Title: Truth Love Dare
Category: TV Shows » Rizzoli & Isles
Author: Alwaysbringback-up
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Drama/Angst/Friendship
Truth Love Dare
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the R&I universe. All characters belong to Janet Tamaro. I promise that my writing is done purely for recreational purposes only. No ill harm is intended.
A/N: Here's the chapter I assume you've all been waiting for. I would like to respond to a review that I got. I guess I just assumed that men would be throwing numbers at Maura regardless of what the blonde does. And Jane and Maura hadn't had a whole lot of contact yet at that point.
**Trigger Warning.** This chapter really is rated M! So if you don't want to read, then skip this chapter!
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"Jane," Jane can scarcely hear Maura say over the music, "Jane, honey, your muscles are so tight. You need to loosen up a little bit, and at least try to look like you're having a good time."
"I am trying," Jane can't help but retort irritably.
"Jane," Maura says in her typical sweet but stern tone of voice. "If you're going to make it look like we're together, you're going to have to touch me."
Jane wants to snap at her best friend that she can't touch the beautiful M.E. like that, but she can't bring herself to speak the words. Because the truth is that Jane wants to touch the beautiful woman so badly. But she's afraid that if she does, that she'll get carried away and won't be able to stop.
"She's right, Janie," Jane hears Frankie say through her earpiece, and Jane suddenly wants nothing more than to curse him out. She knows he's watching from nearby. He must be.
Why does no one seem to understand why it is so difficult for her? Jane absolutely adores Maura, and the fact of the matter is that Jane wants to kiss the honey brunette senseless. She knows it sounds childish and perhaps a little bit petty, but Jane wants to punish Maura for making her do this in the first place. Why her best friend volunteered to do this, Jane has no idea, but she wants the perfect woman to rue the day that she ever did so.
Jane's breath hitches as she suddenly feels Maura's hands on her hips. And when she looks up to catch the mischievous look in Maura's eyes, she dies a little inside. God, Maura looks so beautiful when she smiles like that. The corners of Maura's eyes are crinkled as her smile widens.
"Do you trust me?" Jane hears her ask over the music. Jane swallows hard as she notices the way Maura is undulating her hips in perfect time to the music. Jane had no idea that the doctor could dance like that, and if she had known, well… Jane never would have been able to hold out on touching her for this long. "Jane," Jane hears her best friend repeat. "Do you trust me?"
"What kind of question is that?" Jane replies somewhat evasively. "Of course I trust you, Maur."
"Then work with me a little, Jane," Jane can hear her friend speak as she urges the detective to follow her lead. Jane starts to respond to the pressure of Maura's hands on her hips, and slowly starts moving her hips back and forth, in response to the pressure of Maura's hands that waxes and wanes in time to the beat.
In a heartbeat, Maura's suddenly closer, and Jane can feel the blonde slip her thigh between her legs. She can't stop the moan from escaping as Maura presses her thigh upwards. Through her jeans Jane can feel the delicious pressure of Maura's thigh against her clit, and she is suddenly desperate for more.
Once upon a time they would have been able to stand in close proximity, perhaps even touch, without noticing any discomfort or tension between them whatsoever. But those days were long gone. Now, Maura can scarcely breath when Jane is in the same room with her.
Whenever Jane brushes her arm, or stands too close to her, Maura's body begins to thrum and tingle in eager anticipation.
It is hard to fathom, but Maura feels as if she couldn't possibly want Jane any more than she does in this moment. And yet somehow, the word want doesn't even begin to convey the depth of feelings that Maura has for the brunette.
Somehow, they have fallen into a sort of gray area, where they both realize they have feelings for one another, but at the same time refuse to ever admit to them out loud or (heaven forbid) address them. Maura suspects that they could spend an eternity denying the truth unless something prompts them to do otherwise. Maybe this was that thing…
Jane tries to keep her heart from thundering wildly as she realizes for the first time that she has the advantage. Because she is taller, she can see the older woman's cleavage beneath the tight fabric of Maura's designer dress. Jane gulps, fighting the flush overtaking her cheeks, and squeezes her eyes shut for a long moment out of sheer embarrassment.
