Maura's body pulses as she and Jane turn toward the house. She can feel the brunette's body close to her own, their arms brushing briefly every so often. When Jane called earlier and told her about Lauren Stokes, Maura couldn't help but hum with anger. How dare she push Jane to break the rules! She could get Jane in a lot of trouble. She could get her fired! How dare that woman use her position to take advantage of her! Jane had been terrified of Maura thinking that she had somehow cheated; Maura could hear it in her voice even over the phone. But the blonde only saw the breach of conduct by the representative from the Justice Department. Breaking Maura's train of thought, Jane pressed the conversation onward, "what's for dinner?"
"Homemade pizza." Maura responds absentmindedly. Considering further, Maura adds playfully, "you don't strike me as a L'Agneau au Cassis kind of girl."
"I have no idea what you just said, but yes! Pizza!" Maura chuckles lightly in response.
They enter the house, walking through the still open door from Maura's dramatic exit. Jane enters first then turns to close the door behind Maura. Maura can't help but meet the brunette's eyes as she enters the house. Maura can feel her body gravitate toward Jane's. My God, I can't stay away from you. And I don't want to. A familiar expression darkens the brunette's features suddenly and without warning. Maura swallows thickly as she remembers the last time she saw that look.
Maura panted heavily as Jane slowly inched her hand up the inside of Maura's right thigh. Maura's thighs trembled with the mere expectation of Jane's touch. Her lips hastily found Maura's in the dimly lit stall at the back of the bathroom. They hadn't even left the bar before Jane had claimed her. Only minutes ago, Maura had not taken three steps into The Dirty Robber before Jane had swept her eager hands around Maura's waist pulling her body close.
Jane nuzzled into Maura's hair before kissing the soft spot behind her ear, "We're not leaving until I make you cum for me." Jane lips moved against Maura's ear sending chills down her spine. Maura couldn't find the words to respond, she looked up into Jane's eyes immediately searching for the truth. She can't be serious. Maura had though. But when Maura glimpsed Jane's deep, carnal need wreathing below the surface, the space between her legs warmed and wet simultaneously. Jane was serious. Jane then proceeded to escort the blonde possessively by the wrist to the back of the bar and into the women's bathroom.
Jane had slammed the stall door closed, flipped the lock, and immediately turned to Maura, crashing ravenous lips onto hers. Maura moaned into Jane's mouth wanting, no, needing more as Jane pushed Maura's dress up her thighs. Maura's head tilted back at the contact. Watching Maura's need flush her cheeks, Jane didn't hesitate as she cupped Maura's center roughly. Maura could barely contain her shriek from echoing through the hollow room.
When Maura watches that barely contained lust grow behind Jane's eyes again, her core reacts instinctively. Maura can feel herself growing wet and wanting. Remembering the sensation of Jane's lips on her own, Maura traces the line of her bottom lip with her fingers as she watches several things flash across her lover's face as she did so.
When Jane shuts the front door quietly, effectively sealing them inside, Maura's heart began to pound in her chest. Heart palpitations due to arousal. The most effective remedy is distance from the subject. Maura approaches her kitchen counter; two pizzas waiting to be cut. Maura pulls the pizza cutter from the drawer and begins to slice through the warm pizza with ease. Jane finally seems to have found her voice as she enters the kitchen.
"Maura…" Jane's voice is thick and dripping with that husky desire she knows so well. Maura's heart races as she watches Jane close the distance between them from the corner of her eye.
Maura finally looks up to meet Jane's eyes.
"Y…yes?" Maura stutters. Jane holds Maura's gaze as she approaches the counter Maura is now using as a support to keep her knees from buckling under Jane's stare.
"I have to fuck you right now." Maura's mouth goes dry.
"Excuse me?"
"You can't seriously expect to wear that and not have me fuck you against this counter."
Jane rounds the edge of the counter to come face to face with her blonde. Maura can feel Jane's warm breath against her skin as the brunette reaches forward to grab Maura's hips, pulling herself against Maura's toned body. Jane brushes the hair from Maura's neck to give herself access to the skin beneath it. Jane kisses tentatively, grazing her lips across the soft skin she finds there.
