Jane broke the kiss to let them both scoot fully onto the bed, Maura leaning against the headboard and Jane sitting at her feet. They stared at each other, hungry but uncertain, and it took a moment for the lanky brunette to calm her nerves and slowly crawl up the legs of the smaller woman.
Resting on her knees, straddling Maura, Jane ran a tentative finger under the hem of the Red Sox shirt. Licking her lips, she looked to other woman to seek permission. Finding nothing but, she grasped the shirt and pulled it up and over honey brunette locks to toss it aside.
"Whoa," she breathed out, eyes roaming over Maura's nude torso, "not a single tan line."
"I find them inconvenient for certain types of clothing," the doctor replied, a smirk on her face. Slowly taking Jane's left hand in her right, she moved their hands until Jane's was resting on right breast. "It's okay to touch me."
Jane swallowed hard, face frozen somewhere between fear and want. "Two seconds ago I just wanted you, and now I have no idea what I'm doing." Eyes roamed over the exposed skin before her. "You'll tell me if I'm not doing this right, right?"
"You're assuming I've done this before." Tilting her head, Maura ran her right arm lightly up and down Jane's left, pleased to see the trial of goosebumps left in her wake. "I haven't, but I trust that we'll find our way."
Nodding, eyes still large, Jane leaned down to start a line of kisses from Maura's collarbone, running along the curve of her neck, and stopping just below her ear. "I've always wondered," she whispered as her right hand began to explore the area it had been placed, "what it would feel like to run my hands over you like this."
The doctor groaned as Jane's other hand found its way to Maura's chest and began giving attention. Light, gentle fingertips ran over and around each breast occasionally stopping to run to perk nipples to tease and pinch, eliciting gasps and moans from the doctor. All the while, Jane's mouth never stopped kissing and tasting, leaving no unexposed portion of neck or face unattended.
"Jane, please," Maura groaned, pulling at the tank top the detective was wearing. "Off. I want to feel you, see you."
Reluctantly, Jane sat back on her heels to pull off both shirt and sports bra in one fluid motion. She sat still, allowing Maura to take the time she wanted to look over her as she tried not to be too obviously self-conscious.
With almost a reverence, Maura reached out to run her fingertips over Jane's collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, and further down to stop at the scar left by the bullet. She looked up to see dark brown eyes watching her, concerned. Giving a reassuring smile, her fingers continued their path, running over Jane's torso, outlining the muscles there. "Your abs are one of my favorite things about your body," she said as she learned forward to run her tongue over the muscle contours her fingers had just traversed.
The muscles spasmed under her touch, and the guttural moan from the other woman left little doubt that Maura was finding her way just fine. As her mouth moved down, her hands moved up to find Jane's breasts, touching, caressing, and teasing them as Jane had hers just a moment before. Once her mouth found the top of a pair of boxer shorts, she stopped, pulling back and running a finger along the elastic.
Jane shuddered, eyes closing at the feather light caress. Maura was asking permission, and Jane's brain was having difficulty finding enough of itself to answer with more than a gasp.
"For this to work," Maura purred as her finger continued to glide back and forth along the top of the short's elastic band, "I believe you need to move so we can remove these." To emphasize the point, she pushed her finger just under the band and ran a line of heat across Jane's skin.
Slowly, carefully, Jane moved so she no longer straddled the doctor. Rolling onto her back and making a motion to pull her underwear off, she stopped as her eyes fell to Maura, who was standing by the bed. In a trance, Jane watched as Maura slowly shimmied out of her boy shorts, making a show of dropping them to the ground before walking around the bed to Jane.
Unable to do anything more than watch, moan, and gasp, Jane's eyes followed Maura's hands as they ran matching trails down her chest, over her stomach, and to the tops of the boxers. Wrapping her fingers into the elastic band, Maura slowly removed the last piece of clothing off in one long, elegant pull, leaving Jane panting.
The detective's eyes rolled back for a moment. "Oh my God, Maura, you're going to kill me."
"I think not," came the amused answer as positions were reversed and Maura straddled Jane.