Jane suddenly feels heat building between her and Maura, and a shiver works its way up her spine. For a moment, Jane thinks she is imagining it. Her brain tries to tell her how close Maura must be standing to her, for Jane to feel the heat mingling between their bodies. With a gasp, Jane feels hands wrap around her lower back tightly, almost possessively, pulling her closer. She finds it hard to breathe when she feels her hips pressed against what she can only assume is Maura. Slowly, ever so slowly, Jane feels Maura's warm hands slide up her body.
Without warning, Jane opens her eyes, and breath leaves her lungs in a rush, as her eyes confirm what her body has already discerned. Maura is only inches from her now.
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
I dare you
Is it true that you love me?
I dare you to kiss me
With everyone watching
It's truth or dare on the dancefloor
Alarm bells start going off in Jane's head, but she can't bring herself to do anything.
Maura leans in, and...
Initially, Maura's lips brush against Jane's lightly, so lightly in fact that Jane isn't entirely sure they actually touched, but then Maura's lips begin to press against hers hungrily. Jane lets out a moan, the music and their surroundings lost on them now.
Maura is suddenly kissing her harder, and more urgently. The beautiful honey brunette is desperate to touch and be touched. Jane slides her hands down and grabs Maura's hips, manipulating the blonde so that the doctor's thigh, which is still nestled between Jane's, presses harder against her center. Jane lets out another moan as Maura kisses her way along Jane's jaw and relocates her attention to the crook of Jane's neck, biting and sucking at the muscular column of Jane's neck.
"Maura," Jane breathes, her voice pleading, "Maur, oh god. Please." In response, Maura lets out a noise akin to a growl that makes her intentions quite clear. She doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon.
Jane suddenly feels impatient. She wants Maura's mouth back. She wants to kiss her best friend. She wants to drive the blonde crazy. Lips meet again in an all consuming kiss.
Jane delves her tongue deeper into Maura's mouth, exploring all of her most intimate contours as she does so. Neither one of them have ever experienced such raw desire. They feel it shoot straight through them, almost as if it were a chill on a cool evening… Both feel nearly paralyzed as the shiver works its way down their spines. Maura is more than successful in igniting Jane's need for her.
As their mouths clash against one another, over and over again, Maura feels a heat begin to build in the pit of her stomach. She moves against Jane again, hearing the brunette give a needy moan in the depths of her throat. Maura's tongue continues to duel with Jane's, exploring the textures of the brunette's deliciously warm, hot mouth. She feels like she is catching on fire, as a heat begins to spread its way from her core to her extremities, warming everything along the way.
The slow crackle of a fire that was there in the beginning has since become something so much more…now a raging inferno, a burning only barely tolerable to both of them. Jane watches in absolute amazement as Maura's chest heaves up and down in a desperate attempt to return the oxygen to her lungs that Jane has stolen from her. And then the kiss breaks.
"God, Jane," Maura whisperes a moment later.
"You said you'd kissed a woman before," Jane teases breathlessly, "But have you ever been kissed like that?"
"No."
Maura, lost in the intensity of her feelings begins to grab at the fabric of Jane's sweater. But then realizes her error, and trails her hands up to tangle in the ebony curls at the back of Jane's neck. Her arms seem to act of their own accord as she pulls them tighter around Jane's neck and pulls the brunette into her…so close even that she can feel Jane's rock hard abdomen against her body. She can even feel Jane's heartbeat against her own.
Of all the millions on the planet
You're the one who's keeping me on it
You know I like you, ain't nobody's business
Your brown Italian eyes are my witness
It's just the nature, a game
Get ready, we'll do it again
Is it true that you love me?
I dare you to kiss me
With everyone watching
It's truth or dare on the dancefloor
Is it true that you love me?
I dare you to kiss me
I dare you to touch me
It's truth or dare on the dancefloor
"Jane," she hears Frankie's voice crackle in her ear. "You've got incoming. Someone has made you. It's Marissa." As soon as the words sink in, she freezes and pulls away, drawing away from Maura's hands. Damn, the way Maura is touching her is maddening...arousing to say the least. She still feels Maura's thigh pressing against her center and for a moment she feels like she might die if Maura never touches her like this again.
"Fuck," Jane can only breathe as she rakes her eyes over the crowd until her eyes fall on someone she knows all too well, her neighbor. Maura looks at her, and her brows knit in confusion. Instantly, Maura looks sheepish, as if she fears she's done something wrong.
