Hey all!

So apparently Rizzoli and Isle's is in much need of fanfiction! I received so many comments and personal messages and it just made my heart swell up. Just to be clear- I have no idea where this is going or what this is doing. This may be a story. This may be purely smut. This may be a mixture of both. I have no idea. HOWEVER, since apparently this fandom needs some writing (hopefully i can provide quality writing...i hope?), I want to get YOU INVOLVED!

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Maura descended onto my neck, keeping my wild curls at bay with one hand. She kissed and bit the sensitive flesh of my pulse-point until I was writhing uncontrollably beneath her. She had a knee on each side of my hips – not allowing me to gain any access to friction and definitely not allowing me the ability to move my hips the way they craved. She eventually trailed her tongue up to my ear and licked the outer ridge before biting down on my ear lobe. I had never realized that my ears were sensitive or could even be a turn on until Maura licked the ridge earlier in the night. The first time she had, a shiver went down my spine – this time was no different. She grazed her teeth along the edge of my ear, smiling into the flesh after noting my body's automatic response.

I raised my hands up to tangle in her hair, to keep her close, but she intercepted my wrists and pinned my hands above my head, holding them to the soft mattress below with her strong and steady fingers. While holding my hands in place, she continued trailing her tongue to different parts of my neck and shoulders – tasting and biting the flesh she came into contact with. My body was already responding to the teasing of innocent skin, but then Maura reached a large, hard nipple and slowly drew it into her mouth once before retreating and trailing slow, hard kissing around the areola and surrounding skin – leaving my body craving and needing more contact.

I tried to buck my hips upward to get her attention, but she ignored my pleas. "Patience" was all she said.

She moved her mouth back to my lips and kissed me deeply – her tongue immediately engaging in fierce battle with my own muscle. She licked the bottom of my tongue, encouraging me to follow her back into her mouth. When my tongue breached her lips, she wrapped her pedals around and sucked on the tip gently, eliciting a guttural moan. My head was spinning – and I was almost certain the alcohol that was consumed earlier was not playing a role at this moment. She released my tongue to kiss me again and extended the tip of her tongue to draw a line across the lowest part of my lower lip. A tingling sensation shot from my lips to my jaw, up my neck and into my head. I broke the kiss to regain breath.

"So many don't know that little trick. The ultrasensitive buccal nerve lines the lower lip and is typically disregarded erogenous zone. Makes you tingle…" Maura teased, breathing against my lips – her eyes dark and glossy – almost predatory.

Of course, Dr. Google had a fun fact. "Maur…"

"Patience, Jane," she demanded.

"I have been patient…"

"People who engage in tantric practice have been known to have hours of foreplay," she stated softly, moving her lips to my rib cage and biting down gently before caressing the bruise with her tongue.

That's it – I was done. I was a puddle and there was nothing more that I could do except to lay back and let Maura work me like a little toy. The problem was she knew too much. A guy gets hard and then its 5-20 minutes of intercourse and it's done. Maura seemed very happy enjoying her time playing with every cell of my naked form – except the cells that actually craved being touched. She wouldn't let me grind against her or move on her thigh – she wouldn't let me touch her… I was in hell. Absolute, glorious, painful, amazing hell.

She moved her hands down my torso, scratching lightly at the flesh as her tongue made its way to my breast – teasing me. She kissed and licked every area but the area I needed – and she knew it. I was not one to beg, ever. But if she kept it up, I was heading in that direction very quickly. She looked up at me with loving eyes, her expression softening when she saw my pained look. She licked her thumb and pointer finger before recapturing my gaze and rolling my painfully hard nipple between her fingers. I groaned loudly, my head thrashing to the side. I subconsciously moved my hands towards her, but her voice brought me back to reality.

"Keep them above your head or I tease you that much longer. Do not move them until I tell you that you can," she directed sternly.

