Hey, guys!
First, let me apologize for all the mistakes I did in the previous chapter and in this one, as well. I read the first chapter the day after I posted it and I was like "why the f**k did I use the 'honey-blonde' so much!?" I know why I did it, I mean, I hate when there are their names mentioned in each and every sentence of the story, but this wasn't any better. Yeah, it got on my nerves, too. But it should all be corrected now!
Thanks for all of your reviews, follows and favorites. I didn't expect this story to have such a positive response from you, guys! But thank you! It only made me more eager to write another Rizzoli&Isles story I have planned in my head!
So, this is the second and the last chapter of this fiction! I must admit, I don't know where this idea came from, but it's here and I actually kind of like how I wrote it, which doesn't happen often. But you are the judges here, so let me know what you think!
Now, enjoy!
With speed and strength Jane didn't know the doctor possessed, Maua quickly turned their positions, so the detective was lying flat on her back with the honey-blonde straddling her hips. The Medical Examiner then gently took the fabric of the detectives top in between her fingers, touching the tanned skin underneath, which sent shivers of arousal down the raven-haired woman's body.
Maura smirked at that. "You, of course. And for that, this needs to go."
Jane lifted her hands up to allow the doctor to take her top off. As soon as Maura threw the now useless piece of fabric across the room without actually caring where it landed, she leaned down and captured the detective's lips with her own. It was a searing kiss, a one that contained the love and frustration of years of concealed attraction and sexual need for each other. Their tongues met immediately, in a heated, passionate fight for dominance, which, for once in her life, Jane chose to lose willingly. She let Maura take the lead over the kiss and, with that, over the next course of action.
The Medical Examiner left her best friend's lips when both of their mouths felt sore and when both of their breaths were short. Jane felt the doctor's lips on her neck right after that, kissing, nipping and sucking on her pulse point. The hot, wet mouth slowly made its way towards the detective's ear and took the earlobe inside, in between the awaiting teeth.
"Thank you," Maura whispered sexily into Jane's ear after she released her earlobe.
"For what?" the detective asked, her voice even huskier and raspier than usual, from the arousal and slight nervousness.
"For giving yourself to me," the doctor answered in a whisper, though now her voice held more soothing, gentle tone. "I know how difficult it is for you to give up control and I'm thanking you for doing just that. I want you to know if you want me to stop-…"
"Don't give me a way of chickening out if you want this to continue," Jane cut her off, but the doctor only looked at her in the way that made the detective's heart clench, her knees weak, her core wet, her mouth shut and her body ready to willingly obey anything that came out of the honey-blonde's mouth.
"If you want me to stop, say so," Maura finished, looking her best friend straight in the eye. "If I do something you're uncomfortable with or if I do something you like and want me to keep doing it, tell me. I want you to know that I would never force you into anything. The control is in your hands. You can tell me whatever you want me to do and I'll do it. Don't forget that, okay?"
Jane nodded her head quickly and pecked the blonde's lips in gratitude. Of course she knew Maura would never hurt her, there isn't a bone in the doctor's body that would be able to hurt her best friend, but the detective needed the reassurance more than she was willing to admit.
"Thanks, Maur, but right now, I just want you to make me come and I don't care how," the detective growled out against the Medical Examiner's lips, then she kissed her again. For the first few moments of the kiss, it was clear that Maura was ready to submit to her best friend. Jane, however, had other planes. She only opened her mouth in an invitation and waited, until the doctor got the hint and slid her tongue into the raven-haired woman's awaiting mouth.
Jane allowed a small moan to escape her throat at the feeling of Maura's nimble, skilled tongue in her mouth, ravishing and lavishing the detective's mouth at the same time. And then, that skilled tongue traveled down, to Jane's jaw-line, to her neck and to her pulse-point, where it licked the skin until the raven-haired woman couldn't keep another moan in. A pair of skilled lips then started kissing the flesh and sucking on it, until both women were sure Jane had an angry red mark on her neck.
