A/N-Longish chapter here...it's what I would define as 'T with a dash of M' :)
Do I still need to remind people that I don't own R&I in any way, shape, or form?
Maura rolled over in bed and slowly opened her eyes. As she stretched her arms above her head, she looked at the woman lying next to her in the king sized bed.
Maura found the woman exceptionally beautiful even as she slept. There were, of course, the objective realities: Jane's strong chin and high cheek bones, her excellent skin condition and well proportioned physique. Then there was her voice; god, that sexy voice. To top it all off, Jane carried it all off with an effortlessness that Maura could only ever wish for.
Maura knew that she herself was an objectively attractive woman, having been told that numerous times over the course of her adult life. It had, however, taken a great deal of time and effort to cultivate the skills necessary to engage a potential sexual partner in a way that showed interest without being too forward or abrupt.
She had achieved it, and Maura would say she had become quite good at flirting and seduction. She only needed to create certain physiological responses, often times through small touches, lingering eye contact and a sparing dose of innuendo.
Maura had learned through experience that sparing innuendo, when deployed properly, opened up all kinds of possibilties. As she looked at Jane, Maura couldn't help but remember how very well that innuendo had worked the previous night...
"So, would you like an, a, um, drink?" Maura asked, uncharactieristcally inarticulate as she pushed open the door to her deluxe suit. Jane was standing so close to Maura that Maura could hardly think, let alone speak and unlock a door.
"Nope," Jane said as she followed Maura into the room and shut the door behind them. Maura turned around to ask what she would like, and Jane took the opportunity to move impossibly close to Maura. She leaned in as if she were going for the kiss, but stopped just short so that Maura could feel Jane's breathe on her lips. "I'd prefer kissing you again if that's ok."
How anyone could say no to that kind of request from that kind of voice when said voice belonged to such a gorgeous woman was beyond Maura's comprehension. So she kissed Jane.
Clearly Jane had been exercising some remarkable restraint at the bar if this was the way that she normally kissed, because those bar kisses were downright chaste compared to the way that Jane pressed her lips to Maura's, slid her tongue into Maura's mouth. All that while Jane pressed Maura against the wall, holding her hands by her head, pressing her body flush against Maura's.
"We, should, we should, oh, God, that's good," Maura said breathlessly as Jane kissed down Maura's neck, her fingers moving lightly under Maura's shirt, up towards her bra. "Get to the bed."
"You think?" the other woman replied. She continued trailing her hand's under Maura's shirt, pulling it up as she went. "What do you say we get rid of this first?"
Maura gladly let Jane pull her loose, flowy pink shirt off so that she stood in just her white lace bra, black skirt and heels. Without another word, Jane quickly removed her own shirt. They stood admiring one another for a second, as if they'd forgotten what exactly they were doing.
This time, it was Maura to take the lead. She kissed Jane, letting her hands grope every bit of Jane's body that she could get to. Aside from being incredibly arousing, Jane's physique was stunning from a purely physiological standpoint. Had she not been so impossibly turned on, Maura might have bothered to ask how she achieved such magnificent results.
But Maura was incredibly aroused and in desperate need of more-more kisses, more touching, more of that voice, that body...just, more of this woman. All other rational thoughts were absolutely obliterated when Jane moaned into the kiss. Maura pulled away just enough to speak.
"Bed," Maura said breathlessly. Despite efforts to the contrary, she gave Jane another searing kiss before speaking again. "Now."
Jane stirred in her sleep turning to face Maura's side of the bed, startling Maura out of her reflection. She looked away and regained her composure just in time for Jane to open her eyes.
"Morning," Jane said. She put a hand over her eyes and lay on her back. "It's too early."
"Oh, really, is it?" Maura said as she struggled to find an appropriate response, her daydream having successfully distracted her. Maura decided that vagaries would probably work best. She glanced at the digital clock which said it was 9:56 a.m. "It's quite late for me."
Jane looked over at Maura, perhaps to detect if she was joking, because the look on her face was somewhere between amusement and puzzlement.
"Even on vacation?" Jane asked.
"Yes," Maura said.
"You're ambitious," Jane said as she turned on her side to face Maura again. "I'm so not a morning person."
"It has nothing to do with ambition," Maura explained. There, there it was, something to latch onto, a topic on which she could focus her mind that wouldn't driver her to distraction. "I have a well-established circadian rhythm that I would rather not disrupt."
"You're full of all kinds of information, huh?" Jane said, sitting up so that the sheet slid off her to expose her breasts and bare stomach.
And just like that the distraction was back. Maura couldn't help but grin to herself as the sight brought back even sexier thoughts of the previous night. She couldn't help thinking about how, when Jane eagerly took off her own shirt, Maura could not keep her hands and lips and tongue off of that entire body. Then there was the moment after Jane shed the last of her clothes where Maura couldn't help telling Jane that she looked positively edible before pinning Jane down and proving how very edible Maura found the other woman.
"You know I don't usually do this," Jane said after a brief, awkward pause, snapping Maura out of yet another sexy daydream. Jane rubbed her eyes and squinted. "I actually never do this."
