RIZZOLI & ISLES

All work and no play…

m (author18)

Rizzisles Fic: All work and no play…

Author: m

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles

Pairing: Jane Rizzoli / Maura Isles

Rating:Rating: R/NC17–ish … really not that bad

Summary: The ME’s office can be a fun place to … work?

Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish it otherwise, I don’t own them.

All work and no play…

m (author18)

“Hey M,” Jane smiled as she knocked against the frame of her girlfriend’s open office door. “You got a second?”

Maura looked up from the medical journal she was perusing with a smile. “You know I always have time for you detective,” she purred.

Maura smiled, amused as she watched Jane’s step falter slightly as she turned around from closing the door and took in her lust filled stare.

“Can you try and be good?” Jane murmured as she sat on the corner of the forensic pathologist’s desk. “I need to check on the tox scans for the Plum case.”

“I can be good,” Maura smiled devilishly. “But last night you were telling me how much you like it when I’m naughty.”

Jane drew a shaky breath as she felt her nipples immediately harden at the blonde’s smoky words. She licked her lips as memories of the previous evening’s activities flashed through her mind, sighing inwardly as she felt herself becoming aroused at the mental snapshots. Work, she was here for work dammit!

Maura, ever the attentive clinician, watched her girlfriend’s pupils expand as a delicate flush crept up her neck signaling her growing arousal. She bit her lip as she rose from her chair and leaned in to run the tip of her tongue over the brunette’s lips.

“Penny for your thoughts,” she purred into their shared air.

Jane looked at her and grinned. “They’re worth more than a penny Doctor Isles.”

“Mmm,” Maura agreed as she ran her hand up the detective’s thigh. “You are right about that,” she conceded as she ran a finger teasingly over the seam at the center of Jane’s trousers and kissed her adoringly.

Jane sucked in a sharp breath as she felt the blonde’s finger brush over her clit. “Christ Maura,” she breathed.

Maura worked her mouth over to Jane’s ear and ran her tongue over the shell of her ear. “I know I’m brilliant, but I don’t think I’ve reached God–like powers yet,” she murmured, shuddering slightly as she felt Jane’s strong fingers wrap around her waist and pull her closer.

Jane stopped Maura’s teasing by forcefully claiming the blonde’s lips with her own, her grip on the doctor’s hips tightening as she felt Maura moan loudly into her mouth as she teasingly stroked the blonde’s tongue with her own. She shivered as she felt Maura’s talented hands slide up her stomach, gasped loudly as she felt them slide over her breasts; the abrasive friction against her nipples causing her to arch up off the desk into her lover.

Maura stumbled at Jane’s sudden movement and fell back into her chair, the very picture of arousal with her tousled hair, smeared lipstick, flushed cheeks and hooded eyes.

Jane smiled coyly as she leaned in and, resting her hands on the armrests of the chair, recaptured the doctor’s lips in a deep searing kiss that left both women moaning loudly and struggling to breathe. She chuckled softly as she felt Maura’s fingers dancing along her hips, pulled back and grinned victoriously at the blonde who was now trying to pull her in closer.

“Why, Doctor Isles,” Jane smirked playfully. “You are all flushed. Is everything okay?”

Maura growled. “I think you know exactly how not okay I am at this very moment,” she muttered imperiously.

“Well, you know, it serves you right,” Jane grinned. “You started it.”

“You need to serve me right,” Maura sighed pathetically.

Jane laughed. “Really?” she asked, kneeling slowly in front of her lover.

“Mmm–hmm,” Maura sighed as she watched Jane’s hands slide up under her skirt.

“Do you have any suggestions?” Jane breathed, tenderly stroking Maura’s inner thighs as she pressed a soft kiss to the blonde’s knee.

“God yes,” Maura moaned softly. “If only we weren’t in my office right now.”

“Why’s that?” Jane smiled as she pushed Maura’s skirt up higher. “I’m rather comfortable, aren’t you?” she asked as she pulled the blonde to the front of her chair.

“Jane,” Maura admonished.

“What?” Jane asked, leaning in and nuzzling the blonde’s soaking wet panties.

“Really, this is incredibly unprofessional,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed at her lover’s touch.