Only then did Maura move downwards, to her best friend's collarbone and to her chest. She took one of the nipples into her mouth and the other in between her fingers, playing with both nubs with her eyes glued to Jane's face, where she could see the expression of pleasure and slight impatience. The doctor then sucked the nipple into her mouth, humming quietly in content, drawing another quiet moan out of her best friend.
Jane's left hand went instinctively into the doctor's blond hair, holding her right where she were, while at the same time tugging at the golden locks to make her move downwards, where she wanted her the most. She herself wasn't sure what she wanted Maura to do, but the doctor seemed to have a plan, because she smirked up at Jane and went to suck on the other breast, leaving the first one wet and sensitive to the air that seemed cool on the nipple.
After she gave the same amount of attention to both of Jane's breasts, Maura moved down, slowly, kissing every inch of the detective's soft, tanned skin she could reach. She was moving slowly, as if she wanted to deliver as much attention to her friend's body as she could, even though it was killing the other woman. The detective thought that the murdering pace of the doctor's ministrations was the result of her previous climax, but it had done nothing to ease the ache she was feeling in her core. She needed Maura to touch her, as soon as possible.
"Maur," Jane breathed out just when her best friend's lips reached her belly-button. Green eyes looked up at her, straight into her eyes and the honey-blonde's nimble tongue dipped right into her navel. It was the most erotic sight the detective had ever laid her eyes on and it only made her want the doctor to do her more. "Stop-… stop teasing, gorgeous."
Maura's fingers quickly slipped past the hem of her shorts, taking the now useless piece of clothing away from the detective's body together with her panties. The next thing Jane felt was something soft, wet and warm pressing on her clit. She gave out a small moan at the touch, her left hand, which hadn't left Maura's hair, griped at the golden locks to keep the doctor right where she were. However, it didn't seem that Maura had any intention of leaving, quite the opposite. The doctor shifted her body in between her legs, as if to find a more comfortable position, but her tongue never left her best friend's heat.
Small moans filled the room, but neither of them could tell which one belonged to whom. The only thing Jane knew and cared about was the delight that Maura's touches created in her lover belly. She could feel her abdominal muscles clench from the pleasure and she knew the doctor could feel it too. But it wasn't enough and they both knew it.
Jane's hand in Maura's hair pulled the doctor even closer to the heat between those toned legs, if it was possible, and the Medical Examiner moaned quite loudly at the act of dominance and power from the half-Italian, which caused a wave of pleasure and a shudder course through the detective's body. Maura applied more pressure with her tongue onto the hardened nub at the apex of Jane's thighs, then she took the buddle of nerves between her lips, sucking at it gently. She wanted to bring her best friend the same pleasure she had been given by the detective earlier.
"Oh God, Maura…" the raven-haired woman moaned quietly, her body started to squirm beneath Maura's touch, her hips bucking into the awaiting mouth. The doctor knew by the reactions that her best friend wasn't far from falling apart in her arms, and so she sucked hard on the clit in her mouth and slipped the middle and ring fingers of her right hand into the detective's heat.
Jane moaned a bit louder this time, her back arching from the bed slightly. She was close, so damn close, and the ministrations of her best friend only added the fuel into the fire of desire that burned inside of her. But it never seemed enough. She was in need for that release; she had needed it ever since she got to know Maura. And now, that it was here, that she just needed to reach out with her hand and she would grasp it, she felt terrified. Of course, Maura had been there through many bad, ugly things, she had seen Jane at her best and worst and she never once considered leaving, the detective was sure of that. But an orgasm, while a natural reaction of a human body to intense sexual stimulation to Maura, was, to Jane, something to be shared with only the person who she loved and who loved her. It was the state of the biggest vulnerability to her and she needed to know that whoever was there to live through it with her wasn't going to leave after seeing her like that.
