This is the second chapter to my first attempt at fanfic. Please give me your reviews so I know whether I should keep going. Thanks! :)
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Jane's mouth was on the soft spot of Maura's neck, just below her right ear. She kissed a little nub of a mole that she'd seen everyday for years. "Hello, little beauty spot," Jane wanted to say. "Welcome to my mouth." But she didn't say that because it would be ridiculous. This whole thing was kind of ridiculous – in an amazing "oh my God is this really happening" kind of way.
Jane sucked harder at Maura's neck, making her friend (her lover now? holy crap) groan quietly. Jane was on top, straddling Maura, who was lying on the green couch, her caramel hair splayed out across the seat cushion like she was a mermaid. The transition from Maura's foyer table to the couch had been seamless, something Jane would be proud of, if she wasn't so distracted. Because right here? Right now? Her hands were caressing Maura's beautiful, wondrous, goddess-like breasts. And Jane was distracted.
She had heard murmurs in the hallways at work – the morgue techs lasciviously whispering about the "Rack of God" and she'd always wanted to punch those guys for being idiots. But now she felt like the idiot. How had it taken her so long to do this? How had she been able to repress these feelings for so many years?
"Maura," Jane whispered up against her neck. "You are so beautiful."
Maura's hands were skimming across Jane's naked back, her eyes closed, her brow wrinkled.
"What is it?" Jane asked as she moved her mouth from Maura's neck to her upturned chin, and saw the look on Maura's closed-eyed face. It resembled the "I have a hunch" face Maura would get in the morgue when she was about to break a case. It was her concentrating face.
Maura licked her lips and slowly opened her eyes. She tilted her face down to meet Jane's heavy-lidded gaze. "You know I don't really get embarrassed, Jane."
Jane let out a low, husky chuckle, thinking of all the times Maura had said something crazy. "Boy, do I."
"But right now, I…" She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes again. "I'm trying not to have an orgasm. Not this quickly." She said it in a rush, her already glowing face going even pinker. "Nipple stimulation is a known technique for rapid arousal, and it's been a long time since anyone has touched me, and no one has ever touched me like this, Jane, and the fact that it's you touching me like this…" Her hips lifted under Jane. "I just… Jane… I…" her breathing was getting heavier and heavier, her body moving like she was doing some kind of sensual, slow-motion dance.
Jane could only stare.
And stare.
Her hands had gone still as Maura's hands left Jane's back and went into her own caramel tresses. Maura's elbows were bent at the sides of her head as her fingers pulled gently through her own hair, her breasts pushing up towards Jane, trying to find her hands, Maura's hips rising and falling to brush up against Jane's straddle, Maura's knees twisting as her hips moved.
Jane was overcome. She had never seen the medical examiner lose control. Sure, she'd seen her upset, frightened, but even in those circumstance Maura was able to compose herself quickly. She could compartmentalize her emotions in a way Jane had never seen before. But this, right now? This was the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts losing control. And she was losing control because of Jane.
Jane leaned down, her taut nipples teasing Maura's. Jane let them rub back and forth for a minute before she leaned even further down and whispered, "You can orgasm all you want."
"Really?" Maura murmured, smiling as she aped Jane's phrase. Her own hand slid from her hair down to where her ripped skirt was bunched around her waist, her fingers slipping into her soaked silk panties. Jane's hand caught Maura's. "You can orgasm all you want – as long as you let me do it to you."
Maura groaned. "So bossy."
Jane pulled Maura's hand up to her mouth, kissing the slick fingers, smelling Maura's arousal, marveling over how sexy this was, and then marveling even more over how this morning, when she was jumping out of the shower, dressing, stopping for coffee, doing all the mundane things one does on the way to work, she never, ever, ever, EVER, thought her day would end like this.
"I am licking Maura's fingers," she thought. "I am licking the sex off of Maura's fingers." And as her tongue trailed down her best friend's index finger and back up it again, and as Maura shivered under her, pressing herself against Jane's out thrust pubic bone, she thought, "What was I thinking about again? Shut up, self. Monkey mind, take over."
Jane finished licking Maura's fingers and dropped to her side, just able to nestle in between the back of the couch and Maura's prone figure. Maura turned her head and smiled at Jane. She ran her fingers gently down the swell of one of Jane's breasts until she found a nipple and tweaked it. Hard.
"Ow! Hey!" Jane yelled with a laugh. Maura's laughed, too, and then she leaned in to suck away any lingering pain.
