RIZZOLI & ISLES

Perhaps You’re Right

m (author18)

Title: Perhaps You’re Right

Author: m

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles

Pairing: Jane Rizzoli / Maura Isles

Rating: R

Summary: A gunman is loose in the medical examiner’s office.

A/N: My first attempt at this particular pairing. Hope I got them right!

Disclaimer: Sadly, they’re not mine.

Perhaps You’re Right

m (author18)

“Hey Maura,” Jane Rizzoli called as she pushed through the swinging doors to the autopsy suite, her nose immediately wrinkling at the smell inside the room, a smell so potently original that no matter how many times she’d visited she’s never really got used to it. “You got a second? I need to ask you something about the Randall case.”

Maura Isles looked up from the body she was in the middle of examining. “Sure, you want to come a little bit closer so I can still work? And, booties and gloves please.”

“Already have the booties on,” Jane grumbled as she snapped the first latex glove into place on her left hand. “So,” the brunette started as she sidled up to the autopsy table. “What happened to this guy?”

“Got into a fight with the wrong neighbor, apparently,” Maura replied brusquely as she finished making the Y–incision. “What’s wrong with the Randall case?”

Both women looked up from the table as the familiar sound of gunshots out in the hallway hit their ears.

Maura looked up at Jane and grimaced. “So, who did you piss off this morning? This has got to be a new record for you, it’s barely eight am.”

Jane shook her head and smiled. “I didn’t do anything M. Just duck down and hide while I go see what’s happening.”

Isles placed her blood covered hands on the edge of the autopsy table. “Why you and not me?”

“Because I have a gun,” Jane answered sardonically, holding her weapon aloft. “Now, get behind that table and hide – I don’t want to have to worry about whether or not you’re safe,” she ordered as she began crossing the room, gun pointed to the ceiling, index finger on the trigger guard as she flipped the safety off with her thumb.

Once she got to the wall beside the doors, she risked a quick glance back into the room to make sure that the blonde had actually listened to her and taken cover. A small sigh of relief passed her lips as she realized that, for once, she had.

Thank god.

She peeked through the corner of the tiny rectangular window and saw that the guard outside the room was down, a significant puddle of blood pooling under his slightly overweight body indicating that he was – more likely than not – not going home tonight. Shit. Keen brown eyes scanned the shockingly white hall for any sign of the attacker, tried and failed to determine where the threat was.

“What’s out there?” Maura whispered from her hiding spot. “Jane, what do you see?”

“Nothing,” Jane muttered. “I see nothing. Keep your ass hidden until I come back for you.”

Rizzoli chuckled to herself as she pictured the glare Maura was most likely shooting her right now, the indignant set to the forensic pathologist’s shoulders as she remained crouched behind the autopsy table, forced to follow her orders because she knew that the battle–hardened cop was right. Maura Isles did not like not being in charge. She most definitely did not like not being in control. And now she was both.

Rizzoli slammed her foot into the swinging door, forcefully throwing it open as she leveled her gun onto what would have been center mass should the perp been out there. Which, he wasn’t.

Where the fuck did he go?

She crossed the short expanse of linelioum to the downed security guard and crouched to check for a pulse. Nothing. Shit. She stood quickly and, gun at the ready, began making her way further down the hallway toward the spot where this particular corridor intersected with the one that would lead outside.

Oh hell. Outside! The thought had barely registered when she heard the oh–so–familiar sound of gunshots coming from behind her. The refrigerator room – it had a backdoor for funeral homes to use!

“Maura!” Rizzoli yelled as she turned on her heel and sprinted back into the autopsy suite, frantically scanning the seemingly deserted room for her friend.

No no no no no! Where is she?!

The detective was so focused on finding Maura that she failed to notice the gunman hiding beside the sink behind her. The next gunshot that she heard fired, she felt tearing through her side like a firey lance a microsecond later. Holy Christ that hurts! The force of the hit knocked her onto her face, and she heard the gunman laugh as he roughly kicked her gun out of her hand as he passed, the overconfident bastard never even stopping to check her condition.

Blissfully relaxing waves of darkness lapped at the edges of her consciousness, but the thought of Maura alone and unarmed against the gunman was enough to propel the detective to her feet with a hissed curse of pain. “Holy fucking hell!”

She saw her gun under the nearest autopsy table, but knew that there was no way she’d be able to bend over and get it without passing out. She scanned the room around her, desperately searching for a weapon when her eyes fell onto an unplugged Stryker saw on the good doctor’s equipment tray.