What if Jane regretted kissing her? What if she'd crossed the line, and it was irrevocable?
Finally, she is able to gather up the courage to ask. "Jane, what is it?"
"We've got to hide," Jane says as an explanation, and quickly grabs Maura's hand. "Come on," she orders as she tugs on the perfectly manicured hand enveloped in hers.
Maura looks bewildered for a moment, but complies, following close on Jane's heels. Together, they weave in and out of dancing pairs, jostling several others as they struggle to get off the dance floor.
"She's seen you, Janie," Frankie says into his microphone. "And she's following. I'll try and run interference, but try and make yourself scarce."
Jane is so determined to reach her destination that she doesn't see the wide shouldered, muscular body in their way until it's too late. Maura watches in horror as the tall lanky brunette collides full on with an attractive muscular individual beholden with symmetrical features.
If she'd had any more room in her thoughts for anyone other than Jane she might have considered taking him home. But after the ineffable kiss she'd shared with Jane, she no longer has eyes for anyone else. In some ways that scares the hell out of her, but at the same time she knows that she can't help how she feels. There's no turning back now.
Maura almost cries out as his drink spills all over his hand, and splatters onto Jane's shoes. Maura takes a long deep look at him, noting his description in case it is needed later. He's tall, has dark brown, short cut hair, and deep blue eyes. He's good looking, mainly because he has a chiseled square jaw, which is even more disarming when he's smiling.
"Oh crap!" Jane exclaims, her eyes darting to his face as she takes a step back. Maura almost runs into her, but manages to skid to a stop, her heels scraping against the floor. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Janie," she hears Frankie mutter urgently. "What's the hold up? Hurry your ass up, for crying out loud! Marissa is gaining on you."
"It's okay, beautiful," the man smiles, in a languidly southern drawl. He must not be from around Boston. "It was worth running into you, just to get a chance to talk to you." Jane smiles at him warmly, as if she is hanging on his every word, and Maura suddenly can't seem to swallow. There is something lodged in her throat. "Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady? I'm Jeff."
"Oh!" Jane pretends to be surprised, "I…I'm flattered. I really am." Jane swallows hard as she feels Maura's arms wrap around her midsection from behind, as if to help Jane's coming words. "But I…" she stutters as her heart speeds up exponentially.
God, Maura is driving her crazy. She can feel the little puffs of air on her neck, as the honey brunette exhales, not to mention, the heat from the honey brunette's body against her back.
"We…"
"Oh," she watches him flush a deep shade of red, as his eyes suddenly fall on Maura, and then he laughs. "Doesn't that just figure," he jokes, "You're… You're…" Jane decides to help him out.
"With her, yes," Jane stresses the word her. "And we're quite happy." She forces herself to send a quick look at Maura, who suddenly looks as if she is about to run. "Now if you'll excuse us." He shoots Jane a small smile, and steps back.
"Have a good evening," he says to them as he watches them dart away and make their way briskly for the bathroom.
Maura follows closely, as Jane urges them to move faster.
"Shit," Jane can only swear, "There's a line." Jane looks at the several people waiting for the bathroom, and decides to throw caution to the wind. "Ah, fuck it," Jane cries out in exasperation as she moves to walk right by them.
"Hey!" Maura hears someone protest. But whomever it is that protests, snaps their mouth closed the moment that Jane shoots them a glare.
"Jane," Maura calls out, as she watches the brunette wrench open the door. Before she can mutter another word, Jane is pulling her inside, and shutting the door. Maura watches as Jane looks for a way to barricade the door.
"On the counter," Jane orders, as her hands slide a wastebasket in front of the door.
"Jane," Maura's voice cracked, "What are you…"
"Sit on the counter," Jane orders again, this time more emphatically. "We're going to have to play this just right."
"No," Maura finds herself protesting, "Do you have any idea how many bacteria there are on average on the bathroom counter? There are 452 per square inch, Jane." Jane can't stop herself from letting out an impatient growl. Maura opens her mouth to continue telling Jane about the different kinds of bacteria that flourish in the bathroom, but is cut off as Jane reaches forwards to brush several errant strands of hair behind Maura's ear.
