Chapter Thirteen;
The car journey back home was deadly silent as her mother and father shared glances at each other, but never to her, but the moment Maura was home, her father sat her down and gave her a lecture about same sex relationships, and how he frowned upon them. The young woman sat in the chair he'd told her to, until the point of her blood flow in her thighs and buttocks not circulating properly. She kept her head down as her father spoke to her before he finally realised her leg was shaking as her feet dangled just above the floor. He gave a sigh and shook his head before he spoke up.
"Maura, we're packing your things for school. Your mother and I are sending you back a week early." he told his only daughter.
With her head still bowed, looking into her lap, Maura slowly raised her head and looked to her father, soft tears glistening in the corners of her eyes as she looked to him. The tears didn't fall though as she nodded, not having a choice in the matter at hand. Still, she sat there and waited on her father's dismissal from the room and to let her know he'd finished talking with her. She waited what seemed a lifetime until he gave her the nod and watched as she stood up, the same way she had done, in the years since she could walk and talk.
"Maura..." he said as she got to the doorway and turned to him, "Leave out your writing set and stamps, I'm going to need to count them so I know you're only writing to your mother and I. And make sure you leave out her address."
"Yes father." Maura nodded glumly and walked out of the room, to head to her room upstairs. The blonde got upstairs and into her room, closing the door gently behind her before crossing to her dresser and sitting down, looking into the mirror and sighing, "Jane, I miss you already..." she whimpered to herself a little and blinked, looking down to her lap as a few tears gently spilled over her lashes and, she silently cried in her room before she began on locating her things to take to school with her.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of Boston, the Rizzoli's were just coming home from collecting their daughter, Jane and her brother, Frankie Jr from summer camp. As their car rolled to a stop in their driveway, Angela jumped out, seeing her oldest boy, Tommy and some of his friends from school with beer bottles, and girls. She glared at him as her husband and other two children climbed out of the car from their long journey.
"Thomas Anthony Rizzoli! What's all this?" Angela barked at her son, "You're supposed to be working with the Dog Shelter today...not bringing girls home and playing...poker! Ahh!" Angela threw her hands up in the air as she entered the house, heading straight for the record player and switching it off.
Jane winced at her brother and then looked to her father, Frank, who just shrugged and shook his head, opening the trunk to the car. Frank Rizzoli knew better than to intervene in any situation that involved his wife teaching any form of disclipine to their offspring, so he rummaged around and began lifting out his youngest son's camp trunk.
Jane was moving toward the house as the crowd Tommy had brought home were leaving, shoving her aside to avoid any further wrath from Angela and exit the house. The gangly brunette watched the burly lads leaving before entering the house herself, glancing to Tommy and her mother arguing while she slipped upstairs to her bedroom, closing the door and wincing at her pink canopy bed before shaking her head and getting out her field hockey stick. Jane took once look at it and she sighed, flinging it aside and charging at her bed, flopping down on it backwards so she looked up at her canopy and ceiling.
It didn't take long for Angela to knock on her door and enter smiling, "Janey what's wrong? You've been so quiet since we left the camp." she moved to sit on the edge of her daughter's bed.
"I miss Maura, Ma."
"Janey, I know. But she'll write...she will." Angela smiled and nodded softly before kissing her daughter's forehead and gently tapping her knee, "Now come on and wash up, Grandma's coming to make Gnocchi for us."
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Dinnertime for the Isles family was a totally different affair, they ate in silence before Maura excused herself from the table to go to her bedroom, before she'd finished her meal. She just wanted to be alone, so she could have some time to think about what had happened over the last week. Sitting down on her bed, Maura looked around her room at the medals and trophies and rosettes she'd won for her efforts and triumphs in the numerous Boston Science fairs.
