A/N: Happy Friday, friends! Here's Chapter 4! Hope y'all like it!
Note that this chapter changes this story to M-rated. It's getting hot in here!
Disclaimer: We don't own Rizzoli and Isles, just like we didn't last week, or the week before that, or the week before that...
FLASHBACK
The Dirty Robber was packed full of officers wanting to offer their congratulations on Detective Rizzoli's new position with the FBI. Jane was standing at the bar, having consumed way more beer than normal, but only Maura could tell. Sensing that Jane was heading to the point of no return, she gracefully interjected herself in the conversation and pulled Jane aside, handing her a water. In true Jane fashion, someone tapped her on her back from behind and her hand jerked, drenching both herself and Maura in the process.
"Shit!" Jane hollered.
Maura glared at her, "Language, Jane," she responded calmly, instinctively reaching out to wipe the water off Jane's shirt, not even aware of her own assets and the attention they were garnering. Jane motioned to Maura's white shirt and the lace playing peek-a-boo through the drenched material. Jane pulled Maura into her and led her to the table, grabbing her suit jacket and thrusting it in Maura's face.
"Put this on," Jane ordered. "Now. Everyone is staring."
"Everyone is staring because you're acting ridiculous," Maura murmured under her breath. She shrugged the jacket on regardless and stood to the side as Jane announced loudly that she was leaving. A few handshakes, hugs, and goodbyes, and Jane was hailing a cab to take them to Maura's. Maura's head was spinning at how quickly Jane had maneuvered them out of the bar.
Maura started to take the jacket off and hand it to Jane when Jane's hand shot out and stopped her. Maura's eyes widened when she realized that Jane was eyeing the cab driver to make sure he wasn't watching. Jane's left hand came to rest high on Maura's thigh, her thumb drawing lazy circles. Maura felt her breath hitch, Jane's fingers were kneading the flesh. Maura felt like she might pass out.
"Jane, what is the matter with you?" Maura asked, taking the jacket off and tossing it on Jane's lap.
Jane motioned to her chest, which was still wet but in the darkness couldn't be made out. Maura noticed how Jane's eyes stayed glued on her chest, her tongue darting out over pink lips. When Jane met Maura's eyes, she looked away quickly. Maura grabbed Jane's hand and weaved their fingers together, smirking as Jane squeezed her hand in return, almost in gratitude that Maura didn't push any further.
Jane shoved some cash in the driver's hand and basically pushed Maura out of the cab and up to her front stoop. As Maura was fiddling with her keys, she could feel the weight of Jane's body against her back, feel the tickle of her breath on her neck. Jane reached out and moved her hair off her neck. After what seemed like ages, Maura felt, she finally was able to focus on turning the lock, and as she opened the door and closed it, Jane had already occupied all of her personal space. As soon as Maura's back hit the front door, Jane's tongue invaded her mouth. Maura's nerve endings were on fire, a sensation coiling in her belly and down to her toes. She returned the kiss back, equally invested and she tilted her head to the side as Jane moved one hand to her dampened, clothed breast. She kicked off her heels and the height difference only made Jane growl as she continued to kiss a path down her neck.
"Jane?" Maura asked, panting. She hated how needy and desperate it sounded as soon as it came out of her mouth.
"Hmmm?" was the response.
"What… why… when did you?" Maura's brain completely short circuited as Jane's hand traveled under a damp shirt, her fingertips brushing against her ribcage and finally the underside of a breast.
Jane pulled back and propped herself up against the door with one hand. Her hair was wild and unruly, matching the look in her eyes. Maura had never so much felt like prey about to be devoured. She wasn't sure if she was turned on or scared, likely a mixture of both. "Maura, I want you. That's all that matters. We have this night together and I'm not going to waste it by talking." Jane dipped her head back down and tenderly kissed Maura's swollen lips.
Maura mustered up every ounce of courage she had, and despite the nagging feelings of trepidation in her gut, pushed off the door past Jane, bending over to pick up her heels from the foyer floor and sauntered up the stairs. She was halfway up them when she turned around to find Jane standing at the bottom of the steps. Maura winked and curled her finger in a come-hither motion that had Jane tripping over her feet to chase her into the bedroom.
Maura felt the zipper of her skirt being tugged down forcefully and her shirt discarded somewhere over a lamp. She vaguely remembered Jane pushing her down onto her bed before Jane had hooked both index fingers onto the sides of her panties, pulling them down her shapely legs. She drew in a sharp breath as Jane lowered her face to her core, a firm tongue swiping through sopping wet folds. Jane held Maura down as her tongue assaulted her clit, pulling it in between her lips and grazing her teeth over it. When Jane entered her with two fingers and curled them, Maura knew she wouldn't last much longer. Maura wound a hand in dark tresses and pulled hard as stars burst behind her eyes. Maura clawed at the bedsheets, Jane holding her down as she rode out the aftershocks. Jane climbed up her body, taking her time to kiss and nip tender, sweat dampened flesh, until she came to rest beside her.
