A/N: I am going to try to correctly change this chapter to an "M" rating for safety sake. It isn't all smut, but it is their wedding night. I hope I portrayed it honestly for them.
***Please take note that this chapter is an "M" folks.***
I don't own R & I nor do I profit from them.
Ch 13
We separate without releasing one another's hands, and we proceed to the bed. There are white rose petals there waiting for us. I step to the side and begin to pull the duvet back, but Jane's hand reaches out to stop me. She then begins to crawl onto the bed in nothing but her blue panties and heels.
"Maura, let's just lay on top, ok?"
"Lie." Jane's shocked look spurs me to explain quickly, "Sorry! You want to 'lie' on top not 'lay'."
"Really, Maur…I'm practically naked here, and you want to correct my use of lie and lay?" There's the smirk, and everything is alright again. She reaches her hand out to help me up and bring me to her. On our knees we meet in the middle and embrace. Touching bare skin, breasts, stomachs, thighs…
"While I love the blue, these have to go, sweetie." I inform Jane as I curl my fingers into her underwear and begin to pull them down her legs. She moves to help me, and we are quickly, equally undressed and back into each other's arms.
The kisses become endless and more and more desperate. Hands wander indiscriminately over each other…touching, caressing, worshipping. Until Jane descends and finds my wet center. "Aw…God, yes." She begins to explore gently and a little tentatively, but never stops kissing my face and shoulders.
"Baby, you are wet…are we doing ok, here?"
"Jane, we are so 'ok'. I love it; it feels perfect."
She presses further, stroking a little more firmly until she finds the bundle of nerves she is looking for causing both a gasp and a moan to fall from my lips. "Yes…there, Jane."
I am so glad Maura is getting there by what I'm doin'. Hell, I'm soaked right now and all she has done is touch my stomach and breasts. I keep stroking through her with one hand and reach up to pinch her nipples. This rhythm seems to make her hotter…which is making me hotter. I break from her mouth and make my way to those perfect breasts. Taking one nipple in for a quick workout, I think I'm beginning to find a pace that will work. Then everything changes.
Maura pulls away from my hand and drops down to attack my breasts. She uses her mouth and hands until I am almost crazy from it. I guess when she senses this, she takes one hand away and goes down to find me as hot, wet, and ready as I have her. "God! Maura! It should be fuckin' illegal to feel this good…" I know she hates the language, and I hope she'll forgive me…but damnit, nothing else fits right now! "Oh…yes." My hips move on their own, pushing forward to meet her hand.
"Jane, let's lie down…" Maura guides me down under her and picks back up with her hand and mouth. Hell, no….I'm going to be on top! In one motion, I flip us over. Sitting up to look down at her, I smile.
"Hi…"
"Hello…."
I slip my hand back to her core and begin to set pace again, but Maura isn't passive. I feel her hand slip back to me. Just as Maura wanted it…we love each other with lips, teeth, tongues, fingers, and hands at the same time. When the breaking point is almost upon us, I pull back to look at her. Maura's eyes are darker than I've ever seen them. They are amazing…she is amazing.
"M…I'm almost there…are…you?"
"God…do you have to ask?"
"I guess not…but I….want…to learn…" Even as I speak, I can feel her tightening. "Maura…keep looking at …me, Ok?"
"I'll never…look…anywhere else…wife."
That was it. One. Two more strokes, and we both broke…we saw it all through each other's eyes. Ever ripple, every gasp, every bit of pleasure…together…tonight and for the rest of our lives.
"I can't quit shaking…I'm sorry," Jane almost whispers as we hold each other. Climax has begun to recede and my heart rate is coming down, but I feel what Jane is speaking of. I turn to my back and pull her into me and into my arms.
"I've got you, sweetheart. Shake, cry, scream…do whatever it is that you need to do," I am overflowing with joy and wander right now, but completely understand Jane's physiological response to our lovemaking. It was powerful; the day has been powerful. "What is it you tell Jackson every night before bed? 'I've got your back…always'?"
A small chuckle rumbles at my breast, "Yeah."
"Well, I've got your back. I always have, and I always will. I will hold you, or kiss you, or comfort you, or challenge you…whatever you need. Right now I am just relishing a time to hold you." Jane eases some and her breathing begins to regulate to a more normal pattern. When she is settled, I continue, "When I was a little girl…after I was able to understand about my adoption…I would struggle to go to sleep. I would allow my mind to wonder, and I would get scared. I would shiver and hold one of my dolls seeking comfort."
"What would you think about that made you shake?" Jane allowed me to continue comforting her while I spoke making no effort to switch our roles…just letting me do what I wanted. And I wanted to touch her.
"I…I would think Mother and Father might decide I wasn't good enough. That I wasn't really an Isles' and that I didn't belong…I kept a little bag with my favorite things hidden under my bed in case I had to leave quickly. I hoped that I could at least keep those things…that they wouldn't notice I was taking them when they sent me away." I hadn't thought about this in years, but something about Jane shaking took me back to that place. "I had a picture of us together, a locket necklace, a place card from a dinner with my name on it…just things that I had that made me feel like I belonged…that I was loved. In my mind, it would be okay if I had to leave as long as I could remember ever feeling like a part of something…I kept that bag in its special place each night and hid it each day. I didn't want the housekeepers or my nanny to find it and question me…I would close my eyes and try to focus on sleep, but I would become afraid if I didn't fall asleep quickly. I held my doll and told her I loved her and that I would take her with me if I had to go. That she would never be alone…of course, I later realized I was speaking to myself. If I had that doll, I would never be alone…It's funny really…as I started formal schooling I decided to be the best at everything so I would belong. I was going to be worthy of my name and not let anyone surpass me, so that I wouldn't end up alone. And that action made me lonely most of my life. Irony at its finest."
