Title: Pink Elephant 2/3
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Paring: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: Yes
Summary: Jane's eyes are forced open concerning her feelings for Maura. This is my first R&I fic but so not my first dabble in fan fic.

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Maura turned and slowly made her way back through the living area with Jo Friday following happily at her heels, in hopes of snack appearing in her bowl. Jane's eyes zeroed in on the delicate sway of hips. Each step pulled the material of Maura's robe tight across her shapely rear.

Jane wanted to wipe her brow but realized it was her insides that were sweating.

"What would you like tonight?" Maura asked as she walked toward the kitchen.

You all over me…inside me. "Ahh…huh?" Jane replied trying to bring erotically laced thoughts together enough to speak the English language.

Maura paused and turned back toward Jane. Her head tilted as she examined her house guest. "Come again?"

As many times as you want. "Yeah, that's fine."

The medical examiner blinked in confusion. "Is that some new brand I'm not familiar with? All I have is Blue Moon or IPA."

Jane's mind went blank for a few seconds. "Uh, Blue Moon."

Maura nodded and convened her journey to the kitchen.

Jane sat down on the plush sectional. Before she knew what was happening, her hands were on every little do dad. She began to straighten the magazines before she realized.

She was fidgeting.

Hoping to outrun the feeling, Jane jumped up as if her pants were on fire nearly sprinting to the kitchen. I wonder if she has oranges? A slice of one would go good in my beer.

With a soft push, the kitchen door swung open. Jane stopped dead in the door way. While there was soft light filtering in from the living room lamps, the brightest point of illumination came from the refrigerator. Jane blinked and nearly whimpered at the sight before her. Light poured through the silky material of Maura's robe, making it shear. Every delectable curve was revealed.

"I was going to bring it out to you. Would you like something to eat too? There's left over pizza from last night." Maura bent over to reach the bottom shelf.

Jane's eyes widened. "Gah."

Maura looked over her shoulder. "Pardon?"

"Oranges?" Jane asked.

Maura's lips lifted in a smirk. "I know what you like."

God, can I die from this? "Yeah?"

"I already sliced up a few by the sink."

Jane nodded vehemently. She pointed toward the living area. "I'll just be out…yeah out there. Pizza, yeah sounds good."

"Jane? Are you okay? I know this week has been stressful, but if you're worried about me, I think I'll be fine. There're just some things I need to figure out."

Jane nodded some more. "I know, M."

The brunette sat back down on the sectional. She looked down at her hands, seeing the fine tremor. I think I understand what he meant by it eating me. Jane peered up toward the kitchen door. The conversation with Korsak had opened a floodgate of awareness.

There was no way to close it again.

Maura entered an eternity later with a laden tray. Jane rose to take it from her but was brushed aside by a wave of Maura's hand.

Maura bent to place the tray on the table, revealing an ample amount of cleavage. Jane stopped breathing as her eyes traced the curves of full breasts all the way to glorious pink tips. Her breath returned in sporadic bursts as arousal poured through every vein in thick delicious waves.

A minute, an hour, a month passed and Jane found herself again watching the pink flush slowly covering Maura's torso.

Their eyes met.

The space between them hummed with electricity.

Maura straightened and pulled her robe tight with shaking hands.

Epiphany hit Jane like a charging elephant. She was a woman of action…not words. Her hand shot out grasping Maura by the wrist. "No…don't." Jane husked.

Maura whimpered.

"Let me see."

The blonde's chest heaved.

"If you know what I like, you have to know I like this… I want this." Jane released her grasp, leaving Maura to make the decision.

Maura's hands dropped to her sides, but she stepped closer.

Jane's stomach clenched. She looked up into eyes that mirrored her own.

"Jane." Maura's tone was breathless and needy.

Her name from this woman's lips was a benediction. It left Jane trembling.

The decision had been made.

With deliberate slowness, Jane reached for the tie to the robe and pulled it free. The whisper of silk could barely be heard over her thudding heart. Jane parted the purple material and slid her hands inside.

Twin groans cut through the air.

Silk pooled silently at Maura's feet.