So... Here's the first part of the morning after. Just a short fluffy-sexy moment.

Jane's POV

Enjoy


I started to wake up with the feeling of soft lips kissing my shoulder blade and delicate fingers running through my hair. I didn't want to open my eyes yet so I simply remained there, enjoying the sensations as I tightened my hold around her, losing myself in her incredible scent.

A scent that brought back a storm of sensations and feelings.

Ghosts of touches and kisses, followed by deep moans and whimpers all wrapped up in a bubble made of passion and... love.

"Jane?" That voice sounded more distant than what it really was, probably because I was still in my half sleep state.
When I heard it again, whispering gently my name, I didn't miss the humorous tone used.

"Mmm?" My response, if it could be called like that, was muffled by my pillow as I cuddled further against her, suddenly realizing how soft and warm she was.

The kisses continued down my back, following my spine. "Jane, honey would you scoot over a little?"

I groaned when one hand tried to move me away from my currently very comfy position. "Mmm... But you are so soft and warm, Maura." I whined, my voice still muffled and so very raspy with sleep.

She kissed me on the corner of my mouth and I could smell the freshness of mint in her breath. When I sighed in content she chuckled softly. "Well, then maybe you will prefer the idea of holding me instead of my pillow..."

Hearing that my eyes snapped completely open and when they finally focused, I realized that I was indeed embracing a pillow. I looked briefly around ther room, taking in the surrounding that seemed so very familiar but at the same time very foreign from the angle where I was.

From my position I could see a weak dark blue light coming throught the window, it wasn't morning yet, or at least it wasn't morning for me since waking up at 5:30 am was like waking up in the middle of the night, but Maura was used to a different routine.

When I raised my eyes to look at Maura, I saw her smiling so sweetly at me that even if I was still half asleep I couldn't help but starting to feel that familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach that hit me every time I looked at her, just this time, it was a thousands times stronger.

She was sit on the edge of the bed, a very toned leg bent at her knee rested on top of the sheets and seeing so much creamy skin exposed, I couldn't help but reach out a hand and run my fingertips over the soft and warm skin of her thigh.

I felt Maura shiver at the touch and when I looked up at her again, I saw that she was wearing one of my old BPD gray sweatshirt, one that I had left at her place for our occasional sleepover. The sight made my heart flutter inside of my chest and I felt a very sleepy smile forming over my face.

Maura blushed after a few seconds of my staring and diverted her gaze. "I-I needed to go to the bathroom and I couldn't find my robe..." She played with the sleeve of the sweatshirt as she talked.

She is so cute when she's blushing.

My smile was now in full force, reaching my eyes and making my cheeks hurts. "It looks so much better on you." It was true, even if I had always suspected that if Maura was going to wear a potato sack, she would always be the most beautiful and classy woman that I have ever met. But now, for how much I enjoyed seeing her in my clothes, I knew what was hiding under that layer of cotton and polyester. And hiding such a breathtaking sight was a real crime against Mother Nature. And I really didn't want to offend her.

"But I think you'll look even better without it.." I smirked up at her as my fingers kept running over the smooth skin of her thigh.

Without breaking eye contact, Maura crossed her arms over the sweatshirt grabbing the hem of it and pulling it over her head in a slow, sexy movement.

I watched fascinated as her magnificent breasts were revealed in all their glory, bouncing slightly when they encountered a bit of resistance on the shirt. Her hair fell in perfect order over her shoulders and back, making her look like a goddess enlighten by the weak first morning's light.

"You're so beautiful Maura." My voice sounded huskier than usual because of the fact that I was barely awake but especially because of the vision in front of me.

The timid smile that I received, colored with a light blush was a new look on Maura's features, and I loved how she looked like this.

My hand had a mind of its own and continued the exploration on every inch of new exposed creamy skin, running on her flat abdomen, up to her side until I reached the curve of her breast.

At the contact Maura's breath hitched and when my thumb caressed the sensitive bud of her nipple, I heard a deep moan coming from her as she arched towards my touch asking for more.

Her reaction elicited a groan from me.

I pulled her on the bed and she didn't waste time as she straddle my waist, kissing and nibbing my neck while my hands were now massaging her thighs trying to bring her center closer to me. She started grinding against my lower abdomen and I could feel the thin material of her lace underwear rub delicately over my skin, a reminder that she wasn't yet naked and that the offending garment needed to be taken off.