Maura wasn't going to leave, she would never leave, Jane was as sure of that as she was of her own name. But there still was something holding her back. Love. She was in love with Maura, had been for a long time. But she didn't know if Maura felt the same, or if she even accepted her feelings. She was going down on the detective, yes, but she could be doing this just because the raven-haired woman had brought her to an orgasm before and she wanted to return the favor. Maybe it was just about the aphrodisiac and Maura's frustration, not about concealed feelings and attraction.
"Stop over-thinking this, beautiful," Maura's gentle, sweet, soft, yet firm voice brought her out of her thoughts and back into the raw throes of passion and pleasure. Jane mewled quietly at the feeling of the doctor's fingers moving inside and out of her, inside and out, again and again, in a soft, yet hard, almost maddening pace. "Let go. I've got you. I've always got you, beautiful. Let me see you fall into pieces, so I can put you back together. I will put you back together; I will do my best to always put you back together, no matter what. Trust me. Let go."
That was all Jane needed. Her back arched from the bed even more, her muscles got caught in the most pleasurable spasm she had felt in a long time. Her mind went blank and for blissful seven seconds, she couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak. She could only feel the white-hot pleasure coursing through her body, melting together with her blood and bringing every memory, every thought into oblivion.
She lay back onto the mattress, completely spent and completely satisfied, with a smile on her face and peace in her soul. The sheen of sweat on her skin and the gentle, dull pain in her relaxed muscles bothered her as much as last-year's snow when Maura covered them both with a blanket and put her protective arm around Jane's waist.
"Maur?" the raven-haired woman muttered, not able to open her mouth fully. Her muscles weren't cooperating with her, they were too tired to move, and her eye-lids felt heavier than after she had gone three days without sleeping in a row. She wanted to say so many things, wanted to whisper into Maura's ear how much love she felt for her until the honey-blonde fell asleep. But her body decided against it. She couldn't even bring herself to move.
"Shhhh," the doctor whispered against the skin of the detective's neck once she crawled there. She snuggled up into Jane's side and kissed the angry-red mark on the raven-haired woman's pulse-point gently, as if to apologize for how she created it. She then let her head fall into the crook between Jane's shoulder and neck, their bodies fitting perfectly in that position. "We'll talk later, beautiful. Now it's time for you to sleep. You need it more than anything."
"Maur…" Jane repeated, this time far more sleepily than before. She turned her head towards Maura, so her nose was buried in the vanilla-smelling hair and a lazy smile crawled onto her lips. "Love ya."
"Sleep, beautiful. There will be time for talking later," the doctor said, her own voice sleepy and tired. "Love you too."
Jane woke up to the sound of shower running. She didn't even need to open her eyes to recognize where she was; the soft material of the sheets on her naked skin and the feel of the mattress under her body was way too familiar for her not to know where she was. She had woken up in the same room, in the same bed, what seemed more times than she did in her own bed. Even though her eyes were still closed, she smiled a lazy smile. It was normal by now for her to wake up in the middle of the big bed with a still warm spot on the mattress right next to her and with the sound of the shower in the bathroom.
For the past seven years of their friendship and sleepovers, which gained on frequency the longer the two of them knew each other, they had build some kind of a morning routine together. Maura would always be the one to wake up first and it didn't matter if her cell-phone was on or if her alarm clock was set. She had some kind of a clock in her unconsciousness which could wake her up at the same hour every day. That's why she would always be the one who got out of the bed first, and she had always managed doing that without waking Jane. Then she would go into the shower and that was usually the time for Jane to wake up. If she woke up while Maura was in the shower, she would make her way into the kitchen to brew some coffee. She only recently learned how to use that weird device Maura called a coffee-machine, while Jane secretly called it a coffee-porn-maker, just to brew coffee the doctor enjoyed. Other times Jane would wake up a bit later to the scent of coffee and breakfast, sometimes it would be pancakes, sometimes waffles, and after a difficult case, or after a nightmare, it would be fried eggs and bacon.
