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The elevator chimes in unison with my phone as I step into the crowded space, smiling at a few of the officers I recognize. As I lean over to push the button for Jane's floor, a particularly short detective does it for me. Thanking him brightly, he nods in response. Flushing slightly, his voice is high-pitched as he stammers, "I, uh, figured you were going to visit Rizzoli."
His response warms my insides as my phone chimes again, reminding me of the unread text. My smile widens when I see Jane's name lit up on my screen. Giddy with anticipation, I open the text just as we arrive at her floor.
I'm bored out of my mind and up to my ears in stupid paperwork. I just wanted to let you know that I would much rather be back in your shower, fucking you slowly while you beg me for more.
Gasping loudly in surprise, I feel my face flush scarlet. I do not have to look up from my phone to know that everyone else in the elevator is staring at me. Ignoring them, I clear my throat loudly and bolt off of the elevator the second the doors open.
I see her sitting at her desk, her back to me. I can tell from the slight movement of her hair that she is glancing between her paperwork in front of her and her phone sitting off to her left. She's obviously waiting for my reply. Never in my life would I think Jane Rizzoli would be the kind of person to send lewd text messages; especially while working. She never fails to surprise me!
Hearing my heels click on the floor, she turns around slowly in her chair. "Wow, you came fast," she responds in a low drawl; her eyebrows waggling.
"Nice double entendre," I stammer; unable to take my eyes off of her hands as they rest on her spread thighs.
Her smile is languid and lazy as she purposely trails her hands down, teasing her thumbs over the inner seam on her pants. Dark eyes almost black, she smirks as I take a sudden intake of air. "Is that what the kids are calling it now? I thought a double entendre was when you had one hand working on the front while the other reaches around the back, spreads the cheeks and.."
"Jane!"
She holds her hands up in mock surrender, laughing. She is a vision this morning, her form-fitting charcoal pants complimenting her dark burgundy v-neck top. Her hair is still damp from our shared shower and I clench my thighs together thinking about our earlier escapades. She seems to know exactly what I'm thinking about, as her inherent confidence is more pronounced.
"I can't help it, it's been a slow day so far and I have so many other interesting things to think about." Reaching out, she makes contact with my hand and pulls me in closer to her until I'm resting against her desk. Her long fingers circle my wrist and she rubs the sensitive skin there as her eyes bore into mine.
"What kind of things are you thinking about?" I can't help but ask the question, even though I already know the answer. Somehow, hearing Jane vocalize her desire for me is a powerful aphrodisiac that I have already greedily started to crave.
Sighing, she blows an unruly curl out of her face and it takes all the self-control I have not to push it into place. I'm not sure exactly how demonstrative Jane will want us to be about our relationship in public, especially at work.
The suggestive text message, romantic touches, and overtly sexual vocabulary are things I've not experienced with Jane before. She is usually not this open, especially in a public setting.
"You," she admits easily and my heart soars. "I've always thought about you a lot, Maur. You know, before all of this. Probably too much," she smiles with the admission. Her eyes burn an impossible black as she continues and her voice is as low and languid as a hot summer day. "But now that I know what it's actually like to take you," her voice cracks as she clenches her fingers around my wrist harshly; "and taste you, I realize that I'm obsessed with you. I just can't get enough."
I start to respond but I am at a loss of words. Instead, I shrug my shoulders helplessly and decide to lean forward and fix Jane's hair. My hand traces down her powerful jawline and lithe neck before stopping to land on her toned shoulder.
"The feeling is mutual," I respond softly.
"Well that's good. I'd hate for it to be one sided," she turns her head to place a quick kiss to my hand still resting atop her shoulder. Clearing her throat, she continues, "No one's around for me to throw things at, so I decided to stop obsessively thinking about you and just text you instead."
Indeed, the floor is conspicuously quiet.
I adjust myself against her desk, suppressing a shudder as our legs brush. "I'm glad you did," I tell her honestly.
The look in her eyes is almost predatory as she places a hand on my stocking-clad calf. My eyes widen in surprise as she starts to stroke my leg in earnest. When her lip finally twitches it is almost my undoing and I frantically grab her hand and clench it in mine. We must look incredibly foolish; gazing at each other adoringly with our hands clenched.
