Thank you so much for the reviews and feedback! This is so fun. :) I think this is the last chapter for this story, but I'll be thinking of something new to write, for sure. If you have any requests for other first encounter scenarios, let me know. I'll be brainstorming... (And let me know what you think about this chapter!) Thx!
Maura leaned her head on the doorframe of the bedroom and stared at Jane. Jane sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Maura. Maura sensed just the smallest amount of reality seeping into the moment and it made her heart race. Now that Angela had accidentally slowed things down between the two of them it seemed like someone should maybe say something about all this.
Or not.
Maura, for maybe the first time in her life, compartmentalized Google mouth. She took in Jane's lean figure, clad only in sexy boy shorts. She saw Jane's eyebrows furrow, Jane's mouth open as if to say something, Jane's head tilting to the side like maybe she was about to shake her head "no" and Maura wasn't about to let any damned thinking get in the way of this night. They could think about what was happening later. In the morning. Or never. She didn't care. But she knew she didn't want to think about anything right now. She wanted only to feel.
Before Jane could say anything, Maura let her robe drop to the floor. She walked purposefully to Jane, feeling the cool air of the room tighten her nipples even harder. Maura watched Jane as Jane watched Maura come closer. Jane was struggling to swallow.
Maura lifted her knees one at a time so she could straddle the detective on the bed. Jane was forced to lean back just a bit so that Maura could balance herself on Jane's lap. And balance herself she did. She put her hands into Jane's hair, bracing herself by gently holding the sides of Jane's head. Then she laughed that laugh of hers, throaty and adorable, arched her back, and used her hands to push Jane's face into her breasts. She did it jokingly, and gave her chest a little wiggle, which made her laugh even harder.
Muffled from being partially suffocated by the Rack of God, Jane said, "Maur, what are you doing?" before she began to laugh, too.
"I'm just giving you what you want, Jane," Maura said with another shimmy and a chuckle. Jane swept her arms out and around Maura, and in a combination wrestling/Kung Fu move reversed their positions. Instead of sitting, though, Maura ended up flat on her back on the bed, pinned under Jane, who straddled her now. Jane held Maura's arms over her head, crossed at the wrists.
"Oh you're giving me what I want, huh?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye. "I'm pretty sure I can get what I want all on my own."
"Really?" Maura answered, pursing her lips in that enticing but frustrating Dr. Isles smile. Then she busted out with her own moves, kicking up her legs and gently tossing Jane to the side of the bed, pinning her on her stomach. Maura straddled Jane's ass, clenching tightly with her thighs. "Did I ever tell you I once took part in a training session at Quantico? Self-defense and Suspect Apprehension. It was for a paper I was writing on…"
Jane lifted a hand behind her and without even looking, whacked Maura in the breast.
"No fun facts," Jane said, turning her face to the side and grinning. "Especially when you have me pinned."
"It seems like you aren't in a position to be making demands, Detective," Maura said, rubbing her hands roughly up and down Jane's bare back, closing her eyes, savoring the contact between the two women. "In fact, it seems to me that the bossy lady detective may have met her match."
Maura leaned forward, brushing her breasts along Jane's back. She swept Jane's raven curls to the side and kissed her neck as lightly as she could manage. "It seems that the both of us have so much more to uncover about each other," she whispered into Jane's ear, and as she said it she felt a bolt of electricity run through her center.
Maura laid herself on top of Jane's back, running her hands down Jane's sides, taking a moment to relish the swell of her bosom smashed against the bedspread. Jane's breath hitched as Maura pushed her body slowly down Jane's back, leaving a trail of feather light kisses. When Maura's mouth reached the waistband of Jane's boy shorts, she grabbed it playfully with her teeth and let out the smallest of growls before her hands reached down and began sliding down the last piece of clothing Detective Jane Rizzoli was wearing.
With Jane's underwear finally off, Maura moved her hands slowly up the long, bronze legs of her very best friend. Jane stifled a groan by pushing her face into the bedspread. Maura's hands were lightly kneading Jane's ass now, the only sound in the room the women's breathing and quiet groaning.
Maura placed two kisses and a quick nip on Jane's smooth ass and murmured, "You know, I've never done anything like this before."
"Could've fooled me," Jane said with a chuckle. "My God, Maura, you're killing me here."
