Title: Noises Above Chapter 2
Author: art_and_lies84
Pairing: Jane / Maura
Rating: NC-17
Warning: If you read the first chapter, you already know…
A/N: Don't own 'em. Thanks to heartsways for making this what it is.
Female hips were not meant for this, Maura thought as she moved in again. They were meant for sway and dip, not piston and thrust. Female hips rolled like the sea, never still, always shifting in an undulation of change. It was an organic movement, completely without mechanism or order. She tried it and was delighted with the effect. The resistance changed. Jane was so wet.
A torturously low moan and fluttering eyes alerted her to Jane's feelings on the matter. She was delicate and luscious all at once.
Sharp fingers dug into Maura's neck in an effort to pull her down on top of Jane. Maura wanted to see her. She wanted to see her whole body and watch how she moved; she wanted to study her, which would be impossible if let herself dissolve against Jane. From her vantage point at the moment she could see the flexing of Jane's abdomen, the slight shift of her breasts as she took more of the strap-on into herself; she could see the wild spread of hair above her head and the eyes that one moment pressed together in delicious pain and in the next went wide with astonishment as Maura moved inside of her.
The leg that rested over Maura's shoulder began to curl into her, hooking an unrelenting heel into her right latissimus dorsi. Maura smiled in defiance at the dull pain searing her back, happy to withstand whatever Jane's body needed to attain release. Jane couldn't control certain physical reactions, much like she frequently couldn't control her emotional ones. Where Maura was calm and composed, Jane was tumultuous and turbulent. It was part of what made them them, Maura thought.
Maura did not mind the occasional involuntary bodily reaction that resulted in pain, either; she was used to it, and it wasn't as if Jane ever caused her any real harm. Once, in a moment of complete abandonment, she had accidentally clawed eight nasty welts down the length of Maura's arms. Maura had had to wear long sleeves for two weeks that time. During another particularly enthusiastic coupling in the entry way Jane had shoved her much too forcefully against the wall. An abrasion had blossomed across her lower back immediately and, despite Maura's protestations to the contrary, Jane had insisted that they discontinue the activity right away. The detective had been horrified at her own display of power.
It thrilled Maura.
Maura had begged her to use her fingers to take her and Jane had staunchly refused, insisting instead that she work long fingers against the bruised muscles that she'd caused. It made for a pout-filled evening for all.
Those same fingers were winding into Maura's hair now, still pulling her down. She was concerned with the leg over her shoulder. If she leaned down, it would be trapped between them – a position that, while making Jane more open to Maura, would also be somewhat uncomfortable for Jane if sustained for a long period of time.
"Please, Maura." Maura felt a rumble in Jane's chest below her own. It was enough to convince her. Jane wanted to feel her – all of her. She couldn't deny Jane that.
She gave in and pinned Jane's leg between them to kiss her, reaching for the edge of the bench to steady herself. She thought Jane was magnificent, with long limbs wrapped all around, pulling Maura in. Jane held her tight, desperately clinging to whatever piece of the world that would keep her anchored and not let her float into the heavens altogether.
That Jane trusted her enough to allow this discretion was not lost on Maura. Jane confused her in so many ways: she was a complicated woman, with complicated needs and wants. Maura's own lack of perception when it came to social cues and illogical displays of emotion only compounded the problem. But in these moments when Jane gave herself completely over, when pleasure overcame logic, Maura was sure that their dissimilarities were inconsequential. Every movement and sound made while bringing Jane pleasure broadcast emotion in vivid colors throughout Maura's normally monochrome mind's eye. She couldn't plot love on a chart. She couldn't categorize or label it. Maura Isles could see it clearly on Jane's face, though, and she could feel it in the heat of Jane's skin.
The resistance changed again as Maura moved into Jane once more. Maura had known it would. She grasped the knee on her shoulder with her right hand and held herself aloft with one trembling arm. Jane was heaving below her, eyes giant and mouth open in an eternal hum of pleasure. Maura rewarded each moan Jane gave her with a deeper thrust. The other woman was breaking open, cleaving, severing from the world.