As Maura crossed to her shelves holding the trophies, she heard her father talking on the telephone, probably trying to get her onto a flight to Paris within the next few days. She looked to her trophies. frowning as she thought. The blonde always liked being the best, and wasn't about to change that, she was sick of it. Maura was alone, she had nobody to share her news with, or her glory from the Science Fairs with. All Maura wanted was a friend, and Jane had shown her what friendship was like. Maura needed Jane.
The blonde frowned as she ran her finger across the gold plating of the name tag on the trophy for 'MOST ARTICULATE DISSECTION of '86' she sighed harshly and let her hand fall from the shelf before looking around to her matching luggage casings, "I should pack..." she said to herself, but wishing she was even talking to a pet. Of course, Maura never imagined herself with an average pet, like a dog or a cat. She always fancied getting a Chinchilla or something more exotic than a household pet, and she knew that day would come when she moved out.
After what seemed forever packing her things, Maura emerged from her bedroom and went to locate her father to let him know she'd packed and to give him her writing set and stamps for him to count like he'd told her to. She couldn't find him, so she left them in his office and headed back up to her room for the night after she washed and changed for bed. Maura was settling down for an early night after the week she'd had, she needed the rest. Though, while she was settling down and thinking of Jane, the brunette had other ideas for her night.
Jane 's night was just beginning with her family and a game of Trivial Pursuit. The Rizzoli's were all for family time, no matter how tired any of them were, they stuck together and enjoyed the time they spent together, that and of course, they all whooped each other in board games. That wasn't to say Jane wasn't thinking about Maura though, she really was. Jane was missing Maura terribly already and couldn't wait the arrival of the first letter from her, so they could write one another until the possibility of joining each other at camp again the following summer season. There was that, and the fact Jane thought she could really use Maura on her team with this game, Frankie was always lucking out and winning extra points, but if Jane had Maura, she knew she'd win as the blonde had probably the highest IQ of anybody she knew.
But Maura was lonely, and she knew that as she looked up at her ceiling, her covers pulled tightly around her and she thought of Jane. She thought about her being scary to the other girls and how the boys were slightly afraid that if they said something wrong to her, she'd beat them. Maura sighed as she remembered that Jane had two brothers and she closed her eyes, wishing she had a sibling she could talk to or argue with about entering her room without permission. Of course, Maura's mind wandered back to Jane, focusing upon the prior few days and what had happened between she and the brunette.
The blonde suddenly found herself in the same aroused state she had been in when Jane had entered the shower with her. She bit her lip and frowned a little, trying to push the thoughts of Jane out of her mind and focus on something that was not the tall Italian. Science, that always worked. Maura squeezed her eyes shut as she visualised Jane's athletic body, naked in the shower. Science did not always work. Maura wanted to relieve that moment; the moment she felt Jane's hand working down her body, across her abdomen and further. So she did. Maura did it herself.
Maura moved her hand down her body, over the cotton of her pyjamas and reached the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. She swallowed and listened out for anybody awake in the house before she wiggled her fingers under the elastic and let her fingertips brush gently over her curls. Maura gently whimpered before moving her fingers further and touching herself as she bit her lip, she did not want anybody to hear her if she cried out. She used her fingertips to circle her clit a little, making herself more aroused before even beginning to slide her fingers inside herself.
This was all new to Maura, she had never fantasised about someone before and masturbated. Yes, she knew the affects some fantasies had on the body and how they affected a person psychologically to make the arousal begin, but she had never physically done anything. It took her a little while before she could slip in a finger, but when she did, Maura writhed a little at the sensation as she pictured it was Jane doing it to her. The blonde arched up a little as she tried to add a second finger and only could manage a little before she moaned out and quickly bit her lip to contain any more guttural outbursts.
A few more strokes and Maura was able to add her second finger, feeling her own tight muscles clamping down around the new intrusion inside her. She moaned out again and arched a little more before quickening the pace of her fingers, only slightly just to add a little friction, she also bent her legs at the knees. It didn't take long for her to moan out again, louder this time, "Oh, Jane..."