And then Jane leans forwards, and is husking into her ear. "You're going to have to work with me, Maura," Jane speaks in a perfect imitation of Maura's earlier command.
And Maura violently shudders, her body overtaken with tremors as Jane suddenly sucks her ear lobe into her mouth. Maura's breath hitches in her throat, and she can't stop the moan that follows as Jane's lips suddenly press against the hollow behind her ear. It takes all of her self-control not to fall to the floor in a puddle at Jane's feet. And yet, all the self-control in the world cannot stop a puddle of molten heat from gathering between her legs when Jane's lips and tongue start sucking on the pulse point of her neck. A hiss of air escapes as Maura feels Jane's teeth scrape against the smooth muscular column of her neck. But before the pain can settle in, the brunette is soothing the sting away with her tongue.
"Oh, god," Maura moans as she reaches up to grab Jane's shoulders. And then the beautiful woman Jane adores is pulling her closer. Jane's heart clenches painfully as she realizes that she may not ever have an excuse to touch Maura like this again.
For a moment, Jane weighs her options. She has to decide if she can do this, and I mean if she can actually do this. And then as she hears Frankie, Frost, and Korsak chatter back and forth in her ear about the woman currently looking for her, she suddenly realizes that she has to.
Jane's hands latch onto Maura's hips, and with a tug of lean, muscular arms, she is pulling Maura flush against her. In a quick instant, one of her hands slips around to the small of Maura's back, pulling her just a little harder against her own body, and she can feel the smooth soft fabric of Maura's designer dress against her fingertips. For a breath of a moment, she wishes that all she felt were skin, but then she forces herself to act.
Maura's lips are only a couple of inches from hers now. And when Jane sees the way that Maura's pupils are dilated, almost blown, she realizes that she might not be the only one who wants things to progress further.
Maura can feel Jane's warm breath on her cheek, and she wants nothing more than to close the distance herself. And yet, she doesn't want to push it. She knows that she needs to let Jane take the lead. Just as suddenly, a gasp is falling from her lips as Jane's hand slowly slides up her back.
It is agony, as she waits for Jane's hand to reach its final destination.
Even through the fabric of her dress Maura can feel the tactile pressure receptors along her spine come to life. And then Jane's hand is wrapping around her neck. She can vaguely feel Jane's thumb move up and down as Jane exercises just enough control to pull Maura toward her. At first soft lips just graze each other, but then, in a single breath it inexorably intensifies. Jane gasps as nails suddenly dig into her shoulders as Maura holds on for dear life. Chests heave up and down as they both struggle to breathe and their bodies are left to grapple with one another. Suddenly, even the smallest space between their bodies seems too much.
'Closer,' Maura can only think, 'I have to get closer.'
Maura pushes up with her toes, her supple body rising. Chests brush together as mouths clash against one another again and again. Hot, yearning filled kisses are exchanged. They are soft, deep, and yet they all have an edge to them as well.
For Jane, it feels like just how she's imagined it would be, only better. Maura's gloss covered lips are so soft, and so incredibly sweet. They respond to Jane's just as hungrily as hers, and breaths became ragged as they begin to fight for control. The electricity and fire that has always been between them comes to life as their bodies finally come together. It's love, and it is raw desire and passion spilling out into every touch and caress.
Jane's hands are suddenly in Maura's hair exploring the soft curls that she's only ever dreamt about touching. It is undeniably soft, wavy hair that smells so good. Jane has wanted to run her hands through it so many times over the last three years, but she's never let herself steal more than a fleeting touch. And now? God, it feels perfect running through her fingers. Maura can't help the moan that spills out as Jane's fingers massage her scalp, and then tug at her hair.
Maura battles for dominance, wanting to taste the salty skin of Jane's neck and shoulders herself. Jane hisses as Maura's tongue darts out to taste and tease. She bites down hard on the skin at the base of Jane's neck, her perfect teeth breaking the skin. She wants to leave a mark as some kind of later proof that this actually happened. Jane's eyes flutter closed as she lets herself get lost in the sensation of Maura's lips on her skin.
The sounds of their ragged breathing fill the bathroom.
"Jane," Jane's eyes open wide, as she suddenly hears Korsak's voice through her earpiece. It jolts her back to reality. "Jane, I know that my voice is the last thing you want to hear right now. But you might want to turn off your mic, partner."