Maura looked over, and Jane traced her lips. Maura's tongue darted out and she could taste herself on Jane's fingertips. "God, Maura. You are so beautiful when you come undone." Even in the darkness, Jane could see Maura's pale skin flush. Maura mustered up all her bravery and leaned back in to kiss Jane, rolling herself over and pressing all her body weight against her. Jane threaded her fingers in Maura's hair as she felt Maura's hands exploring under her shirt.
"Take off your clothes." Maura ordered between kisses. Jane sat up immediately and allowed Maura to pull her shirt over her head. Her belt and pants were quick to follow, and when Maura one-handedly flicked open the back of her bra, she raised an eyebrow and was rewarded by an eager tongue dancing around a nipple. Maura, heart pounding in her chest, tugged on the lace of Jane's panties and let out a low groan when she took in the smooth skin at the apex of her thighs. She inhaled Jane's scent and momentarily rested her head against Jane's abdomen. When she raised her head she found inquisitive brown eyes and a furrowed brow.
"Maur?" Jane asked, a hand shooting out to cup her jaw and neck.
Maura responded by kissing a trail down her abdomen, down the inside of one thigh and up the inside of another. Without warning, she stroked wet folds and plunged a finger inside, knuckle deep and Jane's back arched up off the bed. She started at an agonizing pace, Jane moaning, writhing, and begging for release. When she removed her finger and replaced it with her tongue, Jane hooked her legs over Maura's shoulders and her heels digging into her back, Jane silenced and promptly came, the only sound in the room was their labored breaths and rapidly beating hearts.
Jane and Maura took turns, winding each other up many times before they slowly tumbled over the edge, moans and muffled screams urging the other on. Maura lost count of how many times that night they spent making the other come, like a fierce competition. They whispered long into the night, stealing kisses, and Maura knew this was the intimacy that she had never known she needed until this moment. Right before she fell asleep in Jane's arms, she whispered into the stillness of the night, "I love you," before the sound of Jane's heartbeat lulled her into slumber.
When she woke that next morning, she woke with a sated smile, momentarily oblivious to her empty, cold bed. "Jane?" she called, sitting up, wincing at how sore she was.
She padded around her bedroom into the bathroom, then down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Jane?" She called out, noting the distinct worry in her own voice.
But her house was empty, and all the reservations and trepidation she felt the night before came rushing to the forefront of her mind. This was a feeling she had grown accustomed to, one that Jane promised to always protect her from. There was a difference in being alone and being lonely, and Maura was too well acquainted with it. For the first time since she met Jane, Maura Isles had been abandoned by the love of her life.
Maura gathered herself up off the kitchen floor carefully, and made her way to the kitchen sink to rinse her face and hands. She looked out the window into the backyard, where she had visions of a raven-haired little girl playing on a swingset and in the dirt. Her eyes locked on the bouquet Jane had delivered in person. It troubled Maura that Jane brought them herself instead of having them delivered, that Jane still showed care and concern for her and it mostly troubled her that she fell right back into the habit of allowing Jane to comfort her. Maura didn't want to respond that way, and she was angry at her body for betraying her. It had been two years since they'd spent that night together. Maura spent the first few months after that sleepwalking through life. She had basically cut off everyone except Angela, because the matriarch just wouldn't have it. She would come home from work, eat dinner, then vegetate on the couch, oftentimes crying herself to sleep on Angela's lap.
All Angela understood was, "It's complicated, Ma," from Jane, and "It's not my place to say," from Maura. Angela knew was that if Maura was hurting, so was Jane. But before they knew it, time had passed and new routines kept them apart. Maura never strayed from her shell, instead encasing her feelings in science and pathology. The days of Maura trusting anyone again were over, and she had made that abundantly clear.
Only Angela knew that Maura started having serious baby fever long before Nina and Frankie announced their pregnancy. She would see her linger on baby commercials, watched her read books on becoming a Mom in your 40's, and watched her painstakingly decide between in-vitro and artificial insemination. Maura dismissed Angela's disgust at the AI, stating that it was merely normal for a woman in her 40's to still desire to be a Mom. Angela didn't disagree with that, but definitely thought is was abnormal for a woman to be impregnated by someone holding a turkey baster. Angela had many questions, and Maura answered them with all the patience in the world. Maura knew that her chances to conceive on the first round were not good, but she still held out hope that it would happen for her.
When she finally received the news just six weeks later that she was, in fact, pregnant, she waited with bated breath for another six to break the news to anyone. She simply couldn't bear to grieve another loss. For the first time in a long time, Maura woke up with a smile on her face, despite unbearable morning sickness. Only in the dead of night when the day caught up with her, would she allow herself to fantasize about Jane coming home to her at the end of a long case, talking to their baby and rubbing lotion on her rapidly expanding belly. Despite how poorly everything had ended, Maura still held out hope that Jane would find her way back to Boston, back to the PD, and back to her waiting arms.
Today, when Jane showed up with flowers and kissed her forehead, it seemed like that hope was turning into more of a reality.
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