "It's hard to explain. Ma … she just … she makes things weird. Anytime I've dated someone she's been so … invested. It was like she was trying to get me to settle down already…" Jane shrugged, "like before I run out of time or something."
The honey blond considered Jane for a moment. And I thought you were complex before, she wondered. She searched Jane's eyes. There seemed to be some anxiety there, but Maura didn't really understand why.
The brunette put a reassuring hand on Maura's cheek and said softly, "I just don't want things with us to be weird. Because you're not just someone I'm dating, Maura. You're so much more than that."
Maura couldn't help the grin that spread over her face. Jane grinned back. She dipped her head down, taking Maura's lips into a gentle kiss. Maura's chest ached with the sweetness of it. There were butterflies in her stomach. No one had ever kissed her so … earnestly.
Then Jane stepped back, catching Maura's eyes as she whispered, "I love you so much Maura."
She barely waited a breath before stepping forward again and catching Maura's lips in another kiss. She cupped Maura's cheeks, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Maura sighed through her nose as Jane pressed her tongue into her mouth and spread her fingers into her hair. The honey blond grasped at Jane's hips as she pushed her against the counter.
Maura found her hands wondering up Jane's sides as Jane tasted her with her tongue. The honey blonde's grip tightened as Jane bit her lip softly, making them both moan. She struggled to breathe through her nose as Jane pressed her body against hers.
She was only able to reply once Jane's kisses moved down to her jaw. Jane moved one hand deep into Maura's hair as the other slipped down Maura's chest. She spread wet kisses down her neck. The honey blond struggled to focus on what she was trying to say as Jane pressed her hand on her breast.
"You—" Maura breathed, tightening her grip on Jane's hips, "you seem to have—gotten over your—nervousness."
"You smell so good…" Jane growled in her ear, squeezing her breast through her blouse.
"It's a wonder I even managed to shampoo my hair," Maura said in a low voice, her hands slipping underneath the hem of Jane's shirt.
Jane bit her neck softly at the mention of their morning activities and pressed Maura even more firmly against the counter.
"Jane!" Maura complained.
"Shh, baby," Jane said in a husky voice, swiftly moving her hands to Maura's hips and hoisting her up.
Maura yelped with surprise as Jane lifted her up onto the countertop. Before Maura had the chance to complain, Jane buried her mouth in another kiss. Maura's hands went into Jane's hair, pulling her face up to hers happily. Jane gripped at Maura's ass eagerly, pressing Maura's center into her midsection.
"Jane…" Maura moaned softly. She knew there was something she was going to say, but all thoughts were drowned out by sensation of Jane pressed between her legs.
Maura completely lost track of everything except the taste of Jane's mouth and the needy press of her hands. She tugged at Jane's dark, wild curls. She felt her center start to ache, growing wetter with each needy sound that escaped Jane's lips. One of Jane's hands was under her blouse, palming her breast. The other palmed her ass.
When the doorbell rang, Jane didn't stop, only moaning a complain as Maura grudgingly pulled away.
"Jane …" Maura panted, "that's our dinner."
The brunette looked at her with pupils blown wide, lips swollen, hair a mess. Her breathing was uneven as she stared at Maura's lips. Slowly, she pulled away, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The honey blond slipped off the counter and wobbled as she landed with weak legs. She held onto Jane's waist to steady herself.
"You okay?" Jane chuckled, grasping at Maura's hips.
Maura wasn't sure if she'd ever been so aroused while still fully clothed. Jane was insatiable. Maura wasn't sure how fifteen minutes had passed by, but she was going to have to compose herself before she answered the door.
"I'll get it," Jane offered, guiding her to the kitchen island. "Sit."
Before Maura could protest, Jane was already taking out her wallet as she went for the door. The honey blond took a deep breath. Her mouth was dry. She felt a bit dizzy.
"Smells delicious," Maura smiled as Jane came strolling back with the bag of food.
Jane smirked, winking as she sat across from her, "I'm starving."
"You are not starving Jane." Maura replied, opening the container Jane passed her.
"I wasn't talking about the food," Jane grinned, biting her lip and looking at Maura with a suggestive raise of her eyebrow.
Maura bit her lip and tried to ignore the moisture between her legs. With the way Jane was looking at her, she was going to need her strength. There's not going to be much sleeping tonight, she sighed.
"We do have to work tomorrow, remember." Maura said, taking a bite while watching curiously for Jane's reaction.
"One more day until the weekend," Jane said with a devilish grin and a wink. "Then I get you all to myself."
"We are not spending the weekend in bed, Jane." Maura insisted. "I have things to get done."
"We'll see." Jane winked, taking a bite of food.
Maura bit her lip at the hungry look Jane gave her. She started to doubt whether she'd be able to resist Jane's charms. Now that Jane was opening up to her sexuality, it turned out that she was far more dominant than Maura could have anticipated. Somehow, Jane's complexity had more layers than Maura had so far uncovered.
The honey blond gazed at Jane across the kitchen island, wondering just how much there was to this new side of Jane. Based on her observations, as Jane's confidence built, so did her boldness—and her possessiveness. It was then that Maura formulated a new hypothesis. This one would likely prove easier to test—and would be very enjoyable indeed.
"What's that look for?" Jane chuckled, frowning at her.
Maura shook her head, "I just have a theory is all."
"Is that so?" Jane smirked, "And what is it?"
"I can't tell you that," Maura chuckled.
"Why not?" Jane said, looking indignant.
"Because," Maura teased, "telling you would ruin the experiment."
"That's not fair," Jane complained.
"If it makes you feel any better," Maura smirked, "I promise to share the results."
Jane raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you're going to pay for this."
Maura grinned. Oh yes, she thought, it is fairly clear she's a top.
To be continued