"Fuck," Jane whispers breathlessly, reaching down to her hip to turn off the microphone. A part of her knew that Frost and Korsak were probably listening, but they have no right… NO right whatsoever to take this moment from her.
As soon as the mic is off, Jane reaches for Maura's hips possessively, afraid that if she doesn't hold on to the blonde, that she'll disappear. And Jane feels safe, loved, as Maura's arms come up to wrap themselves around her neck. Jane pulls Maura closer, as she too tries to get closer to the amazingly perfect M.E. God, she loves this woman. She's in love with this woman, and that scares the ever-loving crap out of her.
Jane can hardly breathe as Maura's tongue forces its way back into her mouth, to spar with hers. The honey brunette is suddenly aggressive in the pressure she applies, as her need becomes that much greater. Jane kisses her back. Oh God, she kisses her back. Jane loves her, and he couldn't help but moan with the pleasure of it all.
Maura's back strikes the countertop, and a moan of displeasure slips past her lips at the disruption. She's gasping for breath, desperately trying to replace the air in her lungs that Jane is stealing. Jane makes her head spin. Just with a few touches, Jane makes her body feels like it is on fire. She is desperate for more, and she never wants it to stop.
God, Jane knows just how to touch her. Everywhere Jane's hands run over her body, feels like its on fire.
Maura shakes her head, and smiles into the kiss as feelings of slight amusement take over. Of course she should have known it would be this good. She'd be lying if she said that she never once contemplated Jane's ability as a lover, but as Jane touches her and worships her body she realizes that she had no idea. She moans again as Jane slides her hands down her body, slipping around to slide up and down against the base of her back. Jane's fingers trail their way up and down her spine, sending violent shivers rocketing up Maura's spine, giving the blonde's brain even more fuel for her rocketing desire. She can hardly bare the anticipation. As her body reacts to the arousal, the touches, her hips buck forwards and she's grinding against Jane's thigh. She can't seem to catch a breath as Jane slides her hands down to squeeze her muscular backside, before ultimately continuing down to her thighs.
Jane picks up Maura's body without missing a single beat. And with an extra tug of Jane's arms and hands, she slides forwards, and the juncture between her legs collides with Jane's waist just so. Both moan loudly into another kiss before they both gasp for air.
Maura's legs wrap around Jane's backside, as the furious exchange of kisses continues. She shifts slightly, pushing herself harder against Jane's tightening abdominal muscles as she seeks even more closeness. Jane deposits Maura on the countertop, and this time, the brilliant doctor doesn't protest. The only pang she feels is that of longing as space opens up between her and Jane.
In a second, the foot of space that had opens up between them is already closed again as Jane pushes her legs against the countertop. She settles herself between Maura's legs. Jane kisses her again, as Maura's legs wrap themselves around Jane, encircling the tall brunette and encouraging Jane to come closer at the same time.
Jane's hands enmesh themselves in Maura's soft wavy brown hair once more, holding on so that she can draw her lips over Maura's again and again. Maura is gasping now, moaning loudly without restraint, and the sounds coming from her do wonders to encourage Jane, and give incentive to the detective to continue on.
Jane's hands venture down to Maura's beautiful breasts, the need to touch them becoming too much.
"God, Maur," Jane can only moan, as Maura's back arches of its own volition, as she tries to increase the pressure of Jane's touch against her. Jane weighs them in her hands for a long moment before giving them a squeeze. Maura's head falls back against the mirror, her body temporarily seizing in pleasure.
Maura can't help but cry out as Jane's mouth is suddenly over her tightening nipple. Even through the fabric of her designer dress, tongue and mouth are so warm around her it feels like molten lava. Her hands are suddenly in Jane's unruly hair as she tries to hold her lover there, never wanting the brunette to stop.
Impulsively Maura decides she wants Jane back. She wants to kiss that magnificent mouth of Jane's, and so now she's tugging, trying to direct Jane's mouth back upwards. Finally, Jane kisses her way back up Maura's chest, and Maura squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on the plethora of sensations that the detective can instill with a single kiss as Jane trails her hot, wet mouth over the hollow of her collarbone and tastes her. Her eyes flicker open as Jane's lips finally find hers, and she's kissing her friend back as if her life depends on it. They kiss for a long moment, chests bobbing up and down.
