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Thank you so much for your wonderful reviews! You surely know how to pamper my ego... It's been overwhelming for me to get so much feedback. So I figured I'd „better take my keyboard to warp speed 10 and bang out another chapter ASAP" (thank you JellyBelly!). Please note the ,M' rating. Hope you like it!
Maura gazed at Jane's retreating form, seemingly confused by the detective's actions. She made a formal apology to her dancing partner before leaving him in order to join her fellow co-workers. Maybe they knew something. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time one of their jokes had caused Jane to freak out... Completely oblivious to the fact that it actually was her undoing, she made her way over.
"Ah, Doc, where's your Jedi knight?" Frankie asked upon seeing her.
"Wrong fandom, Rizzoli!" Frost and Korsak yelled in unison, mocking the utterly embarrassed Frankie Rizzoli and enjoying it tremendously.
For her part, Maura was lost. First of all, she had no clue what Frankie was talking about, although it was fairly obvious he was wrong anyway. Secondly, she was still in the dark as to what led to Jane's inglorious departure.
Pursing her lips and knitting her brows, Maura decided she had to take matters into her own hands. "Would you care to explain why Jane..."
"...left orbit?" Frost interrupted her.
"No, why she left like that?" Maura asked peevishly, rolling her eyes at the incessant Star Trek related jibber jabber.
"She had too much Klingon blood wine..." Frankie whispered, dearly hoping he had picked the correct fandom this time.
If looks could kill, Frankie would have been vaporised by Maura. "No, doc, it wasn't me" Frankie stated, looking like the epitome of innocence.
"Well, someone has obviously offended Jane mortally. And I want to know who it was!" Maura began to feel a latent anger rise inside of her.
"Doc, take a seat and I'll fill you in, ok?" Maura did as she was told and kept looking at Korsak expectantly. "Well?"
"Ahem" Korsak cleared his throat melodramatically, "Uhh, actually... well, actually Jane left because of you." Korsak stammered.
"ME?" Maura's voice cracked. "What do you mean? I wasn't even there. I was dancing..."
"...the dance with no pants?" Frost commented smugly.
"Barry, what is it with you and your cutting me off mid-sentence?" Maura's irritation grew. "We were just dancing. Aren't I allowed to have some fun?"
"Of course you are, Doc" Korsak tried to appease her. "It's just that it might have looked at bit... provocative, that's all." This was clearly uncomfortable. Being ,blessed' with social myopia, Maura inquired "Provocative? I don't understand."
"Listen Doc, you should talk to Jane. Maybe she can clarify this for you." Korsak gave up, though somehow finding Maura's naiveté endearing.
"You're right, I should talk to Jane when I get home." Maura stood up and grabbed her purse, her face still showing signs of confusion. "Could someone please give me a ride? I've had way too much of that Romulan ale..."
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Less than a mile, but nevertheless light-years away Jane sat in her car, running the whole gamut of emotion. She didn't know why or how she had come to end up in Maura's driveway, but there she was, being crippled by her emotions.
Startled by the sound of the 'Funeral March', she took out her phone and rejected Maura's call. Again and again, as Maura tried to call her numerous times.
Silently berating herself, Jane wondered for the umpteenth time why she had come to Maura's house instead of just going to her apartment. What if Maura came home with that guy? That prospect scared the living daylights out of her.
Sitting in her car outside Maura's house while her mind was furnishing images of the woman she loved in the arms of that geek, was torture. Agonising, excruciating torture. She might as well shoot herself, she was pretty sure that would have been less painful. Wait..., she did shoot herself and knew for a fact it was less painful.
The car ride over to Maura's had been silent. Korsak had tried to lighten up the mood several times, only to have his efforts nipped in the bud by Maura, who was deep in thought. She was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she indeed might have gone a little too far with the Commander due to her alcohol-induced state. Hell, she didn't even know his name and to some extent, she didn't even care. She was deeply ashamed of her behaviour.
In her defence, ever since that memorable elevator ride earlier that day, she had been longing for affection. After all, it wasn't her fault Jane had that kind of effect on her.
When they came up to her house, Korsak spotted Jane's car. "Isn't that Janie over there?" he asked, motioning towards Jane's car. "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, so that we can get your car before work, what do you think?"
Maura simply nodded. But before she could get out of the car, Korsak put a hand on her forearm, clearly sympathising with Maura. "Doc, you know I only want what's best for you both, right? Maybe all Jane needs is a hypospray to the heart from you?"
"Thanks, Vince" Maura answered politely, though the smile didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Oh, and Doc? Maybe you should set your phaser to stun... After all, Jane seemed pretty pissed."
Seeing Maura exiting Korsak's car alone took a load off Jane's mind, the relief she felt was overwhelming. She couldn't quite shake off her anger towards Maura though, even if Maura hadn't purposely tried to make her jealous. Rubbing her face in her hands, Jane took a deep breath and got out of her car. "Well, here goes nothing."
