RIZZOLI & ISLES

Better than a Ringtone

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Rizzisles Fic: Better than a Ringtone

Author: m

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles

Pairing: Jane Rizzoli / Maura Isles

Rating: NC17

Summary: Ummm … flufftastically plotless porn (aka – Maura’s turn from Sky Rockets, as requested, so show Muse some love with the comments!)

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

Better than a Ringtone

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Jane stopped Maura beside her bed with a kiss – a searing kiss full of unspoken love and desire, full of hands wandering teasingly soft and firm over fabric and flesh, and ended with both women weak kneed and gasping for air. Foreheads rested against one another as air was sucked greedily into needful lungs, twin smiles of happiness tweaking kiss swollen lips as heaving chests pushed aching breasts together.

Jane’s fingers danced nimbly down the back of Maura’s dress, finding the tiny zipper hidden at the back and slowly drawing it down so that the exquisitely tailored dress fell effortlessly to the floor. Jane took a step back to allow her hungry brown eyes room to devour the semi–naked woman standing brazenly confident in her matching ruby red bra and panties. Her lips tingled with the need to taste, to savor the very essence of this enigmatic woman who’d become the center of her world.

Maura smiled as she watched Jane’s eyes roam her body, the hungry desperate longing so evident in the detective’s keen eyes freezing any insecurities she might have about being ogled in such a way. There was no judgment in her lover’s gaze, just pure unadulterated passion and desire that let her know that she was beautiful and wanted.

Jane smiled softly as her eyes locked onto Maura’s, her movements confident and decisive as she closed the distance between them and gathered the blonde in her arms.

“I need you,” she breathed against Maura’s lips. “I need to feel you,” she kissed her softly. “To hear you, to taste you,” she moaned as she hungrily recaptured the blondes lips with her own. “God, I need to taste you Maura.”

Maura shuddered delicately in her lover’s tender embrace, her eyes rolling back in her head slightly at Jane’s raw words. She felt Jane’s fingertips slide up her spine and seconds later her bra was falling off her shoulders, soft lips peppering kisses upon her neck as firm confident hands covered her before the bra had even hit the ground.

“So beautiful,” Jane breathed between kisses. “Mine. So beautiful.” She repeated, the reverent mantra causing Maura’s fingers to tighten in her lover’s shirt to help her keep her balance.

Maura felt the cool air of the room hit her as Jane’s hands dropped to her waist, gently but firmly pushing her back onto the bed. She reached behind herself as the back of her knees hit the mattress, giving herself over to Jane and allowing the brunette to press her down into the mattress. Jane’s lips never left Maura’s as they slid back further onto the bed; the brunette’s fingers busy sliding Maura’s ruined panties down her legs, Maura’s fingers busy working open the slippery buttons running down the front of the detective’s shirt.

Jane sighed as she felt Maura’s fingers finish opening her shirt, growled when she felt the blonde’s thumbs brush knowingly over her painfully aroused nipples.

“Christ Maura,” Jane groaned, thrusting her hips down into the blonde as she fought for control.

“What?” Maura murmured playfully running her thumbs over the same path, delighting in the way Jane’s breath hitched in her throat and her eyes fluttered closed at the simple caress.

Jane looked into her lover’s twinkling eyes and sighed. “I am trying to make love to you. Can you please stop teasing me to distraction?”

Maura bit her lip coquettishly. “But I like touching you,” she murmured, running her thumbs over the brunette’s nipples again and flashing a smile full of teeth and faux innocence.

Jane straddled the blonde’s waist and sat up, pressing her decidedly wet center into Maura’s stomach and drawing a small measure of satisfaction from the breathy moan that escaped the blonde as she slid her hands up to cover Maura’s. She lifted Maura’s right hand off of her and moved it to the side where she let it drop to the mattress. She saw the protest in Maura’s eyes disappear in a cloudy haze of desire as she smiled and lifted the blonde’s other hand to her lips and began slowly running her tongue over and around the doctors talented fingers.

“Ooooooh,” Maura sighed, her stomach clenching wonderfully and her nipples hardening painfully as she watched Jane’s tongue teasingly caress her index finger before it was captured in the warm wet heat of the detective’s mouth.

Jane smiled, enjoying the sight of Maura’s body flushing with arousal as she sucked and teased the captured digit. She used her hand that was comfortably holding the blonde’s wrist to slowly guide the finger out of her mouth, making sure to let it scrape delicately through her teeth before allowing it to escape with a wet pop. She worked her way through each of the fingers on Maura’s left hand before gently lowering it to the blonde’s side and beginning an identical torture on her right hand that had previously been rudely ignored. She let the last finger fall from her lips and reached down to grab hold of Maura’s hand that had tangled itself in the sheets, gathered both in her own before lifting them up above the blonde’s head and pressing them into the mattress.

The last thing Jane needed was Maura deciding to get frisky again.

“Keep them there,” she instructed.

“Or what?” Maura grinned.

“I’m a cop – I do have handcuffs,” Jane reminded her.

Maura smiled. “Fun.”

Jane gaped for a moment in surprise before she rolled her eyes and, keeping one hand on both of Maura’s, lowered her mouth to the blonde’s. “Please,” she begged softly, allowing her breath to dance across Maura’s parted, waiting lips. “Please just enjoy this, let me make love to you.”

Maura groaned loudly and lifted her head up to kiss the brunette adoringly. “You don’t fight fair,” she murmured, arching her back to press herself up into her lover.

“Never said I did,” Jane smiled as she leaned in and captured Maura’s bottom lip between her teeth and nipped gently at the captured flesh.

Maura moaned and gave herself over to the feel of Jane atop her, the whispering wet sounds of their kisses breaking off as breathing demanded, the slow burning fire in her belly being stoked to a blinding white heat at every soft brush of lips against her skin.