"Oh, Jesus, Maura." Jane moaned, her head falling back.
Maura's lips and tongue continued to work their magic on Jane's tight nipple as her hands crept to the waistband of Jane's pants. One flick and she had the snap undone. Ten million points, Maura, for being so familiar with clothes and fashion, Jane thought as her heart sped up.
Maura's long, precise, perfect fingers slid into Jane's pants, first cupping her sex over her underwear, and then teasingly running just under the elastic that clung to Jane's taut thigh. One finger slipped sideways under the elastic, brushing over the soft, damp mound, then abruptly twisted and without any warning, slammed up inside of Jane.
Jane made a noise Maura had never heard before from human or animal.
Maura smiled and stretched out the elastic, adding another finger. She pounded into Jane once, twice, three times, eliciting loud, lovely, guttural sounds each time.
Jane's breathing was ragged now, all thoughts lost and so Maura did what Maura always does, she tested Jane's patience. She slid her fingers out of Jane, away from the panties, out of Jane's pants. She put her hand on Jane's cheek and Jane could smell her own arousal, which in turn aroused her even more.
"Off," Maura said, tugging at the waistband of Jane's pants. "You can't be wearing these anymore. If I'm going to continue… you want me to continue, right?" Jane nodded so fast she could feel her brain lobbing around in her head. "OK." Maura smiled almost shyly, showing off her own deep dimple. "Then I need no obstructions." She waved her hand at Jane's pants.
Jane nodded in compliance and reached down, scrambling to get out of her pants. She realized too late that she'd never taken her boots off. She was bent over, helplessly tangled, when she started to laugh.
Maura climbed off the sofa, unzipped the side zipper on her ruined skirt, and let it puddle to the floor. She kicked it to the side in a very un-Maura-like way (or maybe it was a Maura-like way? Jane was shocked and excited at all the things that were happening that showed her so many new… facets… of a woman she thought she knew everything about.).
In her black lacey panties and nothing else, Maura kneeled beside the couch and took charge of removing Jane's boots. She slid off Jane's socks and tucked them carefully into the boots, then tossed each boot over her shoulder. Jane laughed quietly, her voice so much more husky than usual.
Next, Maura tugged at the pants, finally setting them free of the long, long legs of Detective Jane Rizzoli. She tossed those to the side as well. Now it was Maura's turn to drink in the sight of a nearly naked Jane. Jane felt herself flushing at the intimacy of it. She didn't like for people to see her like this. It was too vulnerable, too-
Maura was still on her knees facing the couch, but she rose up a bit so she could meet Jane in a kiss. This one wasn't tentative. It was on purpose. And it was on fire. Jane thought she might lose consciousness at this point. Her body was feeling things it had never felt before. The sensations were crashing over her, drowning her. The noises coming from deep within her throat were animalistic. She didn't know which way to go, which way to turn, where to put her hands. She wanted to be everywhere at once. She wanted to… to consume Maura Isles.
"Maura? Jane?"
The women broke apart, chests heaving, panting for breath.
"Angela," Maura breathed.
"Oh, shit," Jane said. She leapt from the couch, grabbing discarded boots and clothes as she darted around the room. She looked like a panicked giraffe. A very lovely, raven-haired, taut-nippled, panicked giraffe. In a second she was hiding in Maura's room, and then in another second she'd tossed out Maura's flowery robe into the hallway. Maura grabbed it, and was just pulling closed as Angela walked in through the back door.
"Hi there," Angela said, bustling into the kitchen and not really looking at Maura. "I saw Jane's car out front and I was wondering if…" she trailed off as she caught sight of Maura hastily tying her robe closed. The medical examiner's hair was tousled and hanging sensually over one eye. Her chest and neck were flushed red, her cheeks rosy, her lips fiery and plump.
"Jane's," Maura started and then stopped again, feeling herself flush even pinker. "Jane's had a crazy day."
Angela's eyes went wide as she began to realize what might be happening. "Oh," she said, as she backed towards the door, reaching behind her for the doorknob, staring at Maura's figure – a figure that screamed "super sexy sexytimes."
"It can wait. I'll just, um, let her rest then," Angela said, opening the door.
"That would probably be best," Maura answered, trying to sound dignified even as her nipples pressed into the silk of the robe, leaving nothing to the imagination. "Have a good night, Angela."
Angela looked at Maura and gave her a quiet smile. "You have a good night, too, Maura." She pushed the button lock and closed the door behind her.
Maura flushed yet again. Then she turned on her heel and practically ran for the bedroom.