Innocence
Part 4
Maura Isles sat ensconced in a lounge chair in front of her bay windows, bathed in the glimmer of night time street lighting of Boston's upper echelon residents of Beacon Hill. The streets shimmered with black wetness created by a late afternoon rain. Autumn was coming. She would have to get her check list together in time for winter. No matter whom you were, Boston winters were nothing to fool around with.
The teacher swirled her pinot noir and sighed. Waiting was never something she was fond of, but waiting on Jane Rizzoli made it almost intolerable. More wine sluiced across her pallet. The tangy essence of this vintage danced and swirled in an evocative, tantalizing embrace with her taste buds. If there was one thing she was happy to have learned from Mother Constance, it was the joys of partaking in and learning about fine wine. Fucking wine.
A flash of headlights lit up the white shears framing the over-sized window. Finally Jane had arrived. Maura made her way to her front door as she heard Jane turn off the engine and a solid thump of the cruiser door shutting. If not for the wine, Maura felt sure she would be almost giddy with anticipation. After a perfunctory knock, the hostess opened the door for her guest. God, how sexy was this fine specimen of Italian-Americana blend of just pure, blissful, come-and-get-me wrapped up in long dark curly hair and a dangerous smile.
They stood for a moment, lost in each other. With a tender hand Maura reached out to Jane, in a slow movement from shoulder to hand she took the Detective's hand and tugged her over the threshold and into her home and shut the door and locked it against the night.
No words were exchanged as Jane pulled Maura against her chest. Looking down into hazel eyes, she saw a mixture of emotions swirling, nonetheless of which was desire. Jane threaded her fingers gently through the soft blond hair and cradled the back of Maura's head. At the soft insistence of a gentle tug, their bodies fell into one another. They closed their eyes and brushed their cheeks together, lightly grazing their lips together.
The energy built, filling them, nourishing their connection that had been there since they first met. Then their lips met. Sweetness flowed through their veins. A quick breathe was sucked in perfumed with their combined scents and finally need was unleashed. Crashing lips bruised. Tongues tangled. Hands roamed. Feelings of yearning blazed within both women.
Maura headed the clarion call of desire and pressed Jane against the wall and slipped her thigh in-between the Detective's legs. Using an angled shimmy of her hips, she drove her hip bone into Jane's pelvis. The move was accepted as Jane widened her stance and before she knew her former teacher almost had her tumbling over the edge in orgasmic fervor.
"Maura….stop…" Maura moaned into her mouth, Jane desperately needed to get herself under control. No way did she want their first time to be a quick dry fuck against the wall in the entry way.
Jane pushed against Maura's shoulders and finally the teacher ceased all movement and just buried her face into the juncture of Jane's neck and shoulders.
"Shhh…it's okay. I feel it, too. Oh boy, how I feel it." A quiet giggle that was more shaking shoulders than sound, over took the smaller woman. Jane smiled; she knew they would be okay. One thing was for sure, they damn sure had chemistry.
Maura leaned back in the circle of Jane's arms and smiled.
"Well that was certainly a welcome for the record books." Maura stated as factually as only she could.
Jane blushed as she felt the wetness still clinging to her nether regions. She looked into Maura's eyes and once again they were lost. Before either could realize it, they were kissing again. When hands began to explore, it was Maura who broke away first this time.
"Just stop. You with all your sexy!" Playfully she shoved Jane and stepped back and grabbed Jane's hand and pulled her along to the living room. Once they were in front of the couch, she gracefully ushered Jane to sit.
"Would you care for a drink, Jane?" Maura canted her head to the side as she waited patiently for the answer.
Caught staring again Jane had to play catch up. "Ummm, I'll have water."
"I have beer, wine and a small assortment of liquor…oh and a variety of teas. Are you sure you just want water?"
"Maura, let me be clear, if I drink one once of alcohol, I am afraid I will have you any which way but loose." Jane stated emphatically.
Maura smiled mischievously, "One scotch on the rocks coming right up, madam!"
Jane laughed and pulled Maura down until she was sitting astride her.
"You, Ms. Maura Isles, are trouble. Now, get me my water, woman." Jane said with mock sternness.
After a few light kisses, Maura pushed herself up and went to the kitchen to get refreshments and a few finger snacks she had prepared. Who knows, maybe later on they would need sustenance. If her panties were any indication, she would a more than willing participant in working up that appetite.