A new course of heated liquid pooled between my thighs – not that she could really tell as I was clenching my thighs so tightly together trying to relieve some of the aching strain. I tangled my fingers into my hair tightly, looking Maura directly in the eyes. God I didn't know if I could be teased much longer. Maybe Maura was doing one of her weird experiments and this time I was the subject and she was testing to see how long I could go through this glorious torture before I spontaneously combusted. I wasn't sure, but all I knew is that was exactly what was going to happen if I didn't get some release, soon. It was absolute torture because it was like Maura knew all of my sensitive spots without even trying. She knew where and how to touch me to completely ignite my body –and had only figured it out during her first pass of my body (something none of the men I had been with had ever done, including Casey or Dean).

Maura noted my tangled hands and smiled at me before dropping her head back down and capturing a taut nipple with her lips – drawing it entirety into her mouth initially and then letting everything but the tip of the nipple go. She sucked on the tip vigorously, breaking only to roll her tongue along the bud. She found a rhythm with her mouth, her fingers on the other nipple keeping time. She moaned loudly into my sensitive flesh – which only served to increase my frustration. She switched breasts and mimicked her previous actions – this time taking her time licking the nipple slowly and lightly grazing the abandoned nipple with the pad of her thumb.

As her rhythm on my nipple increased, so did the rocking of her hips into me. She shifted her lower body to move in between my legs – my soaked core pressing against her pelvis. She began grinding into me – my throbbing center thankful for the rhythmic pressure. I locked my legs around her hips – pulling her in closer and tighter to me – my hips moving upwards during her downward grind, effectively increasing the pressure and pleasure. The friction wasn't much, but I was absolutely soaked and so ready to have a release that my body began tricking itself and I felt a low pressure build in my lower stomach.

Maura stopped her movements and I chastised myself for letting it show on my face – she knew exactly what was happening. But instead of moving away completely, like I thought she was going to, she snaked a hand between us and let her middle finger gather the wetness seeping out of my core. I shook from the sensation of her fingers on the sensitive skin. She slowly moved her finger, studying the landscape of my pussy – I'm sure testing to see just how different it was from hers. Maura and I were opposites in almost every way, it was no surprise that we were different here too. She spread my smaller lips and let her fingers slide through the wetness, down to my entrance and up to my throbbing nub several times.

Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sensation – a tingling, heightened arousal, the walls of my empty core contacted in want, my nub throbbed mercilessly and my head thrashed from side to side.

"You like that, huh, Jane?" She whispered into my ear.

"What…?" I breathed, barely able to focus on what was going on.

"You see, what many men don't know is that most of the nerve endings that contribute to the female orgasm are on the surface of the vulva… so by focusing and teasing the labia majora and minora, the Skene glands, and other areas around the actual vagina, it creates a much more positive experience," she explained, her fingers continuing to rub her fingers against my inner lips and my entrance.

I moaned loudly - my fingers digging into my scalp to keep from grabbing at her skin or overpowering her. My hips rocked up against her, as she slid two long fingers into my tight channel. She slowly drew them out and pushed the back in, creating an agonizingly slow rhythm- causing me to cry out loudly, a string of curses flowing from my lips. She continued to pump in and out of me, her lips making their way to a large nipple – teasing me relentlessly. It felt as if she was playing me – knowing exactly what my body needed, but not really giving it to me in an effort to keep all control.

On each pump inside of me, Maura ground her hips into mine, adding a little extra pressure, extra weight to the slow thrust. She wiggled her thumb up between my lips and captured my small bud under the pad of her thumb. I nearly levitated off the mattress, with a loud, guttural, "Fuck". She moved her thumb in small, slow circles, teasing the entrapped nub beneath. My breath caught in my throat as the slow pressure built in my lower belly. Maura's actions were enough to bring me on the brink of the edge and keep me there, but (and she knew) they were not enough to send me over.

"Maur…. Please…" I begged, losing all my reserve and all the pride I had in 'not' begging. I just needed to feel her – more than I already was.

