"And what does a mobster know of love?"
Maura's eyes brighten and she grins briefly, but excitedly, before slipping into character. Their game is beginning. "So, you know who I am then?"
Maura steps closer to her and Jane looks down at the Fuck-Me pumps that bring her girlfriend almost up to her height. Then her eyes continue to slide up and she sees that Maura is wearing the leather skirt with the slit that runs way up one thigh. Jane loves that skirt. Maura has paired it with a dark-red, sleeveless blouse that shows off a lot of cleavage. Jane immediately gets lost in that taunting valley between her girlfriend's breasts.
Maura smiles fondly and sighs heavily, watching as Jane's eyes follow the movement of her heaving chest closely. Jane is so very easily distracted even by just a hint of her cleavage. Often they will be mid-conversation, like they are now, and Jane will just zone out, like she has now. Maura does enjoy the way that Jane looks at her though. It never fails to make her feel sexy, and wanted. Add to that the fact that Jane is currently dressed as 'Plumber Jane' from her most recent fantasy, and she is hardly containing her urge to mount Jane on the spot. But she waits, and she takes it all in for a moment more before clearing her throat and bringing Jane back into the present.
Jane snaps her eyes up to Maura's and she smiles a little shyly. She can't help still feeling a little embarrassed when Maura catches her out like that, even now that she's allowed to actually look at them. Old habits die hard. Suddenly, she notices that Maura's face is flushed. In fact, she's never seen Maura look so hot and bothered. She's surprised, mostly because she feels utterly ridiculous in what she is wearing. Also, because she's pretty sure that there is a cobweb in her hair from when she was shoved in behind the plant just before. She pushes off from the door and steps up to Maura. Maura had asked her a question, but she can't remember it now. So instead she just says "Yes, Ma'am." She keeps it brief, waiting to see where Maura will steer it.
Maura flicks her hair back and lifts her chin. "Yes, well I am very important in these here parts."
Jane can't contain it. She guffaws. "These here parts?" She says it with a twang and a deep serious tone. "You're going a little too 'Cowboy', Maur."
Maura huffs, and then makes a show of scrutinizing Jane for a long moment before turning quickly on her heel. She turns her back on Jane and struts into the kitchen.
Jane worries for a second that she has broken the rules of the fantasy, or something, and pissed off Maura. But then Maura spins back around.
"I assume you know why you are here?"
"Yes Ma'am, I'm here to service your pipes." Jane chuckles at herself, she can't help it. But Maura's glare silences her immediately. Maura can be very commanding when she wants to be. Jane thinks that Maura maybe wouldn't have been a bad mobster in another life. Except for, you know, the fact that Maura doesn't have a single mean bone in her body.
"Are you confident that you can get the job done, Rizzoli?" Maura resumes her path into the kitchen and stops by the sink.
"I always get the job done." Jane feels a little defensive. Damn right she always get it done. Often multiple times!
Maura just winks at her and curls two fingers, calling her over. Jane swaggers over to the sink, pushing up her sleeves, and rests her hip against the counter. "Don't worry, you called the right man for the job" she says.
Maura looks down at the tent of material at the top of Jane's thighs. She shifts her hips reflexively and her thighs slip slickly against one another. She needs to speed things along, the moisture and the heat is becoming uncomfortable. "Do you have the right tools?"
Jane yanks at the buttons covering her crotch and whips the thick, black phallus out through the opening in the coveralls. "Say hello to my little friend!" She smirks and chuckles.
"Jane! Maybe I was going to use that line." Maura huffs. "You're the plumber, remember?"
"Well, maybe I'm a Southie plumber." Jane grins. "Sorry babe." She's not sorry. She loves Scarface.
"You had better watch that mouth of yours, or you'll be sleeping with the fish!" Maura mutters.
"Yes, Ma'am." Jane mock salutes.
"Well, what are you waiting for? I suggest you get to work, Rizzoli." With that, Maura turns to face the sink and pulls up her skirt, bunching it up around her hips.
Jane wets her lips as she watches Maura bend over, bracing her forearms on the counter and gripping her hands onto the edge of the sink. Maura grins devilishly at Jane and sways her bare ass slowly back and forth.
Jane was perfectly content with their sex life as it was. It was fun, it was loving, it was passionate, and it was more than satisfying. Tonight is different though. Not, bad different. Just different. Jane wasn't sure about all the acting and the pretense at first. It had seemed like unnecessary and complicated foreplay. She didn't understand why they couldn't just get hot and heavy on the couch and then fall into bed. But seeing Maura before her now, so wet and so ready, makes her decide that all the trouble was definitely worth it. She would walk through freaking fire if she thought it would turn Maura on like this, so thoroughly. Her girlfriend is practically dripping before her very eyes.
"I said 'get to work' Rizzoli!"
Jane steps up behind Maura. She looks down at the creamy and flawless bare skin that is presented to her. She wants her mouth on it now, so leans over and places an open-mouthed kiss to Maura's left buttock. As she sucks, she runs her hands up the sides of Maura's smooth thighs until she reaches the soft curve of Maura's hips. She stands up straight then and pushes her hips into Maura.
