This fic was inspired by a picture Sasha posted in her Instagram having an ice cream cone in Italy…
It is one of those PWP – Plot? What Plot? situations.
Just a one-shot Rizzles entertainment. There are two chapters because there are two variations of the same theme.
'Amorino' is Italian for cupid or for little love. It is also the name of a hand-made ice cream shop in Boston.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Rizzoli & Isles nor any of the characters from the show. I am writing this purely for entertainment, not profit. Rizzoli and Isles are property of Tess Gerritsen and TNT.
I am not a native English speaker, and I don't have a beta. So all mistakes are 100% mine.
Enough of disclaimers and warnings – read at your own risk. Reviews are always welcome.
AMORINO
"Why can't we just get an ice cream cone in McDonald's or Burger King? Or a slooshie anywhere?" Jane whined.
"That cannot even be called ice cream..." Maura replied without missing a beat.
"We could buy ice cream at the supermarket and eat at the comfort of my home or your home." Jane insisted, her face impatient.
The week had been hot, and humid, and they had worked long days, with very long hours.
Jane was only there in the line, in that Saturday afternoon, because she could not deny anything her best friend asked of her. Anything.
Maura just chuckled at a pouting Jane.
"Enjoying gelato should be a proper experience, Jane. I am sure you will like this. They are Italian, began producing their ice cream in Paris, and now have shops all around the world, including Boston. I had it in Paris, and it is absolutely worth the wait, I promise you…"
"Amorino Gelato…" Jane read the plaque over the door once more. "The little cupid is cute…"
"I love the word play between cupid and little love…"
"Of course you are fluent in Italian too."
Maura just shrugged.
When it was their time to order, Maura didn't even blink, asking for the cherry sorbet.
Jane waited until Maura was served and watched as she walked outside with her cone in hand, just by the door, before Jane asked for hers: Amorino Chocolate.
While Jane waited for hers to be prepared, her eyes were drawn to Maura's mouth working her way through the ice cream.
Big mistake. Big, huge mistake.
The ice cream was served on a cookie cone, and shaped as if it was in the form of rose petals. And watching Maura's perfect lips and delicate tongue deftly consuming the petals of cherry ice cream one at a time was like a spark of fire for Jane. Jane watched mesmerized as lips folded around petals, as a tongue licked and sucked the petal into a perfectly shaped mouth.
Jane's eyes widened, her mouth went suddenly dry, her heart rate spiked, and she felt her loins constraining as the world spined around her for a moment. She was glad she was wearing black cargo capris, because she was sure as hell she would be sporting a wet spot by her crotch right now.
As she regained her balance, and was able to swallow again, her mouth began watering, and it was not for the ice cream that the server finally handed to her.
Jane welcomed the distraction, and stepping outside, closed her eyes to savor her ice cream, hoping the cold and the delicious taste and the texture would overwrite the heat and the taste and the texture that her overwhelmed imagination had been going through just a moment before.
"May I try yours?" Jane heard Maura's melodious voice through ringing ears.
Jane paused, opening her eyes to meet hazel ones observing her intently, and blushing as if Maura could read her face.
"Of course." She offered her mostly eaten flowery contraption in Maura's direction, kind of expecting an admonition about how unsanitary that would be.
So Jane was taken by surprise when Maura ignored the cone on Jane's hand, and instead Maura looked at her intensely, moved a hand behind Jane's nape under a pony tail, and pulled her face down gently so Maura's lips could brush Jane's.
Jane was momentarily shocked, before letting her lips enjoy the cold soft lips against hers. She gasped lightly as the tip of a tongue traced her lips delicately, tasting and savoring the remnants of chocolate before seeking entrance. The taste of cherry and chocolate mixed as their tongues twirled together.
Maura had looked up from her almost consumed sorbet, in time to see Jane walking out of the store and closing her eyes as her mouth opened to take on the chocolate ice cream on her hand. Maura felt her heart skip a beat and her nostrils flare as Jane took more than a petal at a time into her mouth, humming satisfied at the taste. Maura felt glad she was wearing a flowery dress, otherwise the wetness that pooled between her legs would be obviously visible if she had chosen slacks. And at that moment all self-control Maura had been exercising for years snapped and she had to taste Jane.
When they finally parted for air, Maura opened half lidded hazel eyes and whispered against Jane's lips. "Absolutely delicious."
"Jesus, Maura…" was all that Jane could utter, licking her own lips unconsciously, as chocolate brown eyes stared at hazel ones.
"Oh, it seems you got some spill over…" Maura sultrily pointed out, removing the melted cone from Jane's hand, and bringing Jane's hand to her mouth, lips and tongue thoroughly cleaning up the melted chocolate ice cream from each one of Jane's tapered fingers. Jane felt the smoothness and warmth of Maura's mouth enveloping and licking her fingers one at a time go straight to her core.
"Fuck." Jane muttered in a gasp, closing her eyes to the surge of sensation, panting.
Maura smiled sweetly at her.
"Language, Jane. But yes, that is the gist of it… It seems Amorino's arrow found their targets …"
"I don't know about that, but I do know you could be my amorino now…" Jane smiled sweetly at Maura.
"Oh, no, I am not happy being just amorino, a little love. Only a 'grande amore' will do…" Maura paused, looking expectantly at Jane.
"And a grande amore it is…" Jane grinned broadly at her, before leaning forward to kiss her again, deeply and lovingly, finally hugging Maura tightly to her, bringing their bodies dangerously close together.
"Home?"
"I thought you would never ask…"