Once she finally managed to convince her eyes to open, she smiled to herself. The feeling of calm happiness settled in her belly at how relaxed she was. It only took her a moment to remember what had lead to her spending the night in Maura's bed, though this time naked. And even though she knew she should be worried, scared, angry or upset, she couldn't bring herself to feel any of those emotions. She only could feel happiness and excitement unlike any other she had ever felt.
She managed to get herself out of the bed and stretch out, just to get her body to function correctly. After what Maura had done to it the previous night, Jane's muscles felt too relaxed and she almost feared they couldn't keep her standing. However, her body was working more than fine as she walked around the room to find her tank-top and shorts. Once she was decent, she made her way down, the lazy and slow movements and the grumpy mood she usually had in the morning were replaced by slightly chipper, yet still lazy movements and a smile on her face.
Making her way down the stairs, she prayed her ma wasn't there. She loved her mother and even though she would never admit it out loud, she loved having her around, but right now, she didn't want her ever-curious, annoying and stubborn mother to be anywhere near the kitchen. Jane needed to talk to Maura about what happened previous night and what exactly it meant for their relationship, and if Angela was anywhere near, the conversation would have be postponed for indefinite period of time. And Jane didn't want to wait who knows how long just to speak to the doctor about what happened.
When she got into the kitchen and found it empty, she thanked God, all of the angels and saints for keeping her mother wherever the hell she had been the previous night. She instantly took two cups, their cups, out of the cupboard and prepared to fight another war against Maura's coffee-machine.
She hummed all the while she was brewing the coffee. She even thought about making something for breakfast, but she didn't want to set Maura's place on fire, and besides, she loved Maura's cooking, even though it was, most of the times, the healthiest food she had ever eaten.
She set Maura's coffee mug onto the kitchen counter, then she took hers in her hands and took a small sip, leaning with her back against the counter. She wasn't sure what she wanted to say to Maura. Should she be straight forward about her feelings and go with her head against the wall? Should she even tell Maura? Jane was never good with words and she knew it, she was always better at acting her feelings out. Maura was the one who did most of the speaking in their relationship.
Maybe she should let Maura speak first, maybe the doctor will tell her exactly what she wanted to hear. And maybe she will suggest keeping their relationship where it was now and lock what happened between them away, into the box that read 'never meant to happen, don't mention it again'. Or maybe she will act as if nothing happened. Or she will-…
A sound of oh so familiar soft, quiet tapping of bare feet on the wooden floor brought Jane out of her thoughts. She knew that sound like the back of her hand. It was the sound that made her heart jump every morning when she heard it, because she knew it was the sound only she had ever gotten to hear. Maura was a person, who had that, for Jane incomprehensible, need to always look her best, and so she never walked out of her bedroom if she weren't one hundred per cent sure she looked as close to perfection as she could. Never, apart from times when she knew it were only Jane and her. The detective noticed that if only the two of them were in the house, the honey-blonde preferred to wear her yoga pants and some of the shirts or t-shirts the raven-haired woman had here in case of an unplanned sleepover. It made the detective feel immensely proud that Maura trusted her enough to walk around her in something else than her designer clothes and without her always perfect make-up.
Soon enough, Maura appeared, with her hair still wet and all over her beautiful face, which now bore a lazy, almost sleepy expression. She was dressed in Jane's old, flannel, checked, red-brown-black button-up shirt that reached to the middle of the doctor's creamy-white thighs, leaving the rest of her legs at the mercy of the detective's wandering eyes; her hands were hanging at her sides loosely, but only the tips of her gentle, perfectly feminine fingers were visible thanks to the long sleeves of the shirt.
"Morning," the doctor said as the sounds of her steps stopped, a smile was clearly written in her voice.
"Good morning," Jane answered, not able to fight off the smile at the sight of her beautiful best friend. She took a quick sip of her coffee, then nodded her head in the direction of the cup that was impatiently awaiting Maura's attention. "I made you coffee. Guess you'll need it, according to how you look."
