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The moonlight came through the gap in the curtains in a slant that perfectly highlighted Jane's silhouette as she slept. Maura was on her side, unable to sleep, staring at her best friend. The hotel they were in wasn't a place she would normally choose to stay, but it was right by the airport, it was clean, and the airline was paying for it. Plus, Maura had called all the luxury hotels in town and they were booked solid thanks to some event or another. So here they were, diverted to Austin, and tucked into a cozy room at the Airport Hilton. They had twelve more days of vacation left. Maura tried not to dwell on the finite number. She tried not to curse the human frailty of having to sleep. She didn't want to miss one second alone with Jane. Not after how long it had taken them to get to this point.
Maura scooched closer to Jane, whose mouth was barely open as she slept. She looked so peaceful, so calm, so unworried. No lines on her face, no confusion or sarcasm contorting her mouth. Maura reached out to tuck a piece of Jane's hair behind her ear when Jane's hand rose up suddenly and grabbed Maura by the wrist.
Jane's eyes stayed shut, but her mouth eased into a smile. "How long have you been staring at me?" Her voice was husky with sleep.
Maura was momentarily startled, then she smiled softly. "I've been staring at you since I tried to buy you a cup of coffee all those years ago."
Jane opened one eye slowly, sleepily. "You put gloves on in case you accidentally touched me. Remember that?"
"Well, I didn't know where you'd been."
Jane laughed. She brought Maura's hand to her mouth and kissed it. "Now look where I am."
"I can see where you are, Jane. You're right where I want you." Maura leaned in, and brushed her lips over Jane's, but then pulled back after a second. "I'm still having a hard time believing it."
"I can help you believe it," Jane said, leaning in. She caught Maura's lips in her own. It was a soft kiss. A tender kiss. Until Maura bit Jane's bottom lip and a little growl simmered in her throat. Jane's forehead wrinkled from the sheer torture it was to not be able to somehow consume Maura with this kiss. Her lips, her tongue became frenzied. She flipped over and used her size advantage to pin Maura underneath her, holding her arms up by the sides of her head. Jane kissed her and kissed her and kissed her until they were both gasping for breath.
"Don't you ever get tired?" Maura asked, laughing, her breath hot on Jane's lips.
"You're the one who woke me up, Smartypants," Jane countered. "Now I'm all hot and bothered and it's your fault."
"Well, you know the average sex act burns several hundred calories, and we are certainly not having average sex. Maybe I can just wear you out." Maura pursed her lips in a sleepy smile.
"You, Doctor Isles, look tired. Gorgeous, but tired. How about I help you fall asleep and then you owe me?"
"Owe you!" Maura raised herself up on her elbows, her breasts grazing Jane's.
"Hell yeah," Jane grinned. "A favor to be granted at a later date." She waggled her eyebrows.
Maura threw her head back and laughed. "My brain tells me to decline this offer, but other parts of me appear to want to accept." She lifted her hips to push gently against Jane's pelvis.
"We better shake on it," Jane said. "In case you want to reneg later."
"I would never reneg!" Maura said, dropping her hips and pouting.
Jane pulled up on her knees, straddling Maura, squeezing her sides. She held out her hand.
Maura reluctantly put out her hand to shake Jane's. She was still pouting. "You know I'd never go back on a promise. That's just as bad as lying, Jane, I mean…"
Jane burst out laughing and brought Maura's hand to her mouth. "Oh, my God, seriously? I can't stand it. You're too adorable, Dr. Isles. I know you'd never go back on a promise, Maura, I really do. I just love to see that pout."
Maura smacked Jane's breast with her other hand, and that sent them into a wrestling match that was full of laughs and kisses.
"We are so gross," Jane laughed as she tried to grab Maura and pin her on her stomach. Maura slithered out of her reach, though, and pounced on Jane's back. "Look at us. Two professional women at the top of their careers. And we're acting like horny teenagers."
"Say 'horny' again," Maura whispered in Jane's ear. Jane was on her knees with Maura behind her, pressing her breasts into Jane's back. Maura unfurled her arms around Jane's waist and then slid her hands up to Jane's chest. Tweaking both nipples at the same time, she nipped Jane's ear. The detective stopped play-struggling and moaned, sinking back into Maura, and yet somehow arching her back at the same time.
"Horny," Jane whispered in her deep, husky voice. "I am so fucking horny right now, Maura, you don't even know…"
Maura slid a hand down from Jane's breast, over her perfect, tight belly, and through her neatly trimmed black curls – her neatly trimmed, soaking wet, black curls.
"Oh, I know, Jane," Maura whispered into Jane's ear. Her fingers slid through the achingly soft, wet folds. "I know just how horny you are." Maura pressed two fingers inside of Jane and Jane cried out. Maura pumped a few times, loving how she could feel Jane's body tense and relax as she fought off waves of pleasure. The indefatigable Detective Jane Rizzoli was writhing in her arms. Maura just couldn't believe it. She chuckled.
"What?" Jane gasped. "Are you laughing at me?"
"No," Maura answered, relaxing her fingers and using the heel of her palm to gently press against Jane's clit. Jane groaned. "I'm laughing at us, at this, at how a week ago, this was only a crazy dream I could barely admit to. And now…" She pressed harder with her palm and could feel Jane's back becoming slick with sweat as Jane fought to hold off her orgasm for just a bit longer. Maura kissed Jane's neck, feeling her pulse beating wildly. She sucked gently, then harder, as she pressed into Jane, gripping a breast in one hand, and rubbing Jane's soaking clit with her other.
Jane was over the edge, bucking and crying out, falling forward, with Maura falling with her. They landed in a sweaty heap, tangled in the hotel sheets, both breathing as if they'd just finished their nightly run.
