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.

Please find the full disclaimers in the beginning of the previous chapter.

This is just another variation of the previous chapter, provoked by my own habit, cultivated since childhood, of licking the mixer beaters clean…

WHIPPED CREAM

"Are you having fun yet?" Maura asked, her back turned to Jane.

Jane was seating by the kitchen counter, a coffee mug in front of her, while Maura was following the instructions of the recipe for a cake.

The warm fragrance of vanilla was all over the kitchen, coming from the oven from where Maura had just removed a cake to cool.

In front of Maura, a standing mixer was set up, and she was grabbing the ingredients to get the frosting going.

"Jane?"

"Huh? Oh… yes… loads of fun…" Jane blushed and was glad Maura couldn't see her face. Jane had been distracted and absentmindedly observing her best friend.

No. Not observing. Ogling.

Maura was wearing relaxed clothing, yoga pants and a lounge blouse, that insisted on leaving one of her shoulders uncovered, exposing the sports top strap underneath. And God, Maura was beautiful. Her shapely calves, toned thighs, glorious ass, curvaceous hips. Even the hair in a messy high bun was sexy.

Jane sighed, gulping her coffee, trying to quench the thirsty she could not quench otherwise. She could never risk the incredible friendship she had with Maura. But if she could have more without the risk? Hell, yes.

"Are you even listening to me?" Maura whined, and Jane realized she had been disconnected for a moment.

"Sorry, I was distracted. Were you asking me something?"

"Yes, could you please hand me a clean plate? I want to put the beaters over something."

"Of course." Jane stood quickly and solicitously brought a plate for Maura to place the beaters from the mixer on them.

While Jane observed Maura gently folding the chocolate with a spatula, explaining that was the best way to avoid wasting all the air she had infused in the whipped cream, Jane picked one of the beaters. First she removed the external excess with her fingers, licking her fingers clean. Then, as she did since she was a kid and her mom was beating frosting, she began dutifully licking each stem of the beater she had in her hand.

Maura had finished folding the cream and spreading it on top of the cool cake, and was caught by surprise when she turned around. She was enraptured by Jane's mouth. Jane's lips and tongue were working in concert, delicately licking clean each stem of the beater. As Jane finished with the beater in her hand, she placed it inside the sink, and picked the other one, unaware of Maura obsessively observing her.

Maura watched again as Jane's slender fingers found their way around stems, collecting the whipped cream and taking them to her mouth, before she proceeded again to lick each steam of the beater clean.

Jane was almost finishing the last beater when she raised her eyes to find hazel ones taking her in. She stopped mid-move, her mouth open and her tongue caught. Blushing, she removed the beater from her mouth.

"Sorry." She moved to place the beater in the sink, joining the beater she had licked clean before, to be washed.

When Maura didn't reply, she turned again to face Maura, sighing, readying herself for the likely speech about how unsanitary it was for her to be licking the beaters.

Instead, Jane was surprised by Maura's expression, that Jane could not clearly read. Maura's mouth was slightly open, and she was panting, a light flush spread on her upper chest exposed on her lounge blouse. Jane knotted her eyebrows, wondering if that was the beginning of a hives' crisis.

"Maur?" Jane asked, placing her hands on Maura's shoulders, and getting closer, concern in her chocolate brown eyes as she inspected hazel ones. "Are you okay?"

Feeling Jane's hands in her shoulders, the scar on Jane's palm against the bare skin on the side not covered by the blouse, Maura closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to find her focus. But all she could think of was the warmth of Jane's body where it was touching hers, and what Jane's mouth was doing with the beaters moments before.

"You are scaring me..." Jane continued, a hand cupping Maura's cheek and raising her face. Maura sighed, leaning into Jane's touch.

Since Maura continued quiet, Jane's urgency grew. She moved the other hand to cup the other side of Maura's face. Maura felt that was heaven.

"Maur? Look at me, please." Jane plead.

Maura finally opened her eyes, meeting Jane's concerned ones. But her gaze was quickly drawn lower, to the lips she had been observing moments ago. Whatever control Maura had learned to exercise over the years about her feelings beyond friendship towards Jane was shattered.

"You… You have a spot here…" Maura whispered, raising her hand towards Jane's mouth.

Jane finally smiled, relieved. "A spot, what a tragedy… You got me worried for a moment…" but she was interrupted by the touch of a finger coming to the corner of her lip, and that felt like an electric shock. Jane's eyes followed that finger, as Maura brought it to her own mouth, and Jane gasped at the sensations the unintended eroticism of Maura's innocent move provoked on her.

Jane moved to drop her hands from Maura's face, suddenly aware of their position. But Maura covered one of Jane's hands with hers, and moved the other to cup Jane's cheek.

"Sweet…" Maura whispered.

Jane's eyes have been glued to Maura's lips since the moment Maura had licked the finger with which she had touched Jane's lips. Maura moved her hand from Jane's cheeks to the base of Jane's neck, and gently pulled Jane's face down.

Jane finally looked right into Maura's eyes, blinking hard, a mute question on her chocolate eyes, knowing that she was on the verge of a move she would not be able to stop, but Maura just gave her a small smile and an almost imperceptible nod. Jane mirrored the tiny smile and the subtle nod, before she leaned the rest of the way while Maura raised her face, both closing their eyes, and they met in the middle for their first shared kiss.

It was soft, and tender, and sweet, their noses aligned, breath intermingling, their lips brushing together. They separated for a brief moment, their foreheads touching, eyes searching each other as their grinned.

"You were right… This was very sweet…" Jane husked.

"Can we do it again?" Maura asked, hopeful.

"As many times as you want, as often as you want…" Jane whispered, moving her hands around Maura's waist to bring her closer, while Maura smiled, entangled her hand in dark wild curls, and pulled Jane's face down to hers.

They kissed leisurely for what felt like an eternity. It was as if they were meeting again after a lifetime separated, or as if they were reacquainting themselves with each other, and as if they've known each other forever before.

"Wow…" Maura whispered, lightheaded, when they parted for air.

"I echo that…" Jane chuckled, a hand lovingly caressing the single dimple on Maura's face.

Maura smiled at her, and took hold of her other hand, tugging on it.

"Where…"

"Will you show me what you were doing earlier?" Maura asked, hopeful.

"Earlier?" Jane asked, confused.

Maura flushed her body with Jane's, to whisper by her ear. "What you were doing to that beater?" before taking an earlobe into her mouth and sucking on it.

"You just keeping asking nicely like this…" Jane gasped "… and I will show you whatever you want…" she finished, before turning to kiss Maura again.

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