"I slept like a baby, that's why I'm so lazy today. The only thing I want to do is to get back into that bed and sleep through the day, so the coffee is very much appreciated. Thank you," the doctor smiled a sleepy smile. She took the cup in her hands, brought it to her face and took in the scent of the liquid, then she gazed at Jane with curious, mischievous, playfully accusing, yet completely sexy look in her eyes. "Instant?"
The detective chuckled, this was so like Maura! Though the fact that she seemed sleepy wasn't like her at all. Maura was always chipper in the morning, she was full of energy especially in the morning after she had sex. Jane was normally the lazy one in the morning. This made the detective's abdominal muscles clench, and not in the good way. What if she didn't do a good job? What if Maura had faked her orgasm just out of pity? Could she do that when she couldn't lie? Was faking an orgasm a lie in Maura's eyes? Well, she had told Jane once that she had never told a guy he had been good when he actually hadn't been, but was faking the same as lying?
"When was the last time I made you instant?" Jane asked, forcing a smirk on her lips and the thoughts into the back of her mind. If everything went as planned, she will get her answers soon. Hell, did she hope everything would go smooth! But as she knew her luck, either her Ma or one of her brothers would burst in any moment. Or Jack will call. Oh God, she had completely forgotten about Jack!
Maura smiled at her from behind the coffee mug and took a sip of the liquid, humming contently at its flavor. "Hmm, this is so good. And the last time you had made me instant coffee was right before you learnt how to use my coffee-machine. Which is probably around the same time you learnt how to make my favorite coffee."
"Yeah, handling that alien was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to learn!" the detective exclaimed, pointing with her right hand at the coffee-machine that she had called her enemy for as long as she knew about its existence. She then took another sip of her coffee and looked at Maura, who seemed to be enjoying her cup, since she was holding the porcelain in between her lips and her eyes were closed while she sipped at the liquid. "But I still don't see the difference between brewed and instant. Caffeine is caffeine, and it doesn't matter if you fight a war against your coffee-machine before you get a cup of coffee, right?"
"It's not an alien. And, caffeine in the instant is not entirely the same as caffeine in brewed coffee. While both contain caffeine, it's in different amount and quality," Maura said, the sleepiness in her voice slowly fading. She took a seat on one of the bar-stools and put her mug onto the kitchen counter. Jane had to turn her head to the side so she could see her. "Besides, instant not only tastes awfully, it also contains many compounds and substances that are dangerous to human body, such as preservatives. Studies have shown that it can as well increase the risk of bladder cancer in women, though new researches had proven that theory is doubtful. So, all in all, instant is just a substitute for the real thing."
"And you don't like substitutes?" the detective asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Of course not! Though sometimes, I had to use a substitute because I couldn't get what I really wanted," the doctor muttered the last sentence, but Jane still could hear her. She frowned slightly. Was Maura talking about the previous night? Was it possible that in this case, Jane was just a substitute for someone else Maura had wanted but couldn't get her hands on? "Oh, have you seen my cell phone? Susie was supposed to e-mail me if the lab tests could get the DNA from our suicide victim. I still can't quite understand why such a beautiful young woman as our Jane Doe would want to kill herself, especially with overdoing heroine."
"You think it's a suspicious death?" Jane asked as she turned around and looked through the kitchen counter, instantly spotting the phone. She reached for it and handed it to Maura without another word, since she was still preoccupied forming conspiracy theories about what Maura said just seconds ago.
"You were there when I examined her, you said it yourself that it was a suicide," the doctor pointed out calmly as she took the phone and frowned at it. "And I agree with you, it's a suicide. But I find myself wondering what could have lead to that. You have seen her, she had a very nice bone-structure-… when did I turn my phone off?"
"Don't know," the detective shrugged even though she knew it was only a rhetorical question.
"That's weird, I almost never turn my phone off and I-… oh, shoot…" Maura sighed, looking at her phone with a frown, as if it had just eaten her favorite lab-rat.
