Jane Rizzoli: A Case Study

Part Seventeen: Trial 1

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.

A/N: Screw the hiatus. This story is the only thing keeping me (mostly) sane.

Despite Maura's wishes to the contrary, the carryout containers and utensils were left out on the counter. Jane was too busy unbuttoning Maura's blouse and trying not to trip over the dog to bother cleaning up. Maura's protests were drowned out by Jane's needy kisses. She had to put her hands onto Jane's shoulders to steady herself as they made their way up the stairs.

By the time Maura started unbuttoning Jane's shirt, the brunette had already slipped Maura's blouse off her shoulders and moved her hands to her belt. All Maura could think about was touching more of that delicious tan skin. She moaned into the kiss as Jane tugged her pants from her hips and slipped her hands around her back.

They both stumbled up the last step as their pants fell to the floor. Jane's hands went into Maura's underwear as she squeezed her ass, causing the honey blind to groan and stumble forward. Jane lost her balance as well, her back hitting the wall with a light thud. They both laughed.

There was a brief silence after Jane seemed to realize Maura essentially had her pinned to the wall. Maura smirked, tempted to press another kiss to Jane's lips, but she was curious to see how Jane would react to being held there. She studied the dark look in Jane's eyes, wondering if she would press back.

"Maura…" Jane groaned, stepping forward. She pushed the smaller woman off her and against the opposite wall.

Maura bit her lip as Jane pressed her whole body against her. Looking at her darkly, Jane slipped her thigh between her legs, grinding it against Maura's center. A loud moan escaped Maura's lips, but she could not even form words in her mind. There was nothing but Jane's body pressed forcefully against her.

"Maura," Jane repeated, biting below her ear, "I want you so much."

The honey blond gripped desperately at Jane's back. The bedroom was only a few feet away, but Jane was too preoccupied to notice. Maura moaned her complaint, but it only made Jane press her thigh more firmly between her legs.

"Jane," Maura managed, "please."

"Don't worry," Jane whispered, her voice husky, "I'll take care of you."

Suddenly, and quite vehemently, Jane tugged Maura by the hips towards the bedroom. She slipped her hands around Maura's back as she pressed a ravenous kiss to Maura's swollen lips. She removed Maura's bra before backing her onto the bed.

When Maura reached for Jane's bra, she stopped her. "No," Jane insisted. "Don't."

Maura barely hid a smirk. This was proving an excellent opportunity to do the first test of her hypothesis. Of course, she would have to make sure Jane knew she was comfortable with the idea.

She smiled playfully, "Well, you'll just have to make me."

Jane raised an eyebrow, looking down at her curiously. Maura's hands were at Jane's stomach, tickling her abs. Slowly, eyeing Jane pointedly, she moved her hands around Jane's sides and reached for the back of her bra. The brunette seemed conflicted, so Maura bit her lip and paused.

"No…" Jane said, pulling Maura's wrists away. She climbed over Maura, pressing her hands above her head and her thigh between Maura's legs.

She hovered over her for a moment, observing her reaction. Maura could have easily pressed Jane off her if she wanted to, but she definitely didn't want to. Instead, she bit her lip and looked at her excitedly.

Jane searched her eyes, "This is okay?"

Maura grinned and nodded. Her eyelids drooped as Jane pressed her thigh firmly between her legs, rocking forward. Jane's hands left her wrists and went into her hair instead. She pulled her into a kiss, pressing her body onto her. Maura longed to feel Jane's breasts on her, but she didn't want to discourage Jane's newfound confidence by disobeying her wishes.

"Jane," Maura moaned as Jane moved to take her nipple into her mouth. Maura's hands went into her dark curls before she could stop herself. She whined as Jane's lips left her breast.

Jane pressed Maura's hands above her head again, this time more forcefully. And when Maura whimpered, Jane caught her lips in a kiss. When Maura bucked her hips impatiently, she nipped Maura's bottom lip.

"Be patient, baby," Jane husked before spreading kisses down Maura's chest.

Shivers went down Maura's spine as Jane bit her nipple. Jane's hands left Maura's wrist to squeeze the other nipple between her fingers. Pleasurable shivers pulsed through her nerves with each tug and pinch causing even more moisture to pool between Maura's legs.

