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Jane's voice is the only thing that can be heard in the empty lower level of the precinct.
With her hands on her hips, she nods her head several times. "She was flirting with you."
Maura looks over her shoulder as she walks toward her office. "She was not, Jane."
"Yes she was, Maura."
Steps from her office door, Maura stops, turns all the way around, and looks at Jane inquisitively. "You really think so?"
"Yeah. I do. And I think it was pretty obvious to every else in the room, too. You can be so dense sometimes."
Maura tilts her head, still trying to decide if Jane is right.
Jane's laughter breaks Maura's train of thought. "You're so dense sometimes." She walks past Maura, into Maura's office, plopping down on the couch.
"I am not, Jane."
"You totally are." Jane's hands cover her face and she rubs her tired eyes. When she removes her hands, she adds, "Whatever, her efforts were in vain anyway."
Genuinely confused, Maura squints her eyes. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, it's not like you would be interested."
"How do you know that?"
"Well, I...uhh." Jane evaluates everything about Maura's stance. There is nothing challenging or dishonest about the way Maura is looking back at her, and Maura's tone is completely genuine. "I guess I don't know that."
"And you think I'm the dense one." Maura's eyes roll as her presses her index finger to the center of her own chest.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You just make a lot of assumptions, Jane."
"Ooookkkaaay. Wait." Trying not to seem overly interested or needy, Jane does her best to sound casual. "Would you be interested if she were flirting with you?"
"Not necessarily. I hardly know her and she's a little young, but I certainly wouldn't rule it out before getting to know her a little better."
Simultaneously angry that a new recruit had the guts to flirt openly with Maura and intrigued by Maura's interest, Jane becomes increasingly interrogative. "Really? You would go out with her?"
"Of course. She hasn't given me any reason to turn her down right away. Plus, she's kind of sexy."
A current of jealously spreads through Jane until it transforms into a heightened body temperature and a buzzing in her ears. "No she's not."
"Yes she is. Also, something about her look makes me feel like she has a naughty side and I love that." Maura brushes the surface of her desk with her fingertips, tilts her hips forward slightly and audibly exhales. It's far from subtle, but she stopped being subtle with Jane a long time ago.
Jane's mouth drops open and she stands completely still. Her mind instantly scans through all of the naughty things she wants to do to Maura—things she had never thought about doing with anyone else. The ache between her legs produces ample moisture as she continues to think about stripping Maura naked and touching her all over, inside and out.
As Jane processes, Maura walks behind her desk and clicks her computer screen on. "Oh. It looks like the test results are in."
"Huh?"
Maura is fully aware of Jane's reaction to her comments and does not feel one modicum of guilt about prodding the detective. Patiently, she watches as Jane struggles to quell the arousal that is testing her resolve. As usual, Jane attempts to cram it into a tidy, little corner of her consciousness. Maura has witnessed this emotion in Jane many times, and knows if it were to fully surface, Maura wouldn't hold anything back. However, she also knows that to avoid a complete Jane meltdown, it would need to start on Jane's terms; so Maura stifles her own desires and gives Jane room to retreat.
"So, do you want to go through the test results with me or do you want to call it a night? I didn't realize it was so late."
"Let's just forget it. I think I'm gonna head home. This has been a long day."
"Okay, Jane. I'm just going to scan through these results and then go home, too. But you don't have to wait for me."
"You sure? The building is pretty much empty besides the desk guys upstairs."
Maura smiles reassuringly. "I'm sure. Go ahead. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Okay then. G'night."
"Good night, Jane." A soft wave goodbye marks the end another frustrating conversation.
Jane exits Maura's office, and begins to make her way through the morgue—her head down and her mind consumed. As she mentally adds the conversation to her ever-growing pile of missed opportunities, Jane berates herself. "A fuckin rookie, Rizzoli."
The weight of her regret settles and she stops right before she hits the morgue doors. "You know what? No."
With vehement determination, she turns and walks back toward Maura's office. She enters with a huff and slams the door shut behind her, startling Maura.
"Jane! You scared me!" What are you..." Unwillingly to risk losing her nerve, Jane walks quickly. She stops short directly in front of Maura, bends forward and grabs the back of her head, pulling her into an impassioned kiss. Maura groans as she responds—her hands sliding under Jane's suit jacket grabbing at her shirt.
Clutching Maura's arms so tightly that Maura has to bite back a screech, Jane pulls her to her feet, still kissing fervidly. She extends an arm behind Maura and swipes everything off the right side of the desk and then shoves Maura back onto it. "Jane!"
Maura's heels clack loudly against the floor as Jane shoves her back onto the desk. "I'm sorry, but I don't give a shit right now."
They make eye contact, both panting as their stare burns. "I don't either." Breathing loudly, she grabs for Jane's belt buckle, quickly slipping in open.
