A/N: So, this is kinda long...hope you don't mind.
"GILBERTI'S"
Maura read the sign out loud before she was led, hand in hand, through the entrance of the unfamiliar little restaurant. She silently thanked Jane for, once again, opening the door for her, being as chivalrous as ever. She could really get used to it.
Jane watched as her lovely companion took in the surroundings with an architect's scrutinizing eye. It wasn't as impressive as where they'd just come from, but Jane was counting on the food to make up for its modest appearance.
Maura's gaze bounced between the exposed brick walls and tacky Italian-themed knick-knacks and artwork strategically scattered around the place to reinforce the statement made by the country's flag hanging proudly near the entrance. There was also a giant wine rack visible from the very back wall that cradled bottles upon bottles of both red and white wine.
"Charming," commented Maura as they stepped further inside.
But seeing what was approaching, Jane scoffed, "Yeah, well, wait 'til you meet the chef."
The architect instantly forgot about the architecture and decor when a tall, dark and attractively scruffy man – whose uniform t-shirt was far too tight for his relatively muscular form – yelled out from across the restaurant.
"Jane!"
"Hey, Gi." Jane chuckled when Maura's hand reflexively tightened around hers. He looked pretty harmless in that too-small top and the hair-net on his head. He looked ridiculous.
"Well, well, well…" he drawled as he appraised her from head to toe. "Ya lookin' hot."
The Italian woman sighed and made a point to roll her eyes as dramatically as she could, briefly glancing down at the woman beside her who continued to study the man with a rather curious gaze. "Uh, thanks. Giovanni. You look… the same."
"Thanks, hey. Been hittin' the gym lately," he gave a crooked grin, flexing his pecs. Apparently he took that as a compliment. Maura turned away and covered her face behind Jane's back, trying to contain an impolite splutter of laughter. Giovanni's eyebrows shot right up when the woman standing slightly behind Jane finally caught his attention and he gave a low whistle, eyes wandering over her. "Yowzer! This her, Jane? This Maria?"
Maura ducked out of her hiding spot. "Actually, my name is Maura."
Jane tried to hide her smirk at the way Maura stepped closer to her under his appraising gaze.
"You did good, Janie."
"Well… not good." Maura corrected before she could stop herself. "Sorry, I couldn't help it."
"No, you're right Maur. And don't call me Janie."
Giovanni completely ignored his old friend's warning and piercing gaze. "Ah, so you're one of them refined ladies, huh? You can correct my English any time you want. I kinda like that. S'hot."
The other brunette rolled her eyes. She was hoping he would be able to behave for one night. They went over this. "No flirting with my date, Gi. I mean it. And don't call her hot; she's a woman, not a weather forecast." In one ear, out the other.
"Gi, you remember that conversation we had on the phone?" she asked.
He finally pulled his indecent gaze away from Maura and stared dumbly at Jane as if waiting for the memory to drop from the sky and into his brain. He slowly nodded his head and started to wring the dish towel in his hand when Jane's face did that thing where she makes a thousand different lethal threats through the sheer force and terrorism of her stare.
"This is Maura, my date…" she ground out.
Still nothing.
"We're here to eat... You're here to cook."
"Oh!" Getting back to business, a broad smile spread across his stubble-covered face. "Yeah, I knew that. I gotcha table right back here."
Jane rolled her shoulders as they wordlessly followed him to the back of the restaurant. As they weaved in and out of the white-clothed tables, Maura noticed something unusual. Leaning in slightly she whispered, "Jane, we're the only people here."
Jane pulled Maura's chair out and stood behind her stage-whispering, "That's the point, Maura." Maura's face registered surprise then complete adoration along with something else that Jane dared not think about for fear that she might push the blonde onto the table and bruise those pink lips.
Maura sat as Jane made her way to the opposite side. "You booked the entire restaurant out for our date?"
"Yeah..." she shrugged, "Well, sort of. Me and Giovanni go way back and he, uh… let's just say he owes me."
Maura only nodded her head, feeling secure in the fact that he couldn't possibly be an ex of hers, as the man in question came lumbering back over with a bottle of wine.
"Here's your…" he read the label out loud in his best European inflection, "Shadow dey la Valank. Just the one you wanted, right?"
Jane took one look at Maura's horrified face in response to Giovanni's atrocious French pronunciation and burst into laughter. She knew he really tried, but… it was still hilarious.
