Newspaper Clippings: Wandering Affections
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: So as these drabbles are gradual and in chronological order, things I've hinted at in the last couple of drabbles are finally becoming a little clearer to our favorite doctor. Enjoy!
Maura was more than happy to accept her yoga instructor's invitation for another date. She let herself get lost in her senses and hormonal responses to the well-proportioned male specimen standing not two inches from her, slowly running his fingers up and down her arms. She let her head loll back when he placed his lips on her neck, just above her carotid artery, and she let out a soft mewl of appreciation when he began to kiss down toward her collarbone.
She accepted it all and relished in the physical pleasure her flexible and balanced yoga instructor was bringing her.
She was maybe even a bit too eager in her affections, as she tried to wipe away the thoughts she'd had while she'd admired her very female best friend earlier in the day. She was possibly a little overly vocal in her efforts to forget the way she'd looked Jane up and down, standing so solidly in her ugly black boots, black slacks, and her scoop-neck navy blue shirt with the tank top underneath. She may have gripped his hair too tightly so that she wouldn't think of brushing back wild raven curls tenderly so she could see that beautifully innocent smile, a smile that still belonged on a happy, healthy toddler rather than a homicide detective who had all the reasons in the world to be surly and damaged and somehow wasn't.
When she screamed at her peak, she made a conscious effort to remember to say his name.
And she began again. And again. Until she was too exhausted to think of anything other than sleep.
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