"What?" Jane asked with a curious and worried expression on her face. Her back straightened and her shoulders squared, her whole body perked up and her instincts went to overdrive. No matter what, her first instinct was always to protect Maura and she couldn't ignore that even if she wanted to. She knew how to suppress the instinct of self-preservation; however she could never brush the instinct to protect the Medical Examiner off.
"It's Jack. He sent me five text messages last night," the doctor said quietly, looking over them. Jane's shoulders fell and her expression changed to a disappointed one just for a second, before she managed to get her less than cooperative muscles under control. She forced a neutral expression onto her face as she studied the as well neutral expression on her best friend's face.
This wasn't helping the situation. Not only Maura got five text messages from the man she found herself 'wildly attracted to' through one night, but it was also the night where the doctor had slept with her best friend. Besides, she could look neutral and completely calm even if she were in a sea with only three hungry sharks swimming circles around her and even though there normally were some signs that the detective had learned to read, right now there was none that would tell her what was going on inside that big brain of Maura's. So with Jane's nerves and panic kicking in, the detective couldn't read the Medical Examiner's face as well as she normally could and her gut-feeling wasn't working either, due to the nervous spasms in her abdomen.
Maura typed some quick message, then put the cell-phone back onto the kitchen counter. That made Jane frown even more. Maura was a person who could spend hours texting with someone she liked or felt a connection to. As far as Jane knew, the doctor absolutely adored Jack and the presence of the detective had never stopped her from texting or flirting with other people before. Did one night spent together in biblical sense change that?
"Aren't you gonna like, write him a 'good morning essay' instead of an answer or something?" Jane asked, trying to calm herself down with the joke. It worked, slightly, but the spasms were in her stomach as soon as they left when she saw that there wasn't even a slightest indication of a smile on her best friend's face.
"No," the doctor answered. The simplicity of the word made Jane growl.
"That's it? Just an ordinary 'no'?" the detective asked, not able to contain her Italian nature. She turned towards the doctor fully, her voice rising slightly with every word, her hands wildly gesticulating and her eyes wide and shining almost dangerously. "Now you chose not to dwell on the answer, but when I need something fast for the investigation, you have to point out every little thing there is to point out before you tell me what you've got!"
"And what do you want to hear?" the doctor asked, looking Jane straight in the eyes with a complete calmness. She took her coffee mug into her hands, though she didn't take a sip from it. "That I do not write 'good morning essays' or that I don't find it necessary to send him a long message, which would indicate that I'm interested in having a relationship with him when I'm not interested at all?"
"Wait, why are you not interested?"
"Because of the same reason I'm not interested in drinking instant coffee."
"He tastes bad?" Jane asked with her right eyebrow arched in her typical 'really' look.
"I cannot tell you since I've never actually tried it," the doctor said matter-of-factly, shrugging her right shoulder. "But I can tell you that he was merely a substitute."
"Didn't you say that you were 'wildly attracted to him'?" the detective growled out the last part of the sentence, she still couldn't believe that the doctor found the man attractive. Yes, he seemed nice, he did have some kind of a charm and they did have a lot in common, but if Jane were honest, she couldn't picture Jack and Maura together, even though she had said they were perfect for each other. She had only said that for the sake of her best friend's happiness and she still remembered the pain she had felt when she had said those words. "That's not something you say just for fun."
"I know that and yes, I did," Maura admitted, not moving her gaze from Jane's eyes. "But even though I can't lie, I can keep some things to myself. Yes, I did find myself wildly attracted to him. But there is a person who I find myself attracted to more than every human I've ever felt attraction to, combined."
"Who, Ian?" the half-Italian growled out, breaking the eye-contact they shared and looking down onto the kitchen-counter, onto her mug of coffee.
"He had been my biggest interest, once," the doctor nodded her head. The honesty of that statement broke Jane's heart. "But he was only a cup of instant coffee I had drunk before I discovered brewed coffee."