"You mean have sex with a woman that you just met at a bar on a cruise ship?" Maura responded. "Because it's not something that I make a habit of either."
Jane laughed even though Maura had not intended to make a joke. It had the desired effect of breaking the awkward morning after tension though, so she went with it.
"You're really hot though," Jane said, giving Maura's half covered body and appreciative once over. "Like really hot."
"Thank you," Maura said. "I find you very attractive as well."
She was exceedingly grateful for the fact that Jane seemed to be taking this whole situation in stride. As much as she had been attracted to Jane, it had not been Maura's intention to bed the woman the very same night that they had met. Yet it had somehow just happened; kissing turned into groping, which turned into stripping, and stripping had led to sex, which had led to intense orgasms for both women before Maura had the opportunity to make a logical, reasonable decision about what to do.
As her mind lingered yet again on the memory of last night, Maura felt what had been a manageable level of arousal at the start of the convesation growing steadily. She decided that Jane would likely not be opposed to another sexual encounter. So Maura took the liberty of moving to straddle Jane so that she could kiss Jane as she pressed her body closer.
"Mmm, Doctor Maura," Jane said suggestively, though with that voice almost everything sounded suggestive. "I like the way you think."
Maura allowed her full body weight to rest on Jane. She felt the familiar, pleasant sensations associated with intensified arousal: the quickened heart rate, the flush skin, the raised body temperature, and a breathlessness that was simultaneously frustrating and exhilarating.
Jane made a few attempts to get Maura on her back, but Maura had Jane firmly pinned in place. Maura found her hands moving of their own accord, seeking out the sensitive spots on Jane's body, discovering what pleased this gorgeous woman. A touch of the breast once in a while always elicited a moan of pleasure, and caressing the woman's thigh usually elicited a sigh of satisfaction, the kind of sigh that got Maura more aroused than almost anything a person could say.
Maura had just decided that she could not last much longer with just the teasing touches and kisses. She moved her hand to Jane's inner thigh before trailing her hand back up.
Then Jane's cell phone rang. Maura continued her ministrations; after all, Jane's decision to answer the phone had nothing to do with Maura. Therefore Maura concluded that she needn't stop what she was doing. Besides, it all felt too fantastic even think of stopping.
Jane glanced at the cell phone and rolled her eyes.
"It's my mother," Jane said, snatching the phone from the bedside table. "I'm sorry, I'll hold her off for a bit. She probably just thinks I'm shark bait or something cuz I'm not in my room."
"Take your time," Maura said.
"Hey, ma," Jane said after flipping her phone open.
During the pause in conversation while Jane's mother spoke, Maura decided to move things forward. After all, she did find the risk of getting caught to be quite arousing in this case. This risk was particularly appealing because it was a calculated one, one where the risk was low and entirely manageable.
She kissed Jane's neck, and the woman, the one who seemed so cool and unflappable, so nonchalant at the bar, shook her head frantically to get Maura to stop. Maura just grinned and ran her fingers up and down Jane's stomach while trailing kisses down Jane's neck.
Jane bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut at Maura's touch, likely to suppress an urge to vocalize in a way that her mother might hear.
"Yeah, mum, I know," she said shortly. "I know, I know. I should have called. I made friends last night and we just, she has a nice room, so we hung out here and I passed out."
There was another lengthy pause during which Jane listened as quietly as possible while Maura pressed on relentlessly. Jane tried one more time to stop Maura by gently pulling Maura's hair so that Maura would look at her. Maura grinned at Jane, and the flicker of a smile passed across Jane's lips. Jane appeared to be wrestling with some impulse, as though she wanted to kiss Maura, but couldn't without her mother hearing. Jane let go of Maura's hair with a small nod and Maura returned to work, this time with Jane's apparent blessing. Jane did take to resting her hand on the small of Maura's back to pull her closer, which only served to intensify Maura's passion, a passion that Jane clearly wanted to respond to vocally. Instead, Jane resorted to a sigh of frustration.
"No, ma, no that was not me trying to give you attitude," Jane said. She paused again, and Maura could not tell if it was to collect herself or to let her mother speak, because it happened to be at the exact moment that Maura gave Jane a few very well placed kisses right by Jane's belly button.
"Yeah, but I'm alive and well, so don't worry," Jane said. "Fine, you know what, I'll meet you, I'll meet you down there in 20. I just need to, I need to wake myself up a little. M'kay, bye, love you too."
Jane tried to replace the phone on the side table, but instead let it drop to the floor, where it landed with a muffled thud on the fluffy, luxurious carpet. Jane took Maura by the face and kissed her hard enough and long enough that Maura momentarily forgot what she had planned for the brunette.
"I'm going to make you repay me for that, Maura Isles," Jane said. Having thrown Maura off guard for just a second, Jane managed to get Maura on her back, pinning the blonde's arms up by her head.
"I'll render compensation willingly and enthusiastically," Maura said, then added in all seriousness. "So long as it doesn't take more than 20 minutes. I would not want to keep your mother waiting."
The woman on top of Maura laughed. She laughed, and that deep, throaty laugh of a woman she knew so little about, sent a shiver through Maura's body in ways that even her most significant partners had not managed.