"You mean, Chateau de la Valance?" Maura said as she leaned in to read the label herself.
"Uh, of course. That's what I said ain't it?"
"Actu-"
"Yeah, Gi…" Jane saved the man's pride as she pried the bottle from her rough-and-ready maitre'd/waiter/wine connoisseur/chef and sent a subtle wink in Maura's direction. "That's exactly what you said. Thanks a lot."
"Sure, anything for you, Janie."
"Don't call me-"
"Listen, I'm gonna get yous some menus. Be right back."
He rushed toward the kitchen, nearly falling over a chair. Jane uncorked the bottle and commenced to pour the smooth liquid into their wine glasses.
"So this is where you wine and dine all the ladies."
Jane's brow lifted of its own accord. "All what ladies?"
"The ones before me." Maura quirked an eyebrow, fishing for some insight into Jane's past.
"There weren't that many. Besides, you're the only one I ever booked out a whole restaurant for."
Maura felt a tingle of possessive pride, claiming this gesture – this moment – as just hers and Jane's. "Really?"
"Yeah, I thought we could use some privacy." Jane nearly fell out of her chair when she finally looked up again to meet dark green eyes.
"Well, that's quite… thoughtful."
A sizzling silence covered them both as neither of them ventured to move or be the first to look away. Their moment was dowsed with water, literally, as Giovanni came back with some water and a couple of menus.
"Here you go. Hey," he pointed at Maura who was taking a rather large gulp of her wine. "You like it?"
"Yes, thank you. It's delicious."
"You're very welcome, Mara."
"Maura."
"Right, sorry. You know what you want yet, Janie?"
Jane's jaw tensed and relaxed repeatedly as she slowly looked up to Giovanni. How many times did she have tell him not to call her that? Sure, they had known each other a long time – in fact, knowing this blue collar, Boston-Italian cook came in handy – but in Jane's mind, pretending to be his girlfriend once to get rid of an annoying girl left him eternally in her debt. Refusing to ruin her date by blowing up at him over something so trivial, she took a cleansing breath and closed her menu.
"Yes, I'm gonna go with the Stuffed Chicken Marsala."
Giovanni quickly scribbled it down and looked over to the blonde, who was gazing not at her menu, but at the woman sitting across from her.
"Uh, Maura. You know what you want?" asked Jane, not sure what she just missed.
Maura knew that Jane spoke Italian, but that didn't stop her from practically drooling when the language rolled off of the woman's tongue. In her stupor she realized that she hadn't even looked at the menu. She cleared her throat. "What do you usually order when you eat here?"
"The Ravioli di Portobello, but just because I like it doesn't mean you will."
Maura smirked as she handed her menu to Giovanni who tucked them under his arm and left to take care of the orders. "Why not? I mean, you obviously have good taste."
Jane laughed and nodded, taking a sip of her water, "The very best."
"Jane! Wait, so you actually chased after him?"
"What can I say? I got a little carried away."
Maura's hand covered her mouth as she cackled at Jane's anecdote. They had finished their meal and were now waiting for what was promised to be the best chocolate cake in the state of Massachusetts.
"Anyway," Jane said pointedly as the other woman's laughter persisted, "So, like I said, he thought if he just grabbed my sketch pad – the one with his profile in it – he'd get out of the two burglary charges and assault with a weapon.
"But in case you haven't noticed, I am very protective of certain things. Especially my art. So… hell yeah, I chased after him. The lead detectives on the case were right behind me – well Frost maybe, Korsak not so much – right up until we got to this gate and the perp tried to jump it. You ready for the best part?"
The blond eagerly nodded at the rhetorical question, completely engrossed in Jane's smooth story telling voice. She was at the edge of her seat with one hand wrapped around the base of her empty wine glass.
"So he starts climbing the gate and before he can get far, I reach up to grab his leg and pull him down, but instead of coming back with a body, I drag down the guy's freakin' pants."
"Oh, my." Maura didn't see that coming. "Please tell me he was wearing underwear."
"No." Jane blushed in embarrassment. That awkward moment when a lesbian sees a naked guy. "No, he wasn't."
Then Maura made the most melodic sound Jane had ever heard. Her hand went up to cover her heart as her stomach muscles ached from the past hour of Jane Rizzoli's stand-up comedy. She dabbed a napkin at the corners of her teary eyes with her other hand.