“Why?” Jane countered, sliding a finger under the edge of Maura’s panties and moving them out of her way so she could run her tongue through the inviting swollen folds before her.

“Ooooh Jane,” Maura groaned.

Jane smiled and pushed the blonde’s legs further apart. “Yesh?” she murmured as she covered Maura’s sex with her mouth and teasingly thrust her tongue into the blonde.

“Holy fuck!” Maura gasped, her fingers tangling themselves into Jane’s silken tresses to hold the brunette right there so she could do that thing again.

Jane smiled and repeated the movement of her tongue into her lover.

Maura moaned rather loudly and closed her eyes to the familiar pleasure building low in her belly, her fingertips massaging Jane’s scalp encouragingly.

Of course, it was about this time that there was a brisk knock on the door as one of the interns poked her head in. “Doctor Isles, we are ready for you in room two,” the redhead stated without preamble as she strode into the office looking at a file in her hands. “Subject is a sixty five year old male…,” her voice trailed off as she looked up from her notes to take in her boss’ appearance. “Are you okay?”

Jane laughed softly against her girlfriend’s center and was rewarded with her head being captured in a virtual vise grip between Maura’s thighs as the doctor fought to control her reaction.

“I’m fine,” Maura answered.

“You look a little flushed,” the intern observed.

“I’m fiiiine,” Maura squeaked as Jane’s tongue ran over her clit.

Jane smirked and captured Maura’s swollen clit between her teeth as she slid two fingers home.

Maura jumped at the feeling of the brunette’s fingers filling her, felt her eyes roll back in her head as those most talented fingers began rocking and scissoring inside her and had to bite the inside of her cheek to hold in the moan of pleasure that wanted to escape.

“Doctor Isles?” the intern looked over her superior with an obvious look of concern.

Maura’s grip on Jane’s head tightened as she pushed the brunette away from her so she would be free to think without the detective’s wicked tongue driving her insane. “I’m fine Forbes,” the usually polite and eloquent medical examiner snapped. “Just a little out of it right now.”

Jane smirked up at Maura from her spot behind the desk and curled her fingers upward as she slowly pulled them down the doctor’s channel.

“Shhhhhit,” Maura hissed.

“Doctor Isles?” Forbes, the exceedingly confused intern, asked.

Jane bit her lip to hold in a laugh as she rocked her fingers just inside Maura’s opening before pushing in as far as she could.

“God,” Maura breathed, her chin dropping to her chest as she fought for control.

Jane captured the blonde’s gaze and winked as she blew her a kiss.

“Doctor Isles?”

Maura looked up and Jane took advantage of the situation to again curl her fingers as she pulled them out.

“Christ!” Maura gasped.

From her position nestled between her lover’s legs, Jane fought to keep from laughing.

“Doctor Isles?”

“I’ll be down in five,” Maura said dismissively. “Just go down without me.”

Jane buried her face in Maura’s lap as she desperately tried to keep from giving herself away at Maura’s Freudian slip as she listened to Forbes open Maura’s office door and leave. She waited until she heard the definitive click of it closing securely before she muttered, “Thank god, I thought she was never going to leave.”

“Jane,” Maura groaned. “That was so incredibly…”

“Hot?” Jane supplied as she began a steady rhythm of movement in and out of the blonde.

“Wrong,” Maura gasped. “Wrong. I need to go.”

Jane smiled and lowered her mouth to Maura’s clit. “No baby,” she purred, flicking her tongue across the sensitive nub. “You need to come,” she smiled and sucked hungrily on the bundle of nerves.

……

Maura eventually made her way into the autopsy suite to find her intern Izzie Forbes still reading the file on their next case.

“So, what do we have here?” she commanded as she entered the room, her Jimmy Choos clicking authoritatively as she strode toward the autopsy table.

“Sixty five year old male,” Forbes rattled off. “Same as when I interrupted your um, meeting, with Detective Rizzoli.”

Maura looked up at her intern and smiled uncomfortably.

“Nice meeting?” Izzie laughed as she watched an entirely different blush than she witnessed ten minutes earlier engulf the medical examiner’s face.

“Very,” Maura winked as she snapped her gloves into place. “Now, let’s get to work Forbes.”

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