Her moans and whimpers against my ear were so very distracting and at the same time so damn arousing that I could feel my core pulsing with need.

When she reached my jaw with her lips I smelled again the freshness of her breath.

"M-Maura w-wait.." I hated to stop her and I didn't even know where I had found the strengh to, but a visit to the bathroom before things could continue was in order.

She pulled away from my neck meeting my gaze with a confused expression and her head tilted slightly on the side.
"I'm sorry Jane... Did I do something wrong?" God, how can she look so damn sexy and so cute at the same time?

I put one hand over my mouth before speaking. "Oh God, no Maura.. I don't think that there is a thing in all the world that you could do wrong." She pursed her lips adopting that usual expression that she always had when she was deep in thought, it made me laugh through my hand.

"I just need to go to the bathroom Maura. I promise I will be back in a minute." Like if a could really stay away from her for more than a minute now that I had her naked in bed.

She dismounted my waist but not before grinding slowly her center one last time against my abs and giving me a bite on the neck. "Ugh Maura! You're making it harder!"

She laughed out loud at that. "Well, detective... That was really wasted. If you were a man it would have been perfect though."

I suppressed a chuckle and when I stood from the bed I turned around, bending a little so I could whisper in her ear. "I certainly don't need that to have you scream my name, Doctor Isles...Do I?"

I concluded my sentence with a soft bite on her earlobe, hearing her moan my name.

When I leaned back and saw her eyes shining with the characteristic flame of lust and desire. I almost reconsidered my idea of leaving her there.

She smirked at me seeing how transfixed I was from her look. "You better be back in a minute detective, or I will start without you." To make me understand that she wasn't joking, she reached a hand between her legs and under the waistband of her very sexy panties.

I groaned. Imagining Maura Isles touching herself has been one of my wildest fantasy since I started feeling something for her. I bit my lips suppressing a frustrated whimper as I looked between the bathroom's door and the beautiful creature lying on the bed that was begging for my attentions.

"One minute." I raised my forefinger as a promise and then I ran backwards towards the bathroom unwilling to divert my gaze from her, tripping over my boots on the way. And then tripping over myself when I looked back at her beautiful naked body.

I closed the door behind me, taking a very deep breath and then exhaling it slowly through my nose, trying to calm my heartbeat that was echoing in my head and that seemed to beat at the sound of her name. Something that sounded like Maura-Isles Maura-Isles Maura-Isles.

I splashed some cold water on my face trying to wake up from my current state between sleep and wakefulness. The light coming from the bathroom's window was brighter and when I leaned against the sink I was able to look at my reflection in the mirror.

The cold water did its trick and I was suddenly very awake, registering the previous few minutes with Maura in the bed. It seemed like remember a very vivid, very wet dream. Maybe I'm still dreaming... I should pinch myself to see if it's all real.

I pinched lightly the skin on my arm. Oh, come on! And you call that a pinch?

I scoffed at my own reflection. Maybe a slap on the face would be a better idea, no way to do it wrong.

I brought my hand toward my face producing a barely aubidle sound. Really? It's this how Detective bad-ass Rizzoli hit?!

I narrowed my eyes at myself in the mirror.

The next slap was so strong that my face was turned to the other side and the sound echoed through the bathroom. "Son-of-a-bitch!" I watched the reflection on the mirror where I could perfectly distinguish 4 red marks on my cheek.

Well, now I definitely know that I'm awake... And that I'm also the biggest idiot on the planet.

While I was freshening up and brushing my teeth, I had the first real occasion to think about what had happened. Part of me wasn't still capable of wrap around the idea that Maura Isles and I had had sex for the first time, kissed for the first time. And for me it was like discovering love for the first time as well. I have never felt something like this with anyone in my life. But Maura wasn't anyone, she was Maura, my best friend, my soul mate, the other missing piece of my heart. It sounded sappy, but in that moment, I couldn't give a damn. And the smile that was starting to form all over my face along with the constant fluttering in my chest were a proof that she was the one for me. Because only Maura Isles could made me melt into a puddle like this.

When I turned putting my hand on the door knob, I took another deep breath.

It all seemed so improbable. Just the night before I was there, inside that same bathroom, trying to steady my breath because I was afraid of trepassing that invisible dangerous line, and now, I was there, not even 12 hours later, taking a deep breath to prepare myself for what was going to come next between Maura and I, in her bed, making love until our bodies would protest and our minds would be overloaded with pleasure.

