A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews! Here's another chapter that came up in my mind today. I think that this is some sort of ending! I hope you like it :)
They managed to escape from Angela's curiosity. Well, Jane had done the dirty work because Maura was beginning to go vasovagal and the last thing that Jane wanted was to take Maura to the ER.
Neither of them spoke since their confessions and the love that they made on the hammock, instead they sat on the couch in a comfortable silence, cuddling and watching TV. Maura's arms were wrapped around Jane's waist, her head resting on the detective's shoulder. Her eyelids closing. Jane's warm body was rocking her into sleep. The last thing she felt were Jane's lips on the top of her head.
Maura began to stir at the sight of the TV still on. She glanced around her to focus where she was and felt a pair of arms wrapping tightly around her waist. Jane head resting on her breasts. The brunette was sleeping peacefully and Maura realized that they were on her couch. She glanced at her watch only to see that they've slept through the evening.
12 A.M.
"Jane?" Maura whispered against Jane's ear, softly. "Lover?" She tried again but Jane only mumbled something. The ME chuckled softly and kissed the tip of her bestfriend's nose. That give her an idea. She adjusted herself so that now was on top of Jane, careful not to wake her. Maura brushed her lips against the brunette's. "Thank you for loving me." Another kiss, a chaste one. "I'm going to show you how much I love you."
Maura lips travelled along Jane's jawbone and then down her neck. Now it was her turn to enjoy the warm and softness of her lover's body, to explore it, touch it, kiss it. Jane's shifted slightly but Maura didn't stop. Instead she reached the hem of the detective's BPD t-shirt and lifted it, exposing her abs and her breasts covered by a white bra. She took her time kissing every inch of Jane's abdomen, tasting the skin with the tip of her tongue. The blonde's hand found home on the brunette's right breast and squeezed it lightly, enjoying that new feeling and soon enough she felt a warm and wet sensation between her own legs.
"Maur'?" Jane's husky voice made her shiver but Maura was so busy with her lips that she didn't bothered to respond. The ME's thumbs hooked the hem of the detective's boyshorts and underwear and pulled them down along Jane's long legs. Maura's settled between her bestfriend's legs and was mesmerized to see how wet Jane was. She glanced up, eyes searching eyes, and smiled at Jane.
"Hey…" Maura whispered with adoration and Jane couldn't help but smile back at her.
I could get use to wake up with Maura between my legs. That thought though led to another one.
Maura seems to know what she's doing. I only managed to touch her because I know what I like but this… What this means?
"Maur'?"
What the fuck, Rizzoli? Are you gonna ask her now?
"Mh?" Maura looked up at her again but Jane only shook her head and smiled. The blonde took it as a permission to go on and kissed Jane glistening lips eliciting a low and long growl from her detective. And then, Maura began to enjoy Jane's taste, licking and lapping slowly. When she found the brunette's throbbing clit she closed her mouth around it and began to suck it hard, moaning.
"Oh, fuck, Maur'!" Jane wasn't sure how much she could stand it. It was a new and powerful sensation for her. Nobody had ever gone down on her because she didn't like the idea, but Maura… Maura was her soft spot. Her Achilles' heel. Jane was at her mercy and it didn't bothered her.
"Don't… don't stop." Jane begged, her breath heavy and her voice even more husky than usual. She closed her eyes because the sight of Maura between her legs was too much for her mental sanity. Too much to resist and she wanted to enjoy her bestfriend's tongue on her most sensitive skin.
Maura, on the other hand, had to resist the urge to touch herself. Jane's moans were so hot – you sound like Giovanni – and her body was responding with a new wave of arousal. But this was about Jane, she wanted to drink her, to know her deeply. Maura's tongue found her way in Jane's sex. The brunette's hips arched and her hands found Maura's, gripping them so tightly that the ME whimpered.
"So... sorry…" Jane mumbled but Maura didn't bothered to respond, she was too busy pleasing her lover to actually care about her hands. "Maur'… come, come here." She pleaded and Maura replaced her mouth with her fingers. She felt Jane's walls starting to clench around her fingers so she curled them to reach her friend's G-spot.
"Kiss. I wanna a kiss." The detective managed to say and Maura crashed her lips on hers. Jane tasted herself in that kiss and she couldn't resist anymore. It was too much now so she let go. Her orgasm hit her hard. Maura drunk her moans – no need to be caught again by Angela – while her thumb was stroking Jane's clit to prolong her lover's orgasm.
"My badass detective." Maura chuckled lightly biting Jane's bottom lip.
"Yeah, Maur'. Make fun of me while I'm dying."
"You seem very alive to me." Maura pulled her fingers from Jane sex and, like the brunette did in the afternoon, bring them into her mouth, sucking Jane's juicies. "So sweet."
Jane gulped almost choking on her saliva. She pulled Maura in a hug and kissed her forehead. "I hope Ma doesn't come here to ask you why you're groping my boobs." Jane chuckled.
"That was so embarrassing."
"Eh." After a moment of silence and kissing, Jane couldn't help herself. "Maur'? Have you ever been with a woman?" The detective felt bad for that question, she was afraid to have overstepped some limit.
"Yes." Maura couldn't lie and she didn't want to. Not to Jane.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"You never want to talk about sex. I never had the chance to have this kind of conversation with you… Is that a problem?"
Damn, Rizzoli. Look at her, you scared her.
"No." Jane answered and smiled. "Not at all." Maura smiled back and pulled her detective in for a kiss.
"Maur'? What do we do now?"
"We live, Jane." Maura rested her forehead on Jane's and beamed at her lover. Her soulmate. Her everything. "We live."
The End.