Hello lovely people. Well life has been hectic but I managed to squeeze this in while I wait for my car to be MOTed.
As ever, I own nothing.
Happy reading...
Oh and I have changed the rating on this one. Can't think why...
Jane was always amazed at how at home she felt in the Medical Examiner's house. There had always been something about the honey-blonde that felt comforting, like coming home. At first she had thought it was a shared kinship, the silent recognition between two high-powered, professional women working within a male dominated environment and owning it like no man could. It had then grown into a deep friendship that had surprised them both; it was loyal, protective, a bond that had sometimes been rocked to its core, but their foundations were strong.
They had nothing in common. Jane liked instant coffee, Maura Kopi Lowak; Jane had grown up surrounded by people and noise, Maura separate and removed; formed through the existence of an adopted only child. Maura was, at times awkward whereas Jane had swagger oozing out of every poor. Maura was unfamiliar with the experience of human emotion and interaction, watching rather than experienced, learned rather than lived. The woman that others regarded as the Queen of the Dead, Jane and her family saw as part of the Rizzoli clan; warm, funny, caring, loyal and a generous spirit, so much so that Jane's own mother lived with her albeit in her guest house. So to Jane the recent realization had been that it wasn't just within the bricks and mortar of Maura's house that she felt at home, but rather being with Maura was what made her feel comforted. It made her feel loved, wanted and protected and that was something that she rarely felt. She had bad.
Jane had tried for years to deny her sexual attraction to women. Perhaps that was why she always dated fuckwits; men like Dean and Casey were always unavailable, a physical itch to scratch when the need raised its head. With Maura though, it was inevitable that eventually she would give in to it, that in the end, she would be unable to deny her true feelings towards her friend. Never in a million years did she once even entertain that Maura might feel the same. Yet here they were. Having spent those intimate hours inside her body, living as Maura, she had learned the secrets, the hidden truths that she had only dreamed about. And now was the time for them to talk about it, even if they were in each others' bodies.
Standing in the guest bedroom Jane suddenly felt nervous. She slowly undressed, preparing for her shower. As her hands removed the clothes that were almost a second skin on Maura this time she allowed herself to feel the sensation, to luxuriate in the feel of Maura. Jane moved Maura's fingertips slowly across Maura's clavicle and down her arm and across to the mounds that she had been trying so desperately to avoid, feeling the hard definition of the muscles but the soft womanly flesh that was so enticing, so smooth, so...
"Jane."
Her own raspy voice punctuated the loud knock on the door.
"Jane, are you ok in there? It's just that you've been in there ages and I haven't yet heard the shower."
"Er, yeah, I was just" feeling you up "I'm just getting into the shower and I'll be right out."
"Good. Don't be long. I'm keen for us to have this conversation. I've got you a beer out waiting. I figured we could both do with a drink."
"Cool. Thanks Maur. Just give me ten minutes. Ok."
"Ok Jane."
Jane quickly removed the rest of Maura's clothing. How long had she been thinking? How long had she been copping a feel?
Jeez, better make it a cold shower Rizzoli.
Jane could feel the slow steady pulsing between Maura's legs. It was becoming unbearable and definitely distracting.
Damnit, just the thought of her naked and that's it, I'm soooo the guy in this relationship. Is that what this is? Is that what I want? Hell yeah!
Jane was becoming more confident in Maura's body. Usually she would have screwed Maura's eyes up tight and tried to avoid looking at the curvaceous delights of Maura's pert form, but dear God, it was killing her. One peek wouldn't hurt. Right?
Jane climbed into the shower and turned the dial, the spray a waterfall of cool water. Jane picked up the shampoo, lathering Maura's hair, feeling and smelling the scent that was pure Maura. Jane ran the soap across Maura's body, creating and spreading suds on her breasts and genitals. Whereas before she would have rushed, this time she just couldn't help it, this time she allowed herself to feel, she allowed herself to touch.
Jane was surprised at the swell of Maura's bosom. Maura's boobs always caused men, hell and women, to stare. And her legs, and her butt, but those boobs! Good God, she could stop traffic with those things! Here they were naked and wet and soapy, holy fuck, they were even better. Jane couldn't help herself and let out a moan, feeling the now erect nipple between Maura's fingers. The pulsing grew. She knew she should wait but she just couldn't.
Jane braced herself against the wall as the manicured hand of the Medical Examiner made its way down into the neatly trimmed dark curls, making Jane doubt that Maura was a natural blonde. Jane gasped as she slid a finger into Maura's glorious pussy.
Shit, she was wet.
She quickly, fervently circled Maura's sweet clit, feeling her orgasm quickly rise, the tightening in Maura's abdomen indicating that she was close.
Oh fuck, gnnnnnrrr
She shuddered with the ferocity and speed of her orgasm.
Yup, definitely the guy.
Jane stepped out of the shower and started to dry herself quickly, occupied with the guilt of what she had just done and the embarrassment at the quickness of it.
Jeez Rizzoli, why couldn't you wait? Why did you have to do that? You have dreamed about Maura for years and you had to have a quick dirty solo, you couldn't wait ten more minutes?!
Jane scolded herself while she dressed, not noticing until she tried to pull on Maura's clothes that something was amiss.
"What the?"
Jane looked down, trying to tug on the yoga pants realising that they were suddenly like shorts on her. She ran to the mirror in the bathroom, wiping the condensation away to reveal a sight she never thought she would see again; her own deep chocolate brown eyes staring back at her.
They had swapped back.
Dun dun dun! How will they react now that they are back in their own bodies? Something R-rated I reckon. Hope you are enjoying the sun ladies, remember your sunscreen.