A/N: Hello, all! So, I was going through my "Documents" folder a few nights ago and I stumbled across this document titled "Pusher Love 2". Curiously, I opened it and read through it.
I wrote and published "Pusher Love" about 2 years ago, and it was received fairly well back then. I remember writing this second chapter…but I can't really remember why I didn't publish it right after I wrote it. I suppose it may be considered inappropriately late, but…if someone enjoys the story, maybe it's worth updating and adding this. Anyway, I'm not sure if anyone will like it, but here it is; the lost 2nd chapter of "Pusher Love".
These characters are not of my creation…neither is the show Rizzoli and Isles. All rights go to those who have reserved them
This has been one of the longest weeks of my life.
Being that I am a very literal person, I understand that a week is a week. Seven days...one-hundred and sixty-eight hours, ten-thousand and eighty minutes, six-hundred four-thousand and eight-hundred seconds...
You get the idea.
However, the circumstances of this past week have propelled the passing of time beyond simple mechanics. It becomes a matter of relativity.
It's the same concept of placing your hand on a hot stove vs. placing your hands on a hot woman. Well...since my hot woman has been absent, I've been in constant contact with the proverbial stove.
And believe me when I say that I felt every hour, minute, and second of it.
I suppose I've had an easier time than Jane. When she first arrived at the FBI academy in Washington D.C., she called and complained about her roommate...a detective from New York City. Apparently, the other woman had showed up to the room wearing a Yankees ball cap.
Although the Yankees gear was a cause for complaint, what really had Jane in a mess was the lack of privacy. Not only were we separated, she more than likely didn't have much of an opportunity to...release her tension.
I did have the opportunity to 'release some tension', and took advantage of it on a regular basis. My self-indulgences deluded the urgency at the root of my needs, but nothing in this world could possibly replace the sensation of Jane's anatomy against my own.
All of this lead me to the little surprise that Jane walked into a number of minutes ago.
Seeing the lust-filled and slightly shell-shocked expression on my lover's face was well worth all of the effort that went into placing and lighting all of these candles. Not to mention the time I spent working on my dance routine.
I had intended for my teasing to last longer than it did...but at the end of our week-long parting, I was in just as much need as she was.
When my body, slick with a light sheen of sweat after my exotic dance, met her own…it was heaven on earth.
It steals my breath, just how amazing making love can feel with Jane as my partner. There's a kind of burn, a deliriously incredible ache, encompassing my entire body, which I feel an equal need to encourage and quench. There is simply no comparison to any previous sexual experience than when Jane is playing my body with the skill of a concert pianist.
Here we are, laying on my living room rug, my body hovering over hers; breaths heavy, but calming, and eyes glazed with arousal, after what I hope to be the first round of many orgasms to come.
I gaze into her happy brown eyes and smile down at her, hoping to convey my ever-present eagerness as I voice a proper "welcome home".
The message, both verbal and implied, must have been well received. I see a sudden spark in her chocolate orbs and, the next moment, find myself on my back with a predatory detective now determinedly positioned above me.
She wastes no time in dropping her head to my neck and I sigh as I feel a mixture of lips, teeth, and tongue assault my hyper-sensitive skin. My eyes flutter shut and I writhe and mewl in pleasure as she descends my body; drunk on the many sensations that she bestows upon me.
My hands tangle in her raven tresses as she reaches my breasts and laves them with attention. She takes special care to caress and tease their rosy peaks, which have hardened to a degree that borders on painful. My breath catches in my throat and I moan, unabashedly as I feel her suck a hardened nub into her mouth and begin to alternate between a gentle suckle, then swirling the tip of her tongue around it.
She released one nipple with a wet 'pop', only to kiss her way over to the other and give it the same treatment.
By the time she shifts her efforts from my breasts, my breathing is labored to an almost concerning level and my hips are gyrating as they desperately seek friction. I'm convinced that the growing arousal, which I can feel dripping from between my thighs, is going to leave a stain on my two-thousand five-hundred dollar imported rug.
No matter. I've been meaning to redecorate in here anyway.
I begin to message her scalp as she reaches my belly and worships the area with her hands and mouth. I make an effort to open my eyes, but I struggle to fight through my crazed state of desire.
However, I am finally able to peer down at my happily acquired tormentor, as she reaches the expanse of skin just above my pubic bone.
I stare, desperately, into her eyes as she smirks, confidently, back up at me.
I feel positively animalistic as she throws me a promising wink, then lowers her head once more and kisses the rest of the way down to my slick, heated flesh.
My mouth gapes open, head falls back, and I squeal in delight as stars flash across my vision. A strong current of energy runs from the core of my being, outward; making every muscle in my body twitch and my fingers and toes tingle.
Jane moves her arms so they wrap around the outside of my thighs, enabling her to flatten each of her strong hands on my lower belly, pushing down, trying to keep me stable.
Neither one of use wants a repeat of the first time she went down on me. In theory, I knew that a pubic bone was capable of breaking a nasal one, but it had never been an issue in practice.
Oh well. "Live and learn", she always says.
As my amazing detective continues to trail her tongue up and down the length of my desire, she slides one of her hands down so that her fingers can begin to brush against and play with the engorged bundle of nerves at the apex of my sex.
My hands fly up to my own breasts and I squeeze and message the voluptuous mounds as I nearly pass out from elation. My head is pressed firmly against the floor beneath me as I stare, wide eyed but unseeing, up at the ceiling. My back begins to arch off the floor and I'm getting lightheaded from nearly hyperventilating.