Maura let go of my nipple with a 'pop' before lifting her head to look me in the eyes. The moment her eyes turned from teasing to serious, her thrusts inside me quickened, her fingers more forceful as she added a third finger stretching my walls. The small amount of pain from the stretch of my core was nothing in comparison to the amazing feeling of each drag of her fingers along my inner wall. She sped up the circles on my clit as she worked me into oblivion. With each thrust I cried out – the pressure building and building until I finally was pushed over the edge. My body stiffened and my inner walls tightened around her fingers, holding them in place just before my warm liquid coated Maura's elegant fingers.

She stilled her fingers and her thumb, but did not extract them. My inner walls continued to flutter against her. She kissed me deeply – her tongue exploring all the depths and crevices of my mouth before I could even properly catch my breath. My legs fell onto the mattress – still wide open as she was settled between my thighs. The more she kissed me, occasionally sucking on my tongue, or biting the flesh of my lip, the more I felt my body re-awakening.

I had ever had more than one orgasm at a time. Was it normal to have multiple? Apparently, Maura thought it was normal as she was already rousing my body. I cried out when she moved the once-still fingers inside of me, dragging the tips of her fingers roughly but slowly against my inner wall. She didn't thrust inwards hard – just enough to where I felt my channel expand to accommodate her – the walls fluttering against the intrusion. She continued to drag her finger tips against me until my body responded. My breath came in gasps as I lifted my hips up to meet her thrusts, silently begging for them to be just a little harder, a little faster.

Maura broke the kiss and smiled down at me. "You can do one more, can't you?" she teased, her fingers working in my hot core.

Never stopping her movements, she kissed my neck and my shoulders – making her way down to my stomach and eventually setting her face right between my thighs.

I inhaled sharply – suddenly nervous. As confident as I tended to appear to be was actually just how self-conscious I was. I mean, I guess I had levels. I was accustomed to working out in a sports bra and yoga pants or shorts – so showing my abs (which also looked damn good) was nothing. However, I was not accustomed to showing someone my breasts – except during sex, and I definitely wasn't accustomed to someone's face being right between my thighs. Out of all the sexual encounters I had experienced, I could count on one hand how many times someone's face was was between my thighs. I could count on one finger how many of those times actually ended up being a positive experience.

"You can let go of your hair, Jane," Maura directed just before licking my lips, her tongue finding my sensitive nub almost immediately.

My hands flew to her hair – tangling in the dark blonde locks. Maura took her time licking, kissing, and nipping at my lips and clit. She didn't rush through it, but rather took her time, moaning into my hot, wet center. This was new. I had never had someone take their time or take the time to moan in pleasure at the taste of my pussy. The vibrations from her moan coursed through me – igniting a new energy inside of my sex.

As my hips began to move faster against her face, she increased the speed of her fingers and of her tongue, bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm. The feeling of her tongue on my sex was so different than her fingers inside – her lips and tongue were soft and smooth compared to the hard and unyielding thrusts of her fingers. The dual sensation was almost too much for me to bear – but I refused to let go just let…it felt so damn good. I tightened my grip into her hair as she circled my clit with her tongue before drawing the tip into her mouth and sucking on it lightly. I screamed into the air hoping my loud curses would not be heard by the house next door or worse, my mother in the guest house.

I felt the familiar pressure build in my lower belly – my walls tightening around Maura's thrusting fingers.

"Don't you dare come, Jane Rizzoli," she commanded before thrusting her tongue back against my clit.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I squeezed my eyelids tight, trying to focus on anything but the building pressure. She drew her fingers out almost completely before slamming them back into my core again and again as she grazed my throbbing, aching nub with her teeth in between sucking it into her mouth. I wasn't sure how long I could hold on – my hips were bucking against her wildly on their own accord. I no longer had any control of my body. My reactions were completely subconscious and almost primal.

I felt a change in sensation as Maura's fingers moved to rub my clit roughly and her tongue plunged deep into my core. My body rose up off the bed – surprised at the different intrusion, my walls trying to grab ahold of her quickly moving muscle. The pressure had reached it maximum and I was slipping – I couldn't hold on.

"Maur…I can't… I'm going to…"

She moved her tongue out of me. "Not until I say," she commanded again – plunging her strong muscle back into my spasming core.