"Please…" Maura found herself whimpering, the ache in her center becoming more and more unbearable.

"I did say that you'd pay for keeping your experiment a secret from me…" Jane said, a smirk evident in her voice. She ghosted her lips between Maura's breasts, spreading goosebumps over Maura's skin. She continued the featherlight kisses down Maura's stomach at a leisurely pace.

"I kn—know…" Maura struggled. She was loving and loathing every moment of Jane's payback.

Jane's lips stopped at Maura's panty line causing Maura to let out a ragged breath. If Jane didn't touch her soon, she might just be desperate enough to touch herself—but there was nothing quite like the ecstasy that Jane could bring her to.

Maura let out an audible sigh when Jane finally pulled her underwear down her legs, but when Jane didn't return, Maura's eyes popped open. For a moment she worried that Jane was going to leave her there on the bed, but then she realized Jane had turned on the light and had removed her bra.

"I want to see you," Jane whispered as she stepped out of her underwear.

Another shaky breath escaped Maura's lips as Jane settled on top of her. Maura could only describe the feel of Jane's skin on hers as intoxicating. Jane was warm, soft, smooth, and firm all at once. Maura moved her hands around Jane's back, but the brunette didn't stop her this time. Instead, Jane fingers went between Maura's legs spreading her folds with her fingers. She studied Maura's reactions carefully.

Instantly, Maura bucked her hips, seeking Jane's skilled fingers where she needed them the most. Maura's eyes drooped closed as Jane spread her fingers through her arousal and teased her entrance.

"Jane…" Maura barely breathed. Her nails went into Jane's back as the brunette circled her clit. She was approaching climax after only a few light strokes. "Please," she pleaded. She desperately longed for release.

Jane pressed more firmly over her clit. A wave of pleasure overtook Maura as Jane spoke in a low voice, "Come for me baby."

Maura's back arched as she came. She gripped at Jane's back, moaning her lover's name as Jane pressed two fingers deep into her. Jane promptly added another finger, filling her and curling her fingers perfectly with each thrust. Maura was surrounded by Jane's smell and heat and breath, the sounds of her efforts as she thrust into her, the feel of Jane's skin all around her and her fingers deep within her.

The second orgasm hit Maura so hard that she dug her nails into Jane's back, making Jane hiss. Maura moaned Jane's name over and over as the brunette stubbornly stretched out her pleasure as long as she possible.

"Fuck," Maura groaned when Jane finally pulled her fingers from her. She panted, feeling completely spent. As her senses came back to her slowly, she took a deep breath. She opened her eyes to look up at Jane, smiling apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Jane frowned, "Why?"

"For scratching you. I got a bit…"

"Excited?" Jane smirked proudly.

"That orgasm was very intense, yes," Maura nodded.

"I told you I'd take care of you," Jane said with a smile and a dark, possessive look in her eyes.

"Are you okay though?" Maura asked, rubbing her hands lightly over Jane's back. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I'm fine," Jane mumbled distractedly, pressing a kiss to Maura's lips. She moved kisses down her neck as she added, "I'm more concerned about my scalp."

"What?" Maura frowned, but it became clear what Jane meant when she continued her kisses southward. "Jane, no… I can't …" But then Jane's lips were on the inside of her thigh and Maura's center started to ache again.

"Should I stop then?" Jane teased, her mouth mere inches from her center.

"Jane," Maura complained, her hands going into Jane's hair. Maura wasn't sure if she could handle another go so quickly. Her body felt drained and her clit was so sensitive. But she couldn't refuse Jane's insatiable desire for her.

"Is that a yes?"

"No—I mean … don't stop."

Maura twitched the moment Jane's lips touched her center. Jane pulled away.

"Are you okay?"

"My clitoris just really sensitive."

"It's okay," Jane whispered huskily, "I'll be gentle."

But Jane was too gentle. She pressed so lightly with her tongue that it was almost worse. Maura struggled not to twitch but each stroke was so intense. She gripped Jane's hair, worried she might scratch her again.