I am desperate to wrap my legs around her head, to pull her closer into me. Amazingly, and only because her safety is at stake, I manage to remember that my heels are still secured to my feet. I don't want to injure her…again…in the throes of our love-making. So, I force my legs to fall further out to the side, in a "butterfly" manner, allowing her as much access as she is willing to take advantage of.
A steady stream of gasped 'Jane's, 'Oh, God's and obscenities fall from my lips; growing in volume and frequency as I feel my climax approaching with the intensity of a derailed freight train.
My mind is overflowing with sensations; my body so tightly coiled that I fear I will snap in half at any moment. And, just when I fear that I will be frozen in this heavenly-like-purgatory, indefinitely, I feel my lover's hot tongue, slick with my pooling desire, enter me and begin to stoke and massage a place inside of me that only she has ever been able to reach.
My body locks up, back arched, head thrown back, for what feels like an eternity; every synopsis in my body burning hotter and hotter. The only muscles in me that seem to be functioning are the ones that begin to contract and flutter around the incredible appendage still buried inside of me.
Finally, I am able to scream my release for any and all to hear as my body begins to twitch once more.
And then my vision goes white and the world fades away.
The next thing that I am aware of is a tickling sensation along my left side. I recognize the feel of gentle fingertips, ghosting over my cooling skin.
I sigh and flex as many of my muscles as I am able; reveling in the feeling of disjointed limbs and a tingling body.
I feel no rush to open my eyes as the world falls back into place around me. I feel the rug beneath me, a warm body to my right, and a soft, plush material covering the bottom portion of my body.
When I feel I am, for the most part, in control of myself, I open my eyes and turn my head to the body I feel pressed against me.
I'm still laying on my back, but Jane is now pressed against my side, propped up on her left elbow, with her right arm slung across my midsection, fingers tracing patterns over the side of my ribcage. I realize that, somewhere along the line, she has covered me with a blanket. I find it incredibly endearing that she is attentive enough to notice that I often get chilled after a powerful orgasm.
She's gazing down at me with a proud grin. A satisfied lioness after a successful hunt.
I can't help but smile back up at her in adoration and wonder.
I open my mouth to say something, but have to clear my throat as I attempt to lubricate my incredibly dry mouth.
Wonder where all the moisture could have gone?
Jane picks up on my slight struggle and chuckles, pushing herself to sit upright and motioning for me to do the same. It's not an easy task to complete, but with Jane's care and help, I am able.
My beautiful detective, still naked as the day she was born, leans over and retrieves a nearby bottle of water, that she must have fetched while I was away from myself.
She opens it and passes it to me. I drink several mouthfuls before handing it back, watching as a rogue bead of water escapes her lips and runs down her neck as she takes a few drinks of her own.
I sit, mesmerized, as the water droplet reaches her collar bone, only pulling my gaze away when I hear Jane clear her throat.
She's lowered the water bottle and is now looking at me, with a brow raised in question and a playful smirk on her lips. I can only smile sheepishly in response.
She simply smiles back before recapping the bottle and placing it aside.
"So…", she husks in her enticingly deep voice; smirk still in place, eyes gleaming, "I've never made anyone pass out before."
"Yes…well," I clasp my hands together as I close my eyes, arch my back, and stretch my arms above my head, fully aware of the view I am providing as the blanket pools at my waist. "You may have to get used to it. That was incredible."
When I open my eyes, I find that hers are fixated on my chest, while her mouth hangs, slightly agape.
I take this moment of distraction to shift forward, then crawl onto her lap, straddling her legs with my own. Her eyes are still focused on my chest, so I sling one arm around her shoulder and use the hand of my other arm to lift her chin, so her eyes can meet my own.
Once her eyes do raise, it is my turn to lift a questioning brow. She smiles goofily in return then brings her hands to either side of my face, lovingly stroking my cheeks with her thumbs. I drop my hand from her chin, then settle the arm, to mirror its partner, around Jane's shoulder.
Her face becomes shrouded in a more serious, yet still happy, expression.
"I missed you, Maura." She says with devotion. "I missed you a lot."
"I can tell." I respond with a giggle. "I missed you too. Very much."
She gently pulls my face forward and meets my lips with her own. The kiss is slow, but incredibly deep. I can taste the remnants of my own salty-sweetness on her as our tongues leisurely roll together.
We break apart, ever so slightly, for a breath, and rest our foreheads together. Two pairs of eyes shut. Two happy women sharing the same breath.
Her hands leave my face and wrap around to my back, and she begins to massage the toned muscles the tips of her fingers encounter.
The moment is sweet, if not innocent. Innocent, that is, until her palms slide below my lower back, around the curve of my buttocks, and give a hearty squeeze.
I yelp as my eyes fly open. I am met by a familiar dark gaze, filled with playfulness and desire.
"I hope you don't have any plans for the rest of the night, Dr. Isles". She purrs as she peers at me through thick eyelashes.
"On the contrary, Detective, I have quite an extensive list of activities that I plan to accomplish before the night is over." I answer with a saucy leer of my own.
"Well…" She starts as she gives another squeeze to my rump, eyes falling to my breasts once more before trailing back up to my eyes.
Suddenly, she is standing and pulling me up with her. As soon as I get to my feet, she sweeps me up into her arms, bridle style, while my own arms secure themselves behind her neck.
A new level of arousal radiates from her expressive brown orbs and her raspy voice as she continues, "We better get started then."
I smile, excitedly, as she carries me toward the stairs, toward my bedroom, where I know we will happily remain for the rest of the night.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!