Both gasping, both moaning at the new contact, Maura settled her body along Jane's, between two long, lanky legs, as she nipped and sucked any place she found purchase. Scarred hands ran along her back as a husky voice groaned with approval. "God, Maura, please."
Pushing up with one arm to hover slightly above the dark haired brunette, she ran her free hand between them, stopping just before acquiescing to the plea she'd heard. Dark hazel eyes took in the picture before her – a flushed, panting, pleading Jane Rizzoli with dark and wild hair and even darker and wilder eyes. "You're beautiful," Maura whispered before capturing Jane's lips with her own and finally taking Jane, swallowing the husky moan and savoring the feel of fingernails clawing at her back as she began to find her rhythm.
Jane met each stroke. She was close but not quite there. Her eyes closed as her back arched and her neck was exposed to the woman above her who took the opportunity to mark the skin before her. Bucking, her hands falling to the bed to grip the sheets, she could feel herself on the verge, every muscle coiled, but it was enough. "So close," she pled, groaning. "Need more than… than…" She gasped as Maura's thumb ran across her. It was enough, and her world exploded with a scream of her lover's name and an unexpected volley of tears.
It took a few moments for Jane to catch her breath, compose herself, and find her bones again. She whimpered as Maura slowly slide off and out of her, careful not to make her uncomfortable. When she finally had control of her voice, she rolled over to look at the other woman who was so patiently watching her. "I have no idea why I'm crying," she said, wiping at her face.
"Emotional release. It's been known to happen during an intense physical release." Maura ran a thumb over Jane's cheek, wiping the tears away. "Nothing to be ashamed of."
The lanky woman sighed, leaning into the touch before scooting forward to kiss the other woman. "That was really amazing." She moved lower, again kissing the elegant neck before her.
"Jane…" It was a plea and an offer. With a growl, Jane pushed forward, putting Maura on her back and, again, reversing their positions.
Maura moaned. "It won't take much, I'm already close."
Smirking, Jane sat up and scooted down to sit between Maura's legs. She ran a hand over and down the smaller woman's body, finding her wanting and very ready. "You're like this because of me?" Maura could only nod, her own back arching as Jane took possession, starting a rhythm, she observed in wondered as Maura countered it, moaning and pleading for more.
She watched as the other woman writhed and whimpered, gasped and gave approval, all because of her touch. She knew, instinctively, the attention alone that she was giving Maura would not be enough, but she had never considered what she was considering now, and it gave her pause. However, one more plea from the beautiful honey brunette before her, and any misgivings she had were pushed away in lieu of wanting to please.
Licking her lips and leaning forward, she gave one last look up, along the moving body before her before taking a tentative swipe with her tongue.
"Oh my God," Maura's eyes shot open, hand suddenly finding its way to Jane's hair to find a grip there as Jane become more and more sure of what she was doing. As she sucked and licked with her mouth, her hand gained pace, and the hand in her hair tightened. Maura's movements became irregular, her breathing ragged.
With one final swipe and thrust from Jane, Maura's body went rigid and then collapsed, the honey brunette humming lightly and only making a small noise of objection as Jane removed herself to move up the bed to hold the other woman.
Slowly opening her eyes, Maura turned her head to look at the smirking detective. "Hi."
"Hey," Jane leaned over to place a kiss on the other woman's cheek. "You okay?"
"Fantastic," came the slightly slurred response.
Jane chuckled. "Nap and then talk?"
Sleepily, Maura shook her head no as she groped around for the blanket to cover them, reaching behind her to pull Jane closer for cuddles. "No, nap and then movie."
"You don't want to talk?" The surprise was evident in Jane's voice as she slipped an arm around the doctor's waist.
"Already did. Girlfriends, remember?" The smaller woman scooted back, pulling Jane closer. "No more talking. Ruining my high. Sleepy. Sleep now."
Again, Jane chuckled. "You're cute when you're brainless."
"Sleep."
Let me just say that smut is not my forte, so if this was lacking for you, I'm really sorry. I did my best here. It's also not done. I've got one, maybe two, more chapters here. That said, I would really appreciate a review on this one. Thanks for reading!