Perfect.

Rizzoli hefted the small saw and quickly made her way through the still swinging doors to the autopsy room’s antechamber where the refrigerated drawers that housed the bodies while they were in residence was located. Trained eyes immediately sized up her adversary as she silently crossed the room behind him, her grip on the saw sliding from the equipment housing to the short dangling cord at the base of the unit.

She took a shallow breath (because deep breaths hurt like a son of a bitch) before swinging her makeshift weapon around and smacking the steel housing of the saw against the perp’s temple and knocking him unconscious. He never saw her coming.

Her vision swam and she started to get a little dizzy as she felt the saw slide out of her fingers, the clatter it made as it hit the ground lost to her as the threatening blackness finally washed over her like a wave and she fell to the ground beside it.

* * * * *

The next morning…

Bright light seared through her eyelids, the steady beep of machines and the even steadier sound of someone’s breathing were the things that pulled Jane Rizzoli back into the world of the living. The lights were easy enough to explain, as was the sounds coming from all the monitoring equipment – she was in a hospital. The breathing however, that wasn’t quite so easy to explain away. Her opiate induced haze meant she had a harder time figuring out to whom the flowing blonde locks cascading across her mattress belonged. Of course, the minute she bothered to look beyond the hair to take in the rumpled scrubs she knew exactly who it was.

“Maura,” Rizzoli croaked, her voice dry and scratchy from the drugs and (unbeknownst to her) the intubation tube they had down her throat during her emergency surgery. The bullet had punctured her right lung.

The forensic pathologist lifted her head to see her friend looking at her. “How are you feeling? Are your pain medications sufficient?” she asked, always the doctor.

“The meds are fine Maura,” Jane smiled tiredly. “Why are you here?”

Maura’s eyes fell. “Do you want me to leave?”

Jane rolled her eyes. “No. Don’t be silly. I just …., hell – has my family been in?”

Isles nodded. “Yeah, they were here for a bit last night but I told them to go home and get some rest. Your doctors weren’t expecting you to wake up quite this early.”

Jane took a small measure of pride in that statement. Damn straight she was tough. “But you stayed?” she asked, her features softening as she took in her friend’s bloodshot eyes.

“Yeah,” Maura returned the brunette’s steady gaze. “I just couldn’t make myself leave,” she whispered, a small embarrassed smile tweaking her lips.

Jane smiled and felt her heart warm at her friend’s confession. “I’m glad,” she murmured, reaching out to place her IV and tape covered hand on top of Isles’. “Really glad. Thank you.”

Maura just smiled, pleased beyond measurable words that Jane was okay and that the detective was happy that she’d stayed.

“So, we just had another sleepover hunh?” Jane grinned.

“I guess we did,” Maura agreed.

“Hmm,” Jane drawled, the medications in her system dragging her back under. “You know, if we’re going to keep doing this, sooner or later you’re going to have to admit that you’re attracted to me,” she joked.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Maura murmured as she watched her friend slip back into unconsciousness.

She lifted the brunette’s hand off of her own and carefully, ever so gently, set it back down next to the sleeping woman. She rose slowly from her chair and arched her back, sighing in relief as she felt her vertebrae pop back into place.

Warm eyes full of unrestrained love caressed the sleeping woman’s face before soft adoring lips were tenderly pressed to her unsuspecting forehead.

“Perhaps you’re right,” she whispered once again before leaving Rizzoli’s bedside in search of coffee. She wanted to make sure she was back before Jane woke up again.

Part 2

As Jane Rizzoli learned rather quickly, healing from a gunshot wound to the chest, and the subsequent broken ribs and collapsed lung caused by it, was not a fast process. She was ordered onto bed–rest for an entire week after she was released from the hospital and she was surprised, but secretly pleased, when Maura took a week off from her work at the morgue to stay with her. To just be there to take care of her and keep her company. In spite of the painful injuries she was busy healing, that week was the happiest week she’d had for a while; for as long as she could remember, if she was being honest with herself.

After that heavenly week with Maura was up and the strict bed–rest orders were relaxed, she found her activities so restricted that she might have well still been bedridden. Only now there was no Maura to keep her company. No Maura to make her laugh, and then hold her gently while she gasped and cried because, damn, laughing hurt. No Maura to just lay in bed all day with watching movies because daytime television sucked. No Maura to fall asleep next to.