Jane's mouth locks over Maura's pulse point, stopping Maura's actions. She grins wickedly into Maura's neck as she hears the gasp that escapes Maura's tensed throat. In one swift movement she pulls Maura's sweater over her head, immediately cupping the bra-clad breasts that are now exposed. Squeezing roughly, she hisses, "Shit, Maura."
Maura's body is shaking as Jane unzips her skirt and pulls it off, taking Maura's heels with it. When Jane's eyes meet Maura's body nothing but a light pink bra and panties, she feels as if she is breathing fire. Pulling Maura's panties aside, she begins to massage Maura's drenched pussy with four flattened fingers.
"Ohhhhh. Oh. Jane." Jane pulls her upper body back to look at Maura, who is absolutely perfect like this. Her chest, neck and face are flushed; her nipples are tense against the thin, see-through, material of her bra. Jane's other hand clutches the back of Maura's neck as she continues to rub Maura's clit that is plump with arousal.
"Yes, Jane." She kisses Jane with an open, panting mouth and then mutters into Jane's mouth. "Please. I want you inside of me." Lifting one foot onto the desk, Maura spreads herself open for Jane and then grabs Jane's hand, guiding it lower. She lets go and Jane immediately thrusts two fingers into Maura. Maura's eyes roll back-her corded neck a darker pink now.
"Ohhhh. Goddddd." She drops her weight onto her hands behind her on the desk as she raises her hips to meet Jane's forceful thrusts. Jane grabs Maura's ass, sliding her fingers between Maura's ass cheeks and helps Maura rock against her hand.
"Guhhh. Jane. Ohhh." As Maura moves with Jane, her bra strap slips down her shoulder, teasing Jane with the view. Jane watches the fabric droop away from Maura's bouncing breast, revealing the rim of a puckered areola and she immediately wants more. She practically growls. "Fuck, Maura. I need to see your tits. Take you bra off."
Maura drops her ass onto the desk with a slap, quickly unclasps her bra and throws it aside. Before Maura turns back around, Jane bites down on a hardened nipple and drags it between her front teeth. "Ahhhh. Jane!" Maura arches her back and neck, as Jane repeats the action on the other nipple. "Oh, fuckkk, Jane."
Jane's thrusting becomes more powerful as she pulls back and watches Maura begin to slam against her, with a purposeful rhythm.
"Don't stop, Jane. Oh my god. Please don't stop." Maura's voice is deeper than Jane has ever heard from her and Jane can barely contain herself as she watches Maura's trim body tighten in the wake of an orgasm. "Yes, Maura. Come, so I can flip you over and fuck you again."
"Uhhhh. Jaaaaannnneeee!" When her climax cracks through her, Maura lifts her other foot on top of the desk and freezes, completely spread, her body quivering. Her clamped muscles hold Jane's fingers in place and Jane hooks her fingers, moving them with determination against the ridges of Maura's front wall, forcing a choked moan from Maura.
As her orgasm begins to retreat, Maura drops back onto the sticky surface of the desk and sighs in satisfaction. Jane removes her fingers and begins to flip Maura over, only to be met with acute resistance. Maura pushes her back, and slides off of the desk. "No, Jane. Stop!"
Sweaty, flushed and so, so sexy, Maura stands in front of Jane. She cups Jane's core over her pants. "I want you."
She whips them around, pushes Jane back toward the desk and grabs both sides of Jane's shirt. Burying her face in Jane's neck, she inhales deeply, before husking, "God, I want you, Jane… so, so badly."
Tugging sharply, she rips Jane's shirt open, sending buttons flying. She pushes her fingers under the cups of Jane's bra, and tugs her nipples. Completely overwhelmed by Maura's brusque movements, Jane struggles to stay on her feet as Maura scrapes her nails down her stomach. "Uhhhh…Maura."
Maura drops to her knees, nimbly undoes the button and zipper on Jane's pants, and pulls them and her panties to her ankles. Before Jane has the chance to kick her boots off and remove her pants and panties from her ankles, Maura licks thoroughly up her slit, humming as she moves.
"Oh my godddd, Maura." Jane growls as her eyes sink into the sight of Maura on her knees, in nothing but soaking wet panties that are still pulled to the side.
"You taste so good, Jane." Smirking up at Jane, Maura makes quick work of pulling off Jane's shoes, socks, pants and panties. She kisses Jane's inner thigh, while keeping seductive eyes connected with Jane's. As she dives back in, Jane leans her weight back and perches on the desk. Maura runs her hands under Jane's thighs and lifts them onto her shoulders, as she opens her mouth over Jane's dripping core.