Maura met her halfway. "I've been trying to call you, Jane. Why didn't you pick up your phone?" Maura asked neutrally, but Jane didn't fail to notice the considerable accusation in her tone. "Would you like to come in and tell me why you're so upset? I was worried about you..."
"Oh, how very touching of you, Maura." Jane retorted harshly. "I'm fine, fucking perfect actually! And believe me, my world doesn't solely revolve around you."
"That was uncalled for Jane." Maura answered dejectedly, being utterly nonplussed over her friend's reaction. "What are you doing here then?"
Jane's despondent eyes which met Maura's only for a second or two stood in strong contrast to her callous voice. "I need the files of the Hudson case." 'Clever one, Rizzoli! Seeing how quick-witted I am, maybe I should head for stand-up comedy...' Jane thought, kicking herself mentally.
"Really, Jane, really?" Maura exclaimed, exactly mimicking Jane's trademark tone. "Now?" Jane's volatility never ceased to amaze Maura. "Yes, now. Is that a problem?" Jane answered, slightly annoyed.
Finally unlocking the door and entering her house, Maura bade Jane in.
"Fine, I'll go and get it. But for your information, I'm sorry, Jane." Jane tried to cut her off. "Don't. Maura, just don't." Of course, Maura continued anyway. "I'm not even quite sure what I did to hurt you so deeply, but I didn't mean to offend you in any way. I was merely looking for some physical contact." Maura continued meekly. 'And maybe you should have kept your hands to yourself earlier, detective!'
Jane was close on Maura's heels, following her into her dimly lit living room where Maura went to retrieve the file from her desk. In order to reach the file, she had to bend over slightly. The sight of Maura's delicious backside outlined by her clinging dress was more than Jane could stand. Swiftly, she moved behind Maura, encircling one arm around her waist as the other went down to caress Maura's thigh. Maura whimpered softly as she felt Jane's body pressed against hers, just like hours ago.
Moving Maura's hair aside with her nose, Jane placed a soft kiss on Maura's exposed neck while pressing herself harder against Maura's enticingly firm behind.
"Does that bother you?" Maura heard Jane's deep, resonant voice whispering in her ear while one of Jane's hands was slowly sliding up Maura's body to caress her breast. The other hand still held her tightly pressed against Jane.
Maura's throat went dry and she tried in vain to moisten her lips so that she could say something, say anything. Instead, Maura just shook her head no.
"That's what I thought... And what about that? Does that bother you?" Jane asked hoarsely, keeping her voice low. She simply let her hand slide down towards Maura's knee which caused Maura to release the breath that had been stuck in her throat. Maura was about to at least croak 'no' when she felt Jane's hand slide back up her thigh, her skirt rising with it.
Maura was paralysed by the sensation of feeling Jane's hands on her.
As she tightened her grip on Maura's waist, Jane moaned softly, whispering into Maura's ear. "God, Maura. It's all your fault."
Maura had to force her vocal chords to comply. "What?"
"You make me lose control, Maura." Jane finished her confession with a flicker of her fingers against the moist silk of Maura's prohibitively expensive 'La Perla' panties.
The case file went sailing to the ground.
One hand gently cupped Maura's breast whereas the other hand rubbed freely between Maura's legs, stroking her wetness through the fabric, eliciting the cutest moans from Maura Jane had ever heard.
Biting down on Maura's neck, Jane intensified her efforts and was finally rewarded when she heard a low guttural moan and felt Maura stiffen.
Jane patiently waited for Maura to relax again, while holding Maura tightly against her.
After Maura was sure she could rely on standing on her legs on her own again, she turned in Jane's embrace.
She smiled at Jane "What about the case files?"
"What case?" Jane grinned.
"Hhhm, that's what I thought... You are a spitfire, you know that?" Maura leaned in to kiss Jane, but Jane evaded her efforts. Slightly confused, Maura tried again, only to have her shoulders carefully grabbed by Jane.
"Would you have slept with him?" The vulnerability in Jane's eyes nearly broke Maura's heart.
"I wouldn't even have kissed him."
At least for the moment deciding she didn't want to know why Maura had allowed him to grope her like that, Jane took Maura's face firmly in her hands, finding her mouth and plunging her tongue inside. Jane felt Maura everywhere, her body pressed against hers, her mouth on hers, Maura's hands on her shoulders and she instantly felt her body responding. God, how she needed that woman.
Maura broke the kiss abruptly and began to pull Jane towards her spare bedroom, never letting go of her hand. They ended up in a half-trot, laughing, peeling off their clothes on the way.
Once inside, urgent mouths and hands resumed their fevered exploration. Maura pushed Jane down onto the bed, staring at the beautiful vision before her. Jane's eyes were darkened with lust, following her every move. Maura straddled Jane in no time, touching her nose to Jane's, nudging in closer and finally brushing her lips softly against Jane's. Opening her mouth, Maura lightly kissed Jane's lips, absolutely loving the feeling of Jane's breath mingling with her own.