"He ended up falling down anyway and I had to keep him down so they could cuff him but, uh…" Jane laughed into her glass of water and emptied it. "Yeah, so that was my first day on the job. I had to tackle a naked guy who stole my sketchpad."
"Oh, wow that is quite a story."
"And after the arrest, they told me that even though I was only a sketch artist, if I was ever interested I had a bright future in law enforcement."
"I'll say." Maura took a small sip of her water in solidarity and leaned back in her seat.
"Okay, your turn. Most embarrassing story."
"Well," Maura picked up the almost empty bottle of wine and poured the last of it into her and Jane's glasses. "There was that one time my son was almost suspended from pre-school."
Jane's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. She knew that Alice had a brief history of delinquency, but not sweet, innocent, little Jake. "What did he do? Kill someone with kindness?"
"Not… exactly." Maura tried to suppress her smile as she watched Jane from across the table. "Okay, so... Cognitive difficulty is usually most prominent in children between the ages of one to five years of age," Jane nodded in understanding. "And so, most physicians agree that it's imperative to check for signs of dyslexia, which begins its progression in those early ages-"
"Maur, you're rambling. Come on, I showed you mine," she smirked, "now, show me yours."
The architect rolled her eyes with a sigh, but continued none the less. "Jacob, sometimes had trouble pronouncing his words correctly. That's still true today, but more so when he was younger. Even with extra tutoring, he would distinctively mispronounce words that began with the letter 'T'."
"How did he pronounce it?"
"He would always replace the 'T' sound with an 'F' and one day at school, his class was on the playground when he-" Maura shook her head, already laughing at the memory, "he runs up to his teacher and shouts to the entire class… Big Fuck! Big Fuck! And you can only imagine how that parent-teacher conference went."
So lost in her thoughts was she, that Maura hadn't noticed the other woman disappear. Following the sound of wheezing, Maura looked over the side of the table to see that Jane was bent at the waist off to the side, arms clenching her sides as a spout of silent laughter racked her entire frame.
Jane finally sat back up in her seat and at the sight of the joyful tears seeping from her eyes, Maura couldn't hold back her own laughter any longer. "No, that's not even the best part," she said between gasps of air. "Ian and I started to have a good laugh with him. I knew it wasn't right, but it was really amusing."
At the mention of her nemesis, Jane's laughter tapered into a smile, "What did you do?"
"We started to ask him things like…Can you say good truck? Morning truck? What about slow truck?" Maura's laughing continued as she brought a hand up to fiddle with a lock of her curled hair.
"So you were making it worse?"
The blonde woman simply shrugged her shoulders and ducked her head a little. "God, I think Ian and I argued about which one of us he learned the f-word from for like a week before we realized it was just a slight speech mix-up."
At the fond faraway look in her eyes, Jane decided to take her chances and push a little. "You and Ian at least had fun with it then?"
She instantly cursed herself as the smile dropped from Maura's face. What was supposed to be light and curious came out more pissy and bitter.
"Yes, Jane. Despite what you may think, my marriage wasn't a complete joke."
"Shit." Jane reached over the table to grasp one of Maura's hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Okay, I did. I just didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
"It's fine, Jane." She gave a tight lipped smile as she released Jane's hand and reached for her wine and finished it. Maura could feel her head slightly swimming from her third glass of wine. She pressed her palms flat against the cool cotton of the table cloth. No more wine. The next stage after happy and flirty would be weepy.
"Maur?"
"Okay, fine. I know that my marriage was a train wreck. I mean, we shouldn't have even gotten married in the first place."
"If you don't mind me asking," Jane paused a second biting the inside of her cheek. "Why did you get married?"
Maura looked down at her lap trying to build her courage. She hated sharing that part of her life, because it was filled with so much sadness. Yet, it had created one of the best gifts she could ever receive. Motherhood.
"We met in college at BCU. My sorority and his fraternity were allied and in turn, we spent quite a lot of time together. He asked me out and because he was in the Greek scene, my sisters pressured me to accept; so I did.
"He took me on this little makeshift picnic at night in front of the harbor," she smiled affectionately as she thought about how they both had to sneak through the park to get there. "Anyway, we started dating shortly after and things were okay, I guess, but then…"
She finally looked up.
"What happened?" asked Jane.
"I got pregnant." Maura sighed heavily. "We'd only been dating for five months – against both of our parents' wishes, especially mine – but we decided that the best thing to do would be for us to get married."