The days of healing dragged relentlessly on, endless minutes of a monotonous existence that were tolerable only because she knew that the minute – no, the very second the clock ticked 6:00 she would hear the now familiar sound of a key turning the deadbolt to her front door followed by the annoying squeak of hinges and a tentatively called, ‘Jane, are you awake?’ She savored the time they spent together at night, sharing dinner, watching a show, or simply sitting on the couch and talking. She could have cared less what they did, so long as they were together. Night became her favorite time of day, but it never lasted long enough for her liking.

Jane Rizzoli wasn’t a genius like Maura Isles, but she didn’t need to be to realize that there very well might be a reason why she was always teasing the woman about her supposed ‘attraction’. And, the more she thought about it (because, really, what else was there to do besides think when you’re stuck at home?), the more she came to realize that just thinking of the beautiful forensic pathologist made her smile, that the simple idea of seeing Maura walk through her front door simultaneously set her heart racing and filled her very soul with the most peaceful feeling imaginable.

She wasn’t a genius, but she didn’t need to be. Bravery and action were more her thing, and now she was just hoping (since she was finally healed just enough) that she was brave enough to actually act.

She checked her watch as she slowly moved around the kitchen (eight minutes left), busy opening take–out boxes and dumping the contents into serving bowls that she carefully shuffled over to the table that she’d set – complete with candles and wine glasses. Not that she could have wine with all the medications she was still taking, but the table looked incomplete without them. She did have a bottle of red on the counter and a bottle of white in the fridge if Maura wanted one though. She checked her watch again (two minutes) and looked around the room to see if she’d forgotten anything. Usually brave and unflinching, she now stood in the middle of her modest kitchen with sweaty palms and butterflies in her stomach.

The sound of the deadbolt tumbling over snapped her out of her pensive reverie and brought her attention back to what she was doing. She picked the salad bowl up off the counter and set it in the middle of the table before heading into the living room to find Maura carefully hanging her coat and purse up on an empty hook beside the door.

Jane stopped and stared, unable to do anything but stand there and appreciate the strong lines of the woman’s back, the delicious swell of her ass inside those ridiculously sexy, impeccably tailored trousers.

“Hi,” Jane murmured, her voice cracking slightly from nerves.

Maura turned and smiled, her brow wrinkling with concern as she took in her friend’s anxious appearance. “You okay Jane? Are your meds…”

“My meds are fine Isles,” Jane interrupted sharply, her nerves getting the better of her. “Sorry. I just … well … hmm … yeah. I got us dinner,” she continued dumbly.

“Okay,” Maura answered softly, confused as to why the brunette was suddenly so inarticulate. “Where do you want to eat? In the living room?”

Jane looked at her feet and mumbled, “Isetthediningroomtable.”

Maura smiled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t understand you. What did you say?”

Jane flushed scarlet as she looked her friend in the eye and repeated herself softly. “I set the dining room table.”

Maura paused for only a split second; the raw vulnerability visible in Rizzoli’s eyes before she quickly looked down and turned toward the kitchen making her heart clench fearfully, making her stomach clench hopefully. “Okay then,” she murmured as she fell into step behind the brunette, her eyes unabashedly savoring the tantalizing shape of the brunette’s ass as she walked. Delicious.

Both women stopped beside the small table. Jane out of fear and embarrassment of how such a set–up would be received; Maura out of fear that this intimate table might possibly mean what she hoped it did and embarrassment about how she would react were it not. They stood beside the table for several seconds, both women lost to their private thoughts, hopes, and fears as to what this evening might mean.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” Jane whispered, finally gathering the courage to break their uncomfortable silence.

“You cannot drink alcohol with the medications you’re taking,” Maura answered automatically.

“I know I can’t Isles,” Rizzoli rolled her eyes. “I was asking if you’d like a glass. I’ll be having water.”

A faint blush tinted the doctor’s cheeks in understanding. “Of course you do. I’m sorry,” she apologized. “And, although a glass of wine sounds absolutely lovely, I think I’ll just have a glass of water as well.”

“Okay,” Jane smiled. “Please, have a seat. I’ll be right back with some water for us.”

Maura tucked herself in at the table, her eyes traveling over the deep blue tablecloth, the place settings, the twin candles framing the meal.

“Your water, milady,” Jane joked as she leaned over the blonde’s shoulder to fill her wine glass with water.

Maura stiffened slightly at Jane’s unexpected closeness, causing the brunette to chuckle and mutter, “Christ M, it’s not like I’d spill it on you.”