"Don't stop," Maura begs, as Jane feels a pang of guilt and starts to pull her hands away.
She never once thought that she'd be taking advantage of her best friend in this way. And it kills her a little that it's happening this way. Maura deserves better than this.
"No," Maura whimpers aloud. "Touch me," the plea slips from Maura's lips, and Jane pulls back as if burned. For a heart stopping moment eyes lock, and neither one of them can breathe.
"I…I can't," Jane rasps, her low husky, and breathless alto filling the bathroom. The urgency and need to keep their cover is the only thing that kept Jane going this long. Or rather, it's what she would like to think kept her going. "Maur, I can't do this."
"Why not, Jane?" Maura asks, her voice thick with desire. My god, the sound of Maura's voice alone is enough to send another shock of arousal coursing through her. She can feel the familiar twinge in her lower abdomen, the raging inferno only building. She's never wanted someone so badly.
"I can't fake this," Jane confessed. "I know that's what you're doing, but I can't…I can't fake this Maura, I…I'm either all in, or I'm not."
"Then don't fake it," Maura says earnestly. "Just touch me, Jane. Touch me," Maura orders, her eyes the most vivid green and amber that Jane can ever remember them being. And yet, her pupils look blown, black with desire. Maura's fingers suddenly weave with Jane's as the brunette gives Jane's hand an encouraging squeeze. And then she's directing Jane's hand downwards, towards the bottom of her dress, where fabric ends and flawless skin begins.
In another heartbeat, Jane is plunging back in. She's going all in.
She suddenly wants Maura to feel her love for her. Hell, she'll do anything to prove her love for Maura.
Maura's hips rise to meet Jane, as the tall woman bends forward, causing their bodies to meet in the middle of the minute space between them. She uses the friction to quell her own burning desire. She's so turned on already, and her abdomen is throbbing with unrelenting need. Luckily, she's not the only one. Jane begins to crave her body so much that she pulls her body closer to Maura so that her entire body begins to rub along hers. They both let out a long deep moan at the same time. Then, Jane starts hiking up the skirt of Maura's designer dress, pulling up the fabric so that Maura can spread herself open wider. Jane's fingers trail along the sheer fabric of Maura's nylons, but then, her fingers encounter bare skin where the article cuts off mid thigh.
"Jane," Maura's plea grows more urgent as she feels Jane's hand suddenly slip underneath the fabric, and then they're running up her thigh towards her center. "Jane, Please," Maura's breath hitches. She can't breathe as Jane's fingertips brush the inside of her thigh. Then fingertips are dancing over her hips. A gentle tug, and the lacy fabric of her panties is sliding down her legs, fingertips trailing along her skin in their wake. In seconds, Jane is crouching, drawing her lacy black panties down her leg and over her heels. Maura watches seemingly transfixed as Jane slips them into her pocket.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Jane asks finally. She can't bring herself to look at Maura for a long moment.
"Yes," Maura replies, when Jane finally does. "I'm sure, Jane."
Maura can scarcely breath as Jane's lips dive and crash hungrily against hers. This time the touches and kisses are much more urgent, heartfelt, and Maura no longer has any coherent thought.
"Holy mother of god," Jane hisses as fingers encounter Maura's center, and the pool of moisture gathered there. "You're soaked." Jane's eyes hold Maura's for a heart stopping moment. Maura can tell that Jane is shocked, surprised to feel the evidence and degree of Maura's arousal. "Did I do this to you?" Jane asks aloud, her heart clenching painfully in her chest. And Maura can't manage an answer, so she finally just nods.
"Please, Jane, would you just…" Maura whimpers as Jane's fingers finally slide into molten heat, pushing deep inside her. Maura's head falls back against the mirror, and she clenches her jaw, as she feels Jane's fingers curl inside her. Maura's body arches as she tries to push Jane's fingers deeper inside.
Jane can't believe the sounds coming from Maura's mouth as she presses against the rough spot deep inside of her lover. God, she's imagined this so many times. But nothing...absolutely nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it. The truth is, fantasy is nothing like reality.
