AN: For the first time in two months I didn't have to work overtime today, so you know what that means, more time to work on this for you beautiful people. The song Jane is singing is She Is by Lady Antebellum. Which I happily sing full volume in my delivery van.
December 19th
Maura returned home from the BPD that evening to find Jane clearly in much better spirits than yesterday. Her illness turned out to be a mild case of food poisoning, three other people had also called in sick at the same time. Thankfully with only a spattering of active cases they weren't too over loaded in their absence.
Music was coming from the living room and could just hear Jane singing along,
"She is whatever she wants to be, she is a little of everything, mixed up so tough in a beautiful waaaaaaheeey,"
Hiding around the corner the doctor watched on smiling from ear to ear. The temptation to pull out her phone and record her was overwhelming. She however opted against it instead after a few seconds decided to make her presence known.
"Someone's feeling better,"
Jane spun on the spot halfway through another lyric and stopped, thankful that there was no cell phone in sight. Maura closed the distance and happily accepted a welcome home hug.
"Much better, I have however been going out of my mind since about ten this morning."
"Well you don't have a fever anymore, and you seem to be full of energy. I would say that you are well enough to go back to work."
The detective smiled swaying them both along to the song playing in the background.
"Have you ever heard a song and just thought that it was totally written about you or someone you know?"
"There have been times, I can't listen to 'Janie's got a gun' and not think of you,"
Jane wrinkled her nose looking down, "You know what that songs about right?"
"I do, but I like to think of you stepping up, doing what's right. Like you always do."
She was satisfied with that answer as they continued their slow shuffle around the living room.
"While I am aware that both of us can lean to an eclectic taste in music, when did you start listening to country music?"
"I don't really know, these guys were on the radio a lot. I suppose it grew on me. Like you and your pragmatic approach to my health. I'm sorry that I don't always appear to appreciate it, but you know I do right?"
"Jane, the fact you let me anywhere near you when you are tells me that."
"I'm not that bad,"
"Not now, no. When we first met? When we first became friends? Oh you were pretty bad."
She looked down to Maura with a pained expression, "Will you accept a retroactive apology?"
Leaning up the doctor captured her lips with her own, "You are long forgiven Jane Rizzoli. This however cannot be banked for the next time you are an ass."
"Damnnit"
Cuddled up on the sofa in front of the fire Jane was toying with Maura's hair.
"We never got to open the calendar yesterday. Although I can understand how there wasn't anything particularly sexy about me shivering under two blankets,"
"I took a look while you were sleeping, we can definitely use it another day. But we can open today's if you'd like."
"Only if my doctor will clear me for strenuous activity,"
"You had best call them then,"
"Oh you're so funny, you've got to stop using sarcasm against me. Messes up the delicate fabric of the universe."
"Hardly. But yes Jane, you have a clean bill of health."
"Excellent"
Maura let slip a squeal of surprise when Jane pulled her down to the sofa with her, quickly silenced by roaming lips. Lifting a leg against the back of the sofa allowed the blonde to settle her body against her fully. Scarred hands trailed down her back resting happily over the swell of her ass, with a quick squeeze Jane patted around the sofa for today's box. Skilfully hidden away.
Pulling away Jane looked up with a smile, box held aloft.
"I'm beginning to think you plan these moments."
"Shh you'll ruin the magic,"
After some manoeuvring Maura laid on her side in the infinitesimal space between Jane and the back of the couch. Opening the lid of the box Jane peered inside.
"I see wires Maur,"
"Don't worry Jane it's not that involved. Look, this part is the battery. It goes around your wrist. These two go on your finger tips."
The blonde touched one of the small pads to Jane's lip as she pressed a button. The sudden vibration against her skin changed her concerned look to a smile in an instant. She lifted her hand without being asked, allowing it to be wrapped around her wrist. Maura pressed the hidden button before leaning down and pulling Jane's bottom lip between her own.
Jane trailed her hand down the doctor's exposed arm, the pads on her fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. Reaching between them she raked her fingers over the yoga toned stomach over her clothes. Their lips and tongues engaging in an equal give and take, only pulling apart when Maura sucked in a sharp breath when Jane's fingers danced up her inner thigh. The doctor was thankful she didn't choose the pencil skirt today allowing the detective some room to push up the skirts hem.
Each fingertip was a pinpoint of powerful vibrations. She closed her eyes, lip between teeth, a jolt of arousal shot through her in anticipation of Jane's practised touch. She didn't need to wait long, she hummed happily as the brunette softly ran her fingers over her mound, underwear instantly soaked.
"These need to go Maur,"
"Then take them,"
Jane's eyes darkened at the request, grasping the material in her hand she ripped the fabric away. It wasn't often Maura was impressed with displays of strength, but when it came to Jane she never ceased to amaze her. Her senses were quickly being over taken, the rush of cool air against her heated core, Jane's lips on her neck and dancing fingertips testing her wetness. Deliberately causing more.
The detective's eyes were focused, even when clothing obscured her view. The wet heat she encountered every time with Maura always amazed her. Bringing up her fingertips she circled the velvet folds around the doctor's pulsing clit, getting close but not quite making contact. Maura was happily mewling and softly rocking of her body against her.
Jane gave into Maura's unconscious attempts to guide her touch, the doctor cried out into her neck when she rolled the straining nub between the vibrating pads on her fingers. Her movements becoming a little more forceful as her body reacted. Releasing her allowed the doctor a moment to catch her breath, which was expertly taken aback when Jane easily slid two fingers through the wetness and entering her. Curling them upwards stroking along the softness inside, she cupped her hand using the heel to brush against her nub each time she moved her wrist.
Short sharp staccato breaths panted against the detective's neck, hands clawed at her back completely forgetful of the damage they had already wrought. However the barrier of clothing spared Jane the spike of pain. Muscles in Maura's abdomen tensed and released sporadically, a sign of impending climax. It was fast approaching as she rocked with each thrust of Jane's fingers. Sucking in a breath she stilled for a moment with eyes clamped shut. Her walls pulsed hard around the digits inside her as her orgasm shocked through her.
She let out ragged breath against Jane's neck as her heart beat slowly returned to normal. Soft kisses brought her back down carefully while a soothing hand massaged the nape of her neck. There was a small feeling of loss as Jane gently removed her hand, the doctor found the switch finally stilling the toys movements. They laid together, Maura cradled in strong arms with a blissful smile.
That was until the back door opened.
A quick inventory of clothing proved nothing was on show as they shot upright on the sofa.
"Jesus, Mary, Fuck! Why the hell don't you knock Ma?"
If Angela had been taken aback by the loud curse, she did well not to show it.
"I came by to see if you were feeling better after yesterday."
Jane clenched her teeth, "I'm fine."
"Good. Janie, what is that thing on your hand?"
In the flurry of movement at Angela's arrival, the toy still firmly attached to Jane's wrist had long been forgotten.
"Maura bought it, to ah, help with my hands in the winter. You know, when they hurt."
Even Maura was impressed with that one.
"So why do you only have one?"
"We were testing it to see if it worked. If it helps then we'll get another."
Her mother seemed almost satisfied, almost.
"Well?"
"Well what Ma?"
"Does it work?"
Maura spoke before she could stop the words leaving her mouth, "Exceptionally well,"
AN2:Again this toy totally exists and is freakishly expensive. I'm going to add up the costs at the end just for fun.