"You know," Maura panted, "I thought you were going to make me tired. And then I was going to owe you one. You are the one who reneged on our plan, Detective."
"What?!" Jane rolled over and gave Maura a look. "I did no such thing. You're the one who got all handsy." They were both grinning and panting. "I reneged on nothing, and you still owe me."
Maura was about to get blustery... was about to point out several facts about what had just happened that all leaned in her favor, when Jane slid under the sheets.
"Jane?" Maura asked tentatively. "What are you doing down there? Did you lose some—oooh!"
Jane's hands smoothly parted Maura's legs, and Jane's tongue smoothly parted Maura's lips. Her other lips.
"Oh my – I can't – I just – Oh, Jane – this – it – oh, oh, oh, oh" Maura's brain was short-circuiting with pleasure. Jane laughed as she lapped, and the burst of air blew Maura's last circuit. Her hips flew up so fast, she nearly chipped Jane's front teeth. Jane had to grab on tight and hold on for the ride, her tongue never going still, calculating just what Maura needed to crest the waves and then gently come back to earth again.
When Maura was still, Jane laid her head on the Doctor's thigh. She was completely under the sheets, like she was in a tent made only of crisp whiteness... and Maura-ness.
Maura pushed the sheet down so she could put her hands in Jane's hair.
"I could stay like this forever," Jane murmured. She nuzzled Maura's sex, sending sparks and lightning bolts up Maura's spine.
"I could, too, Jane. My God, I could, too."
The phone rang and made them both jump.
"Jesus Christ, who could be calling at this hour?" Jane slapped her hand around outside the bed, but was unwilling to move her head from its resting place.
Maura grabbed the phone and instinctively answered, "Dr. Isles." After a moment, she chuckled that intoxicating, throaty chuckle of hers and she hung up. "That was our wake-up call, Jane. The plane leaves in two hours."
"One hour and fifty minutes for me to lay here, then," Jane said with a smile. She closed her eyes.
"Jane!" Maura gently whacked her on the top of the head. "We have to shower, check out, get through security… find our underwear…."
Jane laughed. "OK, OK, spoilsport." She gave Maura's sex one last kiss and then reluctantly dragged herself to the head of the bed. "Do we really have to shower, though?"
Maura kissed her, hard. Then licked around Jane's mouth and chin and neck. "Well, that depends on how you think our other plane riders will react to you wearing eau de Maura all over yourself."
"They'll find me the most fascinating woman on the plane!" Jane said, with a wicked grin.
"Come on. Shower." Maura hopped out of bed and dragged Jane with her.
Ten minutes later, they were soaping each other up in the steamy shower.
"OK. This was an excellent idea," Jane said as she slowly caressed Maura's soap covered breasts. "I take back all of my snark. This is one of your best ideas EVER."
Maura laughed. "We have to go, Jane. Remember? California? Beach? Vacation?"
"Booooobs," Jane said, sliding her hands all over Maura's chest.
Maura smiled sweetly, leaned around Jane and turned the cold water on full blast. Jane jumped and shrieked and nearly took the shower curtain with her as she leapt from the shower and slid across the bathroom floor, Risky Business-style.
Maura laughed as she rinsed off quickly and then daintily stepped from the shower. "Cold water is an excellent cause of vasoconstriction. Wakes you up, invigorates you…"
"Makes you nearly kill your girlfriend." Jane laugh-yelled.
The bathroom suddenly filled with silence as they both found themselves shocked at what Jane had said.
"Come on," Maura said, finally, "We better get dressed. Let's not miss our plane." She wasn't sure why she couldn't comment on Jane's "girlfriend" blurt. Weren't they girlfriends? They were certainly more than just best friends now. Maura tried to shake the adrenalin and exhaustion from her mind so she could focus and figure out what she was thinking.
Jane was silent. She packed up her bag, and grabbed Maura's as they left the room. Both had pulled their hair back into a wet ponytail, and both were flushed from the lovemaking and the cold shower.
When they got into the elevator, Jane turned to Maura, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to say something – but Maura just leapt at her, answering her unspoken words with a kiss. They would need to have a conversation for sure, but for now, this was enough.
The elevator doors opened with a ding and the women slowly broke apart as they realized a lobby full of other airline passengers checking out was staring at them. Jane flushed, but Maura just waltzed out of the elevator and got in line. She could care less what other people thought of the two them, even if she hadn't fully wrapped her own mind about what she thought about the two of them. She was so full of feelings and wonder, she couldn't sort out fact from emotion. She felt lost and found at the same time. For the first time ever, Doctor Maura Isles felt adrift. But it was such a lovely feeling, knowing that Jane was the one causing these emotions, she didn't dare let herself feel scared. Not yet.
As Maura moved up in line, the TV above the checkout counter flashed a special report. "Due to an overnight cargo spill, Austin Bergstrom Airport is closed until further notice. Haz-mat is on the scene. We'll keep you updated as information comes in." The lobby filled with the buzz of disgruntled passengers.
Jane walked up next to Maura, her eyes on the TV. "So much for making our flight."
"We should have had the TV on in the room," Maura murmured. "We could have made that shower last a lot longer."
"You still want to go to the beach?" Jane asked suddenly, grabbing Maura's hand.
"Yes," Maura answered. "Yes, I do."
"Then come with me, Doctor Isles." Jane pulled Maura out of line and into the hotel lobby. "I have a great idea." She took out her phone and made a call. After she identified herself and answered a few questions, she said, "Yeah. Uh-huh. Got any convertibles? Awesome. We'll be there in an hour."