AN: see ch1 for disclaimers.
Shower scene... Hope you like it :-)
Jane wakes in the morning from a deep slumber. She stumbles out towards the kitchen, her limbs feel weird. She can smell freshly brewed coffee and she can hear herself singing the song Maura sings on a morning. She hears Joe bark and the slamming of a door. She trips over Bass and says out loud.
"Stoopid turtle."
The voice she hears is Maura's. Great, they are still stuck in each others bodies.
Bass pulls his head in, surprised at his Mistress calling him stupid. He feels her hand on him petting her.
"Sorry buddy. It takes me a while to wake up. Let's find you some British strawberries."
Jane moves to the fridge, still adjusting to the sway and sensual sashay of Maura's body. She watches as Maura's beautiful hands open the fridge and retrieve the strawberries for Bass.
Jane takes the strawberries and squats down on Maura's haunches. Jane can feel the glorious pull of Maura's calf and thigh muscles on those shapely legs. The position is surprisingly comfortable; the yoga she supposes.
Bass munches on the strawberry that is offered to him. Maura's house is silent, Maura having taken Joe on a walk.
Holy crap. Shower time.
Jane wills Maura's body to move back to the guest bedroom and then the bathroom, picking up her towels on the way.
The towels are set on the side as Jane uses Maura's hands to open the door to the shower cubicle.
Come on Rizzoli, you can do this. You need to shower. It's not a big deal. Get it together.
As if spurred on by her internal monologue Jane removes the negligee and lace panties from Maura's body and switches on the shower.
Jane jumps in the shower careful not to allow Maura's eyes to travel downwards.
The rainfall shower head drenches Maura's hair. Jane raises one of Maura's arms feeling the soft swell of Maura's breasts against Maura's arm. Jane repeats with the other arm.
This is sooo distracting. Usually Jane's own breasts do not really move, but with Maura's ample bosom, the slightest movement sends a series of ripples through Maura's body and the perfect mounds reply with a small wobble.
Jesus they feel amazing.
Jane notices that both nipples become erect.
Cut it out Rizzoli. Come on!
Jane turns Maura's body, facing away from the jets of the water. She tips Maura's head backwards and luxuriates in the feel of the water caressing Maura's skin.
Okay. Shampoo.
Jane reaches for her own shampoo out of habit and squeezes the size of a ten pence piece onto Maura's palm. Maura's hands work her scalp until her hair is covered in lather. Jane rinses Maura's hands.
Ok. Moment of truth. Soap.
Jane leans Maura's body forward and bends to pick up the soap. Maura's breasts swing into Maura's eye line, Jane momentarily forgetting not to look at Maura's breasts.
Oh god!
The image of Maura's soft breasts dripping with water swinging into view will always be ingrained on Jane's brain.
Jane snaps Maura's back straight back up.
Jane can feel Maura's blood pumping around her body and Maura's heart thumping in her chest.
Christ Rizzoli, they're just tits.
With that Jane rubs the bar of soap against Maura's body. She starts with both arms, under Maura's armpits and then Maura's long shapely legs. Jane marvels at how Maura's hands feel against the soft flesh of Maura's calves. Jane finds that Maura's hands travel back and forth, back and forth, luxuriating in the feel, Jane is completely lost in experiencing Maura's silken glory.
Jane wills Maura's hands to stop their exploration and stands up. Two places left to wash. Oh crap, why did she leave these until last? Okay okay okay, just do it. Do it.
Jane musters her strength of mind and brings Maura's hand containing the soap to Maura's left breast.
Crap.
Maura's fingers ghost over the fullness of Maura's breasts. One and then the other. The breath catches in Maura's chest. Never before has Jane felt anything as wonderful. Full. Sensuous. Plump gorgeous flesh, the hard nipple practically begging to be touched, to be pinched. Maura's hand stops 'washing' and Jane's subconscious kicks in, she takes the soft mounds between Maura's fingers, kneading the plump full roundness of Maura's mounds before moving to the nipples. Jane feels a pulse resonate between Maura's legs as Maura's thumb and forefinger close slowly over Maura's nipple and start to pinch the areola...
"No!"
Jane reprimands herself. Maura's hands being thrown to Maura's sides.
Jane feels lightheaded, a combination of the now steamy bathroom and the effect of Maura's body has had on her.
Jane waits a few seconds before her final torture. Jane takes the soap, screws Maura's eyes shut as tightly as she can before quickly washing Maura's genitals. Jane can't help but notice Maura's wetness, which is not from the shower.
Jane throws the soap back in the dish and moves Maura's body underneath the water stream, rinsing the suds from Maura's body. Jane shuts off the shower and wraps a towel over Maura's head and one around Maura's body.
Jane can hear that Maura and Joe are back from their walk. She sits on the bed, traumatised by her shower and at how aroused she is. She is about to dress when there is a soft knock on the door and Maura walks in.
God she misses her body.
"Jane, I heard you in the shower. I brought you the body lotion I like to use."
"Thanks Maur."
Maura notices that her own skin is tinged. Flushed cheeks and chest, shallow breathing. Her body is displaying signs of arousal. Despite the shower she can smell the distinct scent of her own arousal. Maura decides to take advantage of Jane's inability to lie.
"Are you ok Jane?"
"Yes, fine. Fine."
"Jane, were you masturbating?"
"What? God! No!"
Maura changes her line of questioning.
"Were you touching my body and feeling aroused by it?"
Jane goes to speak but breaks out in hives.
Maura sits next to herself putting Jane's strong muscular arm around her own shoulders.
"It's ok Jane, it's perfectly natural."
"Oh god Maur!"
Jane hunches over putting Maura's head between Maura's knees.
Just don't look up!
"Honestly Jane, you really should. I can quite recommend it."
Jane raises Maura's head and looks straight into her own eyes, immediately seeing that Maura is telling the truth.
"You mean you've... You know... With my... You know... This morning..."
Maura blinks Jane's eyelashes repeatedly.
"Yes Jane. Twice this morning and once last night."
"Oh god, Maur! Please don't tell me things like that."
"You have nothing to be embarrassed by Jane, it was wonderful. You have quite the sex drive. And your body really is incredible. I..."
"Please Maur, please, stop. You're killing me."
"Hm. Fine."
Maura stands, towering over her own smaller body. She loves how powerful Jane's height makes her feel.
"Oh, by the way, you are having lunch with Roger this afternoon."
"What? Who the hell is Roger? Oh shit, I forgot, I am meant to be playing basketball and coaching Frankie for his interview."
"Roger is my friend from University and you have to, I mean I have to help Frankie. He can't miss this."
"I know, I know."
Perfect, today was getting worse. As long as Frankie didn't mention her crush on Maura she'd be fine. Right?