"Oh, god," Maura's labored breaths come in pants, as Jane's thumb circles her clit in perfect time to her thrusting fingers. A hiss of oxygen falls from parted lips as Jane adds another finger. The delicious stretch of her inner walls brings the blonde closer to orgasm, but she holds on, never wanting it to end. Her thighs begin to tremble as she fights it in every way she knows how. She can feel Jane kissing her neck, can smell Jane and it's so pleasurable it's painful.
"Let go," Jane whispers in her ear. "Come for me, Maura." Maura just shakes her head. Tears start to build in the blonde's eyes as she realizes just how much she loves Jane. "God, you're so beautiful," Jane's voice continues to husk in her ear.
"Open your eyes, Maur," Jane begs. She can tell that her best friend is close, incredibly close to orgasm. All the muscles in Maura's body tighten, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment. Jane can only steal another kiss from her lover as she runs her thumb over Maura's swollen clit. The only thing Maura can do is let out a non-committal noise in the back of her throat. She's not sure she can hold it together if she opens her eyes…. if she sees the things Jane is doing to her.
"Come on, Maura," Jane commands in her signature rasp, "I want to see your eyes when you come apart for me. Please." Jane is unprepared for when Maura's eyes finally spring open. They are stunning, the light and darkness swirling around them in a sort of mesmerizing pattern.
"God, Maur," Jane moans as Maura nearly takes her breath away, "You're almost there, sweetheart. Let go. Let go for me." Jane whispers before kissing her with a renewed fervor.
Jane's own mind becomes foggy as she pushes her fingers deep into Maura. She is close just from watching Maura, from feeling the amazing woman respond to her touches. Spurred on by Maura's moans, Jane begins to thrust harder and faster into Maura's center, spurts of breath coming from between her own lips with the effort. Jane's eyes never leave Maura's vibrant hazel eyes.
Maura battles the urge to cry. It has been so long since she's been touched like this. She's wanted it so badly. And to have the woman she loves touching her like this means so much more than words can ever express.
Maura tries so very hard to keep her eyes open, but as she nears the edge she finds it so much harder to do.
"You have no idea how many times I've imagined doing this," Jane confesses aloud and that is the thing that finally tips the scales. Maura can't hold back the cry as she is catapulted over the edge, with one last flick of Jane's thumb. "You feel so good around my fingers, Maura. I only wish I had been able to use my mouth."
"God, Jane I think that I'm…" those are the only six words that make it through Maura lips before she is screaming out Jane's name in the throes of one of the most powerful orgasms she's ever had.
Maura squeezes her eyes shut tight as her orgasm crashes into her with full force. However, before Jane can reprimand her, Maura's eyes shoot back open. To see Maura's eyes and the emotion in them as the doctor finally comes apart is the only gift that Jane ever needs or wants. She will always remember the feel of Maura's walls clenching hard around her fingers, as the blonde rides the waves of pleasure.
The way the blonde speaks her name as she comes down from her climax, nearly has Jane coming apart herself.
Jane holds Maura close as the blonde suddenly pulls her in closer. For a long moment the two bodies melt together as if they are one, with Maura's head resting on Jane's shoulder.
"Oh, Jane," Maura whispers as she burrows her face into the crook of Jane's neck, tears falling from her eyes. She breathes in Jane's scent, and in that moment, with Jane cradling her against her body, she feels complete. She doesn't even realize that Jane's fingers are still inside of her until Jane starts pulling them out.
"No. Don't," Maura pleads, as she latches onto Jane's wrist. "Stay."
"We can't stay like this, Maur," Jane finally breathes. "But oh how I want to." Even though she says that they can't possibly stay in their exposed position for long, she humors Maura, keeping her fingers inside of the blonde for a little while longer.
She hears Maura whimper as fingers start to slide out of her swollen sex.
"You okay?" Jane asks softly as she kisses Maura's temple. It takes Maura a minute, but she nods. Jane just holds her, letting the honey brunette come down from the oxytocin high of her orgasm. Periodically, she can feel slight tremors work their way through Maura's body.
"Jane," she hears Frankie say over and over. "All clear. I repeat. You're in the clear. You can come out now. That is…if you and Maura aren't otherwise engaged."
Carefully, so as to not jostle the blonde in her arms, she reaches down to switch on her microphone.