It wouldn't do. Maura was not done with her. She crashed her lips against Jane's in a hungry conflagration of teeth and tongue. For a moment Maura was heedless to the joining of their hips, the phallus working within Jane, and the pressure she was applying to Jane's body. The kiss was all that mattered. The kiss would keep Jane here with her. The kiss would not allow this to end.
"Maura," Jane whispered as she broke the kiss, and then sucked in a sharp breath as Maura drove into her again.
"Yes, Jane?" Maura said. Her volume surprised her; she had meant to whisper, but her voice came out in a shrill gasp instead. She did not want to break the moment. She did not want words to force their way in between them; there was no room for words here in this perfection. There was barely room for what Maura had.
"Maura, let me get on top," Jane ground out.
Maura stilled herself, stunned. On top? Jane on top would mean an end to this incredible feeling of authority. It might also mean the end of the experience as a whole. Did Jane want this to end? She felt so good; Maura couldn't imagine that she wanted this to stop. Then again, she had completely ignored Jane's opinion on the matter of toys and had all but forced their current encounter. A flash of guilt scored her conscience.
Insistent fingers drew Maura's hair away from her face. Jane looked up at her, breathing heavily, and raised an eyebrow.
"On top, Maura. Let me get on top. Come on," she said again, then gave a sharp tug of Maura's hair in the direction that she wanted her to move.
Maura smiled down at her. She loved when Jane did that. Jane knew it, too.
She waited for Jane to remove the limbs that were wound closely around her, then pulled out gently and sat up. She swung both legs around to the front of the bench and straightened her back. Jane laid still for a moment more, then lifted herself in a leonine roll of hips and shoulders. Lovely, Maura thought. Absolutely lovely and incredibly arousing.
Jane stood and set her hands on Maura's shoulders. She looked down at Maura, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, eyes twinkling darkly.
"You're not angry with me?" Maura questioned.
"No," Jane said, shaking her head. "Not angry at all." The smile fully reached her eyes this time.
"How are you feeling, then?" Maura said. She hoped that her fear was not as outwardly evident as she felt it was. Moments ago she had been wholly sure of herself and of her status with Jane. She had known Jane wanted her, wanted this – but that had been when she was on top and in control.
Jane pushed Maura's hair behind her ear and bent to put their cheeks together, her left to Maura's right. She stood that way for a moment, just breathing. Maura wasn't sure about Jane's motives. She didn't know what to expect and felt her cheeks flush in the confusion of waiting. When Jane finally spoke, Maura felt relief burst through her like a flash of sunlight through a fog.
"Turned on, Maura," Jane said in her trademark husk. "I'm feeling turned on." Maura shivered at the words, her fear melting with the warm breath washing over her neck.
Then, to Maura's everlasting surprise and glee, Jane propelled her back against the piano, climbed into her lap, and lowered herself onto the phallus.
While Jane sat heavily on her lap, adjusting to the new feeling, Maura catalogued the muscles of her back that would sport ugly bruises tomorrow. The keys bit mercilessly into her back: serratus anterior, erector spinae, serratus posterior inferior, not to mention sore spinous processes on thoracics 11 and 12, and probably lumbar 1. She only had a moment to think before logic was banished and Jane began moving again.
A rare thing occurred: Maura was proven wrong. Her back striking the piano keys did not jar her in the least, though she expected that it would; her eyes and hands were locked on Jane and no sound could draw her out of that. Jane was the only thing that mattered in this swiftly shrinking world of hers. Her blood sang with the notes, filling her up, putting her together in an intricate ensemble of sound and desire and Jane.
The lean woman rose deliberately on her shins, drawing up the length of the shaft, retreating from the closeness of Maura. Yes, there was the sway and dip, Maura observed as Jane lowered her body to rest on her hips. Dark hair swam out and encompassed the two of them in a curtain of want; through the locks Jane caught Maura's eye and held it before lowering herself once more.
A steady sound was growing within Jane. Maura could feel the vibration of it all the way down to the buttocks that shifted profoundly against her lap. The quick exhalations of breath escaping Jane weren't meant to incite arousal – it was another involuntary response, Maura knew – but they served the purpose nonetheless. Electrifying noises above her, razor-sharp noises behind; Maura was surrounded by a surging symphony of D flats and Jane's sighs and groans.
