Maura was just stepping out of her car when a thunderous rumbling came up behind her. She spun on her toes and nearly collapsed against the driver's door at the sight.
Why did no one ever tell me Jane Rizzoli owned a motorcycle?
Her eyes roamed over the simply delicious sight of Jane clad in a black leather jacket and tight, tight jeans. The added bonus of the image of said detective straddling a Harley was nothing to scoff at either. Her calves were well defined, even underneath the thick layer of denim, and the steel-toe boots had a bit of a heel, truly making those outstanding muscles really pop.
Maura's gaze finally made the trip to Jane's face, zeroing in on the surprisingly stylish silver-rimmed aviators covering her eyes.
She swooned, leaning against the car door by necessity before she simply melted into a puddle at Jane's feet... which were attached to those gorgeous legs which connected to those womanly hips which gave way to those jaw-dropping, amazing abs and-
No, Maura, if you keep thinking like that you might end up taking her right here in your driveway. Your parents raised you to be more private than that.
She was mildly surprised when Jane's hand stroked her cheek rather suddenly. Her eyes refocused only to find that Jane had turned off the bike and was now standing in front of her, staring down at her in acute concern.
"Maur, are you okay?" Jane grasped the doctor's chin, tilting her head this way and that.
"Nothing's wrong," she replied, licking her lips absently in want. Jane's hand dropped to Maura's waist.
"Are you sure?" Jane asked huskily, lightly running her hand over the fabric of Maura's dress, slowly drawing the material up. Maura swallowed thickly due to her suddenly dry mouth. Jane truly is a goddess, Maura thought as she raked her eyes over the leather-wearing, motorcycle-riding, mouth-watering detective.
Without forethought, Maura crashed their mouths together, smiling at Jane's audible approval. The brunette pushed her against the car door, clutching at her waist, smothering Maura with her lips. Her back automatically arched against the car frame and she groaned at the feeling of Jane's leg slipping between her own two.
A whistle brought them back to the present. It seemed that one of Maura's neighbours was very appreciative of the show.
Maura could tell from the look in Jane's eye that the detective was about to march over there and give his creeping ass a piece of her mind, but she placed her hand on a taut forearm, stroking in a calming fashion.
"Let it go, Jane. I can think of a better use of your skills," Maura stated and winked, leading the detective to the door and beyond that, the bedroom.
They stumbled through the last door like teenagers, always touching each other in some way. Even as they undressed each other, slipping shirts from skin, sliding jeans and skirts from gorgeous hips, they never pulled away enough to break contact. When they finally fell to the bed, their arms wrapped up in tangles together as they kissed.
Exploring, that's exactly what they were doing. Re-examining the pure, unadulterated beauty of the woman surrounding each, worshiping the flawed yet stunning skin in ways familiar and new.
They brought each other to the gasping, choking, screaming peak one right after the other, like cascading dominoes. And as they laid in the after glow, they attained that peaceful feeling, the one that lets you believe that everything will be perfect
Because it already was.