I've allowed Maura to calm me and give me comfort, but now it is my turn. I never expected to hear something new about Maur tonight. I expected to learn all sorts of things physically about her, and I definitely had done that. I learned she is responsive and has great fingers…and that I respond to her immediately. My emotions about the day came out physically in my shaking; Maura's emotions are showing in other ways.
I gently turn to start kissing Maura's chest. I kiss between her beautiful breasts then touch her left nipple with my tongue. Maybe I mean to arouse her a bit, but it is really just to get her attention on me. With a soft sucking kiss to her breast, I slide up to her neck, her cheek, and then to her mouth with my own. One long, deep kiss then I pull her into my arms in a role reversal. Now Maura is under my right arm and curled into my side as I begin to stroke her. "Your were afraid to be alone so you did what you thought would make you the best daughter or most appropriate daughter. That is perfectly logical. Focusing so much on becoming the best you made yourself alone…I get that. I remember that Maura." I kiss her forehead.
"I believe that was the Maura your mother mentioned in her reception speech," she pinched at my side a little.
"I fell in love with that Maura… H2O, right? I recognized you as the other half a me, sweetheart," I stop long enough to bend to kiss her again. Then I raise up on my arm so I can look into her eyes. "I never was made to feel like I wasn't good enough, but I still felt it. Inside. I knew I was different…not the 'princess' my Ma wanted and not really the son Frank wanted. I was driven to be the best because I think I needed to show that I was ok. Mine showed up by being involved in everything…being everyone's friend, drinking buddy, girl…whatever. I still felt the loneliness though, Maura…Until, you. We were made to be here…made for each other.
"Do you know why I tell Jackson that every night? Because I want him to know whatever his choices or mistakes, I will be there. I have his back, no matter what for every day that I live. He will never be alone, and I pray that he never feels alone. Not like I did and not like you did…We made it Maura…we found each other, first as friends now as partners forever. You will never be alone again…I will never be alone…"
I take a deep breath and sit up pulling away from Jane. Thankfully the heels we wore to bed came off during our first round of sexual activity or my plans would be much more awkward. I sit cross-legged in the middle of our bed and extend a hand to Jane. She appears a bit distracted by my pose and the intimate exposure it affords her.
"Jane? Do you want to look or do you want to touch?" That gets her attention.
"Damn, Maura."
I pull her into the same position as I am and set us up facing one another. I then get up on my knees to move to straddle my wife. Placing my left leg under her right and my right up over her left, I create the proper position to have us touching in the most intimate way. Then I place myself against her forcing the contact that I want.
"Fuck…that….that is awesome."
"Right now I don't even care about your choice of words…I agree with you." Not only are our centers virtually locked together, we are entwined with one another. Arms surrounding, hands in hair, kisses shared, breasts together… Then, I begin to set the pace and motion, rolling my hips…pressing us together so that we are sliding across one another. The friction is amazing, and I feel my arousal skyrocket with every moan coming from Jane.
"Aww, God…I can die happy…if you'll just…do this every…day for the rest of my life. Shit! Right…just like that." Her exclamation comes as I use my legs to pull her closer to me, making us fit even closer and the force between us greater.
The things that Maura is doing to me…I can't describe. I have never felt anything like it. The sex is amazing, and I'm flying toward another orgasm of gigantic proportions. But more than that…I feel like I'm sharing something more than my body. Something incredibly special…like this day hasn't already been the most special in my life. I follow Maur's lead and pull her tighter with my legs.
My hands tangle completely in Maura's hair…I can't help trying to get closer. I kiss her with all that I have. I taste her…and try to consume her. I want all of her. She kisses me back with the same fierceness as we continue to pump at each other. Building, climbing.
I pull back from her after a while so I can take her hand from my neck bringing it to my lips. Without ever stopping the motion of my hips, I take two of her fingers into my mouth. I run my tongue all over them, nip, and suck at them. Until they are very wet. Maura's eyes are blazing into mine watching what I am doing…watching me take her hand down to touch between us.
"Touch me, Maura…send me over, while I send you."
"Fuck…" Hot damn! I made Dr. Maura Isles say 'fuck'!
"Exactly, sweetheart." It took only a few strokes from each other's fingers combined with our grinding to let us fly apart. I had enough thought to kiss Maura and take her screams into my mouth…this was ours. I didn't want anyone else to have any part of it…
"I love you, Maura." I know my voice is almost too soft to hear and so hoarse that it barely sounds like me, but I have to tell her.
A gentle kiss meets my cheek and another to my lips as Maura untangles our legs enough to allow us to collapse onto the bed together. Then as I begin to completely lose consciousness I hear, "My God…Jane, I love you, too."
One, two, three beats pass. "You said 'fuck'…" My inner smart ass was still awake enough to reply.
TBC...