Title: Uprising 2/8
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Spoilers: No...not really
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing around with them for a while.
Summary: Jane and Maura have come to a crossroads concerning their relationship. Maura decides to push things along her own way.
Okay, here we go. I hope this lives up to its billing. As always I am a tease be forewarned LOL. Also, if you are interested in reading my published work check out Forever Mine at L-Book ePublisher. Last, thanks so much for all the feedback from my first story. It's good for my ego! Show me some love and always leave feedback.
Having just enough time to rush home and remove the days distastefulness from her palate, Maura did so. She stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom and admired her reflection. There was something about slipping beautiful things over her body that made life seem a little more bearable. On the rack, the Yves Saint Laurent appeared to be a basic black dress, but on Maura it clung tantalizingly to every curve. Slim spaghetti straps accentuated defined sculpted shoulders and left toned arms bare. The neck line plunged just enough to give a heart stopping view of full breasts. The dress stopped several inches above her knees, making her legs look as though they went on forever. Her make up was minimal just enough to make her eyes bedroom, smoky and her lips the color of sin. With the perfect Jimmy Cho's, Maura knew she was devastating.
And it would all wasted on Peter.
Because he was safe.
Having been dangerously close to the edge earlier, safety was exactly what Maura needed. She was going to turn heads and she needed that too. It would be nice to be wanted without conditions.
Less than thirty minutes later, Maura got her wish. As the waiter escorted her to their table, gazes followed her. Peter stood with his mouth hanging open, and a little piece of self-esteem reformed. Maura smiled disarmingly at him. "I hope you haven't been waiting long?"
"Uh, no…no just got here a few minutes ago." He paused. "Maura just now you took my breath away."
Those were words she wanted to hear from another source, but for now Maura would take it. "Thank you. You look very dapper yourself."
He was tall and ruggedly handsome. Dark blonde hair and blue eyes completed the package of perfection. For the life of her, Maura could not remember where they had originally met.
Maura smiled at the waiter and picked up the wine menu. Scanning it quickly, she ordered a glass of Vouvaray.
"Crisp and dry? I expected sinfully sweet for you." Peter said.
"Not tonight." Maura peered at his glass. "Let me guess? Pinot Gris?"
Peter chuckled. "I felt like something sweet." His eyes twinkled.
Maura was immune. She cringed internally. I should be ashamed, but I need this.
After tasting the wine offering, she nodded her head and picked up the main menu. "I've been here a few times. I know what's good here."
Peter bowed his head in supplication. "By all means."
The conversation ebbed and flowed but none of it drew Maura in. She now knew Peter was in construction, minimally educated, and extremely arrogant. Somehow, they ended up on the subject of religion.
"It's been my experience that education and religion are mutually exclusive… the higher the education the less the belief in a higher power."
Peter nodded. "I believe in God."
Maura bit the inside of her cheek. "Mmm."
"I think it's what all the immigrants who come into this country need. I mean, if they had real religion, they wouldn't steal people's jobs and turn the area they live in into a slum."
Maura paused then muttered. "You're xenophobic."
Peter's brows came together in consternation. "No, I had nothing against that show. Saw it once or twice. The blond girl was very attractive."
Maura tried vehemently to school her features. She opened her mouth to speak when she experienced a sudden tingle of awareness. Confused, she scanned the crowd until she saw a rather attractive couple being seated near the front. Maura gulped down her wine as she made out Jane's profile. The world can not be this small.
Her heart thudded against her chest, almost drowning out the sound of Peter's voice, but multi tasking was a skill she learned long ago. Maura gave Peter a tight smile as he droned on about Mexicans. She squinted in an attempt to make out Jane's expressions toward the darkly handsome man that sat across from her.
Maura clenched her napkin tightly when Jane threw her head back in laughter. Jane was stunning in jeans but even more so in light colored slacks and a cream blouse. Her hair hung loose and flowing, and Maura flashed to the memory of her hands buried in it. She felt hot, flushed and breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.
Hyperventilation. Concentrate on taking slow breaths. The analytical part of Maura's brain muttered. You knew she was on a date. Concentrate.
The sudden feel of a hand on her knee made her jump up from the table. Her knees banged against the edge with a loud bump. Water and wine spilled to the floor. Within seconds, their waiter was there mopping and picking up. Maura felt every eye turn to her for an entirely different reason. Concentrate!
Maura began to panic.
"Maura? Are you okay?" Peter's tone was concerned.
