RIZZOLI & ISLES

Geometry

m (author18)

Rizzisles Fic: Geometry

Author: m

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles

Pairing: Jane Rizzoli / Maura Isles

Rating: PG–13ish

Word count: 2200 … holy hell, I’d meant for this to be short …

Summary: Here’s the fic from last weekend’s set of tweets which were, once again, just too good to ignore.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they aren’t mine.

Geometry

m (author18)

“So, are we playing darts again?” Maura asked as she sashayed through the door that Jane held open for her.

“No way,” Jane laughed. “I learned my lesson last week.”

“Did you not enjoy your IOU lesson?”

Jane smiled fondly. “No, that was a very … uhm, educational lesson that I very much enjoyed.”

“Me too,” Maura smirked over her shoulder as she slid onto an empty stool at the bar. “Martini, please, Hank,” she ordered.

“The usual,” Jane ordered before turning her attention back to Maura.

“So then,” Maura crossed her legs invitingly. “What. Game. Are. We. Playing. Tonight?” she enunciated slowly.

Jane swallowed audibly, her gaze focused on the deliberate movement of the blonde’s lips. “How are you at geometry Doctor?”

“Geometry?” Maura arched a brow questioningly.

Jane smiled as she lifted her beer to her lips. “Pool, Maura. How are you at pool?”

Maura’s brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ve never played.”

“Perfect!” Jane laughed. “Let’s rack ‘em up!”

“Although,” Maura drawled as she trailed her hand over the cues lined up against the wall. “I hadn’t really played darts before last weekend either.”

Jane turned and stared. “You’re kidding?!”

“No,” Maura pursed her lips and shook her head. “But, if the game of pool is simply applied geometry, I should be okay.”

Jane slid the triangle off the tightly racked balls. “You wanna break?”

“Break what?”

Jane rolled her eyes. “Nevermind. I’ll do it,” she said as she reached behind Maura to grab a cue.

Maura watched Jane lean over the edge of the table, the butt of the cue balanced delicately in her fingertips before her grip tightened and she thrust the cue forward into the cue–ball with a quiet bump that turned into quite a loud crack when the white ball collided with the others at the far end of the table.

“Solids,” Jane announced proudly as she watched the three shoot off into a corner pocket.

“What does that mean?”

“It mean I have to try and knock in all the balls that don’t have stripes on them and you try for the ones that do,” Jane smiled as she leaned in a kissed Maura quickly. “The eight ball is the last one you hit in, so just ignore it until the rest of the table is cleared.”

Maura trailed her fingertips up and down Jane’s arm. “Okay. Is it my turn?”

“Almost,” Jane smiled. “I got one in so I get another turn.”

Maura watched Jane lift herself onto the edge of the table and marveled at the view. Pool, she decided as her eyes raked hungrily up the brunette’s legs up to her ass, is a lot more visually stimulating than darts.

“Your turn,” Jane turned with a smile and Maura couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed about losing the opportunity to ogle Jane discretely.

Jane smiled as she watched a look of disappointment cloud Maura’s face for a moment before the blonde snatched up her cue stick and strolled over to the table.

“So I need to only hit the ones that have stripes?” Maura asked, her eyes already busy scanning the table.

“Right,” Jane smiled.

“Well, that’s no good,” Maura thought aloud. “Stripes are so last season.”

Jane just smiled and took a sip of her beer. “This isn’t a fashion show, just hit it M.”

Maura nodded distractedly and leaned over the table to line up her shot.

“What are you doing?” Jane asked as she sidled in behind her ungainly lover.

“Well, from the objective of the game I determined that this is the optimum stance for maximum force upon contact.”

Jane smiled and leaned in to whisper against blonde silk. “M, I don’t care if that is the ‘optimum stance’, people are starting to stare. Just loosen up a bit,” she purred, sliding her hands around the blonde’s hips and shifting them back.

Maura sighed at the feeling of Jane’s hands against her hips. “Like this?”

Jane swallowed hard as Maura rocked back and nestled her ass in tight to the brunette’s groin. “That’ll work,” she murmured, backing away before she was tempted to start anything.

