A/N: A little one-shot to hopefully get back into the swing of writing. PS, for those of you who follow me more regularly, I married my Family by Love about six weeks ago. 😊
Jane groaned as she tried to wipe the fish juice off of her brand new, costs more than her entire wardrobe dress that Maura had bought for her despite her protests.
Maura…the reason she was in this predicament. Okay, yes, she wanted to solve the murder of Adam Fairfield. And yes, being here would help. But that didn't stop her from not wanting to be here…mostly.
Except the reason that she didn't want to be here was also the exact reason she was here. Why did her life have to be so complicated?
And why…fucking why did Maura have to look at that stupid, rich, asshole that way? And why did he look at Maura that way. Okay, she knew why he looked at Maura that way. Who wouldn't? She sure did...oh shit…that was not something Jane admitted to anyone, even herself.
Jane signed as she dropped her hands to her sides in defeat. Of course, she had ruined the dress. The dress that Maura had bought for her. The dress that Maura had bought for her to wear to a dinner with people so out of her social circle it was almost comical…if it hadn't been insanely embarrassing.
Because that was the crux of the issue. She was embarrassed. Maura had brought her – a blue-collar cop from a working-class family – to a dinner with the Fairfield's, one of Boston's most prominent Brahmin families. The fixtures in this bathroom probably cost more money than Jane would make in her entire life.
Jane was proud of her upbringing, and she was proud of all that she had accomplished in life. It wasn't that she thought people like the Fairfields were better than she was (in fact, she even felt a bit superior to them because she'd earned her success, but that was neither here nor there). The problem was that Maura was one of these people. Her Maura. Except, Maura wasn't hers. These were Maura'speople, and tonight showed just how much Maura fit in with them…and how much Jane didn't. Maura didn't fit with Jane. Maura was wealthy, sophisticated, beautiful…and a million other things that Jane was not.
But Garrett Fairfield was those things, which is why it made sense that Maura had been in love with him…and maybe still was because Maura looked at Garrett like Jane looked at Maura.
Screw the case, Jane had to get out of here…now.
Knock. Knock.
Jane nearly jumped out of her skin at the soft tap on the bathroom door.
"Jane, it's me," Maura whispered (loudly) through the door. "Let me in."
Well, there goes her escape plan.
Jane reluctantly unlocked the door, letting Maura inside.
"What are you doing here?" Jane whined, sounding like a petulant child.
"Helping," Maura said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Maura smiled at Jane before reaching into her purse.
"What?" Jane said as she watched Maura fish around for something. She was even more confused when Maura showed her a mini bottle of dish soap that she had pulled from her purse.
"We don't want that stain to set," Maura continued. "Plus, you smell like fish," she added, scrunching up her nose adorable.
"You carry dish soap in your purse?" Jane asked.
"Yes, it works well on most food stains and it's gentle on fabric. It works best if applied with lukewarm water as soon as possible, though."
"And what? You just assumed unsophisticated ol' Jane Rizzoli was bound to get something on the way too fucking fancy dress you bought for her," Jane snapped bitterly.
Maura stopped what she was doing and looked at Jane in confusion. "Jane," she said slowly, "that's not…I didn't…I…I…I always carry this." Maura took a deep breath, and with a little more edge to her voice, added, "What did I do now to offend you?"
Jane crossed her arms defensively in front of her chest. She was already regretting her outburst – both because Maura didn't deserve it and because she had quickly backed herself into a corner. "I'm sorry," she said bluntly, not sounding sorry at all.
Maura crossed her arms, mirroring Jane's position, letting Jane know that she wasn't getting off the hook that easily. "Not good enough," she said firmly but kindly.
"Because of him," Jane growled angrily under her breath.
"Who?" Maura asked, not at all following the conversation.
"Him," Jane repeated. "Your boyfriend," she added, knowing it would poke at her friend.
"Garrett is not my boyfriend," Maura hissed, anger and frustration lacing her words. She flung her hands up in exasperation before letting them drop to her side dramatically. "This is getting ridiculous, Jane. I don't understand what your problem is. I'm not dating Garrett. I haven't even seen him since just after college. I…"
"But you liked seeing him," Jane interrupted in a tone that suggested that Maura had committed a terrible crime.
"Yes," Maura admitted. "He and his family were an important part of my life at one time. While the circumstances are terrible, it is sometimes nice to see old friends and acquaintances. I don't understand why that's so offensive to you.
"And besides, I thought we had talked through this. I thought…I thought that I had showed you that I was on your side. I thought we had fixed this," she added somewhat desperately.
Jane snorted. She knew that she had passed the point of absolute ridiculousness, but she couldn't stop herself.
"I thought we had too," Jane sneered, "until I saw the way you looked at him. And the stupid little cheek kisses…like what is that?"
"It's a traditional greeting that dates…"
"I know," Jane cut off Maura's impending history lesson.