"That was very honorable, Maura."
The architect scoffed and leaned back in her chair staring down at her empty plate. "It was stupid. I had Alice when I was only twenty years old. And I knew when I married Ian that I wasn't in love with him. I was lucky my parents didn't disown me or I wouldn't have even gotten through College… If I had it all to do again… I don't know." Maura shrugged.
"Maura," Jane reached across the table tugging at both hands until the hazel eyes met her own, "You did what you thought would be best for your child. And trust me, you have done an amazing job with both of them… So what if Alice is a little hostile sometimes and the little one curses…" Jane paused to let Maura smile up at her, "And if you had it all to do again, I think you would choose the same."
Maura marveled at how this woman could just make her feel better so effortlessly. Jane Rizzoli truly was an enigma to her. "You're right. If it meant I wouldn't have my crazy kids, I wouldn't change a thing."
"I know. You are a remarkable mother. No matter what a judge says and no matter what Ian says. Do you understand?"
With her lip tucked snuggly between her teeth she nodded a confident yes and then did something that surprised both herself and her dining partner. Impulsively she brought Jane's hands to her lips one by one and kissed the palms of Jane's hands. With some new found courage she tightened her grip on the strong hands and looked into uneasy eyes.
"When are you going to tell me about these?" She tried to ask as delicately as she could. Jane never mentioned her scars and whenever she was caught staring at them Jane would either stick them in her pockets or run her hand through her hair. A clear sign that she didn't want to discuss it. But since we're sharing…
"Maybe another time," she said pulling them away and placing them in her lap. "Enough heavy talk for one night, yeah?"
Willing to give Jane her space, Maura let it go and just as she was about to change the subject, their host returned.
"Sorry that took so long. Leo burned the damn things twice."
"Really, Gi?" Jane began, happy to have something else to focus on. "I was starting to think you were growing the damn cocoa beans yourself."
"Actually, cacao would be the correct term for the bean. Cocoa is the product made from it. And did you know that one cocoa tree produces about 50 pods twice a year. Each pod has enough cocoa for about eight bars of milk chocolate or four bars of dark. So each tree gives 400-800 bars of chocolate a year!"
"Really?" deadpanned Jane, Maura's adorkableness distracting her from her annoyance at Giovanni's delay.
"Yes, and I came across some interesting research published the year before last which showed a high correlation between a nation's chocolate intake and the number of Nobel Prizes it wins. Isn't that fascinating?"
Giovanni slowly placed the desserts down with his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows near his hairline. Maura smiled politely at him. Her vision finally found a smirking Jane in it and she turned her head to the side in want for an explanation for the ominous expression.
"What?"
"How in the hell do you know that?"
"I told you, Jane. I just like-"
"General knowledge. Yeah, I remember."
Maura's cheeks instantly flushed and she looked down to her vanilla bean cake and mindlessly fiddled with her fork. "I'm sorry. I've been told that I can be a bit… wordy."
"Don't apologize for being brilliant," the brunette said as she sent Giovanni away and picked up her fork. "Besides… I think it's hot," Jane said at the risk of sounding like a certain chef, but it was true.
"Really?"
Milky skin blushed pink as Jane placed a piece of cake into her mouth in answer. Her eyes fluttered shut as the sugary icing melted on her taste buds. "Mmmm..." she moaned rather loudly, "Maur, you've gotta try this." She scooped up another piece of her double chocolate cake and gestured the fork in Maura's direction.
Without hesitation, Maura sat forward and was about to take the cake between her lips when she saw Jane's eyes grow wide and then she chuckled.
"What's wrong?" Thinking that she may have had icing on her face, the blonde began self-consciously wiping at her chin. "Is there something on my face?
"No, it's just…" Jane's laughter quickly died down and she smiled fondly at the memory she was about to recount. "I had a dream about this exact moment. We were sitting across from each other just like this. And I was about to feed you a piece of cake when…"
Maura nodded for her to keep going.
"The plane hit some turbulence and you literally dropped out of my dreams and into my lap."
Realization quickly washed over Maura's features. "So that's what you were dreaming about when I woke you up to leave?" She thoughtlessly picked up Jane's hand assisting in putting the cake into her mouth.
"Yeah..."
"That explains a lot. Oh. My. God."
Jane eyed Maura through narrow slits. "You're gonna have my cake and eat it too, aren't you?"