Maura smiled and slid a hand between Jane's legs, feeling the warmth, the wetness, the naked desire. She found herself a little slack-jawed at the idea that she was responsible for this reaction in Jane's body. The human body is an amazing thing, Maura thought, but then she pushed away all the facts about arousal and sex that she was about to rattle off. No more thinking.
Jane couldn't help but slide her legs apart to give Maura's hand more access, and Maura graciously accepted the offer, sliding her fingers up and down in the wetness. With a slow and steady movement, Maura slipped two fingers inside the detective. Jane's ass pushed into the air and Maura dropped the palm of her other hand onto the base of Jane's back. She applied pressure to Jane's back as Jane pushed against her hand, and with her other hand, Maura continued to slide her fingers in and out of Jane in a torturously slow rhythm.
Soon, Jane's back with slick with sweat, her breathing uneven. Maura slipped her fingers out and up, finding Jane's clit with one slow sweep. Jane bucked under her, a hoarse cry ripping from her throat. And then she spun, twisting from her stomach to her back so that she could face Maura.
"What are you doing to me, Maura?" Jane whispered, and there was naked emotion in her voice. Her veneer of swagger and confidence was gone. Her eyes were huge, her lips open and rosy, her arms reaching for Maura.
Maura crashed down on top of Jane and their mouths met, hungry, desperate for each other. Maura let her hand go back to Jane's wetness, rubbing wide slow circles around Jane's clit – wide slow circles that mirrored what their tongues were doing in each other's mouths.
Jane's long arm reached for Maura's wetness, her fingers discovering that somehow the doctor was still wearing her lace panties. Even as she bucked under Maura's caresses, even as she kept kissing Maura as if their lives depended on it, she clutched those panties and gave a small grunt, and a quick yank, literally ripping them off of Maura.
Maura's tongue stopped for just a moment as her deep, throaty laugh vibrated straight onto Jane's lips, making them tremble. But then she was kissing Jane again, with renewed vigor, so turned on by the panty-ripping. So fucking turned on.
Their tongues and hands were moving in the same motions now, their bodies and minds speeding together like two atoms zooming towards each other in a superconducting supercollider. One second. Two seconds. Then crash. The atoms slammed into each other, the world exploded into light and sensation.
Jane and Maura cried out at the same time, throwing their heads back, gasping for air, convulsing with pleasure, experiencing for just a moment what it would be like to merge into one.
And then it was quiet except for their ragged breathing. They both lay back on the bed, sweaty, spent, chests heaving. Maura turned her head to the side to look at Jane, whose eyes were closed as she tried to regulate her breathing. Maura had never seen anything more beautiful. Ever.
Jane's eyes slowly opened and she turned her head to stare at Maura. Those eyes. Those lips. Jane had never seen anything more beautiful. Ever.
"You owe me a new pair of panties," Maura whispered with a smile.
"Really?" Jane said with a dimpled grin.
"Really." Maura answered, reaching over and tweaking a nipple.
"Hey!" Jane laughed. "Cut it out!" She reached over and tweaked one of Maura's nipples in return.
"Ow!" Maura laughed, batting away Jane's hand. "You're really in trouble now." She turned on her side, propped on her elbow and faced Jane, her eyes flashing, her dimple deepening.
"Oh, am I?" Jane asked, pushing herself up on an elbow and using her height advantage to barely lean her face over Maura's. She lifted a hand and tucked a sexy stray hair behind Maura's ear. "I don't think I've ever heard you say a truer statement, Dr. Isles. I am in trouble for sure."
Maura gazed into Jane's deep dark eyes and reached out, placing a hand on Jane's cheek. "And you're dragging me along with you, too." She pushed herself up higher and kissed the detective. "Just like you always do," she said up against Jane's soft lips.
"Yep. Just like I always do," Jane answered, her breath warm and delicious against Maura's mouth.
Maura sighed deeply, sensually. "I could go for some trouble right now."
"Oh, could you, Dr. Isles?" Jane ran a hand slowly along the side of Maura's breast causing them both to shiver.
"Yes, Detective." Maura answered, nipping Jane's bottom lip. "Shall we begin our new investigation right now?"
"We shall," Jane said in a playful voice, mimicking Maura. She dropped her lips to the doctor's neck. "I can't wait to see what we discover."
Maura laughed that laugh of hers, and Jane melted into her arms.