But Maura was done. "This is so immature, Jane," she said angrily. "I don't understand why you…"
"Because I'm not like you," Jane answered the unfinished question. "I'm not rich, or sophisticated. I low class trash that can't even fake it long enough not to embarrass you through one evening. I could never give you the life that you deserve…the life that Garrett can. And that sucks because…"
But it was Jane's turn to be cut off when Maura's lips crashed into hers. It took a few seconds for Jane's mind to catch up with what was happening, but when it did, she didn't hesitate to kiss back. Her hands flew to Maura's hips, pulling the other woman closer before she tried to deepen the kiss.
But Maura wouldn't let her. She broke the kiss, but she didn't move away from Jane. Their bodies were still pressed together, their chests heaving, as Maura looked directly into Jane's eyes. "I never want to hear you talk about yourself like that again," Maura hissed with an unexpected force. "You, Jane Rizzoli, are not trash. You are the most protective, caring, intelligent individual that I have ever met, and you do not get to decide what kind of life I deserve."
Jane blinked back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her as she tried to step back from Maura's embrace, but Maura wouldn't let her.
Instead, Maura turned them, pressing Jane's back against the bathroom counter, before she leaned in again, this time more slowly, giving Jane time to protest.
Jane closed the remaining distance between them, capturing Maura's lips in a slower, more sensual kiss. Her brain still hadn't pulled itself together enough to form coherent sentences, but she could show Maura how she felt through her actions.
Maura was the first to break the kiss, but instead of pulling away, she moved her kisses across Jane's jawline and down the column of her neck. As Maura continued kissing down Jane's chest, following the neckline of her dress, Jane felt a rush of gratitude that Maura had forced her to buy this particular dress…this dress with a neckline that plunged so low that…oh fuck.
Jane had been so lost in the feeling of Maura's mouth on her skin that she hadn't even realized that Maura had unzipped the back of her dress until Maura's tongue swirled around her (almost painfully) tight nipple.
"Maurrraaaa," Jane moaned indecently.
"Shhh," Maura reprimanded before her mouth closed around Jane's nipple.
Shit. Damn. Fuck. was all Jane could think. Maura's warm mouth felt like heaven as she sucked, nipped, and swirled her tongue around Jane's nipple, sending waves of arousal right to her core.
"Maura," Jane groaned again, this time more quietly.
"Do you want me to stop?" Maura said as she continued kissing every inch of exposed skin that she could.
"God, no," Jane said at the same time as she reached down, pulled up Maura's dress, and lifted the other woman onto the counter in one swift movement.
Maura shrieked in surprise as her ass hit the cold granite.
"Shhh," Jane echoed Maura's earlier sentiment before once again capturing Maura's lips in a bruising kiss.
Maura moaned into Jane's mouth when Jane's hands grasped her hips. Jane felt Maura's entire body shiver as she ran her fingers along the barely-there strings of her thong, getting teasingly closer to her center with each stroke.
When Maura wrapped her legs around Jane, and hooked her ankles behind her back, Jane moved one hand to cradle the back of Maura's head while the other hand slid down the smooth skin of her thigh. She could feel wetness pooling in her underwear at just the anticipation of touching Maura intimately.
Jane let out a strangled noise of protest when Maura's hands left her body.
"I need…I need…" Maura gasped out breathlessly as her hands reached behind her back and unzipped her dress before shoving it unceremoniously around her waist, "…you to touch…"
But Jane wasn't listening anymore as Maura's breasts were uncovered. Maura wasn't wearing a bra, and Jane couldn't take in the sight fast enough. Maura's breasts were perfect…round, supple, pert…
"Please," Maura whined, the plea enough to urge Jane into action.
Okay, Jane Rizzoli had a new favorite thing, and that was touching Maura Isles. She gently cupped both breasts, testing the feel of them in her hands…so full, soft…
"Please," Maura pleaded again, desperate for more contact.
Jane wasn't really sure what to do, so she copied Maura's previous actions. She could have died happy in that moment because the feeling of Maura's breast in her mouth, against her tongue, was everything.
Jane lost track of everything else as she explored Maura's upper body. She wanted to learn everything she could…she wanted to remember every moment…she wanted to be able to relive this for the rest of her life. Every jerk of Maura's hips as Jane nipped at her taught nipple. Every shiver that ran through Maura as Jane released her breast with a pop. Every indecent whimper that fell from Maura's lips when Jane tried something new.
Maura's body was trembling in Jane's arms, her legs still wrapped around Jane's waist, when Jane worked up the courage to trail her hand down Maura's side and along her leg. When Jane's fingers started up Maura's inner thigh, Maura's legs fell from Jane's hips, giving her more access, begging for more.