Maura giggled and licked her lips. "That's the plan," she winked, meaning that in every way possible.
They went on that way, flirting and stopping a few times to feed each other cake. As much as Jane wanted to be annoyed at Giovanni, his entire family sure could throw down in the kitchen. Glancing at her watch to find that it was nearly eleven o'clock, Jane decided to bypass coffee in hopes that this wouldn't be the one night Alice came home early.
Maura repeatedly thanked Giovanni for his hospitality and when he asked Jane if his debt was paid off, she took Maura by the hand, leading her out the door after she threw a "Not even close!"over her shoulder.
Once they were in the car, the smaller woman reached her hand across the consol to connect with Jane's. Sitting back she reflected on her night. It had been by far the most thoughtful, perfect date that she had ever been on. Even though they got so caught up in conversation that time flew by and Jane was bummed she couldn't take them to their next location, Maura wouldn't change a thing. From the whole Ian spiel to the chocolate cake dream, Jane had known exactly what to say. She couldn't shake the thought of how right this felt.
"I can hear you thinking, Isles."
Maura only chuckled as she turned to look out the side window. "You know, Jane. I had a dream of my own about the two of us." She smiled as she could practically hear dark eyebrows shoot up into curly hair.
"Is that so?"
"Mmhmm." Was her only response while she unconsciously rubbed her thumb back and forth over her assistant's thigh.
"Do share."
Maura slowly brought her gaze around to fall on Jane's delicate, long neck. When she saw it bob up and then down as her assistant swallowed, her breath became shallow and her voice came out rasped.
"You really want to know?"
Jane consulted her wristwatch again as she escorted Maura, hand-in-hand, to her front door. "Is it this late already?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Thank God it's Friday. I don't plan on waking up any time before noon."
"Aww, did I wear you out already?"
"Hey, I haven't slept in two days trying to make sure tonight went off without a hitch. Cut me some slack."
"Tonight was perfect. I can't thank you enough."
"You could try…" was the teasing retort, also testing the waters a bit. After the story Maura told her of the sexy dream she had, self-control was a tall order.
Maura caught and held Jane's eye for a long moment before turning away with a sly smile. "Maybe I can make it up to you," she said as she dug her keys out of her purse.
"Yeah?" Jane easily wrapped her arms around her, spooning her upright. They seemed to always gravitate towards this position. "How?"
Maura carefully unlocked the front door as Jane refused to let go of her. "Would you like to come inside?" she asked over her shoulder, not yet ready for their time together to end.
Jane groaned. "More than anything in the world, but you might want to invite me into your house first," chuckled the taller woman into her ear, causing the body in her arms to vibrate in laughter as well.
"That isn't even anatomically- You have a one-track mind sometimes, you know that?" Maura opened the door for them to step in.
"You do know it's nobody's fault but yours, right?" Jane shut the door behind herself then discarded her blazer on the coat rack.
"Is it, now?"
"Absolutely. You shouldn't have told me about that dream of yours. And the later it gets, the less I can censor myself."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"I bet you will… I also bet you put this dress on knowing how much I'd like the way it looked on the floor, huh?"
Maura bit her lip, facing her. Guilty as charged. "Coffee or more wine?" she deflected instead.
Jane followed her towards the kitchen with a telling smirk, secure in the knowledge that she had won that round. "Whatever you're having's fine. May I use your bathroom?"
"First door on your left down that way."
Maura watched Jane disappear down the hallway. She let out a deep breath, holding her stomach as if the act alone could tame those wild butterflies. What a night. Time for a happy ending.
On her way back a few minutes later, Jane passed Maura's Architect of the Year Award on display, smiling to herself in reminiscence of the night that everything changed. She re-emerged to find Maura waiting in the living room with two glasses and an open bottle of wine on the coffee table while soft music played in the background. Wine… did that mean Maura didn't want her to drive home? Even the lights were softer, dimmed to perfection for a romantic evening in. She rubbed her hands together in anticipation. It felt like the night had only just started.
"Did I mention what a beautiful home you have?" she commented, joining Maura on the couch.
"Well, it took you long enough," quipped the hostess as she poured them both ample amounts of the overpriced burgundy beverage. She couldn't remember if this playful side of hers was present in her personality before Jane, but she was having a hard time shutting it off. It all just came so naturally now. "And you say you love architecture…"
"Oh, well excuse me, but I was a little distracted."