Maura reaches down between her legs and cups the phallus, pushing it against herself. She holds it in place as Jane thrusts slowly, and she whimpers at feeling of the silicone shaft gliding back and forth. It spreads her swollen lips open on each pass and is being bathed in her abundant moisture. Every so often the ridged tip grates against her throbbing clit just right and it causes her core to clench. "Okay," she breathes.
Jane stills her hips when she hears the word. Maura shifts her hips and arches her back, lining up the tip with her opening. "Okay," she says again, and guides the tip in with her fingers as Jane pushes forwards slowly and steadily. Maura groans softly as she is slowly and throughly filled.
Once she can go no further, Jane pauses and rips apart the remaining buttons on the coveralls. She slides the material off of her shoulders and pushes it down to pool around her ankles. She wants to be able to feel her skin against Maura's.
Maura starts to become impatient and finds herself rocking back into Jane. She loses herself in the feeling of her buttocks rubbing against Jane's warm skin. Jane is hot-blooded Italian. It's not long though, until Jane's hands are gripping her hips once again and they begin to build up to a punishing but rhythmic pace.
Erotic sounds of slapping skin and staccato moans fill the kitchen. Maura is meeting her every thrust, pushing Jane harder and faster. She knows that Maura likes this a little fierce.
Jane feels the warm burn in her abs, but she holds her pace, gripping tighter at the flesh of Maura's hips. Maura's cries rise in pitch, a tell-tale sign for Jane to finish the job. She wraps her right arm low around her girlfriend's hips and slides her left hand around and down to the hard, fleshy bundle of nerves between Maura's spread legs. The second she makes contact, Maura grips her right hand and falls quiet.
The initial jolt of pleasure gives way to rolling waves that rush out from her core in every direction. "Ah Jane!" She pulls Jane's hand up and holds it to her chest, needing to feel her girlfriend close.
Jane pulls her left hand away from Maura's still pulsing core so that she can wrap herself more fully around the satiated woman.
They stay that way for a long and peaceful moment, Maura enveloped in Jane's warmth and love. When they are both ready, Jane slowly pulls the phallus free and takes it off, along with the harness.
Maura fixes her skirt and turns to Jane. Jane is now standing in the middle of the kitchen completely bare, except for the coveralls around her ankles. Maura presses herself up against Jane's front and runs her hands up and down Jane's toned back. "Thank you," she whispers and kisses Jane softly. "That was," she pauses, and with wicked grin, squeezes Jane's buttocks. "Incredibly sexy."
"Oh yeah?" Jane takes it upon herself to start undressing Maura, starting with the red blouse.
"Oh, absolutely." Maura leans back just enough to give Jane space to unfasten her buttons. "Do you have any fantasies that we can explore?"
Jane stops with the button, surprised by her answer to Maura's question. "I do actually!" She takes her gaze away from the bra-clad breasts before her and looks into Maura's curious eyes. "Lingerie model."
"You?" Maura practically squeals with excitement.
"No!" Jane looks horrified. "I meant you, obviously."
"Well no, it wasn't obvious, but it'll still be so fun!" Maura tears herself from Jane's arms and starts moving quickly towards the stairs. She gasps, "Oh, I have just the set. It's new and you haven't seen it yet." She starts bouncing up the steps. "Just stay there. I'll call you up when I'm ready."
Maura disappears upstairs leaving Jane to wait again. Although, this time she takes comfort in the fact that she is waiting indoors, and is safe from being caught by her moth-
"Girls? I heard someone scream outsid- Jane! Why on Earth are you naked?"
"Ma?" Jane whips around to face the back door, forgetting the mass of material encasing her ankles. She catches a quick glimpse of her mother, standing in the doorway, before she hits the ground.
"Oh, Janie! Are you okay?" Angela gasps and rushes forward to help her daughter up off of the floor.
Jane shoots a hand out, "No! Just leave, please Ma?"
Angela then notices the harness and glistening phallus sitting on the kitchen counter. "Oh!"
"What is happening down here?" Maura reaches the bottom of the steps and takes in the scene.
Angela and Jane take in Maura. She is wearing sheer, translucent, black panties and a matching teddy, although she may as well be just as nude as Jane is. The lingerie does little to cover her up.
"I'm so sorry!" Angela frets and rushes out the door, shutting it firmly behind her.
Jane pushes herself up off of the floor and kicks off the coveralls in a dramatic scene of embarrassment and self pity.
Maura can see that their games are over for tonight. "Do you want to come have a nice hot bath with me?" She suggests encouragingly.
"Yeah." Jane pouts and shuffles towards Maura.
"Do you want to sit in front and have me cuddle you from behind?" Maura takes Jane's hand and leads her up the stairs.
"Yeah." She mopes slowly up each step. "And can you wear that to bed?"
Maura squeezes Jane's hand. "Anything for you, my love."