“It wasn’t that,” she answered softly, her breath suddenly missing as her heart raced with insecurity. “You just surprised me, that’s all.”

“Mmm, sorry,” Jane chuckled as she filled her own glass before settling into her chair beside her friend. “I guess tonight’s just going to be your night to be surprised then,” she murmured under her breath.

They ate in a companionable silence, the meal interrupted by the soft chink of silverware against budget china, by quiet observations and short bouts of discussion about the day’s activities. When they were finished eating Jane stood and collected their plates, carefully stacking them to take into the kitchen. Maura could hear the plates clatter against the counter and the silver ping as it landed in the sink. She did not hear Jane’s approach as she returned carrying a pie.

The blonde’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she noticed the dessert. “Really Jane, you keep spoiling me like this and I’m going start thinking that you’re attracted to me,” she laughed, unable to keep from using the brunette’s teasing line against her.

Jane flushed as she carefully set the tin onto the table. “I am,” she murmured staring fixedly at the table, too afraid to look up and witness Maura’s reaction to her words. She closed her eyes and breathed as deep as she could, desperate to calm her racing nerves, desperate to find the courage to stop her hands from shaking.

Maura Isles openly gaped at the brunette, shocked into speechlessness by the unexpected confession. Her heart, which was racing in fear earlier, was now absolutely flying with elation. “Me too,” she whispered.

Rizzoli’s head snapped up at those two simple words and Maura was knocked breathless by the hopeful longing so plainly evident in her eyes. “Really?” she breathed.

Maura slowly rose from her seat, the back of her knees pushing the chair away as she reached her full height and took a halting step toward the painfully vulnerable woman before her. “Really,” she breathed, raising her hand to tenderly cup the brunette’s face, her heart skipping a beat as she felt Jane relax into her touch. She stared, transfixed as Rizzoli’s eyes fluttered closed as she softly caressed her cheek. So beautiful. She used her touch on the brunette’s jaw to gently pull her closer, to hold her close as she tenderly captured the soft lips she’d been dreaming about with her own.

Jane’s eyes rolled back in her head at that first press of lips, unable and unwilling to stop the groan of pleasure that escaped her as she tangled her hands into Maura’s shirt and pulled her close – her body responding almost embarrassingly fast to the blonde’s touch.

Maura sighed happily as she felt Jane respond so eagerly to her kiss, literally purred when she felt Rizzoli’s tongue tentatively ghosting over her lower lip seeking entrance. She wasted no time allowing her to deepen the kiss, and unabashedly moaned when she felt that first electric touch of a foreign tongue shyly stroking her own. She felt her nipples stiffen almost painfully as the kiss grew more heated, more demanding, more passionate; felt her panties flood with arousal as Rizzoli’s hips pressed needfully into her own.

Rizzoli was the first to pull back from the kiss, gasping and wincing slightly at the effort to breathe. “Wow,” she whispered, leaning in to rest her forehead against the blonde’s, her knees growing weak at the sight of lust darkened eyes staring back at her.

“Mmm,” Maura moaned, a soft smile tweaking her lips as she pulled back to press a soft adoring kiss to the brunette’s forehead, a happy bubble of laughter escaping her as she pressed her lips to that smooth delicate expanse of skin.

“What?” Jane breathed somewhat self–consciously.

“Nothing,” she smiled. “I’ve just been waiting quite a long time for that kiss; forgive me for feeling a bit giddy right now.”

“A while, huh?” Jane smirked, untangling her hands from Isles’ shirt to grasp her hand, shyly twining their fingers together as she pulled her in for a soft adoring kiss.

“Yes. Quite. A. While,” Maura breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the sensations coursing through her body.

Jane stared at the woman before her, awed by her beauty and the soft contented smile lighting her face. She looked down at their joined hands and felt her heart skip a beat. Mine. She raised her free hand to tenderly brush the pad of her thumb across Isles’ kiss swollen lips, a fresh wave of arousal rolling through her body as Maura’s tongue darted out between parted lips to taste her.

“Goddamn,” she moaned breathlessly. “I want you.”

Maura’s eyes flashed open and a delightfully wicked smile lit her face as she asked, “Here?”

Jane chuckled. “Mmm,” she leaned in to press another kiss to Isle’s delicious lips. “As fun as that sounds, I don’t think I’ve recovered quite enough to have a go on the dining room table.”

“Well,” Maura sighed dramatically, her eyes twinkling with amusement, “then I guess I’d better take you to bed.”