"Uh-huh…" Maura smirked and handed one glass over before she scooted closer until she was safely tucked under Jane's arm, then crossed one bare leg over the other.
Jane cleared her throat. "Toast?" she asked as she lifted her glass, pulling the golden-haired beauty further against herself.
Maura melted into the embrace and raised her own wineglass. "To first dates… the first of many, many more," she smiled up at her date, caressing a toned thigh.
Their glasses clinked together before Jane added on, "And to that dress… and those shoes. Not that I'm complaining, but I'll never understand how women, and some men, can stand to walk around in those stilts for hours and not complain."
Jane enjoyed the view while Maura extended her leg before her to display the 5-inch article in question as she giggled airily. "Well, I'll tell you a secret then… we do it because we know that at some point, it'll all be worth it."
"What could possibly be worth all that pain and discomfort?"
"They aren't always painful or uncomfortable… although I will admit I've been aching to take these off for a little while," she mumbled the last part in thought.
"Say no more."
Jane rid them both of their drinks before crossing over to sit on the opposite side of the couch. She settled against the arm and took Maura's legs with her, placing her feet on her lap. Returning the curious smile on Maura's face with her own grin, Jane revealed brightly painted toe-nails as she delicately slipped the health hazardous high-heels off, placed them on the floor and put her fingers to good use. The reaction was almost instant.
"Oh, my God," Maura moaned as Jane massaged both of her feet simultaneously.
The makeshift masseuse laughed. "Just Jane's fine, thank you. And I didn't peg you for the neon nail polish type."
"Ali talked me into it."
Jane snorted. "Go figure. At least this way you can always watch your step, even in the dark."
"That's exactly what she sa- Ooh… right there. Is there anything you can't do?"
"Uh… probably not."
The brunette was clearly feeling cocky, but Maura had to acknowledge it was well-earned. Her fingers were magical. "This isn't fair. Aren't I supposed to be the one making it up to you?"
Jane shrugged knowing her hands would hurt tomorrow, but she didn't care. This moment was just too damn perfect. "I just want to take care of you. So let me."
"Mm… If you're trying to get into my pants, Jane Rizzoli, you're one knot away."
Jane couldn't stop laughing. Maura was hilarious when she wanted to be. "With the sounds you're making, you'd swear I just found your g-spot."
Maura whimpered when a particularly erogenous zone was pressed. "I think-" she gasped this time as it was pressed again, "I think that's my J-spot."
As Jane rubbed, squeezed and kneaded the smooth contours of Maura's manicured feet, their wine, having served its purpose as a prop and segue, remained untouched from their very first sips, but the level of intoxication in the large but cosy room soared like mercury in a desert. The space went silent of chatter and music faded into the background as each woman's stomach stirred with a different type of hunger. Two pairs of half-lidded eyes, tinted black with lust, sought and held each other's blazing gaze until the sexual tension was thick enough to fog the space between them.
Faster than Jane ever thought humanly possible, she had a stunning blonde straddling her lap. She swallowed dryly. "I wasn't done."
"Oh, trust me. You're far from it."
"Thought we agreed to take things slow," she said, not that her hands heard her as they straightaway held the smaller woman closer.
"Jane," Maura breathed, her pulse already quickening, "we're adults. All I can think of right now are your mouth and your hands on me, and your clothes on the floor where they belong. Are you really going to stop me right now?"
Something inside Jane – resembling self-control – instantly fled. "I'm chivalrous, yes – not stupid. Baby, you're the boss."
And not long after her last word, were Maura's lips smashing into hers and short fingernails digging into her scalp to bring their faces impossibly closer. The last time they were in this position – already naked and wet in a hotel Jacuzzi with Ali and Jake a few doors down – Jane had pushed Maura away. But now, with the entire house to themselves, she wasn't about to make the same mistake twice. Even if she wanted to, Maura wouldn't have let her.
The older woman felt crazed. She hadn't felt this turned on since her hormonal teens, but on a whole new level. The anticipation of her wedding night couldn't even compare. With Ian, sex was always a race and she didn't even get off half the time. But right then in Jane's arms, she knew she wouldn't last long even if she tried. Also, her ex always had this expression on his face like there was a weird smell in the air. Decidedly unsexy. But Jane…
You have to be a tadpole not to be attracted to Jane.
You have to be a tadpole not to be attracted to Maura either, because Jane couldn't keep her hands to herself if she was in a strait jacket. Nothing – not a thing – could stop them from having sex tonight.