"Jane," Maura breathes. Her hands are unconsciously finding Jane's waist to pull her closer. With Jane this close, Maura can no longer see reason. She tries listing all the things they should be doing instead, the things that mature adults would do at a time like this. We should talk instead. We should be talking about how we're going to handle this new policy. We should be communicating. We should be…
Jane nips at Maura's collarbone making the silent discussion in Maura's head cease immediately. "Maura," Jane replies matter-of-factly. Her mouth never leaving Maura's skin. There was no stopping her now. Jane's hand pushes through the gap on Maura's unbuttoned shirt immediately seeks the clasp of Maura's bra.
"Shouldn't we talk or…" it was one last vague attempt at reason but when her bra loosened suddenly, falling slack against her chest and Jane's own hands hastily replace the bra, Maura's head falls back as she mouths the words. Her protests no longer matter, Jane isn't listening anymore. Jane's mouth is on Maura's exposed breast now, her tongue flicking out to circle her nipple. Maura moans instantly at the sensation.
Jane finally unbuttons the only button keeping her from complete exposure to Maura's body. She pushes the shirt over Maura's shoulders, letting it fall against the countertop. Maura tugs at Jane's shirt, suddenly thirsty for the feeling of Jane's skin against her own. In one fluid motion, Maura untucks Jane's shirt from her pants and pulls it over her head revealing the black lace bra Maura had already deemed her favorite of Jane's. Jane immediately closes the space between them, capturing Maura's lips against her own. Maura's fingers grip Jane's hair, pulling her closer. Their tongues meet in the middle, dancing together like they had been doing it for years. Jane pushes her knee between Maura's legs and draws her thigh up against Maura's center, she can feel the heat radiating from the spot. Maura cries out in pleasure at the contact.
When Jane reaches down to dip her fingers beneath the hem of Maura's panties, Maura is sure she will combust from the heat scorching through her body toward her core, the core that is pleading for Jane.
"Please Jane," Maura begs, suddenly overcome with the raw need for Jane to finish her.
Jane smiles as she pushes Maura's panties aside with a swish of her thumb and begins feeling up and down Maura's soft center, teasing and yet caressing. Maura gasps at the contact. Her fingers tightening in Jane's hair, Maura wants more. She knows Jane can feel how much she wants her. Maura wraps one leg around Jane's waist, giving complete permission. Jane plays with Maura's opening, seemingly not ready to give in to Maura's lust. Maura whines at the thought of being teased so cruelly.
Before Maura has the chance to beg again, Jane abruptly removes her fingers from Maura, the absence leaving Maura empty and wanting. Jane suddenly lifts Maura off the floor entirely, carrying her away from the counter. Maura finds Jane's lips, kissing her madly, unable to keep herself from the temptation. It isn't until Maura's back is pressed against the hard surface of the fridge that she realizes what Jane's intentions are. Not allowing her feet to touch the floor, Jane presses against Maura's body roughly, using the refrigerator as support to then wrap an arm under Maura, keeping her stable. Maura releases Jane's lips briefly, meeting her eyes, waiting for Jane's next move. Maura sees a flicker of mischief flash behind those brown eyes before Jane, once again, sweeps Maura's panties aside and runs teasing fingers up and down Maura's center. Maura's head pushes back against the refrigerator door, frustration and arousal building.
"Please," Maura's breathy voice begged for entrance.
Without hesitation, Jane presses two fingers into Maura. Her moan echoes through the kitchen as the feeling of her lover's fingers filling her overwhelm her. Jane's pace is slow and methodical, calculating even. Maura wants more. So much more.
"God, fuck me, Jane!" Maura grips Jane's hair roughly, forcing Jane to meet her eyes and see the need in them. Jane smiles dangerously. Pushing a third finger into Maura, Jane thrusts into the blonde roughly. Maura cries out in pleasure as Jane presses deeper. Glass bottles inside the fridge began to rattle at the motion but Maura doesn't care. Everything dulls around her when Jane is inside of her.
Jane's thumb finds Maura's clit and Maura's groans intensify and grow more urgent, her body arches against Jane's. Her nipples brush against the fabric of Jane's bra creating much needed friction. Warmth spreads through Maura's body, coating everything in sensations that only Jane Rizzoli could create.