“Yes.” Rizzoli agreed, tugging gently on her hand and leading them down the short hall to her room. “I think I most definitely need to take you to bed.”

Part 3

Jane confidently led Maura down the short hall to her bedroom, her footsteps sure and steady as they crossed the threshold to her private sanctuary. She stopped beside her bed and turned to face the blonde goddess who had silently followed her, her pulse racing, her heart thundering as familiar feelings of inadequacy began to coil inside her.

Maura noticed the way the detective’s previously molten chocolate eyes had cooled; no longer heated and wanting, they were now clouded with shyness and insecurity.

“Are you okay?” Maura whispered, closing the distance between them and tenderly cupping the brunette’s proud jaw between her hands.

Jane closed her eyes and relaxed into Maura’s touch, a small sigh of contentment escaping her lips as the blonde’s thumbs began caressing her cheeks.

Rizzoli opened her eyes to capture Isles’ gaze. “Yes,” she breathed into waiting lips that were mere centimeters from her own.

Maura smiled and moaned low and deep at the brunette’s affirmation as she looked up at her through hooded lust filled eyes. She leaned in closer, closing the distance between their lips until they were only a hair’s width apart, somehow finding the control to stop herself just shy of Jane’s lips that she was so desperate to taste again.

“Can I…,” she whispered.

Jane moaned softly. “Kiss me.”

Those two words were all the encouragement that Maura needed. She wasted no time closing that finite distance separating her from Jane, her lips hungrily claiming the brunette’s as her own the very moment her plea had been whispered.

Maura moaned as she felt the brunette’s hands slide around her waist to pull her in closer, felt her heart speed with adrenaline as those firm decisive hands began slowly roaming her back, rubbing, grabbing, kneading every inch of flesh they were able to reach. She literally growled with need when Jane’s hands slid over her ass to grasp her and pull her in closer, her hips eagerly pushing into the brunette seeking more contact.

Jane answered Maura’s wordless pleas with her own reverberating moans, her body responding wonderfully to the press of the blonde’s hips against hers as she tightened her grip on Maura’s ass to pull her in even tighter. She fell deeper into the kiss, hypnotized by the feeling of the blonde’s lips moving against her own, by the feeling of the woman in her arms rubbing against her, arching into her touch. More enchanting that the physical sensations were the sounds escaping Maura. She’d never imagined the blonde to be so vocal and Jane found the gasps, mewls, groans and moans escaping her entirely captivating. She needed more of this woman pressed up against her. Needed to touch more of her, to taste more of her.

Maura whimpered pathetically when Rizzoli’s lips left her own, the needful cry turning into a low growl of pleasure as those lips began kissing their way down her neck. She turned her head as the brunette’s mouth trailed slowly south, wantonly offering more flesh, wordlessly begging for more.

“God yes,” Maura moaned as Jane’s lips hovered above her pulse point.

Jane smiled as Isle’s encouraging moan caressed her soul, the pleasured sound making her own heart race as she began to lick, nip and suck at the blonde’s neck and her hands slid up over Maura’s hips, and across her stomach to gently slide over and capture her breasts.

Maura moaned loudly at this bolder touch, eagerly arching her back and pushing herself harder into Jane’s hands.

Jane pressed one last kiss to the sensitive flesh on the blonde’s neck before she began kissing her way back up to recapture Maura’s lips in a searing kiss. She poured herself into the kiss as she roughly palmed and gently massaged the blonde’s breasts.

Already dizzy with pleasure, Maura felt her knees buckle slightly when Jane’s thumbs brushed tentatively over her nipples. “Fuck, Jane,” she gasped.

She felt Jane smile against her lips as she moved her thumbs back over that same path, heard the brunette chuckle when she reflexively twitched again under her touch.

“Don’t be a tease Rizzoli,” she growled, unable to stop smiling herself as she again felt the brunette’s thumbs stroke over her sensitive tips.

“Okay,” Jane murmured as she dropped her hands to the hem of Maura’s shirt. “May I…?” she whispered as she tentatively tugged at the expensive fabric.

“Yes,” Maura sighed.

Jane groaned softly as she slowly slid the smooth fabric up over Maura’s head, literally moaned as she watched the blonde take a step back and remove her own bra. It was, hands down, the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

“Goddamn,” the brunette moaned as she reached out to bring Maura closer so she could capture a perfect pink nipple between her teeth.