Maura's licks and sucks become ferocious-making sexy slurping sounds as she works Jane's into a tumult of pleasure. When Jane begins to hump her mouth, Maura's lust grows and she removes her mouth. "What the fuck, Maura. I was so…"
Jane's desperation cracks in her voice, but before she can finish, Maura grips her hand and pulls her forward. "I know. I just want more of you." She yanks Jane's arm, pulling Jane off the desk, crashing into her on the floor. She drops back onto her back and looks directly at Jane who is straddling her thighs. "I want you to ride my face."
Jane's eyes widen, and a girly whimper trickles from her mouth. "You're even naughtier than I thought you'd be."
Maura sits up and kneads Jane's breasts as she speaks. "Well, you're even sexier than I thought you'd be." With one final tweak of Jane's nipples, she continues, "Now, sit on my face."
Jane moves on her knees over Maura's face, and pauses-her center just inches from Maura's face. Trembling, she reaches under her body and runs her thumb over Maura's lips and then over Maura's front teeth. "Shit, Maura. You're so fucking hot."
She pulls her hand away and hisses as her pussy comes into contact with Maura's warm mouth. Grabbing fistfuls of Maura's hair, Jane slides herself back and forth against Maura's flattened tongue. When Maura squeezes her ass cheeks, she begins to feel her summit building.
Watching Jane bounce and rock over her sends a continuous torrent of arousal through Maura. When Jane drops her weight back and captures Maura's breasts in her strong hands, Maura cannot help but reach down and stroke herself.
Her other hand slaps as Jane's ass and she circles her tensed tongue around Jane's hard clit. Jane jolts, tightening and screaming. "Fuccccckkkkkk. Ahhhhhh." Jane's lower half remains completely still as her upper body convulses. Maura continues to rub herself as Jane's hands move to her own chest where they grasp perky breasts.
Jane gushes into Maura's mouth and Maura's own need swells further against her fingers. Humming against Jane's center, she momentarily stops her fingers' movements and focuses on applying the perfect amount of pressure to Jane's throbbing pussy.
As Jane begins to come down, Maura can no longer fight the pounding between her legs and begins to rub her own clit again.
"Oh fuck, Maura. Hold on." Jane slides down Maura's body until she is between her spread legs. She snatches Maura's hand and pushes Maura's wet fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. When she removes the fingers from her mouth, Maura begins to beg.
"Please, Jane. Pleeeassse."
Jane catches Maura's other hand and presses both of them over Maura's breasts and squeezes. "You can play with these."
She then slithers further down and wraps her mouth around Maura's thrumming pussy. Maura palms her owns breasts, lifting and compressing them as her hips buck up against Jane's mouth. Jane throws her arm over Maura's hips and flicks her clit with her tongue, as she trails her finger back and forth over Maura's opening. After a few teasing strokes, she dips her finger lower between Maura's ass cheeks.
A strangle yelp echoes through the office as Jane applies pressure to Maura's puckered opening. "Yes, Jane. Yes." Maura's hips fight against Jane's arm, as she thrashes against Jane's movements. "Do it, Jane."
Jane slowly pushes her finger into Maura, reveling in the warm flow Maura releases into her mouth as she does. She sucks harder at Maura's spread center and pushes her index finger in a little further, feeling Maura opening up slightly around it.
"Oh, god, Jane. So fucking good." Maura's hands abandon her breasts and dig into Jane's scalp. Jane continues to lick at Maura, moving her finger in and out just a few centimeters. The sexy whimpers and whines coming from Maura accent Jane's movements.
"Jannnnneeeeeeee!" Maura cums and her hips buck powerfully, breaking Jane's arm's restrain. Jane's finger sinks to the knuckle inside of Maura as she rises with her and continues to work Maura's clit until a final flow of juices leaks from Maura. "Ohhhh...ahhhhhhhhhh. Yesss."
Gently withdrawing her finger, Jane watches as Maura's hips drop and her body goes flacid. Sitting above Maura, Jane's eyes move slowly over Maura's body, resting when met with an appreciative gaze and a smile.
Jane giggles and nods. "I agree. That was awesome."
She lies on top of Maura and trembles as their hard nipples brush. Reaching up, Maura sweeps her hand down the side of Jane's neck, over her collarbone and across the span of her chest bone.
"So, I guess this is a good time for me to mention that I really don't want you to be naughty with anyone else…but me."
The smile that lifts across Maura's entire face is the most perfect thing Jane has ever seen. When she can finally speak through the smile, Maura responds, "I don't want to be naughty with anyone else…but you, Jane."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Awesome. So, do you want to do more naughty things now, or ummm…" One side of Jane's mouth extends to the side, as her face twists into a smirk. "Or, ummm…later?"
Chuckling, Maura grips the back of Jane's head and pulls her toward her, pausing right before their mouths collide. "Definitely now."