Jane rested her forehead against Maura's shoulder when her hand reached Maura's center, her other arm wrapped protectively around Maura's waist. She held Maura close as her fingers finally…finally…reached wet, hot, swollen flesh., easily slipping past Maura's pathetic excuse of panties.
"Fuck," Jane mumbled against Maura's chest when she realized just how turned on Maura was.
"You do this to me," Maura whispered into Jane's hair. "Just being around you turns me on. But you touching me…I've never…oh!"
Jane laughed lightly when the touch of her fingers to Maura's swollen clit rendered the other woman speechless.
Jane circled Maura's clit, loving the way Maura responded to her touch, learning what Maura liked.
"Jane, please…" Maura whined. "Can you…inside?"
Jane complied instantly, thrusting two fingers into Maura's core. Maura's hips jerked so hard in response that she nearly launched herself off the bathroom counter.
"Oh, god," Maura whimpered. "Oh, fuck."
Maura's hips were thrusting so hard and fast that Jane was having a hard time keeping up, but oh my god, there was nothing better than having Maura Isles withering in her arms as she chased her climax.
"I love you, Maura," Jane whispered into Maura's ear as her thumb found it's way back to Maura's clit.
The combination of Jane's words and her touch sent Maura flying over the edge. Maura's face was buried in the crook of Jane's neck to muffle her cries. She was holding onto Jane so tightly that Jane could barely move, but it didn't seem to matter.
The feeling of Maura's walls pulsing around her fingers and Maura's body trembling against hers was driving Jane insane. She could feel heat spread through her entire body as her own center twitched, begging for relief.
Maura must have been able to sense this, for as she came down from her own pleasure, she whispered, "Pull up your dress."
Jane complied without moving away from Maura, and she moaned loudly when Maura's hands shoved down her underwear and instantly found her clit.
"Shhh," Maura chuckled softly.
Jane bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out, but it barely helped as Maura sent her into her own powerful climax. Maura muffled Jane's moans with a deep, loving kiss as her fingers continued to circle Jane's clit until Jane's entire body collapsed into Maura's arms.
They were both breathing heavily, their bodies sweaty and flushed, and their dresses awkwardly bunched around their waists.
Jane leaned her forehead against Maura's, closing her eyes as she tried to gather her thoughts.
"Are you okay?" Maura asked, anxiety evident in her voice.
Jane laughed lightly. "Am I okay?" she whispered with slight amusement. "God, Maura, I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you for so long."
"I didn't realize…" Maura started before pausing to take a deep breath. "I didn't realize what it all meant until…until you said…" Maura sighed in frustration at her inability to explain herself. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Jane said softly, still breathing hard.
"No, I need to say this," Maura said. "I just also need to catch my breath," she added, laughing lightly.
They stayed like that: holding onto each other, Maura still on the counter with Jane standing between her legs, for a long time. Jane didn't want this moment to end. Sex with Maura had been…amazing…but this…this was love.
"Jane, I have no interest in dating Garrett," Maura said, suddenly breaking the silence, "because there has only been one person that I've wanted to date for a while now, and that person is you. When you said that you couldn't give me the life I deserve, it was like a thousand puzzle pieces instantly fell into place. Up until that moment, I never thought that I had a chance, and not because we come from different backgrounds. That couldn't matter less to me, and I wish you knew that…I thought you knew that."
"I do," Jane said quietly.
"It doesn't seem that way," Maura said imploringly.
"I was jealous, Maura," Jane admitted. "I thought…thought you were reconnecting with your old love. Yes, I do think you're way out of my league, but I never truly thought that you looked down on me because of it. I just thought…I thought 'best friend' was the best I could ever get…which is pretty damn good."
"I thought 'best friend' was the best I could get too, but I want more," Maura whispered, vulnerability evident in her voice for the first time since she'd entered the bathroom.
"I do too," Jane admitted.
Maura chuckled. "That's good because if you didn't, what just happened would be very awkward."
Jane burst out laughing. "Maura, we just had sex in the bathroom of your ex-boyfriend's childhood home. This is awkward."
Maura joined in her laughter before suddenly sobering. "Jane, this isn't how I thought this would happen, and it's definitely not where I thought it would happen, but that doesn't change what it means to me," she admitted.
Jane stopped laughing and looked deeply into Maura's eyes. "I know," she said honestly.
"Did you mean what you said?" Maura asked.
"What?" Jane said, unsure what Maura was referring to.
"During sex. Did you mean what you said while we were…"
"Yes," Jane cut her off when she realized what Maura was referring to. "I love you, Maura. I love you so, so much."
"I love you too, Jane," Maura said, her eyes wet with unshed tears.
Jane kissed Maura lightly. "I want to talk about this more…and maybe do this more," she added. "But we should probably…"
"Yeah, she should clean up," Maura finished for her as she hopped off the counter. "And then excuse ourselves," she added with a smirk as she pulled her dress back up.