Title: Coffee, Cold Weather, and New Beginnings
Genre: Romance
Rating: M
Pairing: RIZZLES!
Summary: Can Winter change the lives of our favorite duo?
Disclaimer:I do not, nor will I ever, have any rights to Rizzoli & Isles
Author's Notes: Sorry for the delay, devotees! Since moving to college, finding the time and motivation to write is becoming slim. But, on we go! Special shout out to AnimeLOVER152! You're comment pretty much made my life! Thank you darling! Now, let's see how the last few chapters of this goes, shall we?
It was Christmas morning, and Maura woke up naked to an empty bed. She frowned at the feeling of cold sheets between her hand on her lover's side of the bed, and decided to get up to find out what was so important to get the usually late sleeping Jane Rizzoli out of bed so early. As she sat up and slipped on one of Jane's tee shirts, she began to smell the wonderful aroma of fresh cinnamon from the general direction of the kitchen, and smiled.
As she made her way to the kitchen, the smell grew stronger, as did the sound of gentle humming of what sounded like "The Christmas Song." She caught sight of Jane dancing gently to her own humming, cooking away, and stopped to admire the view. She smiled widely at the sight before her, and gazed in wonder at the lovely woman currently trying to spoil her with fresh breakfast. When Jane stilled her movements to check the buns in the oven*, Maura quietly wrapped her arms around Jane from behind. Jane jumped from surprise, but immediately relaxed, as she leaned her head against the one that had come to rest on her shoulder.
"Party pooper," Maura heard Jane whisper.
"Merry Christmas to you too, Scrooge," Maura replied with a squeeze and a kiss to Jane's cheek. Jane turned around in Maura's arms, and planted a kiss on the honey blonde's lips.
"Merry Christmas, darling," Jane said with a smile. The timer to the oven went off, and Maura released her grip to let Jane continue her baking.
"I was planning on bringing them to you, ya know? It's a Christmas tradition in the Rizzoli family, cinnamon buns," Jane said, handing Maura a plate with a fresh cinnamon bun. "I remember waking up every year to the magnificent smell of these puppies warming up. I always knew this was something I would want to do with my own family one day, and when I moved out, I continued to do it for myself every once in a while," Jane grabbed Maura's hand that was sitting on the bar at which they were now sitting. "Now that I have someone else to enjoy this with, though, I think it will most definitely become a yearly tradition."
Maura smiled at the sincerity in Jane's words. She gripped the hand atop her own, and moved to take a huge bite out of the cinnamon bun in her other hand. Jane laughed at the move, and shook her head. She heard Maura moan into her cinnamon bun, and smirked at the sight of watching Maura, who was currently failing to keep the icing off of her face.
They hadn't even been in an official relationship for a week, and Jane could already see herself doing this everyday, living her life alongside Maura Isles. She was never one to believe in happily ever after, but lately, she found herself thinking of nothing but. She laughed at her childlike fantasies, but deep down, she knew that this was it, this was what she had been waiting for her entire life, and it had been right in front of her for a very long time.
"Jane, where did you go?" she heard Maura ask. She was snapped back to reality, and smiled gently at the woman next to her.
"Eh. Just thinking about some things," she replied with a smile.
Maura took that moment to place her own plate and Jane's in the dishwasher.
"Care to share?" she asked, as she placed her hands on Jane's shoulders and began to massage gently.
"You're my savior," Jane said, relaxing at the touch.
"That's what you were thinking about just now?" Maura asked playfully.
"Actually, yes," Jane replied, wincing when Maura hit a particularly tense place in her shoulders.
"Sorry," Maura commented weakly. Jane was thinking about her as a savior? Maura didn't know what to think...
"Don't be freaked out, Doc," Jane said, obviously sensing Maura's confusion and slight discomfort at the title. "I was merely pondering the meanings of life, butterfly effect, karma... and what exactly I did to deserve you," Jane said as she turned her head to catch Maura's gaze for a brief moment.
"You know about the butterfly effect?" Maura asked, unable to say anything else out of sheer shock.
"Yea. There was a movie about it..." she heard Maura's scoff, and smiled. "I read 'A Sound of Thunder' in school, Maura. I liked it a lot, actually**," she stated.
Maura stopped her ministrations on Jane's back, and gently kissed Jane's neck to signal the completion of her task. Jane turned around on the stool, and pulled Maura into her lap for a hug.