Jane presses her lips to Maura's shoulder before biting harshly. Maura cries out but the arousal that follows is worth it. Maura's hips thrust against Jane's hand, seeking release. Maura is at the edge, nearing her end. Jane knows, she always knows. Jane pushes further into Maura than she has all night, her fingers curl against Maura's inner walls. Her thumb circles twice more and Maura tips over the edge. Her cry of release echoes through the house. White, hot, blessed release enraptures Maura's body; her hips thrust deeply against Jane, driving her fingers deeper with each thrust. Jane's thumb continues to circle Maura's clit carrying her orgasm further. Her walls tighten around Jane's fingers threatening to push them out entirely. Jane presses into Maura only once more before Maura collapses against her.
Jane slowly withdraws her fingers from Maura's center. Despite Maura's exhausted state, she whines at their absence. The brunette wraps her arms under the blonde to carry her to the couch. Maura is dead weight in Jane's arms.
Laying her gently on the couch, Jane leans down to kiss her blonde before taking her seat at the other end of the couch. Maura's body feels like it has melted into liquid form from the aftereffects of her orgasm. She can feel Jane's eyes on her. Maura narrowly opens her eyes to find that she is right, Jane watches her with zeal. A small smirk dances at the corner of her mouth.
"You're too far away." Maura coos, unable to contain herself.
Jane chuckles lightly in her chest, leaning forward without hesitation to lift Maura's legs and replace them atop her own. Maura can't help but stare at the brunette. You are beautiful. Maura says to herself. To think we just met at a bar one night. Maura couldn't shake the feeling of how lucky she had been to find this woman before her. And you saved me, Jane.. She remembers those boys and how they had circled her like vultures. Jane had saved her from potentially the worst evening of her life getting any worse – and possibly even transforming it into the best. You've been saving me ever since.
"What?" Jane asks. Her smile widens.
"You're beautiful."
"Did you have a few drinks before I got here?" Jane is suddenly bashful.
Maura's smile is genuine. "I don't need to be drunk to admire your beauty, Jane."
"Still think you've lost it." Jane looks away embarrassed.
"What are you going to do about Lauren?" Maura can't help but ask.
Jane is silent for longer than courtesy dictates.
"Nothing."
"You have to report her, Jane." She's using her position to make sexual advances. I will not stand for it. It's unjust. And I don't like it. Though the last confession was a fleeting afterthought, it made Maura feel silly and childish nonetheless.
"For what? Flirting?"
"For sexual harassment. She can't use her power and position to bend you to her will."
"I don't bend to anyone's will." Jane's petulance was almost endearing.
Maura simply raised an eyebrow, waiting for Jane to remember how submissive she had been only days before. In bed. With ice cubes. Jane remembered suddenly and blushed.
"That doesn't count." She remarked quickly.
"Jane,"
"She has ammo on me now. She knows something's up between you and I."
"How do you know that? Did you tell her outright?"
"No, but she suspects something." Jane's irritation is growing. "Plus, what am I supposed to report? She hit on me in the elevator but I turned her down because I'm dating the Chief Medical Examiner?"
Maura chuckled warmly. "You should," Maura attempts sarcasm.
"Yeah, sure. I'll get right on that, as soon as I tell my mother I'm gay." Jane's tone was dismissive but Maura could hear an undertone of bitterness that shrouded her features as she confessed the words.
"You haven't come out to your parents?"
"No. Have you?"
"I wasn't aware of my propensity toward women until I met you."
"So…no?"
"Jane, there's no shame in coming out to your family."
"Uh, yeah! There is! First, I'd have to tell Ma, then my brothers, then…God…my Pop. Hell no. I don't need their noses in my business anyway. They're in it enough as it is."
"What about Lauren? Are you going to tell her you're in a relationship?"
"Thank you, Overlord of Directness! No, Maura, I'm not going to tell her."
"Why not? Don't you think it's rather pertinent information to someone that is trying to ask you out."
"Not if you're trying to keep it a secret!"
Maura sighs heavily. More than anything, she wants Lauren gone. She complicates an already immensely complicated situation.
"I don't like how she looks at you." Maura blurts out.
Jane chokes on nothing. "What?"
"Lauren. I don't like how she looks at you."
"Maura," Jane cooed, beginning to reposition Maura's legs from atop her own so she can wedge closer to the blonde.
"I can't help it." Maura watches Jane approach. "She looks at you like…like…" Jane leans toward her, her lips inching closer to Maura's. Maura stumbles over the words, trying desperately to think cognitively.
"I don't really care how she looks at me." Jane brushes her lips against Maura's. "I only care how you see me."
Maura beams a million watt smile, kissing Jane in earnest, and feels her lover melt into her arms.