“M’kay,” Maura smiled over her shoulder. “Thanks.”

Jane’s just nodded and tipped her bottle toward the table. “Go for it.”

Maura turned back to the table and drew a deep breath as she visualized the path that she needed the ball to follow to hit the eleven at just the right angle to send it off into the side pocket. She slid the cue back and slammed it forward, bouncing it off two rails and into her target and effectively burying it in the pocket.

“I did it!” she squealed as she hopped happily beside the table.

“She did it,” Jane stared.

Maura strolled around the table, her brow pinched thoughtfully as her eyes were busy scanning the table. Jane watched her lean forward over the rail and thought that Maura making the shot might not have been such a bad thing because from this angle she got quite a tantalizing view of cleavage.

Another soft thwap followed by a rather loud crack and Maura’d sunk the fifteen off a nice little combo with the one.

“Your turn,” she sighed.

“Why?”

“I hit your ball first,” Maura explained.

“That’s legal,” Jane sighed, already envisioning a repeat of last week’s performance. “You go again, I’ll go get us another round.”

“Alright,” Maura smiled that smile that took Jane’s breath away.

Jane waved for Hank’s attention and ordered. The bartender smirked and lined up the glasses on a tray and poured quickly. “On the house Janie,” he smiled. “If she’s as good at that game as she is at darts, you’re gonna need it.”

“Exactly my thinking,” Jane smiled and lifted the tray off the bar. “Thanks Hank.”

“Milady,” Jane held a glass out for Maura.

“More shots?”

“Tequila is the nectar of the gods,” Jane sighed happily as the familiar burn of alcohol slid down her throat.

Maura downed her drink and shuddered. “If you say so. It’s your turn.”

Jane looked over at the table. “You buried the cue ball in the corner.”

“I didn’t have a shot. Is that not an appropriate tactical move?”

Jane groaned and lined up a shot. “It is. I was just hoping you wouldn’t do it,” she murmured as she hit the cue ball as hard as she could, sending it flying off the fourteen, nine, and twelve and accidentally knocking the thirteen in. “Shit.”

“Thanks,” Maura smiled as she sidled up to the table. “This will work much better,” she muttered as she lined up her shot and easily sent the fourteen into the corner pocket.

“Are you sure you haven’t played this game before?”

“Of course,” Maura smiled. “I wouldn’t lie.”

“Then how are you so good at it?”

“It’s just geometry, like you said. So, I just use a little deductive logic to determine which shot has the highest percentage of a chance of going in, and then calculate the angle of impact with using the law of sines.”

“Law of sines?” Jane repeated.

“A formula,” Maura explained, leaning against the table and knocking back a second shot. “God, I know Frost said this stuff is an acquired taste, but I am still not getting it,” she shuddered. “Or else there’s always the law of cosines or Heron’s formula.”

“Do I want to know?”

“Probably not,” Maura smiled.

“Just grab your stick and hit the damn ball already Isles,” Jane smiled as she finished her second shot.

“It’s a cue, Jane,” Maura corrected as she picked hers up and lined up her next shot. “C–U–E,” she spelled as she accidentally knocked the cue ball into the eight, sending the black ball into the corner pocket. “Well, damn.”

“I win!” Jane jumped up triumphantly.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” Maura mumbled as she knocked back a third shot.

“Let’s play again!” Jane laughed, already busy collecting balls from pockets and dropping them into the rack. “You break this time,” she offered to Maura as she carefully lifted the rack. “Call your shot this time.”

“Okay,” Maura grumbled. “Do I need to aim anywhere in particular?”

“Nah, use your Pythagorean theorem or something,” Jane smiled.

Maura looked over at Jane and smiled. “I’m impressed, detective.”

“Hey, two years at a JC baby,” Jane grinned. “I remember some stuff.”

Maura laughed and tried to break, but her cue slid over the top of the ball making it move from its spot but only sending it forward a couple inches.

“My turn,” Jane announced in a sing–song voice.

“I don’t remember the practical application of mathematics ever being this difficult,” Maura sighed as she dropped onto a barstool.

“It’s not,” Jane smiled. “Five in the corner. It’s all about force and taking the right angle.”