I don't care.
I'm so overwhelmed by love and adoration for this woman that my chest tightens and I feel short of breath. Leaning further against her desk for support, I refuse to release her hand; instead grasping it with all of the remaining strength I have. Jane makes me feel things that I did not think were possible.
"You have to stop," I murmur to her.
"Don't wanna," she whispers as she half-heartedly attempts to free her hand. As I refuse to let her go her expression dissolves into a pout. "You make me so damn happy," the pout fades and is replaced by her trademark grin. "Besides, it's so boring here today and you're so beautiful. Why should I ever want to stop?"
"Haven't you had enough?" As soon as the question leaves my mouth, I know Jane will pick up on the purposeful double entendre.
"Never. Maura, I've never felt like this. It's like I'm a whole different person, and I like it." Her eyes continue to smolder as I search her face for any signs of deception. I find none. I don't know how to respond to her, my eyes frantically lock on hers, hoping she understands. I open and close my mouth several times, but the words will not come. How can I tell her that I've been waiting for her to be like this with me for years? That I almost jumped off of that bridge after her? That I would give her my very last breath if she needed it?
Hopelessly, I clench her hand to my heart, spreading her fingers so she can feel it beating.
Her eyes darken even further and she leaves it in place, even when a few officers pass by.
"Let's get out of here. It's slow, we'll keep our cell phones on in case we get a call, and no one will even miss us." Her voice is little more than whisper; pleading.
Reluctantly, I release her hand.
"I can't, love. I have to leave in a few minutes; I came up here to tell you. I just received a call requesting me to be on the South Shore for the remainder of the afternoon for a consult with another ME. I was going to ask if you wanted me to swing back by here and pick you up after I was done, or if you wanted to get a ride home with your mother."
She wrinkles her nose; clearly annoyed.
"I'm sorry," I really am, there is nothing I'd like to do more than play hooky with her.
"Well, I'll walk you to your car at least." A resigned sigh is the only evidence of her displeasure and she immediately reaches out to make contact with my lower back on our way to the elevator. Stopping quickly in the morgue, I gather the supplies I will need as well as my pocketbook and jacket, which I sling over my arm.
Jane's hand is warm against the silk of my dress as she ushers me out of the precinct. We don't speak as we walk quickly across the parking lot and as I shiver against the brisk cold of the morning she moves her arm casually to drape across my shoulders. Delighted, I lean into her, immediately feeling warmer.
I can't help but notice a few curious glances from a few of our co-workers we pass on our way to my car, but Jane simply nods at them as we continue to walk. Her spontaneous acceptance of our new relationship status is enthralling and I know I'm grinning like a fool.
Reaching our destination, I am glad to see we are now alone. Hopeful for a goodbye kiss, I lean in close to Jane. She smiles coyly and instead opens the car door for me, closing it chivalrously once I'm inside. To my surprise, she slides into the passenger seat, folding her lanky legs in to shut the door behind her.
Without preamble I am backed up against the inside of the car, with almost six feet of amorous detective in my space. Her teeth flash white in the dim lighting and I'm so mesmerized by the hungry look in her eyes I feel my mouth go dry. I swallow audibly.
"I'll miss you," she tells me softly before lowering her lips to mine to capture me in an electric kiss. I'm so caught up in the moment, I'm barely aware of her hands roughly spreading my thighs. I come to my senses as I feel a pair of quivering fingers reach to trace the bare skin between my stockings and underwear.
"Jane, you have to stop." My voice is low; haggard. It's killing me to make this decision, but I know we can't do this here, regardless of how much I am aching for her.
"I know," she groans into my mouth as her fingers shove my underwear aside and trace through my wetness. "But I need to feel you, just for a second."
Her words set me on fire and my hips act of their own volition, tilting toward her to allow better access. I become lightheaded as she pushes two fingers inside. Nothing in the world can feel this good, and although I know we need to stop, I'm powerless to make her do so.
As quickly as she enters me, she pulls out and slides back into her seat, a smug smile present. My thighs tremor and stomach trembles at the loss of her.
"That was cruel," I manage to sputter, panting wildly.
"I'm sorry," she responds; from the cracking of her voice and sympathetic eyes and I know she is being truthful. "I can't resist you, Maur. I have a problem."