"You know, I could pose the same question, Jane," Maura whispered from against Jane's neck.
"What question, sweetheart?" Jane mumbled against the top of Maura's head.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Maura answered, snuggling into Jane's neck further.
Just when Jane thought it was impossible to hug Maura any tighter, her grip increased on the woman who was consuming all of her senses, all of her thoughts.
"What time does the dinner start tonight, Maura?" Jane mumbled from against Maura's hair. Her hands began to gently rub Maura's back almost automatically, eliciting a moan of approval from the woman on her lap.
"You know that it starts at 6:30, Jane," Maura replied with a kiss to the detective's neck.
"And what time is it now?" Jane said, not even bothering to find out for herself.
"It is exactly," Maura began as she pulled away to look at the oven clock, "10 am, Jane," she said, replacing her head into the spot it was formerly occupying on Jane's shoulder.
"Which means we have, what, 6 hours to just do whatever we want until we have to start getting ready for this shin dig?"
"Leaving time to get ready, yes, just about," Maura said, sitting upright in Jane's lap to look at her. When her eyes finally caught Jane's, she saw that the detective's normally chocolate brown eyes were almost black with desire. Jane's smirk lasted about half a second before she felt Maura's lips capturing her own. She met the kiss hungrily, increasing the intensity of the kiss immediately. Maura moaned as Jane's tongue began exploring her mouth, and they began a timeless duet made of kisses, tongues, and hands roaming continuously over the little clothing that separated them.
Jane made quick work of the tee Maura had apparently stolen from her dresser (not that she minded a bit), and wasn't too surprised to find nothing underneath. Maura finally pulled away to take a breath, and her eyes now matched the blackness of Jane's.
"I think we should relocate, Jane," Maura suggested, her voice husky and rough.
"I think you're right, doc," Jane replied, as she placed her hands under Maura's ass to lift her into the air. Maura squealed with delight, which was soon silenced as she realized that they weren't headed toward the bedroom, or even the couch. Jane had turned around to place Maura onto the bar, and was now removing her own clothing.
"Jane... this isn't what I meant," Maura said, focusing all of her attention on watching Jane undress.
Jane only smirked up at Maura, and when all of her clothes had been successfully removed and placed onto the floor, she approached Maura slowly, a fire in her eyes.
"Jane... I don't think this is sanitary," Maura barely managed to get out as Jane's mouth latched onto her breast. Maura's hand quickly grabbed a fistful of Jane's hair, as she let out a deep moan. Somehow Jane knew just what she wanted, which made her even that more amazing in bed. Maura's thoughts were silenced by a hand reaching higher on her thigh. She pulled Jane's head away from it's spot on her chest, and pulled her up for a passionate kiss. As she kissed her, Maura felt Jane's fingers enter her roughly, and gasped. Jane donned an evil smirk as she increased the speed and strength of her thrusts. She was a little concerned at her roughness, but when she heard the noise that escaped Maura's lips, she knew she had made a good decision.
"Jane..." Maura whined, almost cautiously.
"What, baby? This not what you want?" Jane asked, knowing what Maura's answer would be. But, as she asked this, she slowed her hands to an agonizing snail's pace, which made Maura moan in frustration.
"You want it like this? I could just tease you slowly and endlessly for hours, hovering you just on the edge for as long as I see fit. Is that what you want, Maura?" Jane said, removing her fingers completely to gently stroke Maura's clit.
Maura shuddered at the change in contact. Jane was driving her crazy. Maura only shook her head, and bucked her hips into Jane's hand, signal her want for more contact.
"No, Maura," Jane said, removing her hand to grab Maura's breast. "I don't want you to show me. No, I want you to tell me, Maura. Tell me what you want."
Maura opened her eyes, which had gone darker than Jane had ever seen. Jane stared at her, still gently massaging Maura's breasts. Maura grabbed Jane's wrists, and pulled them away from her chest. Jane's eyes widened as she felt her hands being dragged to rest on Maura's upper thighs.
"You wanna know what I want, Jane?" Maura asked huskily. Jane only nodded, getting more and more turned on at the display before her. She knew Maura had a wild side, a side she hid in her professional and personal life to keep herself together. Jane's entire goal had been to get an early Christmas present by unwrapping the beast she knew existed in the usually composed blonde. As she watched Maura in awe, she knew that this was going to be a Christmas to remember.
