And you don't wanna sleep with me
Chapter 3- Yes!
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Rizzoli & Isles are still not mine.
A/N: Apologies in advance if there's too much talking and not enough *Maura Isles voice* sexual intercourse- like I already said at the end of chapter 2, this is my very first M-rated Romance fanfic.
One second, Maura seemed to have the upper hand; the next, she cursed Jane's detective reflexes as she was pushed back and pinned down against the couch. No, cursing is the wrong word, I kind of like this...
"Hey, what's goin' on in that big brain of yours?" Jane whispered into Maura's ear, causing the M.E. to shiver a little as warm breath tickled her skin.
"I was thinking about how to get you out of your clothes as fast as possible," Maura whispered back, smirking. It wasn't a lie; she really wanted to know what her Detective looked like underneath those not exactly revealing t-shirt and slacks.
"What, really? Me too..."
"No way!"
"Yes way! Though your dress doesn't leave much to my imagination..." Jane lowered her voice to a raspy whisper: "Any idea what you do to me everytime you walk into the bullpen in a dress like this?"
"No-oohhh..." The word ended in a low moan as Jane inserted her thigh between Maura's legs and started rubbing herself against the M.E.'s yoga-toned thigh. However after just a few seconds she stopped her movements and frowned down at Maura, causing her to fear the worst: "Jane? Don't you dare run away now!"
"I'm not goin' anywhere," the Detective assured her friend (Girlfriend? Lover?). "It's just your dress- as much as I like you in it, it's kinda restricting."
"Well, you said you wanted me out of it anyway," Maura stated. "So if you maybe could get off me, I could stand up and take it off. You could even help me unzipping it, if you like," she winked.
"I think I have a better idea." Jane did get up from the couch, but then bent down to pick Maura up. The M.E. instinctively tried to wrap her legs around the Detective's waist, but found that her dress was too tight-fitting to do that. Jane noticed it, too, and switched to bridal style carrying. She kicked her bedroom door open, carefully lied Maura down on the bed and then locked the door. "Now, where...?" Jane couldn't finish her question because when she turned back to Maura, her jaw immediately hit the floor. "Thought you wanted me to help you unzipping your dress?"
Maura was standing there in just her lacy black underwear, with her neatly folded dress lying on a nearby chair. "I couldn't wait," she confessed. "I need you. Now."
With that, she nearly pounced on Jane, pinned her against the bedroom door, and shoved her hand down the front of the Detective's slacks, smirking as she felt drenched cotton panties. "A little excited, are we?"
"Maura... just... stop... No, don't stop! Just, stop teasing!" Jane's brain couldn't produce complete sentences right now; not with her best friend's hand between her thighs; Maura hadn't even moved her fingers yet and Jane was already this close...
"As you wish." The Detective's eyes squeezed shut and the back of her head thudded against the bedroom door as the M.E.'s fingers dipped under the elastic of her panties. "Maur... oh fuck, right there... I'm..."
"Coming," Maura finished the sentence as her friend's body shuddered violently before Jane's knees buckled and her back slid down the wooden bedroom door. Sitting on the floor, the Detective grinned up at the doctor, aware that she looked kind of idiotic, but not minding it in the slightest. "Wow," she stated, gasping for breath. "Have ya done this before? Slept with a woman, I mean?"
"No, but I'm a doctor, so I know a few things about human anatomy. The most sensitive areas in a woman's body, for example, are..."
Jane groaned. "I'm so looking foward to making you cum." She got up from the floor and pushed Maura down onto the bed. "Cause that'll finally shut Talking Google up- at least for a moment, I hope."
"Try me," Maura dared her, knowing that Jane Rizzoli could never resist a challenge.
"Oh don't worry, I will." The Detective quickly shimmied out of her slacks and t-shirt, then crawled on top of her friend, wedging her thigh between the M.E.'s legs just like she'd done earlier on the couch. However this time, with both of them in only their underwear, it felt even better and it didn't take long before Maura started thrusting her hips against Jane's thigh and moaning in pleasure when she'd found the angle that provided just the right amount of friction exactly where she needed it. Then Jane kissed her- hard-, started thrusting back, and Maura lost it. Whimpering something that sounded suspiciously like 'Fuuuuuck!', she writhed on the bed for what like seemed a whole minute before calming down and taking a deep breath.
The first thing Maura saw when she opened her eyes was Jane's famous Rizzoli smirk. "Is it just me or did you just use a swear word, Dr Isles?"
"M-mh."
Seems like my plan worked, Talking Google is temporarily out of order. But so am I- tired as hell, that is.
Already half asleep, a thought hit Jane: What does this mean? Just a one-time thingy 'cause we both needed to get laid or something more? Oh well, I'll deal with that tomorrow.
A/N: Yay, I've published my first M-rated smut! ;-) What do you think? (BTW, thanks for all the reviews this story got so far! :)