I press my thighs together in agony and close my eyes, taking a few seconds to compose myself. "Get out; I'm going to be late." My voice is crosser than I intend, and I give her a begrudging smile to show I'm not really angry with her.
"I'll make it up to you when we get home?" Her dark eyes are hopeful and my smile turns genuine.
"Your statement sounds like a question, detective. I'd rather it sound like a promise." This time, I lean into her for a searing kiss. "You owe me."
She smiles against my mouth before excusing herself. "A debt I can't wait to repay."
I can't help but watch her walk away and flush with surprise when she turns to face me, bringing her fingers to her mouth and grinning suggestively as she savors my taste.
My head falls to the steering wheel, hitting it with a loud thump. Her laugh echoes loudly through the empty parking lot as I give her one last wary glace, watching her walk away with an unusually pronounced swagger.
Long minutes pass and my mind is unable to concentrate on anything else except Jane.
Replaying her words over in my mind, I reflect on how she said she felt like a different person. I understand as I feel the same. Having Jane love me for who I am and most importantly, accept me for who I am is a powerful thing; and it is an addictive feeling.
The way the corners of her eyes crinkle when she looks at me is more potent than any kiss from any other lover. One touch from her and I'm completely powerless; bound to her whims instantly. The most peculiar part is how willingly I've given myself to her; body and heart. Never before have I been so complacent to share everything I have or everything I am with another. It's just easy to be with Jane.
Perhaps it's this easy because I've always given all I have to Jane, even from the beginning. From the beginning of our friendship she was always more important to me than anyone else. I've shared things with her emotionally that I would never share with another, and now I'm sharing things with her physically as well.
The ghost of her presence lingers; a trace of her cologne on the car seat, the tickle of her hair against my face, and the fullness of her fingers inside of me. Feeling another wave of arousal surge through me, I grip the steering wheel tightly and bite my lip. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, the little hedonist. \Speak of the devil, my phone chimes indicating a text from her. Frowning at the easily-moving traffic, I realize I will have to wait several minutes until I reach the next traffic light to safely read it.
It chimes again, two more times. I tap the steering wheel anxiously, knowing if it were an emergency she would call. Texting while driving is the number one cause of all motor vehicle accidents, and Jane is aware of my strict policy against it. This is just one more way for her to torment me; and I smirk to myself. What is the common adage? Oh yes, payback's a bitch.
I giddily cheer when the light ahead turns yellow, grabbing for my phone as I slow to a stop.
I'm trying to decide if I want to fuck you in the car as soon as we pull into your driveway, or if I want to make you wait until after we entertain my mother and brothers. You know how late they can stay, especially with the Celts playing.
I groan in frustration. I had completely forgotten tonight was family dinner night.
I'm also trying to decide if I want my mouth on you or if I want to take you from behind with one of those toys I found in your nightstand while I was snooping around this morning.
Decisions, decisions. Do you have a preference?
Glancing at the light, I quickly type out my response. Please don't make me wait, Jane. I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me wait.
The light turns green just as I hit send. My insides are quaking as I continue to drive, my phone chiming mercifully the entire time. To add to my torment, I sail through green light after green light until I reach the parking lot of the Scituate precinct. My hands unsteady, I read the rest of her messages once I park.
You sound flustered, are you okay? ;)
I think it will be my mouth tonight – one quick taste wasn't enough. Your essence is lingering on my tongue and it's driving me crazy.
You better not be texting while you're driving.
Just talked to Ma, she's making lasagna.
Do you have any idea how soft your skin is? It's like silk. And how do you always smell so good? When my fingers are buried inside you, it feels like heaven. Do you miss my fingers, Maur?
Where are you? Can you take a lunch break? We could eat out.
(Bad joke) but admit it, you laughed.
She's right, I did.
Anyway, I'm gonna get the rest of this paperwork done and get out of here. I'll meet you at home. Ma's coming over at 6 to start dinner, you better be here before then or it's gonna be a really long evening. Hurry home and I'll fuck you senseless, however you'd like. Unless you would rather wait.
I type back one word as it's the only one I can muster. I hope I can convey my tone. JANE.
Her response is immediate and I smile in relief.