I felt myself get even wetter thinking about how skilled and passionate Maura had been the night before and how responsive she had been to my touch.

I exhaled slowly, opening the door.

Maura was propped on one elbow on the bed and when she heard the door open, her gaze met mine across the room, and I was glad that I had the chance to breath a few seconds before, because when our eyes met in the dim morning light, full of desire and love, I felt my lungs collapse for how much air was stolen from my chest at the sight.

I walked the short distance slowly, taking my time to drink in her beauty, savoring every inch of exposed skin, every curve of her body, admiring the way her chest raised rhytmichally with every short breath she took in. Her hair falling like a golden cascade, glowing as did her beautiful smiling hazel eyes.

When I reached the bed I stand there, resting one knee on top of the mattress as Maura rose, letting the covers fall completely from her body.

She put her hands on my waist running her fingers along my sides as she scattered soft kisses over my chest.

I cupped her cheek with my hand after a few moments and I dipped my head for that last few inches meeting her lips in a slow kiss.

Our lips danced together, moving like one, a perfect fit as were our bodies as we laid down on the bed without separating our lips.

My body resting on top of hers, as Maura's arms circled my back and her legs intertwined with mine. The delicate touch of her fingers along my back had me sigh in content into her mouth and she took advantage of my slightly parted lips to deepening the kiss, maintaning always its soft and loving pace.

There was no reason to rush things now. This was real, and I wanted to savour every second of it as much as Maura wanted. Last night was guided by passion and desire, and from me a bit of fear even, but now it would be different, I planned to take care of her like she deserved, paying attention to every inch of her body, studying her reaction to my touch more closely and memorizing every spot that had her squirm and whimper and moan my name with pleasure.

I broke the kiss in need for air, but mostly because I wanted to look at her. As I pulled back I put my hand on her cheek. God, she is so beautiful.

"You're so beautiful, Jane." I blushed at her statement as a shy smile formed on my face.

"You are not bad yourself, Doctor Isles." She chuckled and I felt her bare foot starting to run along my calf and thigh. The sensation made me moan looking down at her.

Maura repeated the movement more slowly as her hands started caressing my sides making me shiver in delight. From how she looked she seemed to enjoy very much my reaction.

"Are you all right Detective?" The humour in her voice was obvious and I found myself liking a lot this side of Maura, the flirting playful side that she had revealed to me last night.

My response came out with a groan. Two can play this game.

I grabbed one of her legs, placing it over my shoulder to spread her wide as I started kissing her inner thigh.

I grinned when I heard the deep moan coming from Maura as her hips bucked up and her hands went suddenly to my waist trying to bring me even closer. When my other hand went from her abdomen to her center, sliding through the material of her thin underwear, she grabbed my ass digging her fingernails into the flesh there.

I hissed at the rough treatment but the pain brough with it a new flood of arousal that trasformed the light discomfort in a much more intense kind of pleasure.

She was biting her bottom lip, her eyes were shining as her body trembled with anticipation.

I let go of my hold on her leg as my other hand continued teasing her through her panties, loving every sound that came from her mouth and the way she squirmed under me.

I leaned down, a few inches from her lips wanting to tease her just a little longer.

"So... since the power is still off" I started playing with the waistband of her lace underwear. "and there's no way to get outside with all the snow on the streets" Her were whimpers becoming louder. "Maybe we should find something to entertain ourselves." I pushed past the waistband, reaching down and coating my fingers in her juices. We moaned in unison at that and for a second my resolve wasn't as strong as I though. But I managed to find a bit of self control left inside of me.

Maura licked her lips as her gaze was fixed on mine before shifting to my eyes. "I think," she pulled me closer. "that the best way to keep us both warm" In a swift movement she switched our positions and she suddenly was on top of me. I looked bewildered at her with a smile tugging on my lips before she continued her response. "Is to stay in bed. Engaging in some sort of activity." She concluded her statement grinding her center against me. "But this is only my professional opinion." I groaned at the contact, tightening my hold on her waist.

She grinned down at me seeing my reaction. And the only thing I could say before all my willpower could fly out of the window to make some company to the snow lying on the street, was "Well, I think I'll like following your professional opinions, Doctor Isles."


Ahem! ...Thoughts?