"C'mon, Maura, it's too early for your word games," the detective all but whined with an almost pained expression on her face.
"What I'm saying is that he had been my biggest love interest before I met someone else who took that place and who is far ahead of him when it comes to comparing the attraction I feel for various people," Maura explained in her best 'patient doctor' voice that she used only with Jane and only when she was trying to both keep herself from saying something without thinking it through first, and keep Jane from bursting.
"Oh, so who is this love interest? The Doctor 'How-Are-We-Feeling-Today'? The blue-collar, half-Italian, 'I-wanna-lick-your-face' auto-mechanic? The dead guy who wanted to make you into a statute and call you his master-piece? Because with Jack and Ian out, I don't see any other love interest you could have!"
"That's because you're looking in all the wrong places," the doctor said calmly, with a small smile on her face. She let go of her coffee-mug and got down from the stool making it into quite a show as she moved her body sensually, still looking the detective in the eyes. "All the men you have just listed were various brands of instant coffee I have tried, because I couldn't find a way to drink what I knew would be the most delicious brewed coffee in this world. I could only smell it and it drove me crazy with my inability to get it. So I had to try instant coffee, in false hopes that they would, just maybe, be able to satisfy my thirst. None of them were. But I have finally tasted the brewed coffee I've been craving for years and I'm not going to drink anything else, ever again, so why keep instant in my cupboard when I know I won't be drinking it?"
"What the fuck are you going on about?!" the detective exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air, in the sign of frustration.
Maura took a few steps closer to Jane, so there were only inches separating them. Her hands found the ones of the raven-haired woman and the doctor brought them down, interlocking their fingers together. The detective wouldn't be able to fight back even if she wanted to. The close proximity of Maura's body, the heat radiating from her skin and the sweet, soft, fresh scent that was citrus, vanilla, lavender and simply Maura were intoxicating and she never wanted to let go of those feelings. It was as if Maura's closeness was a drug and Jane was a helpless addict.
"I didn't really care about those men. They all were just substitutes for the real thing, and not very good ones, if I may add," the doctor almost whispered. Neither of them realized they've been leaning closer to each other until they could feel one another's breaths on their lips. A rush of excitement ran through Jane's body when she noticed those gorgeous, darkened, green eyes look at her lips, before gazing back into her eyes. They both licked their lips.
"And who's the real thing?" Jane asked, also in a whisper.
A shudder of excitement and arousal ran down her body when she could feel the word "you" whispered against her lips right before their opened mouth and tongues met in the now familiar, yet so unknown dance of push and pull, give and take, lead and let yourself be led. It was just like their relationship, raw and emotional, yet in complete harmony. They instinctively knew when to take control and when to give it, when to be the aggressive one and when to be submissive.
"So, the real thing, huh?" Jane asked, out of her breath, after the seemingly endless, yet not long enough kiss had ended. "Do I taste as good as the brewed coffee?"
"Well, since we've both just been drinking the brewed coffee, it's only natural that the taste in my mouth is-…" the doctor cut herself short when she saw the look on the detective's face. But then, she smirked a naughty smirk and looked into her best friend's, her lover's and, hopefully, her life partner's chocolate-brown eyes from under her lashes, which gave her naughty, yet innocent look. "Maybe we should do another round of tests. And it should be a complete one, just to make sure that every single inch of your skin tastes even better than the best brewed coffee in this world. But I have a feeling it will take much, much longer than the Sunday we have already agreed on, I hope you don't mind that."
"I don't mind that at all," Jane whispered, leaning forward to capture the doctor's lips with her own.
And their lips were on each other's again, tasting and testing, pushing and pulling, giving and taking, bringing the familiarity of their friendship into the intimate relationship and arousing the other beyond the point of sanity.
Yeah, this is it. The end. Fin. Kaput. Koniec. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Well, see you guys later, maybe, with my next Rizzoli&Isles story, if I'll have enough courage to post it! Until then, bye!