RIZZOLI & ISLES

Glasses

m (author18)

Rizzisles Fic: Glasses

Author: m

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles

Pairing: Jane Rizzoli / Maura Isles

Rating: NC17

Word count: 2100

Summary: Jane has a thing for glasses.

A/N: My muse is hiding from my other fics and I was bored … so here’s some porn!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of them are mine. No infringement intended.

Glasses

m (author18)

“Can’t we watch something else?” Maura moaned piteously as she settled in next to Jane on the brunette’s couch.

“No,” Jane laughed. “Last weekend you made me watch that freaking House marathon, so now it’s my turn to choose.”

“But really, SVU?”

Jane turned and gaped at her lover. “I know for a fact that you actually like this show so I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” she responded seriously before returning her attention to the television screen.

Maura rolled her eyes. “I’m not saying I don’t – but why do you love this show so much? It’s like … your life, but on television.”

“And House isn’t like your life?”

“No,” Maura sat up straighter. “It’s not. Because his patients are alive.”

“And just like your past dates and random strangers you enjoy diagnosing them.”

“That’s not the point,” Maura grumbled.

“Okay, first of all, similar to your argument, SVU is not exactly like my life because some of their victims are actually still alive, whereas by the time I get involved all of the victims are dead. Second of all, it’s nice to see justice handed out. I like this show for the justice. I like seeing the good guys win.”

“So you like the show so much because of the justice?”

“Yes,” Jane nodded.

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Yes,” Maura nodded slowly.

“Why do I like seeing justice handed down on the bad guys?” Jane asked, her mind busy trying to figure out what Maura was getting at.

“No,” Maura shook her head and smiled. “Why do you only watch this particular Law and Order? What’s so special about the justice on this show?”

Realizing that she was busted Jane slouched back into the couch and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she grumbled.

“Is it because of Olivia Benson?” Maura pressed, knowing from Jane’s posture that she was close to figuring this little mystery out.

“No,” Jane answered sourly.

Maura nodded. “So … it’s because of Alex Cabot, isn’t it?” she smirked and hiked her brows knowingly.

Jane sighed. “Yes,” she grumbled.

Maura smiled and leaned in to run the tip of her nose over the brunette’s stubborn jaw. “Yes, what?” she murmured before gathering Jane’s earlobe between her lips.

“I like watching Cabot,” Jane blushed. “Okay? Happy now?!”

“Mmm,” Maura purred as she ran her tongue down Jane’s neck. “Yes,” she breathed against the wet flesh.

“Must you always embarrass me?” Jane grumbled as Maura sat back and smiled at her.

“What’s so embarrassing about it? So you have a crush on Alex Cabot – I’m not threatened. She’s just a television character Jane.”

Jane pursed her lips and fought to ignore the blush that was tinting her face.

Seeing that Jane was, in fact, supremely embarrassed about what Maura thought was such a trivial non–issue she decided to show a little compassion and help the brunette out of her funk. “I don’t see the draw there, personally,” she stated as she sat back on the couch and mimicked Jane’s posture.

“What?” Jane asked.

“I mean, sure she’s beautiful, and smart and sexy but … really? Cabot?”

Jane rolled her eyes and refused to answer.

“Now, had you said it was because of Olivia Benson I would have completely understood,” Maura continued without looking away from the set.

Jane turned to see if Maura was yanking her chain or not. “What?” she couldn’t help laughing.

“Well, I mean, look at her,” Maura waved at the screen. “Strutting around the crime scene in that brown leather jacket and looking all Butchy McFabulous.”

“Butchy McFabulous?” Jane repeated.

“What?” Maura asked.

“Nothing,” Jane smiled. “So, I’m assuming that’s a good thing – to look Butchy McFabulous?”

“Oh yes,” Maura smiled.

“I just …. hmm. Do you think I’m ‘Butchy McFabulous’?”

Maura smiled. “Yes, in fact, I do,” she answered honestly.

“Why?”

