Hi. Sorry for the delay in updating and for thank you to the lovely guest whose review acted as a gentle nudge to me. Things are a bit hectic at the minute so apologies and on top of that I am trying to write my own novel (we've all got one in us right?). Anyway, I just wanted to say, I have not forgotten this, I will update when I can.
Jane watches as her own backside sashays in and out of view. Damn, she does have a fine ass even if she says so herself, about herself, which really is weird.
Jane watches as she speaks to Korsak and then starts to rack up the balls. She now wishes that she had worn something else as her jacket is removed and she can see her strong, defined arms and the vest top she is wearing.
Holy crap. She is two moves ahead of Maura and can see what the honey blonde has planned for her.
Jane walks over to the table and flutters Maura's long eyelashes.
"Are you ok there Jane? You seem to be having trouble racking up?"
"Thank you Maur, I seem to have forgotten how to do it."
"Here, let me." Jane leans across the table, the dress that Maura wears gapes to reveal her perfect mounds.
Maura can't help but stare at her own breasts. No wonder why men never look her in the eye.
She catches amusement in her own eyes.
"You ok there Jane? Can I help you with something?"
"No Maurrrr, I'm fine. Thank you. Shall I break?"
Jane smirks, the corners of Maura's mouth flickering up at the sides.
"Sure Jane. Why not?"
Jane watches as her own lean frame leans across the table and the white ball is struck and propelled into the triangle of balls. They fail to separate.
Well what do you know.
Jane chuckles, she bends down to her own ear and whispers so that only Maura can hear her.
"Nice try Doc."
A shiver runs throughout Maura. It is not that it is her silky smooth voice, at least she hopes it isn't, rather the flirtatious intent of Jane's words cause the shiver. Even standing their in her body, the essence of Jane is still so attractive to Maura.
Jane takes the cue and tries to balance on Maura's heels and line up the shot. She sticks Maura's ass high up in the air and feels Maura's breasts strain against their black lace bra and swell forward.
Maura leans down, hot breath in her own ear.
"Are you enjoying giving the boys a show there Detective?"
Jane really never realised how gravelly and husky her voice was. The words Maura uses it to enunciate and so dripping with suggestion that Jane very nearly does. She goes to lower Maura's head and then remembers her mantra.
Don't look at Maura's breasts, don't look at Maura's breasts, don't look at Maura's breasts.
She avoids the temptation to look at those beautiful milky white mounds and instead concentrates on her shot, only caring about the game, she needs something to focus on other than how in this body she cannot get as low to the table as she normally would in her own; Maura's breasts get in the way. As she draws the cue back Maura's breast rubs against the bare forearm and Maura's thumb. The sensation is glorious and Maura's nipples harden in response to the sensual touch.
As if to combat the rush of lust she is feeling, Jane concentrates on the shot, connecting the cue to the white. The balls separate expertly as a striped ball gravitates towards the corner pocket and disappears from view.
Jane takes more shots trying to ignore the delicate sensation of Maura's breast rubbing against the exposed arm. She can't help but notice the smirk on her own face and realise that Maura has seen Jane's arousal.
As the game continues and more striped balls are potted a crowd develops, no one has ever witnessed Jane Rizzoli lose a game of pool before.
"Jeez Doc, who knew you were a Pool Shark?!"
Oh crap, she forgot about that. Shit, should she throw the game or let 'Maura' win and take the ribbing from Frost and Korsak?
Jane looks at herself and can't help the smile that breaks out on Maura's face. As she sinks the black a cheer goes up.
"Goddam, I never thought I would see that, you feeling ok Janie?"
"Yes thank you Vince, I mean Korsak. What can I say, Maur must have picked up some skills from watching me. Right Maur?"
Don't lie, don't lie.
"Right, Jane's skills must be rubbing off on me. So come on guys are we gonna move on to Sapphire's?"
Frost looks at Maura with a look of pure shock.
"Doc? How do you know about Sapphire's?"
Goddam body switch. There is no way she would ever tell Maura about Sapphire's and if she starts to speak she will lie and hyperventilate. Maura senses Janes difficulties and helps her out.
"I told her about it Barry, leave her alone."
"Don't sweat it Rizzoli, anyway the Docs right. Come on you guys, let's head out."
The men whoop and holler, downing their beers, patting each others backs in exuberant fashion. Jane walks towards Maura, the click of Maura's heels rhythmic and sure. She speaks lowly so no one else can hear.
"Thanks Maur, I didn't want to lie."
"I know. It's ok. Oh by the way Jane, what is Sapphire's?"
Jane looks into her own face, never has she looked so innocent. She picks up here beer and downs it.
"It's uh, it's a strip club Maur."
Maura finishes her drink and starts walking, trying to perfect Jane's swagger, raising her voice for the benefit of her audience.
"Come on then Doc. Strip club. Hope you've got plenty of dollar bills."
Please god, let the ground open up. Right now.
Jane follows, shaking her head at the thought. Strip club indeed. Goddam boys' night.