I groaned loudly, releasing her hair and bringing my left fist to my mouth, biting down on the flesh of my hand to keep myself from going over that edge.

Maura started an unpredictable rhythm of her tongue and fingers – moving her tongue in and out of me, then slipping her fingers in for a few strong thrusts while licking my clit or sucking on it for a minute. I couldn't foreshadow her next move and that unpredictability drove me absolutely insane. I couldn't hold on any longer – the next time she thrust her fingers inside of my core, my walls gripped them tightly – nearly breaking them – and held onto them, spasming against her as she licked and sucked at my clit. I tried to keep from exploding – but I was losing that battle very quickly.

She reached her free hand up and rolled my nipple between her thumb and forefinger – pulling on the nipple intermittently.

"I can't…I can't…" I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my release crashing over me in forceful waves.

Maura's movements never slowed, in fact, I think she moved her fingers faster and harder inside of me, pounding into my core, fucking me – completely fucking me. Her tongue rolling on my clit at lightening speed, catching some of the stray juice that poured out of my cunt. The louder I screamed, the harder she fucked up. It was like Maura knew every angle to shift her wrist so she hit every tender spot – causing another wave to crash over me.

Bright white lights continued to flash behind my eye lids – even as she began to slow her movements, bringing me back down from crashing over the edge. After a few minutes, she withdrew her fingers, only to replace them with a soft, lapping tongue. She was not trying to reawaken my arousal, but simply was…for lack of a better term… loving me. Her tongue was languid, soft and warm – cleaning up all of the juice that spilled from my release. In between slow, tender licks, Maura rubbed her cheek against my trembling thigh and kissed it sweetly.

My hair was plastered to my head and I knew my wild curls had to be almost straight as they were soaked in sweat. My breath was shallow and my muscles were still trembling. It wasn't that I had had bad sex before, I just hadn't had sex like this before and I was sure that between it being new with Maura, the feelings I had had for her for years, and that she seemed to know about every nerve in the female anatomy – it was just intensified by like a gazillion.

"How are you feeling?" Maura asked tenderly, pushing my soaked hair away from my face.

I looked at her the same way I always looked at her when she asked stupid questions.

My mouth was dry and I couldn't respond verbally. Apparently, Maura caught onto that as just moments later she excused herself and came back to the room with a glass of water. I sat up – my entire body still shaky – and took the glass from her with trembling hands. The cool liquid felt exquisite going down my throat and quenching the thirst.

She took the glass from me and set it down on the coaster on her nightstand. Maura was seriously the only person in the world I could imagine having a coaster in their bedroom. She got up off the bed and began to pull down the comforters and sheets – helping me lift my body off the mattress so she could get that side too. She crawled back onto the bed and draped the covers over us both before opening an arm as to say 'come here'. Normally, I didn't like to be held – heck, I didn't even like to be hugged – but for some reason Maura, even platonically, did not fall into that category. She was the one person I didn't mind touching me or hugging me or seeing me vulnerable and it had been that way almost from the start. Whatever walls I had up to every other person, well, they never applied to Maura.

I rolled onto my side and placed my head down on her large breast. I immediately understood the fascination of breasts with men – they were comfortable, like a Tempur-Pedic pillow. Maura wrapped a strong arm around me and softly played with the skin of my back and the ends of my hair. Even though this interaction was on a totally different level, it was not the first time I had laid down on Maura's chest. Whenever something horrid had happened or I was feeling incredibly scared, Maura always opened herself up to me and, true to character, played with the ends of my hair or trailed her fingers along my clothed spine. I was not in that horrific space today, but I was still experiencing a certain level of vulnerability and Maura's actions were no less than what anyone would have expected. I fell asleep laying in her arms – as I had done many times before. Only now, there was a shift in our paradigm. But I would not think of it anymore tonight. No. I would wait to see what morning brought and just let myself be tangled up with the woman that I had fallen in love with the first time I saw her, nearly a decade ago.