“It’s hard to explain,” Maura smiled. “It’s just your whole … persona. The way you strut, the way you stand all tough and give off this don’t mess with me vibe. It’s incredibly sexy.”

“Do you think I’m more McFabulous than Benson?”

Maura smiled. “Of course.”

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Yes,” Jane smiled. “Why?”

“I just … I don’t know! I just do. Is it bad that I think my girlfriend is hotter than some fictional television character? Why do you like Cabot?” Maura countered.

“The glasses,” Jane answered immediately.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Jane grinned wistfully. “They’re pretty fucking sexy.”

“You like glasses?”

“Mmm,” Jane smiled.

“Really, glasses?”

“Well, not on everybody – but on Cabot … yeah, she can definitely pull them off.”

Maura looked at Jane and smiled. “I have glasses.”

“I didn’t know that,” Jane looked over at her girlfriend.

“Well, I only need them if I’m going to be doing a lot of work on the computer,” Maura waved her hand dismissively.

“Headaches?” Jane asked lamely.

“Mmm,” Maura nodded. “Yeah, they help.”

“What kind of glasses?” Jane couldn’t help asking.

Maura cocked her head and grinned. “Actually, they’re quite similar to those,” she pointed at the television and a close–up shot of Alexandra Cabot in all her lawyerly fineness.

Jane bit her lip as she looked from the screen to Maura and back again. “Can I see them?” Jane asked softly.

“You want to see them?”

“Yes,” Jane nodded. “Would you wear them for me?”

“I don’t need them right now,” Maura scrunched her brows in confusion.

“I don’t mean right now,” Jane mumbled quietly as a fresh blush of embarrassment started creeping up her neck.

Maura watched her girlfriend’s obviously growing discomfort and quickly realized what, exactly, Jane was referring to. “You don’t mean when we’re watching television,” Maura thought aloud.

Jane’s blush deepened. “Just … forget it.”

“No,” Maura smiled as she climbed up off the couch. “It’s okay. I’ll be right back,” she said suddenly and disappeared down the hall toward the bedroom.

“Maura, where are you…,” Jane started to ask but was quickly cut off.

“Just stay right there!”

Jane looked around in confusion but followed Maura’s directions and stayed on the couch. She didn’t have to wait too long before she heard Maura clearing her throat from somewhere behind her.

“Ahem.”

Jane turned from her spot on the couch and stared. Maura had changed. She let her eyes rake the blonde’s form starting at her feet and the delicious Jimmy Choos they were encased in, sliding up over her legs to the black power suit she usually reserved for court, and … Oh. Fuck. Me. Glasses.

“Hi,” Maura smiled.

“Hi,” Jane squeaked.

“I had my glasses in my bag,” Maura said softly.

“I can see that,” Jane breathed, her breathing growing fast and shallow as a jolt of arousal settled low in her belly.

This is the single sexiest thing I think I have ever fucking seen, Jane thought to herself as she stared at Maura.

Maura, for her part, began to grow somewhat uncomfortable as Jane just sat and stared at her. From the way the brunette had been going on about the glasses and Alex Cabot this had seemed like a good idea – she did have the Jimmys, the suit and the glasses here at Jane’s place aready – but … Jane … hasn’t … moved. At all. “Okay, I’m sorry – this was a stupid idea,” Maura started to ramble, flustered by the fact that Jane hadn’t moved from her position on the couch.

“Don’t move,” Jane growled as she saw the blonde’s body shift like she was going to go back into the bedroom.

Maura looked up and stared, transfixed as Jane slowly kneeled on the couch and deftly climbed up over the back of it before stalking – yes, stalking – toward her.

Jane stopped just before she ran into the blonde and let her eyes travel over Maura’s face.

“I like them,” she purred, running the tip of her index finger around the bottom edge of the glasses.

Maura relaxed slightly.

“I really, really like them,” Jane continued, almost to herself, as she continued to stare at Maura and stroke the doctor’s cheeks.

“Good,” Maura breathed. “That was the plan.”

“I reeeeeeeeally like them,” Jane growled.

