Title: Home Run
Chapter Title: Getting Rid Of Nightmare's
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli & Isles, nor its respective characters. Also, I do not make a profit from writing this
Summary: Jane has nightmares, Maura helps
Warnings: Rizzisles sex! From the POV of Jane
"How are the nightmares?" Maura asks as she rubs my back.
"Gah." I say as I rub my face. "The same."
Holt doesn't seem to leave me alone, though he's locked up. This last nightmare got to me, and when I called Maura, she was here within minutes. She didn't even bother getting dressed, wearing her silk pajama set. Whereas I'm just wearing a tank and a baggy pair of pajama bottoms.
"Jane, your mind is creating this nightmares." Maura tells me.
I sit up a bit and look over at her. "Oh, thanks Maura." I say breathlessly. "Makes me feel a lot better."
"What I mean is, Jane, your mind needs to relax, it needs to release hemoglobin A."
I blink at her. "Homo-goblin what?"
She smiles softly at me. "You need sex." She smiles at me. "Come on." She takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom. "Besides, I never returned the favor last time." She winks at me as she closes the bedroom door and pulls me to my bed.
"Fuck Maura." I moan as she pushes me on the bed.
"Language." She scolds me, but she has this look of, I think is amusement, on her face as she straddles me.
Reaching up, I kiss her and wrap my arms around her waist, only for her to smirk into the kiss and pull away. "Not this time detective." She says and takes my hands in her's and pins them above my head. Now, normally I'd freak out, but I can trust Maura, she'd never hurt me. "This is about you." She tells me."
I nod softly, looking deep into her eyes, as I seem them twinkle softly as she reaches down and starts placing kisses along my neck, making me hiss in breath. I feel her center woman against my lower stomach as she sits on me, softly moving. "Maura." I breath out and arch against her.
"Yes Jane?" She asks pulling back and looking down at me.
"Please." I whimper. Since when do I whimper?
She smiles down at me. "Keep your hands here." She said squeezing them softly and pushing down on them for emphasis. "Okay?"
I nod softly, unable to trust my voice.
I feel her slowly let go and climb down me a bit. She softly runs her hands over my chest, over my shirt. "I'm taking this off." She tells me as she starts to lift my shirt up. Sitting up a bit, she's able to pull it over my head, and drop it to the floor.
I groan out and arch my back as she wraps her mouth around my right nipple. Reaching up, I grip the headboard. Her tongue swirls around my areola before pulling away, my nipple leaving her mouth with a wet 'plop'.
"Maura." I whisper as she moves her attention to my other breast. This time, she didn't answer me, but she looks up at me. After she's sure my left breast is good and wet, she kisses down my stomach and grips the waist band of my pajama bottoms.
"I saw this in a movie." She tells me as she lowers my pants and leaves them around my left ankle. "I didn't some research so I can make sure I do this right." She tells me. Before I can reply, she starts lapping at my sex.
"Holy-!" I gasp out and arch my back more, gripping my headboard harder. I feel her fingers spread my lips as she licks me deeply. Holy fuck she's good. And it's her first time? Or maybe I'm overly aroused?
She looks up at me, as if making sure I'm enjoying this. Her tongue works as deep as it's able to go into me, as her nose occasionally bumps my clit. "Shit, Maura!" I groan softly and arch my back even more, a wave a pleasure coming over me.
After a minute of two of panting, I am able to come down. Once I do, I look down to see this look of pure bliss on Maura's face.