A/N: Hello my lovelies! I am sooo sorry I have been gone for so long. I had surgery on my arm and so I couldn't type for quite a while and have now just been getting back into the swing of things. This is just a quick little update, but trust I have been writing away and more will be coming more regularly. I will probably get a few more chapters of this up before I update PD: After Dark because I need this story to help set the mood for the racier things over in that one. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!
The next few days found the couple being much more loving toward each other. They put aside some of the more ambitious BDSM play they had been doing and took the time to reconnect with their friendship and because of that when they did get intimate, it was much more like the first time they made love.
While Jane was enjoying this immensely, Maura was getting a bit antsy. It wasn't that she didn't like making love to Jane. In fact, she absolutely loved feeling the physical manifestation of all of Jane's love for her. No one had ever shown Maura so much love. No, the real issue was that Jane still hadn't made any kind of commitment to allowing Maura to claim her in public. It was becoming a real struggle for Maura to withhold expressing her love to Jane, only being able to do so in the confines of their mutual homes. And sometimes not even then if Jane's family was around. Something had to give and soon because Maura could feel her alter ego which Jane called Mauratrix getting very itchy to get unleashed.
They had been called to a suspected homicide out near Fenway and Maura was feeling especially vulnerable. There had been a string of murders that had the department working nonstop and without the benefit of having control over something, Maura was feeling especially dominant. So much so that when she arrived on scene and saw Jane in her favorite suit and red shirt stalking around barking at patrol officers, Maura felt the urge to immediately drag the detective by her hair like a caveman and take her to bed.
Barely managing to control her urges, Maura tore her eyes away from Jane and walked toward the body that was in an alley behind a few restaurants. It was a pretty brutal attack that had left the body quite mangled with reddish brown stains all over the alley and the walls. Maura tried to center herself so that she could give this poor soul her full professional attention, no less than what they deserved. She took the latex gloves from her medical bag and after putting them on began to inspect the damage up close.
As she was using the thermometer to take the body's temperature, she heard the tale tell signs of her detective moving toward her. Maura chose to ignore her and continue her examination of the body. "Hey, Maur, so due to all the blood all over the place, it would seem pretty clear this is a murder. Can you please release the body so you can work your magic and get us some answers?" Jane quipped, in an almost whine, offhandedly while pacing around the alley.
The casualness of the way Jane spoke to her and the audacity she had to try to rush her while clearly making assumptions that she knew Maura hated had Maura's hackles all the way raised. Added on top of her barely held control over her desires since Jane was denying her what was rightful hers, Maura could not stop the glare that made its way toward the detective or the extremely harsh reply that left her lips.
"Detective Rizzoli! If you could be so kind as to shut up and step back before you completely ruin my scene. I, as the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, will determine what the substance is that you are almost contaminating with your incessant pacing and I alone will determine when the scene is released to the detectives of the Boston Police Department. And seeing as you seem to have also forgotten, it is Doctor Isles. Now, run along and go play gumshoe, while the adults do their work!"
Maura finished her tirade with a very pointed glare into widened brown eyes and turned back to her work. She didn't bother looking back at Jane as she could feel her eyes on her back. Maura also didn't acknowledge the loud huff or the barely suppressed giggles she could hear over her shoulder. She heard Jane's steps retreating from her and that's all she wanted at this point. Maura couldn't possibly feel bad because this was all Jane's doing.
A/N: Hey the story has struggle in the title! More to come with our two dominant goddesses...stay tuned.