"I have a feeling I won't be able to hold out quite that long," Jane said.
Jane tried her best not to smile like an idiot when she met up with her parents for 11:30 brunch. In the past, she had firmly established that she was not so much a morning person, so anything approaching cheery before noon would likely clue her mother in to the fact that she had done more than just crash at a new friend's swankier room.
It was proving tough though, this feigned grogginess. Before last night, Jane had a difficult time remembering the last time she had had sex. Well, the last time she'd had such enjoyable sex. A few months before, she slept with an old high school friend in what could only be described as the most awkward encounter, sexual or otherwise, that Jane had ever experienced.
But, this sex, this sex with a woman she knew little about, had been incredible. There was an added level of excitement at the newness of it, but Jane knew that was only part of the equation. Maura Isles, the socially awkward doctor had turned into Maura Isles the expert lover in the blink of an eye and Jane loved every minute of it. Even if she would likely never see the woman again once they got off the ship, Jane had decided she would enjoy it while it lasted.
"Jane, Janie," Angela said, waving a hand impatiently in front of Jane's face. "What has you in such a good mood today?"
Well, there went her cover. Jane had fooled hardened criminals during undercover operations, but she could never seem to fool her own mother.
"Just had a good night sleep," Jane said as she tried to look busy spreading cream cheese on her bagel. "Those luxury rooms are amazing. You wouldn't believe the kinds of stuff they have there."
"Mhmm," Angela said, looking directly at Jane until Jane could no longer pretend to be intensely interested in her bagel.
"What?" Jane demanded as she licked a bit of cream cheese off of her finger. "What is that look for?"
"You know, Jane, there is no need to be ashamed if you met a man last night," Angela said.
"What? No, ma! I did not meet a single man last night, not one," Jane said leaning her head back and putting a hand over her face.
"Angela, you know, maybe you should leave it be," Frank chimed in. "If she says she made friends, then I think we should believe her."
"Thank you, pa," Jane said. "At least someone believes me."
"I never said that," Frank said, reaching for his glass of water. "I think you probably did meet a man. I just really don't want to hear about it. You're my little girl, you know?"
Jane sighed and rose from her seat.
"Well, if this is going to be today's topic of conversation, I think I'll need some more coffee," Jane said.
She moved through the crowded dining area towards the self-serve coffee table. After filling two cups and adding a healthy dose of sugar to each, Jane turned to make her way back to the family table. She saw Maura walking directly towards her. The woman smiled and waved.
"What are you doing here?" Jane asked. Damn, why'd she always have to sound like such a bitch? It happened more than she cared to admit, especially when she was caught off guard or felt vulnerable.
"All passengers are invited to attend the daily brunch," Maura said. "I'm sorry if I startled you."
"No, it's ok, I just, I thought you might be getting fancy room service or something," Jane said.
Maura took a step closer to Jane and put a hand lightly on Jane's arm. From a distance, it probably looked like a friendly gesture, but Maura made her intentions very clear.
"Would you like to join me after brunch?" Maura asked, then lower her voice. "I have a hottub and minibar that I haven't tried out at all. It would be a shame to waste such a luxury."
"I, I, would like that, really like that a lot," Jane mumbled. She was usually the aggressor, and Maura's very forward invitation had a way of catching Jane completely off guard. "I'm just, I'll be with my parents all day. Shows, and you know other stuff."
Jane trailed off towards the end and might have kissed the woman had she not been within eyeshot of her parents' table.
"That's unfortunate," Maura said, taking her arm off of Jane's shoulder without moving away.
"I could come by later though. My parents go to bed pretty early and I'm a night person anyway," Jane added quickly before Maura backed away too.
"Fantastic!" Maura said, slipping momentarily out of her cool, collected seductress persona. "I'll be waiting anxiously."
Jane smiled at the momentary lapse. As much as this woman wanted this relationship to be strictly sexual, Jane sensed in Maura a desire for real companionship. As strange and potentially complicated as that was, Jane did not particularly mind.
"I'll be at your room as soon as possible," Jane said. "Probably around 8:30?"
"I will hold you to that, Jane Rizzoli," Maura said.
As she walked by Jane, she brushed Jane's shoulder, again just a friendly gesture, or one of two people in a fairly crowded area, but it made Jane want to abandon all plans she had with her parents in favor of an afternoon in Maura's hot tub. This was a family vacation though. Besides, even if Jane had the balls to ditch, her parents would definitely know she was getting laid, and that was not something she particularly wanted to deal with.
With a new hope that the day's activities might pass quickly, Jane continued towards her family table.
A/N-So, here's what happened. The original chapter, the majority of which I'd already written, had no flashback. Almost didn't add it, but it seemed, based on reviews, that people wanted to see what happened back in that cabin. So I went and wrote it, and slipped it in and did a bit of editing so that flashback would fit better. Just goes to show that those reviews matter!
While we're on the topic, what do ya'll think of the flashback and assorted Rizzles sexiness in this chapter? Possible M-rated outtake anyone?
Reviews are like a tall, cool glass of lemonade on this balmy summer day :)