Newspaper Clippings: Dancing Fever
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: After seeing Jason Sehorn's video of Angie dancing...well, I really couldn't help myself. And Sasha's got some moves, too, if YouTube is a dependable source! This pretty much has no purposeful plot advancement. It's just how Maura deals with her own sexual frustration, and it was far too fun to write. Don't know why I rated this fic as K+. Going to T...now.
Giant speakers strategically placed around the room pumped a feverish beat that echoed throughout the entire club. A beaming smile graced Maura's face as she tugged Jane away from the bar and toward the music. The dance floor teemed with people getting lost in carnal sensations in time with the music. It looked positively delicious, and suddenly, she was extremely glad she'd dragged her girlfriend here. Girlfriend. Two months and that term still made her smile.
Speaking of which, Maura mused as she glanced behind her, Jane looked rather delicious herself. She wore a short, dark blue dress that Maura had all but forced her to buy. It had a deep v-neck and clung gloriously to Jane's frame, no matter how often she self-consciously tugged at the hem to cover more of her leg. The two drinks they'd each enjoyed had yet to lower Jane's inhibitions. Maura turned and caught Jane's free hand in hers before she could tug at her dress again, slowly walking backwards toward the dance floor. Her smile shifted into something infinitely more sensual and inviting, pleased when she saw Jane's eyes lock onto hers with an equal intensity floating in her dark eyes.
The heat rolled off the mass of writhing bodies, and the two minutes spent trying to find a small bubble of space in which to dance already had the both of them sweating. But it also had a way of driving them closer, heightening every breath and becoming hypersensitive to every touch from her dance partner. When they finally found their place and started to slowly get into the music, their eyes never left one another. The crowd closed in around them and steadily diminished the small amount of space between their bodies.
Maura's magenta dress also had quite a deep neckline, and when she saw Jane's gaze drop to her generous cleavage, her skin felt like it was on fire and at the same time made her feel like shivering. Jane didn't even have to touch her to get to her, and the smirk on her face said that she knew it. Her shyness was slowly being stripped away, and in its place was a challenge. Who could get the other to cave in first?
It was a challenge that Maura was very capable of meeting. The space between them was gone, and their fronts were plastered onto each other. Maura swept her fingers against the bare skin of Jane's leg while her other hand went to her waist and tugged her even closer as she moved against her. Her thumb started moving against the smooth skin in slow circles, inch by inch making their way to just underneath the dark blue material. Jane bit her lip and moved in even closer to Maura's body, as impossible as that seemed. She gave as good as she got, though, because while Maura was reasonably skilled at manipulating Jane's body to respond to certain touches, Jane had a secret weapon in her dancing. Soon she was panting into Jane's neck while Jane's body twisted and rubbed against her in the most tantalizing ways, all while Maura's hands stayed on her leg and waist.
Blonde curls started to wilt with the dampness in the air and stick to the back of her neck. It was uncomfortably hot, but it was like her hands were glued to the other woman's body. Besides, the real heat was coiling in her lower abdomen, and the way Jane was making them move against each other was only serving to make the coiling more intense. She felt herself go on her tip toes, burying her face in Jane's neck, feeling the throbbing of her girlfriend's pulse against her cheek. The hand she had on Jane's leg inched upward, pushing the dress up with it, tugging her closer.
Maybe the dancing thing would have been a better idea to do after they'd finally had sex. Because Maura was going to have to do some major work on herself when she got home that night and still have to take a cold shower afterwards. Her lower abdominal muscles contracted wickedly. Jane just wasn't even trying to play fair, and the torture was just sinful.
A/N: Last night was horny Jane, so I present to you horny Maura! I know Jane seems a little more confident than usual, but the anonymity of being in a club surrounded by everybody having sex with clothes on is definitely enough of a push to get her to let out her fantastic dancing skills. Besides, after two months of dating and years of incredibly close friendship, I'm pretty sure she'd be comfortable enough with Maura to be a little naughty. I hope you enjoyed this, so PLEASE REVIEW!