Don't worry Maur, I can't wait either. No one better get murdered before I can have you, I swear to God.
Bringing my phone to my ear, I decide to call her quickly as I gather my belongings and walk toward the precinct.
"Domino's Pizza," she answers gleefully.
"You're impossible," I grin into the phone as if she could see me. "Jane, I'm at the Scituate precinct and I expect my consult to be handled quickly. I plan on leaving here at a reasonable time in order to be home early enough for our meeting prior to the scheduled dinner plans." I nod at the officer seated at the reception desk as I show my credentials.
Pointed toward the morgue, I walk quickly down the quiet hallway.
"You better be."
"Is that a threat, detective?" I ignore a curious look from a passing technician as I push open the door to the morgue.
"Oh yeah it is."
The ME crosses to greet me and I hold up my index finger.
"I look forward to seeing how it plays out," I continue. "Of the two things we were discussing, the answer to the first is option one; option two is not acceptable. For the second, either option you mentioned before would be more than sufficient; however, if you'd prefer option number two, there's a better suited appendage located in the bottom drawer of the island that is located in the walk in closet."
I hear a loud crack followed by muttered cursing. "Detective?"
"Ah, I'm fine Maur. Okay, see you soon. Be careful."
She disconnects the call and I regard my phone curiously before slipping it into my pocketbook. Smiling widely at the ME, I ignore the confused look on his face as politely greet each other.
Improperly handled evidence, unsanitary techniques, and general ineptitude in such an important line of work are a few of the many issues with this staff. My simple consult turned into a several-hours long lecture about proper training and respect for the job. My entire drive home was spent emailing a voice-dictated memo to the ME's superior about the disdainful things I witnessed today.
Sitting at the last traffic light before arriving home, I glance at the clock. I can't believe it's already 5:34; I had wanted to be home hours ago. We're never going to have time before Angela's arrival to make dinner. Aggravated, I send Jane a quick text to tell her I'm at the light by the corner.
I really hope Angela hasn't taken it upon herself to be early today; after the annoying afternoon I've had, I need Jane even more than ever.
No sooner do I unlock the door and get inside that I find myself pressed back against it. My detective wastes no time, saying hello to me quickly before falling to her knees and shoving my dress up roughly, tearing at my stockings frantically.
"Jane, what happened to your face?" Her face is covered in some type of black stain; and from the reddened skin around it it's clear she tried to scrub it off.
"Pen exploded; you're late."
"I'm sorry!" I gasp loudly as she savagely bites my inner thigh. I don't hold back my loud cry as she unceremoniously rips my underwear down and covers me with her mouth. She takes me in her arms, holding me in place, as her tongue flicks mercilessly over my enflamed sex.
I moan raggedly as I entwine my hands in her hair, holding her exactly where I want. "I love you," I say over and over as a mantra.
"I know," she says smartly before resuming her torrid assault on my engorged clit. She delicately holds it between her teeth, sucking and nursing it while flicking her tongue rapidly simultaneously. It's almost too much yet not enough and I grip her forearm in desperation.
"Inside me, please, quickly." My demand is heard and my head lolls back against the wooden door hard as she enters me roughly. The combination of her thrusting fingers and worship of my clit is utterly divine and I know I'm not going to last long.
Just as I'm about to climax, she stops.
I let out a torrid scream and bang the door with my fists in frustration.
"Did you hear a knock? I think Ma is here," Jane's innocent dark eyes meet mine. She smirks; her fingers twitching inside me deliciously. "Just kidding, that was payback for being so late."
She resumes her ministrations, but at a maddeningly slow pace that leaves me quaking and aching for more. I claw against the door as she adds a little extra twist of her fingers each time, causing sounds escape my throat that I've never heard myself make before. I'm groaning and moaning and bucking against the door frantically. Jane wraps her free hand securely around my legs, helping me to stand as I start to lose my balance.
Reaching deep inside me, I shudder when her fingers graze that spot over and over as her tongue works incessantly to bring me over the edge. Boneless, I practically collapse as she brings me to an overpowering orgasm, and I cry triumphantly as she pushes me to an even-greater high.
Finally it ends, and Jane dashingly stands to allow me to collapse into her arms, placing a soft kiss to my temple.