Jane opened her mouth, kissing Maura deeply, sighing against her as their kiss grew longer and longer.
Maura pulled back, smiling breathlessly at Jane, eventually kissing her way down Jane's torso. On feeling Maura's hand on her leg sliding to the inside of Jane's thigh, Jane sighed in contentment.
Willingly, Jane spread her legs and Maura bent down to kiss the insides of her thighs.
Moaning, Jane closed her eyes and leaned back, feeling Maura's lips and tongue hot and wet against her core in a maddening rhythm. Her hips thrusted involuntarily against Maura's face and Jane reached down, holding Maura's head to her, while forcing herself to open her eyes to watch Maura.
"God, Maura..." Jane felt Maura's smile against her, her eyes rolling back into her head upon feeling Maura's tongue pressing inside her, continually increasing the pressure. Maura's fingers followed suit and Jane pushed down against them, beginning to feel that familiar burning deep inside her.
Maura continued her efforts, revelling in the feel of Jane's internal muscles contracting around her fingers. Jane's breathing was laboured, her gasping turned to whimpering cries, she was lost in her lust, mindless of everything but the movement of Maura's fingers inside of her. Feeling the first twinges of climax racing through her, she was soon bombarded with wave after wave of pleasure.
Jane was still shuddering from residual waves of her orgasm, her body shaking ecstatically as the surges coursed through her when Maura brought herself back up to Jane's lips, kissing her hotly.
"Jane?" Maura asked between kisses.
"Hm?"
"Should we talk about what this means, I mean what we...?"
"Nope." Jane was annoyed. Royally annoyed. That woman sure knew how to ruin the moment.
Jane turned to her side, pulled the covers over them and soon was sound asleep.
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Later that night, Maura slowly awoke to the most glorious sensations. Half awake and half in dreams, she felt a hot tongue over her clit and slick fingers sliding through her folds.
"Jane..." she moaned.
The tongue was gone, the fingers stopped their task and Maura was wide awake. Looking down between her legs, she smiled sheepishly at Jane.
"Pleasant dreams, Doctor Isles?" Jane asked, raising one eyebrow, enjoying Maura's squirming at being caught far too much. So the good Doctor had indeed actually dreamed about this before...
Quickly regaining her composure, Maura countered "Did I give you permission to stop, Ensign?" Maura was desperate to feel Jane's tongue back on her.
"Ensign?"
"Well, I don't see any rank pins on your collar..."
"Maura, I'm not wearing a collar!" Jane's voice cracked.
"Sophistry. Now resume your task and you might even get promoted..."
"Aye M'am" Jane saluted and did as she was told.
Soon, Maura was lost in desire again, her breaths coming in ragged pants. Soft sighs and moans escaped her lips as Jane sent her over the edge.
Jane wrapped her arms around her, gathering Maura against her, kissing her passionately before breaking the kiss.
"Maur?"
"Hhm..."
"Why did you do it? And don't give me that immunoglobulin A crap!"
Maura sighed. "Well, I thought he was handsome, maybe even sexy. And I longed for physical contact..." She sounded so fragile that Jane felt the urge to wrap her arms tighter around Maura.
"And why didn't you do it? With him, I mean?"
"Well, technically, it would be quite an intricate situation with you and him both being here..."
"Maura!" Jane slapped her shoulder.
"I guess we were incompatible. He asked me if I'd wear a Lieutenant Uhura uniform for him. And I don't even know what that means!"
"Oh, I'm sure he's a lovely man - to someone else." Jane added, chuckling to herself.
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The next morning Maura awoke to the sound of someone knocking on her door. Actually, it was more of a thundering banging than knocking. Turning over, she held her head in her hands, internally begging her equilibrium organs to drop dead, feeling awfully sorry for herself as she realised that was not going to happen. Sleep deprivation, headache, hangover. A deadly combination.
Finally dragging herself out of bed and donning yesterday's wrinkled dress, she briefly wondered where Jane was as she made her way to her front door. Opening it, she squinted involuntarily at the bright light.
Taking in Maura's disheveled appearance, Korsak hardly tried to hide his horror. "Why do you always look like you're about to strut down a Paris runway, Dr. Isles?"
"Not funny, Korsak." Maura groaned, shading her eyes against the mercilessly invading sunlight.
"I'll be out in ten minutes." With that she closed the door.
Once inside, Maura started looking for Jane, soon having a sinking feeling when she found no traces of Jane whatsoever. She hoped she would at least find a note from Jane, but she didn't find one. Jane's spare set of clothes had gone, as well as the clothes Maura had torn off of Jane the night before. Jane didn't even leave her toothbrush or what Jane referred to as (but could in fact hardly be called) make-up behind.
Maura felt extremely queasy and realisation dawned on her. „Goodness, was this a one-night stand for Jane?"
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