"I hear you, Frankie," she speaks aloud into her microphone. "We'll be out in a minute. You guys see anything?"
"Nope," she hears Korsak respond. "Not a thing. We're calling it a night. You guys can head home."
"Gotcha," Jane says after clearing her throat. Slowly, she feels Maura pull away from her and sit up. Jane tries to ignore the sudden pain in her chest, and looks away. "Korsak says he's calling it. We can go home," she announces to Maura. Maura looks crestfallen for a moment.
Jane, wanting to know how Maura tastes, lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks the blonde's juices from them. And god, the blonde tastes amazing. If only Jane had been able to use her mouth.
At the same time, Maura can scarcely believe it as she watches Jane lick her fingers. All she can think about is how sexy it is.
And then a horrifying thought comes to the both of them. What if this was the first and last time they ever kissed...touched like this? Maura and Jane both feel like they might die, if they never get to experience this again.
"Come on," Jane says finally. "I'll take you home. You think you can stand?" Maura nods and Jane steps back, watching the usually put together M.E. slowly shimmy towards the edge of the counter and stand. Jane grabs the blonde's hand and leads her out the door. Together they walk by Frankie, who is observing them closely, and head towards the door.
It isn't until they are out of the club, walking back to their car, that Maura speaks.
"Jane," Maura's tremulous voice fills the air around them. They can still hear the music in the club faintly, as they amble down the sidewalk. "Talk to me. You haven't said a single word to me since we left the bathroom. What's going on?"
"Nothing," Jane tries to reply.
"Nothing?" Maura says incredulously. "Do you honestly think I'm stupid enough to believe that? Really, Jane?"
"I'm mad, okay?!" Jane finally shouts as she comes to a stop near her car. Jane kicks herself as she sees the hurt on Maura's face.
"You're mad at me?" Maura asks.
"What? No!" Jane replies feeling horrified. "How could I be mad at you? You didn't do anything wrong!"
"Then explain it to me," Maura implores Jane. "Because I just don't understand."
"I'm mad because I couldn't control myself," Jane hisses. "I fucked you in a freaking public bathroom, Maura. And you deserve so much better. God, you deserve so much better than me…"
"I seem to remember begging you not to stop, Jane," Maura argues. "So whatever this is? It's not on you. I wanted you too."
Jane can't say anything, and so she just continues walking to the car. Part of her wishes that she could just pretend tonight didn't happen. Because now things were so fucking complicated. God, why couldn't she just control herself? Would it really have killed her to exercise a little bit of control?
She's angry at herself for using the word. They didn't "fuck." At least for Jane it wasn't about gratification. It was about love. It was about making Maura feel loved.
"You can't just ignore what happened between us, Jane," Maura calls out finally as she starts to follow.
"Let's just go, Maura," Jane orders.
"No!" Maura replies stubbornly. "Not until we talk this out." She hears Jane let out a growl as the brunette wrenches open the driver's side door of her car.
"Now isn't the time, Maur," Jane says forcefully. "Get in the car!"
"Oh, this is great! Are you two having a lover's quarrel?" Both of them turn towards the voice at the same time. Jane would know that drawl anywhere. And she kicks herself, because she should have noticed that they were being followed, but she was too wrapped up in her own feelings.
Maura's eyes fall onto the man that spilled his drink on Jane, and a bad feeling settles in her stomach. She's torn with indecision.
"What the fuck are you playing at?" Jane cusses aloud. "Go away. What happened between her and I is none of your fucking business."
"Oh, I beg to differ," he replies as he reaches into his sweatshirt pocket.
Jane bends down to pull the gun from her ankle holster, but hesitates. That hesitation is all that is needed, for everything to go to straight to hell.
Maura watches in horror as the man's hand emerges from his pocket with a glock handgun. She is frozen in fear as Jeff, if that really is his name, squeezes the trigger. Twice.
"Jane!" Maura's horrified scream fills the air around them as two loud pops fill the air. Jane slams back against the open car door, and falls to the pavement. The lanky brunette grasps for something to hold her up as she falls, but can't find purchase. She hits the ground hard, and then she's completely still.
A/N: So I left you with one hell of a cliffy. Please review and tell me what you thought of this steamy chapter!