"You taste so good," Jane practically growled before pulling Maura's clit into her mouth.

"Fuck!" Maura cursed loudly as she was brought within the precipice of climax. Jane hummed in response to her nails in her scalp. "Jane!" Maura groaned, moving her hands to the bedsheets. She grasped at the covers, her knuckles turning white. Her body tensed with each stroke, shivers pulsing through her. "It's … Jane … please."

Jane pulled away. Immediately, frustrated tears spilled from Maura's eyes.

"What is it, baby?" Jane whispered, her voice soft, concerned. "Should I stop?"

Maura struggled to respond, taking deep breaths. "No…" Maura said, feeling conflicted. Jane insatiability was shocking but arousing too. And Maura was already aching for release. She gulped and took a shaky breath. "Please, use your fingers."

Jane smiled softly, sympathetically. She moved up Maura's body to press a soft kiss on her lips. Maura hummed at the taste. A moan escaped Maura's lips as Jane spread her arousal with her fingers. The honey blond put her hands onto Jane's hips to steady herself. She shook as Jane pressed her fingers into her, shifting forward with the thrust of her hand.

"Jane!" Maura moaned as Jane filled her with three long fingers.

"You're so beautiful, Maur'" Jane whispered in a husky voice.

"Jane," Maura moaned as Jane shifted again, matching the bucking of Maura's hips. "Jane!" she repeated with each thrust, over and over.

Jane moved her thumb over Maura's clit, bringing her within the edge as she rocked against her. Maura was so painfully close, but release would not come. She slipped her hands between Jane's legs, desperate for that special thrill of Jane's moans as she came. It was not easy given the brunette's position over her and the difficulty concentrating, but her fingers found copious arousal and Jane's swollen clit.

"Maura," Jane moaned, faltering for a moment. "Fuck."

"Jane," Maura moaned as Jane returned to their previous rhythm. "Oh, Jane."

Jane's voice was unsteady, low, almost pleading when she whispered, "M—Maur—Maura…"

Sweet ecstasy swept over Maura the moment she felt Jane quivering above her. It spread through her whole body until her every inch of her grew heavy.

"Maur'?" Jane whispered, in her ear. "Baby?"

The honey blond blinked a few times. She felt dazed. Jane was lying next to her, tucking the hair behind her ear and watching her with a hint of concern.

Maura took a deep breath through her nose, "I'm good."

"Did you just fall asleep?" Jane chuckled.

Maura blinked again and took another steadying breath. "That was a very intense orgasm," was her only reply.

The brunette chuckled again, moving her hand over the smooth skin of Maura's belly. She danced her fingers over Maura's breast lazily, looking into her eyes with curious wonder. Maura longed to pull Jane close, but she had a feeling Jane had something she wanted to say.

Jane looked a bit nervous when she said, "I don't know why making you… come … makes me so excited. It's never been like that for me."

"I find bringing you to orgasm very arousing as well," Maura said, sifting to her side so she could tug on Jane's hip.

Jane scrunched her nose at the word 'orgasm,' but was otherwise unphased. Her hands slipped around Maura's waist to her back, pulling her even closer. She intertwined their legs and propped her head up on her hand, looking at Maura admiringly.

"If I could, I would make you come over and over," Jane said, her voice low, gravelly. "God your voice when you do…"

"You are quite insatiable," Maura laughed, playing with Jane's dark curls.

"Did I overdo it?" Jane said, biting her lip worriedly.

"No," Maura shook her head, placing a brief appreciative kiss to Jane's lips, "but it means a lot to me that you're checking in with me. I feel safe with you."

Jane smiled, "It's crazy how much I love you."

"I love you, too," Maura said in a sleepy voice, pulling close to Jane. She placed a gentle kiss to Jane's neck before burying her nose there. She reveled in the warmth of Jane's skin against hers, feeling sleep overtaking her.

"Maura?"

"Yes, love?"

"Did you get the evidence you needed for your experiment?"

"Yes, very much."

"And?"

"Every proper experiment has…" Maura yawned, "multiple ... trials…"

"Oh, there'll be plenty more," Jane promised with a chuckle.

To be continued