"I love you," I tell her dreamily, my mind pleasantly foggy.
"I know, I'm pretty great."
Chuckling, I pull her closer. "You are greater than great, love."
"The greatest." Her voice is low in my ear, causing me to shudder.
"I concur, you're easily the greatest." I kiss her cheek, suddenly remembering something. "How did a pen explode on your face?"
She laughs and the sound is pure joy to my ears. "I, uh, was chewing on a pen and it exploded."
I place both hands flat against her chest and push her away gently. "Jane," I admonish, "I've told you the dangers of ingesting ink. Please stop chewing on your pens."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault! I was innocently chewing on my pen and you start talking about your magic drawer of toys and it exploded on me."
Tsking, I shake my head at her. "What am I going to do with you?"
She tilts her head, looking down at me with raised eyebrows. "Whatever you like."
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her faded sweats. She's changed her clothes since work; her tight white t-shirt hugging all the right places.
"Oh, I like," I respond as I place a sultry kiss to her exposed collarbone. She signs happily before removing herself from my grasp.
"Later," she says apologetically, "Ma's due any minute. Let's eat, watch the game, and then you can show me how great you think I am." Before I can object, she tenderly helps me pull my dress down and regain some semblance of order. I feel her nervously looking at my frayed stockings.
"Uh, sorry," she starts and I shush her.
"Don't be." Giving her a lewd smile, I lean forward and gently kiss her, removing all traces of myself from her mouth. "It was worth it, and it's not the first time a pair has gotten wrecked." I feel her scowl under my lips and I deepen the kiss, my tongue seeking hers. I kiss her like I've never kissed anyone; offering my entire heart and soul to her, which she greedily accepts.
Once we break apart, breathless and panting, we are unable to keep our eyes off of each other. Straightening my dress, I kick the frayed stockings away, not missing the wounded look on her face.
"I go through a few pair of stockings a week, Jane it's almost impossible to predict what type of environment I will be forced to conduct my work in. It's very easy to get a run in stockings, and I do like to be prepared." Smiling brightly at her, I reach a hand out to push her tangled curls back into place. "Believe me, you are the only person who could convince me to engage in illicit sexual relations during my scheduled work time."
This stokes her ego enough for her to give me a slow smile. "It was pretty hot, huh?"
"You have no idea," I respond honestly, feeling the tremors still from my orgasm. "I wish I could explain to you how you make me feel. It's like nothing else I have ever experienced."
"Yeah, well you're not too shabby yourself." She reaches for my face and traces my cheekbone reverentially. "You're perfect."
"Jane, perfection doesn't exist. The very notion of it is an abstract creation that can never be accurately validated or.."
"You can mumble all the scientific babble in the world, but you will never convince me otherwise. It does exist because you do." Her eyes are soft in apology for interrupting, but it's not necessarily. I am utterly charmed by this woman.
The moment is over prematurely when we hear a knock on the door.
"Go, get changed. I'll let her in."
Gratefully, I pick up my ruined stockings and scurry off to the bedroom as I hear Angela boisterously enter.
As I'm about to discard the stockings, an idea arrives in my mind and quickly takes hold. Smirking, I quickly tie the stockings to the headboard. Jane has no idea what's in store for her and I can't wait for the evening to commence.
"Maur, Ma wants to know if you want a salad…" her voice trails off as she enters the bedroom, immediately noticing the tied stockings. Her eyebrows rise comically and she gives me a wry grin. "Do you think I'm going to run off or something?"
"No," I tell her seductively as I allow my dress to drop to the floor. Crossing over to her, I rub up against her like an overzealous kitten. "I just plan on showing you how difficult it is to wait for release." I nip at the small cleft in her chin and she moans, shutting her eyes. "I'm going to tie you up so I can touch you, taste you, and fuck you until you're begging me to let you come."
"Jesus," she hisses as she reaches around to palm my backside. Deftly, I reach inside her waistband and gently tease her inner thigh. I shudder when I feel how wet she is for me but remove my hand quickly.
Pushing her away, I don't miss the incredulous look she gives me.
"Payback's a bitch, love."
Perhaps I'll continue this story for a bit…..there are so many fun things to write about!