“Mmm,” Maura moaned softly, the pitch and timbre of Jane’s voice doing wonderful things to her body.

Jane leaned in and kissed the blonde in her arms hungrily, lips crushing against each other as she forcefully pried Maura’s lips apart with her tongue. She thrust her tongue into the blonde’s mouth, powerfully thrusting, stroking, leading the kiss to her desired speed, tempo, vigor.

Before Maura knew what was happening she found herself backed up against and seated on the edge of the kitchen counter with Jane’s hungry lips devouring every inch of flesh they could reach as the detective’s hands busied themselves with unbuttoning her shirt. Faster than what would seem possible she felt her shirt fall open and Jane’s hands were busy sliding up over her stomach to palm her breasts through her bra.

“Jesus,” she breathed as she felt Jane’s thumbs brush roughly over her nipples.

“Mmm,” Jane moaned softly against Maura’s throat and slipped a hand around the blonde’s back to unsnap her bra.

“God,” Maura groaned as she watched her shirt and bra go flying across the room.

“You are so fucking sexy,” Jane growled before forcefully reclaiming Maura’s lips with her own, her hands busy at the blonde’s breasts.

When the need for air forced them apart Jane wasted no time leaning down and capturing one of Maura’s nipples in her mouth, hungrily sucking against the hardened nub and moaning as she looked up and saw Maura’s eyes closed behind her glasses.

Glasses are so fucking sexy.

Her own lids fluttered and threatened to close at the sight of the blonde, but she pulled away from Maura – stretching the nipple held between her teeth to its absolute limit before letting it fall.

“Shit,” Maura groaned softly. “Christ, Jane,” she gasped as she looked into the brunette’s lust darkened eyes.

“I really like the glasses,” Jane stated, her voice low, steady and serious as she ran her hands up Maura’s thighs.

“I can tell,” Maura smiled back at her lover as she reached behind herself and leaned back a bit, opening herself up to more of the brunette’s hungry gaze.

Jane smiled and watched Maura’s face as she let her hands slip higher up under that ridiculously sexy skirt, her playful smile turning wolfish as her fingers trailed higher and higher until they brushed against wet heat.

“God,” Maura groaned as she felt Jane’s fingers begin sliding through her folds.

“Fuck,” Jane hissed, her own panties flooding as she watched Maura writhing under her touch, her eyes again closing behind her glasses.

God she loves glasses.

Her right hand busy between her lover’s legs, she ran her left palm up over Maura’s stomach to her breast, pinching the captured nipple between her thumb and the knuckle of her forefinger at the exact moment she slid two fingers into Maura’s heat.

“Shit,” they both hissed.

Maura leaned back a little further and kicked off one heel before placing her foot on Jane’s shoulder, opening herself up for the detective’s thrusts.

“Look at me,” Jane growled as she continued to piston her fingers into the blonde.

Maura raised her eyes and looked at Jane, surprised by the shiver of arousal that she could see course through the brunette as she looked at her in her glasses.

She really does like glasses, Maura thought to herself, biting her lip to keep the smile that was threatening from breaking free. She had a feeling Jane wouldn’t appreciate her laughing at this moment in time.

Jane thrust harder and faster into Maura, her fingers twisting, pulling and tweaking the captured nipple – each movement pushing the blonde that much closer to the edge.

Maura rode the wave building inside her, fighting against it and failing miserably as she felt her body tense with her oncoming orgasm.

Jane could feel it coming too and demanded, “Look at me Maura, let me watch you.”

“Fuck,” Maura groaned, the brunette’s words providing that final bit of oompf needed to throw her into orgasm.

Jane felt her own body clench and tremble at the sight of spectacled clad Maura staring at her through those insanely sexy glasses as she rode out her orgasm.

She’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in her life.

“Mmm,” Maura moaned as she came down from her high and sat up enough to capture Jane’s lips in a tender kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you … and your glasses,” Jane chuckled.

“Hmm,” Maura smiled and trailed her lips over to the brunette’s ear. “Go get your leather coat Detective.”

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