AN: I must apologise, it has been ages since I updated this. This is a short chapter but wanted you to know I haven't abandoned it at all. I am on the editing stage of my novel so this is likely to be updated more often than it has been.
Hope you enjoy it.
As ever, I do not own the characters from Rizzoli and Isles or Freaky Friday.
"Come on Jane, you'll be late. I am never late."
Maura sits wearing an outfit she would never wear but she has to admit Jane looks incredibly sexy in. Maura has always thought that Jane has an incredible body but now that she is inside it, she can appreciate it from a whole different perspective, and appreciate it she has done. Several times in fact.
Maura looks down at Jane's arms, the muscles in Jane's arms rippling. Maura places Jane's hand on the rock hard abs underneath the wife beater that Jane had picked out for her to wear along with the matching Red Sox basketball shorts. She looks tall and lean, her musculature taut and hard. The hand caresses the muscles gently and Maura hears the glorious husky moan that falls from Jane's lips.
"Hey Maur I... Maura, what are you doing?"
"I am stroking your abs Jane, what does it look like I am doing?"
"Oh god Maur."
Maura watches as her face flushes and display the signs of embarrassment and arousal.
"Do you have to? And how in the hell do you walk in these heels? And this corset? Good god woman, I can barely breathe."
"You'll get used to it Jane."
"I don't want to get used to it Maur."
"Well you should, look at what it does to my bosom."
Without thinking Jane glances down and gets a face full of Maura's delicious bosom. All moisture gravitates towards Maura's centre which contracts wildly and causes Jane to stop breathing. She cannot stop staring. She cannot stop wondering what it would be like to touch them, to kiss them, properly, as her, not in this weird body swap thing. She does not fail to process the rush of arousal at the sight of Maura's breasts and whines, hoping to distract herself from the rising temperature which seems to be coming from Maura's core.
"Jane. Jane!"
"What? Oh god. Maurrrrrrr... What did you make me do that for?"
Maura sees her chance and decides to take advantage of Jane's inability to lie.
"What? Don't you think I have nice breasts Jane?"
Stay cool Rizzoli, don't lie and you wont go vaso... You won't faint.
"I think you have amazing boobs Maur, as with the rest of your body. You know we call them the rack of god."
Jane clasps Maura's hands on Maura's soft kissable lips. Maura chuckles, the throaty laugh of Jane's that coats the air. Why? Why could she not lie and why does she now do the whole Googlemouth thing? What is that about?
Maura decides to have a little fun and tease the detective. She knows what a killer body she has, she doesn't fail to notice the facial responses of men and women who bestow her with lascivious gazes. She also knows about the nicknames and thinks the rack of god is much better than the queen of the dead.
"Don't you like to look at my breasts Jane?"
"Oh god, yes Maura, I loooove looking at your breasts. Look can we go now please?"
Maura notices that there are no hives present, therefore even though she could detect the sarcasm that Jane often uses, she meant what she said. Maura feels a thrill rush through her at this thought.
Maura has always been attracted to the lanky detective, but never considered that it could actually be a mutual attraction. Maura needs to collect evidence to support this and figures that spending the day with Frankie will probably help.
The ladies step into Maura's car and Jane drives them to their respective locations.
As Jane drops Maura off to her destination she spies her brother come running around the corner and body check Maura, clattering her to the ground. Her first instinct is to get out of the car and to run and see how Maura is but she knows she can't do that. She knows she has to at least try and keep their cover.
She watches her own tall frame stand and strong hands brush the dirt and gravel from her knees.
As Jane gives them a wave and sets off to her own lunchtime appointment she can't help but think this really wasn't going to end well for either of them.