Jane smiled to herself as she pressed soft kisses down the side of Maura’s neck, making sure to stop and pay special attention to the sensitive spot just above the hollow of her throat before moving further south to gnaw playfully at the blonde’s collarbone and making her giggle.

Jane slid down Maura’s body enough to be comfortable as she leaned in and, holding Maura’s lust darkened gaze with her own, began slowly spiraling her tongue around the blonde’s firm breast. When she reached the pebbled pink nipple at the peak she traced the outline of the tip with her tongue, wetting the hardened nub so that when she blew softly on it Maura arched and moaned with pleasure before leaning in and capturing the bud between her lips and nipping gently on the sensitive tip.

“Sweet Jesus,” Maua moaned, the fingers of her left hand above her head clenching madly at the wrist of her right as she fought the urge to tangle her fingers in Jane’s tresses and pull her in closer, tighter.

Jane chuckled at the blonde’s outburst and leaned over Maura’s body to apply an identical torture to her other breast, covering the breast she’d just abandoned with her hand so she could roll, pinch and tweak the hardened tip in time with her ministrations on the blonde’s other side.

Maura moaned and writhed under her lover’s synchronized assault on her breasts, her hips bucking randomly up into Jane when the pleasure became just too intense. She growled low and deep when she felt Jane’s sit up against her as the brunette’s hand slide up her side to palm her left breast.

Jane stared, transfixed by the beauty pinned under her as she massaged and kneaded what she was sure had to be the most beautiful pair of breasts in the world. She ardently watched the way Maura’s head was tossing and turning as she gave herself over to Jane. So bespelled, she was, that it wasn’t until Maura’s eyes flashed open and captured her own that she realized her hands had stopped moving.

It didn’t take Maura nearly so long to realize that Jane’s ministrations upon her had stalled, and when she looked up into the brunette’s chocolate eyes her breath was knocked right out of her by what she saw simmering there. Instinctively she lifted her hands to gently cradle her lover’s face between her palms, her thumbs automatically brushing against the most desirable set of cheekbones she’d ever seen.

Jane relaxed into Maura’s touch, felt her heart warm at the gentle caress against her cheeks and she knew this was it for her. She leaned down and kissed Maura tenderly as she pushed herself up enough to reposition her legs between the blonde’s.

Maura sighed as she gave herself over to the kiss, moaned loudly as she felt Jane’s tongue begin running down her throat, through the valley between her breasts and over her stomach as the brunette slid down her body to settle comfortably between her thighs. She smiled down at Jane who was too busy placing feather soft kisses to her inner thighs to notice the loving gaze watching her every move.

Maura’s eyes snapped shut at the first gentle press of a kiss against her, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt Jane’s nimble tongue lave up her center before sliding inside her.

Jane watched Maura as she made love to her with her mouth, lips, teeth and tongue. Watched how the blonde’s hands searched blindly for something to hold on to. Jane reached up and twined her fingers with Maura’s, squeezing gently before letting go and running her hands back down around Maura’s hips to cup her ass and lift her ever so slightly off the mattress so she could plunge her tongue just that little bit farther into her.

“Fuck,” Maura moaned as she quickly became overwhelmed by the sensation of Jane’s tongue plunging in and out, around and through her center.

Jane felt the blonde’s hips begin to speed up against her so she moved her attentions up to the swollen bundle of nerves that she’d previously ignored.

Maura bucked wildly as she felt Jane’s tongue flick softly over her clit once, twice, ten times, each stroke growing slower and firmer against her.

Knowing how close Maura was and that she was practically holding herself up in the air now, Jane gathered Maura’s clit in her mouth and sucked at the sensitive nub as she slid a hand up under her chin to quickly slide two fingers into her love and begin stroking slowly in time with her sucks to bring Maura screaming over the edge of the abyss of euphoria.

Maura felt her entire body clench, her neck, back, abs, arms, and legs as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced hit her like a freight train. It wasn’t a gentle rolling wave of release, it was a knock–out punch from a world class boxer that left her reeling. The room was spinning and there was a faint buzzing in her ears that only went away because everything went black around her.

Jane noticed the sudden absence of sound emanating from her lover at the time she felt Maura go limp above her and carefully disentangled herself from the blonde so she could check on her. She was concerned until she got high enough up the blonde’s body to see what had to be the world’s goofiest grin plastered across Maura’s face. She could hear ragged breaths escaping Maura’s lips and could feel the strong racing beat of the blonde’s heart under her hand so she just chuckled to herself as she tenderly gathered her love in her arms to cuddle her back to consciousness.

Maura came back to the world to find herself in Jane’s arms. “Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey,” Jane grinned.

“What happened?”

“You passed out.”

“Oh,” Maura breathed, quickly running through the last moments she could remember and realizing that the brunette was right.

“Yeah,” Jane laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Maura demanded.

“I’ve never made anyone pass out before,” Jane pressed a soft kiss to the blonde’s lips.

Maura stuck her tongue out and rolled over so her back was pressed into Jane’s front.

Jane smiled and tightened her hold on the blonde. “You know what?” she murmured by way of a peace offering.

“What?” Maura grumbled, still pretending to be angry.

Jane took a deep breath as she leaned in to whisper against Maura’s ear. “I love you.”

Maura smiled. “I know,” she murmured as she rolled back over to kiss Jane softly. “I love you too.”

“Know what else,” Jane smiled, her heart full to bursting at Maura’s words.

“What?”

“You were right. The sounds you make in bed are so much better than any ringtone.”

Maura laughed and buried her head in Jane’s neck. “You’re lucky I love you,” she murmured.

Jane sighed happily. “I know.”

The End. For real this time.