“Innuendo will get you everywhere, detective,” Maura smiled saucily.

“What?” Jane looked up and missed her shot. “Goddamn.”

Maura laughed. “Eleven in the side pocket,” she muttered to herself as she leaned over the table, jumping slightly and as Jane’s hand snaked its way up her inner thigh.

“Don’t miss,” Jane breathed against Maura’s neck.

The blonde shivered. “That is so cheating.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No. Yes. No. Shit, no, but we’re in public … so, yes. Yes. Yes, I want you to stop.”

“Later,” Jane smiled as she ran her tongue over the nape of Maura’s neck.

“You got that right,” Maura mumbled as she buried the eleven in the corner.

Jane watched as Maura strode around the table with a purpose, effectively knocking in her next three shots before finally missing.

“Your turn,” she smiled.

Jane jumped up and kissed Maura quickly. “Thanks babe. I’ll make this quick.”

Maura almost spit her drink out when Jane missed. “You’re right,” she laughed. “That was quick.”

Jane grumbled and downed the last shot off the tray. “Just go M.”

Maura curtseyed and walked around the table, extremely aware of Jane’s hungry eyes following her. She looked over at her lover as she rounded the table and saw Jane pouting.

“What’s wrong?” Maura asked.

“Nothing,” Jane sighed. “Just go M.”

Maura’s eyes roamed Jane’s body, taking in the petulant pout and slumped posture signaling that the woman was irritated at something. Keen mind always clicking away at a million miles a minute, it wasn’t too hard to figure out what had Jane in such a strop.

“You’re lucky,” Maura smiled at her girlfriend as she leaned over the table.

“Why’s that?”

“I’m seeing way too many balls on the table,” Maura bit her lip. “Do I hit the ones that are moving or not moving?”

“Whatever you want M,” Jane laughed.

Three games and a handful of shots later the two women stumbled out of the bar holding each other upright and into a cab to Maura’s house, laughing, kissing and giving the driver such a good show that he didn’t charge them for the ride home – even with an extra stop added into the route.

“So,” Jane slurred as she closed the front door behind them. “Hey sexy woman.”

Maura laughed hysterically as she leaned against the wall and tried to pry off her boots. “That’s just … whoa!” she squealed as she fell over.

Jane started laughing so hard that she started having trouble staying upright, so she leaned back against the door and slid down to the floor beside Maura.

“You know what M?” she giggled.

“What?”

“I think we’re drunk.”

“Excellent deduction Watson,” Maura laughed.

“Know what else?”

“Huh?”

“I really want to take you to bed and have my way with you.”

“That sounds like fun,” Maura smiled. “Help me up?”

“Help me up.”

Both women stared at each other. “How ‘bout we crawl there?” Maura suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Jane agreed. “You go first so I can ogle your luscious ass.”

“You are such a perv,” Maura giggled.

“You love it.”

“I love you,” Maura sighed as she reached her bed and pulled herself up onto it. “Oh dear god, I love this bed.”

“Yeah,” Jane agreed as she flopped down next to the blonde.

“C’mon,” Maura sat up with some difficulty. “Let’s get naked.”

“A woman after my own heart,” Jane laughed.

……..

Jane awoke to the feeling of being watched. “What?” she smiled as she felt Maura’s lips against her neck.

“Just couldn’t help myself,” Maura mumbled. “How are you feeling.”

“My head feels like it’s going to explode.”

“Yeah,” Maura agreed. “Mine too. Can we lay off the nectar of the gods next time? Vodka is much easier the morning after.”

“Kay,” Jane agreed, opening her eyes and squinting at the clock on the bedside table. “Why is there a crown on the alarm clock?”

“You wanted a crown for being the winner last night.”

“I did?”

“Don’t you remember?”

“Obviously not.”

“Hmm, well you made the cabbie go through the drive–thru at Burger King and you raucously demanded a ‘goddamn crown’ from the poor kid stuck working the twenty four hour window.”

“Oh,” Jane blushed.

“Yeah,” Maura agreed. “You were pretty cute wearing it though.”

“Well,” Jane sighed. “As long as I was cute. Maura?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going back to sleep now.”

“Kay.”

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