"Jane," Maura whispered, overcome with desire. She couldn't stand it. Jane was too beautiful in this moment, too much herself. She was too much all of the things that Maura wanted in life.
She placed her hands in the dip between Jane's hip bones and her thighs, resting her thumbs in the creases she found there, and drew Jane's pelvis roughly against her own. Maura could move her own hips very little, but she could manipulate Jane's body in a way that would simulate the movements that she would perform if she were able.
The piercing "Oh!" that erupted from Jane was divine. She continued to drive and retreat rhythmically against Maura and, contented with the pace, Maura took a moment to admire the swells of small breasts before her. Jane's athletic build allowed very little body fat to cling to her and so, unlike Maura's full figure, Jane's was defined only by slight variations of cushion over her bones. Still, Maura loved her breasts, just large enough to fill her petite hands. She prized the sounds that she could elicit with just a wet brush of her tongue up the underside, or what a sharp tug of a nipple could do.
The thought broke her composure and Maura couldn't resist any longer: she leaned into Jane's chest and took a dusky nipple between her teeth. She bit down hard enough to leave a mark but not so hard as to distract Jane from her beat, though she was pleased with the other woman's instinctive wrench back. After a few cursory swipes of her tongue she released the breast and leaned back against the keys once more to watch the woman on top of her.
Jane threw her head back and moved impossibly faster. Maura did her best to ignore the sharp fingers kneading her shoulders; she was grateful that Jane found purchase there rather than the piano behind her. She wanted to feel the pulsing of Jane everywhere: in her hands, in the thighs tightening and releasing against her own, in the mouth that momentarily swooped down to kiss her own before returning to its skyward calling.
She watched the orgasm rip through Jane, felt it radiate up her long body and could almost snatch from the air the moan that escaped through her open throat. At once Jane was urgently pressed against her everywhere, clutching Maura's head to her chest, flattening Maura's breasts against her stomach, wrapping thighs tight around Maura's hips. Maura listened to Jane's stalwart heart pushing blood through her tremulous body. She loved the sound more than any other she'd heard that night.
"Maura, that was…" Jane said when she was able. She loosened her vice grip on Maura's head and shivered, then took a deep breath and continued, "That was..."
"Remarkable?" Maura offered. She smiled into Jane's chest. "Wondrous? Awe-inspiring?"
Jane leaned back and eyed her suspiciously. "I was going to say 'beautiful.' But yeah, all of those things, too."
"You're beautiful, Jane," Maura blurted seriously, then raised a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. She squirmed on the seat of the bench without thinking and was bewildered when Jane let out a squeak and clamped her legs against Maura's hips painfully.
"Don't move! Still sensitive," Jane gasped.
Maura continued to hold a hand over her mouth, unsure of what to do next. She wanted to ask Jane to touch her, to feel how aroused she was – to see how Jane's beauty affected her. Speaking it aloud, though, would split the sated air surrounding them. It had to be an unrefined moment, come to freely and without process.
"You really think I'm beautiful?" Jane said softly and completely lacking conviction. So unlike her, Maura thought. Jane pulled Maura's hand away from her face, brought it to her own, and kissed her fingers.
Maura made up her mind. It always had to be action with Jane, never words. Words were never enough.
She snuck her free hand behind Jane and beneath her backside, then between her own thighs. Maura ran her fingers purposefully along the gracilis muscle, skipping over straps and into her own heat. Jane's eyes never left hers.
When Maura withdrew her hand, slick with her own wetness, she held it in front of Jane's face. It was not her most perfect presentation of evidence, she knew, but she was somewhat confident that the look on Jane's face conveyed understanding.
"Yes, Jane. I really do think you're beautiful," Maura said, a smile breaking through the seriousness of the moment. Jane wrapped her fingers around the wrist in front of her, moved Maura's hand aside, and kissed her soundly.
The note on the door the next morning read, "Congratulations to you both!"