Maura almost laughed out loud it was the first time he asked her a personal question. She put her hand to her chest and nodded. "Just a little on edge tonight I suppose." She did not dare look around her, meeting those dark eyes at this second would be her undoing. "I'm just going to run to the ladies room."
"Okay, take your time." Peter said.
The bathroom was posh and gloriously empty. Maura walked up to the mirror and peered at herself. Her eyes were wild and her face flushed. Her grasp on the control that made her who she was waning bit by bit daily. Maura sighed in acknowledgment and reached for the sink. Cool water rushed over her wrists.
The bathroom door opened.
Maura nearly jumped at the sound of the lock clicking in place.
Dark eyes met hers in the mirror.
"I-I was here before you. I had no idea." Maura turned, hoping that Jane could see the sincerity in her face.
Jane's arms crossed over her chest and her gaze raked Maura from head to toe.
Maura felt naked, vulnerable, and aroused all at the same time.
"You're here on a date." Jane's tone was matter of fact but laced with disbelief.
"Yes."
"Are you going to fuck him?"
Maura flinched as though she had been slapped. Then, the anger came thick and red. "You have no right to ask me that."
"A woman only dresses like that for one reason."
"My reasons are my own."
"Why did you ever kiss me? Look at us." Jane's eyes were angry, miserable.
"I couldn't help myself!" Maura nearly screamed. "You wanted…want it too. This thing between us…it wore me down. I have no control over it. It's like by body is rebelling."
"Are you going to fuck him?" Jane repeated. Her voice was ragged.
"No! I just needed someone to look at me…to want me." Maura paused suddenly wanting the answer to the same question. "Are you going to fuck him?"
Jane ambled forward slowly. "No," she whispered.
Maura's vision tunneled as Jane moved closer.
"M, you're driving me crazy. How do you stay away from something you want but shouldn't have?" Jane's eyes sparkled with need.
Maura's stomach flipped in response. Hoping to preserve her sanity, she took a few steps back. "I'm not the right person to ask." Her voice quivered.
Jane did not stop until she was a few scant inches away. "What do we do?" She asked softly.
"Exist…I suppose."
Jane reached out, tracing Maura's cheek with her fingertips.
Breath exploded from her chest in a shaky exhalation. Fire whispered over her skin. Deathly afraid of the burn, Maura attempted to move away from the touch. "Don't… don't tease."
Jane's reply to the tortured utterance was an extremely sad smile. "Maybe sometimes I can't help myself either."
With that, Jane surged forward crushing her lips to Maura's.
Maura's answering cry was swallowed in the embrace. Completely torn apart, she sagged into Jane's body. Her hands were violent, twisting into the brunette's hair and digging into her scalp.
Their tongues fought for space, intertwining wetly.
A hard shudder racked Maura's body as awareness and arousal pooled heatedly in her center and spewed outward.
Jane's hands seemed to be everywhere, leaving a molten hot trail.
Of their own volition Maura's hips began to undulate, seeking relief for swollen flesh. Maura moaned when large hands gripped the rounded globes of her rear, guiding her, encouraging her.
When Jane's leg slipped between them, Maura lost the last shred of sanity. She ripped her mouth away. "Oh, God. Forget about him. Fuck me… fuck me." She pleaded.
Their gazes met and locked, sizzling the air surrounding them.
Jane's answering groan was desperate. Her hands even more so as she fumbled underneath Maura's dress. Fingertips skirted over sopping wet panties.
A strangled sob was torn from Maura's throat at even the light touch.
"Show me," Jane husked. "Show me what to do."
Maura's excitement doubled, knowing that she was going to be the first to love this woman this way.
"Hey!" The yell was followed by pounding on the bathroom door. "This is a public bathroom you know." There was silence then more pounding. "Is everyone okay in there?" The woman asked.
Maura wanted to cry.
Jane jumped away from her as if burned. Fear chased its way across her face.
Refusing to let the tears come, Maura whispered, "It's okay. They have no idea what you were doing to me… what you wanted to do to me."
Brown eyes lowered.
It was like being drenched in cold water.
Pain radiated.
Maura leaned forward, making sure Jane heard every word correctly. "I never thought of you as a coward, Rizzoli. This won't happen again… until you beg me to touch you and grow a pair."
Without waiting for a reply, Maura walked away. Unlocking the door, she breezed past two women and weaved her way through a sea of tables.
Peter was forgotten.
Holding her head high, Maura exited the restaurant, knowing that playing it safe was not the answer.