Part Twenty – Final Conclusion
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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.
When Maura awoke, she wasn't quite sure what day it was. She couldn't remember a time when she had ever been in such a predicament. Was she late for work? The sunshine was already spilling into Jane's bedroom window and onto the bed. She blinked, trying to find Jane's alarm clock for the time.
"Stop it," Jane groaned hoarsely, tugging Maura by the hip.
Maura took a long breath in through her nose, trying to clear the sleepy fog from her brain. Jane gripped her tighter, pulling Maura's back flush against her.
"Jane," Maura complained, "it's Sunday. We need to get out of this apartment."
"We got out yesterday," Jane mumbled, slipping her hand up Maura's stomach as she pressed her lips to the back of Maura's neck.
"Taking Jo for a walk doesn't count," Maura sighed.
"We went to get take-out too…" Jane muttered, her fingers wandering to the underside of Maura's breasts under her shirt.
"Jane," Maura complained, already feeling her resolve waning as Jane's fingers danced lightly over her nipple.
"Come on," Jane whispered, "what do you have that's so important it can't wait until Monday?"
Distracted by Jane's touch, Maura didn't immediately respond. Instead, she reached behind her, spreading her fingers into Jane's raven curls as the brunette pinched and rolled her nipple. Maura struggled to concentrate as Jane slowly drove her body mad.
"I have chores to do, laundry, shopping—" Maura faltered as Jane gently bit her shoulder and squeezed her breast, "—bills. Not to mention helping your mother with dinner."
There was another long silence as Jane palmed her breast. She pressed close to Maura's back, breathing on her neck. She squeezed Maura's nipple between her fingers, eliciting a soft moan.
"Just a little longer," Jane whispered hotly in her ear. It was clear she wasn't talking about sleep.
"You already got me to spend two days doing nothing—"
"I would hardly call it nothing," Jane said, a smirk evident in her tone as she moved her hand down Maura's stomach.
"You know what I m—" Maura twitched as Jane's hand dipped into her underwear, "mean."
Jane played with the neat hair between Maura's legs as she muttered in her ear, "You know you enjoyed every minute of it."
"Jane," Maura moaned, gripping Jane's hair as the brunette spread her fingers into her arousal.
"I keep telling myself 'just one more time,'" Jane breathed into Maura's ear, "but it's never enough."
"The sex has been v—very enjoyable…" Maura shook as Jane circled her clit.
"It's not just that…" Jane muttered. "God, Maura, every kiss, every hug, every touch—no matter how innocent. I can't get enough of you… How am I ever going to keep my hands off you at work?"
"We'll have to f—figure it…" but Maura trailed off. The coil low in her belly was wound so tight she could barely form words.
Suddenly, the delicious tension slipped away as Jane moved away.
Maura groaned, "Jane." She turned over to see Jane looking at her inquisitively, her head propped up on her hand. The brunette cocked an eyebrow.
"What?" Maura sighed.
"Just doing an experiment of my own," she chuckles.
"What are you talking about?"
"The other day … you said you were testing another hypothesis."
"And?"
"You never shared the results."
"Well," Maura bit her lip, "I've been collecting data."
"As have I," Jane smiled, looking smug.
"And … " Maura raised an eyebrow, "what were the results?"
"That's not fair. I asked you first."
"Well," Maura smirked, tugging Jane closer, "your little experiment could have an effect on my conclusion."
Jane pulled Maura into a long, slow kiss, only breaking when Jane dipped her hand into Maura's underwear again. The honey blonde's mouth dropped open as Jane quickly brought her back to the edge. She gripped needily at Jane's shoulders as she bucked her hips. She was millimeters from climax when Jane slowed her movements again.
"Jane," Maura practically pleaded.
"You can't come yet."
"Why?"
"Because you haven't told me what your experiment is all about."
"Jane," Maura complained, every muscle in her body tense, barely able to breathe.
"Tell me and I'll let you come, baby…"
"I can't—J—Jane," Maura groaned as Jane lightly circled her clit. She could have cried when Jane pulled away. "No! Okay!"
"Yes, babe?"
"You … like to be dominant." Maura finally admitted. "You like to top."
"Funny," Jane chuckled, pressing into Maura's opening and swiping her thumb over her clit, "because I was just thinking that you were definitely a bottom."
"Fuck, Jane…" Maura moaned as she finally came.
They finally made it back to Maura's house late in the afternoon. Maura was a mess. Though she had taken a shower at Jane's place, she only had a limited amount of make-up and extra clothes there. She was just glad she already had an extra toothbrush there.
"Well, welcome back lovebirds!"
"Hi, Ma…" Jane groaned sleepily.
"Good morn—afternoon, Angela," Maura sighed.
"Goodness," Mrs. Rizzoli said, blinking at Maura's wrinkled clothes, "did you guys even leave the bed all weekend?"
"Ugh," Jane complained, "Ma!"
Embarrassed, Maura decided to ignore Angela's question. Instead, she excused herself with a kiss to Jane's cheek, "I'm going to get changed, love. Why don't you help your mother with dinner?"
Jane smiled at her admiringly.
As Maura walked away, she heard Angela laugh, "I told you Janie, Maura has you wrapped around her little finger."
The honey blond looked over her shoulder when she heard Jane chuckle. The brunette winked at her, "Sure, it's Maura's that's in charge."
The End
I know this was a short chapter (and the end), but I've started working on the sequel, so at least there's that. I meant to be done with this part of the story months ago, so it's not exactly in season, but here's a preview of the sequel:
Summary: The Rizzoli clan all head up to Quebec to spend Christmas at Maura's family cabin. The intention was to spend the weekend having a nice family vacation, but when a blizzard hits and snows them in, Jane and Maura are forced to curb the impulses of their budding romance and "bunk it" with Angela and the boys. Meanwhile, Maura is sure that Jane is hiding something from her, but she can't seem to muster the courage to confront her about it. Instead, she tries to piece things together using careful examination. After collecting plenty of evidence, she's almost ready to make an educated guess. But what if she's wrong? Established Rizzles. Lots and LOTS of fluff, a bit of angst, and a good helping of smut.