Maura suddenly yelped in surprise. Jane looked up at her with a mixture of confusion and arousal in her cocoa-brown eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Uh, did you bring something? You know… in your pocket."
Awareness dawned on her as she felt the vibration of her phone going off in her pocket. She chuckled as she pulled Maura's hips down into her and smirked when it released a delightful sigh.
"My, my, Ms. Isles. Toys on the first date?" As the ringing ceased, Jane dove back in and brought Maura into a searing kiss.
The phone dinged this time, indicating a text message.
"Mm-mm. Ignore it," Maura mumbled, barely detaching her lips from Jane's. The thought itself pained her.
And instead of responding to that, Jane deepened the kiss.
"Unzip me," demanded the woman on top, not a fan of time-wasting.
Frantic scarred hands roamed Maura's clad back as they tried to concentrate on seeking out the torturously teeny-tiny zipper somewhere along her undulating spine, while another pair of similarly zealous hands roughly tugged on Jane's belt, nearly yanking her clear off the couch if it wasn't for the blonde's delicate weight pinning her in place. They really meant business – in the pleasurable sense – but although Maura had Jane's belt unbuckled and her pants unbuttoned and unzipped in record time, Jane was having no such luck.
"I swear, Maur, if I can't find this damn zip in the next five seconds, I'm ripping this fucking dress off."
The owner of the offending garment moaned at the sound of Jane's desperation, but without fuss, she leaned back and shimmied the dress off over her hips and head, eliminating the problem with both efficiency and incredible sensuality.
"God, Maura. You're beautiful." One point to hormones; zero to propriety. Jane could not possibly complain as she was next. Where Maura's dress haphazardly landed, Jane's top soon followed to form a dark-blue heap of abandoned barriers before their bodies were pressed back together to enjoy the warm skin-on-skin contact and another searing kiss.
Just as Jane's phone rang again.
Hormones won once again. Decidedly ignoring it, her hands occupied with kneading Maura's ass to make up for all the times she'd been longing to grab it, Jane smoothly switched their positions so she hovered over Maura while she lay across the couch, legs automatically wrapping around a slim waist and nestling Jane's hard stomach between them. When the raven-haired woman tried kicking her shoes and loose pants off, however, she made the mistake of breaking their kiss, because then Maura said this: "If someone's calling at this hour, it could be an emergency, right?"
Jane's eyebrows shot up, not having the tolerance to even entertain the notion as her phone's ringtone rapidly topped her Top 40 Chart of 'things I never want to hear ever again – ever'. She only wanted to hear Maura moaning her name. "No," she quickly dismissed, nestling herself resolutely between smooth, warm thighs. "This is an emergency," she punctuated with a thrust of her hips.
"Yes-" Maura agreed with a chuckle turned moan, promptly forgetting what had just been said when a sharp, almost painful, jolt of arousal shot through her entire core.
But the seed had already been planted.
"But then again," breathed Jane against a pulsing neck as her hand sought and found Maura's covered breast while the other propped her up, "sometimes Frankie… calls during his shift… just to talk… something out."
Maura's eyes rolled back as she pressed Jane's hand more firmly against her chest and her head against Maura's throat, slowly rolling her hips. Jane felt and smelled so good. "Mm… But it can wait, right?" she panted.
"Yeah…" exhaled Jane, tongue darting out to taste. Then she backtracked. If Frankie can't get a hold of me, he'll get all worried and tell Ma and then Ma will start and yada yada yada... Fuck. Me. "I mean… fuck, wait let me just-" she groaned into Maura's neck, not believing what she was about to do. "I'll only be a second. Do not put your clothes back on," she ordered with a final squeeze of a magnificent mound, dead-serious.
Then Jane got up off of Maura's wanting body to go answer the stupid phone, although cursing herself for not turning it off or leaving it at home.
"Are you kidding me?" Maura ran a hand through her hair sounding annoyed and desperate and still sexy somehow. Phone call interruptions were only okay back at work, not when they were trying to play.
Jane wrestled with her trousers and yanked the offending object out of her pocket. "What!" she barked into the receiver.
"Jane? Oh, thank goodness. Jane, I- I need your help. Please."
Jane wanted to cry.
Trust Alice Isles to be a crotch-blocker even when she wasn't in the room.
A/N: I almost felt bad for leaving it there...almost;)