"I want you," Maura began, leaning forward to roughly kiss down Jane's neck. She wanted to be careful not to leave any marks for their coworkers to see. She'd save that for another time, "to fuck me. None of that slow shit, Jane. Hard and fast, just like you know I want it." Jane smirked in satisfaction. Maura not only cursed, but she had just verbally requested for Jane to leave her limping for the rest of the day. Without a second thought, Jane thrusted her hands into Maura, causing the woman's hips to buck wildly. Jane's movements were the exact opposite of delicate, as she moved her hand faster and faster inside Maura.
When Jane was pumping in and out as fast as she could, she heard Maura begin to groan, and found extra strength she didn't know she possessed. Moving faster than she ever thought possible, she watched Maura quickly spasm into orgasm. But Jane wasn't about to just give up. She continued her rapid pace through Maura's orgasm, pushing Maura higher and higher into ecstasy. As soon as Maura realized that Jane hadn't stopped, her eyes flew open to see a devilish look meet her gaze. Maura's hands flew down to Jane's, gripping her wrists, knowing that she was quickly becoming oversensitive. Jane only shook her head, smiling evilly in response to Maura's actions. Maura whimpered. She had asked Jane to make it rough, and she had to admit, it was turning her on. She had never been able to have multiple orgasms before, and she was almost afraid of what was going to happen. But as she slipped into a second wave of euphoria, she could only gasp at the sensations that Jane's ministrations were causing. Maura's responses only encouraged Jane more, as she began rubbing her own center against Maura's knee. Maura's hands gripped at Jane's waist, pulling her harder against her knee. She stuck her own still hand inside of Jane, as Jane continued to grind, and thrust her never ceasing hand. As Maura hit her third wave, Jane's hips began a rapid pace, almost matching the one her hand was producing. She groaned as she reached her climax, slowly stilling her hand inside Maura, and bringing her head to rest on Maura's now limp shoulder.
When she was finally able to compose herself, she chuckled, gasping out, "How's that for a Christmas present, Maura?" When she heard no attempt at a reply, she kissed Maura's neck before lifting her head. Maura wasn't moving, her body was completely limp against the wall she was leaning against. Jane quickly checked her pulse, which was beating erratically, but beating none that less. Jane was about to rush to the sink to get a wet washcloth, when Maura's eyes slowly began to flicker open. Jane gently kissed her lovers lips, and stroked her hand gently down Maura's side. Maura hummed, and brought the hands that had fallen limp beside her to stroke down Jane's arms.
"You okay?" Jane asked, partly out of concern and partly out of curiosity. She had never experience anything quite like that in her whole adult life, but then again, she didn't have any experience in bed with women.
"Yea, I think so. That was... I can't even..." Maura stated, still breathing heavily.
Jane chuckled lightly in response, and nodded. "I know. But, uh, I think you passed out on me there, Maur," Jane said, hugging Maura to her body.
Maura scoffed, not out of disbelief, but out of question. So that's what happened after orgasm three. Maura laughed softly and shook her head, causing Jane to look at her. Maura smiled at the woman's questioning glance.
"Honestly Jane, I've never been able to achieve more than one orgasm. I was always fine with one, and was always too sensitive to keep going." This caused Jane to smile in triumph. Maura only smiled back, and continued. "I always wondered what would happen if I kept going. Now we know."
Jane laughed, kissing Maura. "I guess so. So..." Jane began hesitantly, "that wasn't... too much or anything? You're okay?"
Maura smiled sweetly, gently kissed Jane's lips, and pulled her into a loving hug. "I have to say, I was a bit concerned there for a minute." When she felt Jane tense, she gently rubbed her hands down Jane's back, and continued. "But Jane, I know this will sound incredibly cliché, but that was honestly the best sexual encounter I've had in my entire life."
She felt Jane smile against her shoulder, and kiss the top of the detective's head. She heard Jane mumble something against her, but couldn't quite tell what she said.
"What was that, Jane?"
Jane lifted her head, looked Maura in the eyes, and kissed her gently, exhausted. "I said Merry Christmas, Maura."
Maura smiled, stroking her thumbs across Jane's cheekbones. "Merry Christmas, Jane."
*I really couldn't help myself with this one. Bun in the oven. (smh)
** Personally, I loved this story and just kind of wanted to stick it in.
You know what to do, lovelies!