“Mmm,” Maura moaned as Jane began sucking and nipping against her. “Fuck,” she breathed as she felt the brunette’s free hand cover her other breast and immediately begin pinching and rolling her painfully engorged nipple.

“You are so beautiful,” Jane growled, replacing her mouth with her hand so she could kiss Maura soundly.

Maura smiled into the kiss and quickly reached down to lift the brunette’s shirt off over her head, her movements so precise that Jane’s bra hit the ground seconds after her shirt.

“That’s better,” she whispered, pausing a moment to allow her eyes to hungrily rake the brunette’s lithe figure before she lowered her hands to Jane’s trim waist to gently steer her toward the bed.

Once Jane was sitting on the edge of the bed Maura leaned in to kiss her softly, carefully applying enough pressure into the kiss to push her back onto the mattress. She pulled back to find Jane looking up at her with flushed cheeks and parted kiss swollen lips, but it was the brunette’s eyes that had her breath hitching in her throat. They were dark and hungry, twin pools of desire full of liquid sex and promises.

“Are you going to leave me here alone or are you going to join me?” Jane murmured, a small smile tweaking her lips as she laid on the bed and watched Maura stare at her.

Maura chuckled lightly and licked her lips as she leaned down to kiss Jane tenderly as her fingers deftly flipped open the button on her pants.

“Oh,” Jane murmured as she realized what, exactly, the blonde was planning.

Maura smiled at the way Jane relaxed into the mattress and allowed herself to be undressed. Nimble fingers slowly slid to grasp her zipper, carefully applying just the lightest touch against the brunette’s mound as she pulled it down to its base. She traced random patterns on the small exposed patch lingerie causing Jane’s hips to buck slightly into her before she wrapped her fingers around both the waistband of her trousers and her panties gave them a gentle tug.

Jane groaned and eagerly lifted her hips enough to allow Maura enough room to slide the pants down and pull them off. She could feel the weight of the blonde’s gaze sliding up her exposed legs to settle at her very center, could see the way Maura sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to bite it as she openly stared at her naked form. When the blonde looked up her gaze was hungry. Jane sucked in a quick breath and tried to sit up to help Maura undress, but was stopped mid–motion by a sly smile and a huskily whispered, “No.”

Jane stared, transfixed, as Maura slowly ran the fingers of her right hand over the top of her trousers, back and forth, back and forth, for what seemed like an eternity before dipping down to flip open the button and push the slacks over her trim hips. Jane watched the pants slide down past the blonde’s hips but stopped tracking the fabric to stare at the beautiful figure standing before her, only the smallest piece of black lace left covering Maura’s flawless expanse of ivory skin.

Jane licked her lips as she watched the blonde’s breasts sway slightly as she kicked off her trousers, felt her stomach clench in anticipation as Maura’s fingers began slowly trailing over the top of her panties, felt a flood of arousal settle between her legs as she watched that last scrap of fabric fall to the ground leaving Maura perfectly exposed.

“Beautiful,” she observed softly, noting the way the blonde’s cheeks flushed slightly in pleasure at the complement.

Maura carefully lowered herself onto the mattress beside Jane, capturing the brunette’s lips in a soft kiss as she carefully molded herself against her uninjured side.

Jane sighed into the kiss as she felt the delicate weight of Maura’s breast settle atop her own, groaned softly as she felt the blonde’s fingers begin dancing up her stomach to palm her possessively. When Maura’s thumb brushed over her nipple she broke the kiss with a gasp of surprise which caused the blonde to giggle softly before recapturing her lips. Jane rolled into the other woman, pulling her closer as she slid her right thigh between Maura’s legs to press into her center.

“Mmm,” she moaned softly as her leg came into contact with the blonde’s wet folds.

Maura moaned and pushed herself harder onto the brunette’s thigh, her hips rocking slowly in time with their kisses. She trembled under Jane’s touch as the brunette’s hand trailed over her hip, groaned softly when she felt Jane’s fingers slide over her mound to dip into her center.

“You feel so good,” Jane whispered as she trailed her fingers through the blonde’s arousal.

“Mmpft,” Isles groaned, her hips bucking violently when a wandering finger brushed over her swollen clit. “Yes,” she hissed as she felt two fingers slowly fill her.

“God,” Jane murmured, pressing her forehead into Maura’s as she began slowly pumping her fingers into the blonde.

She felt Maura’s hips begin to move counterpoint to her thrusts as she increased the force and tempo of her steady plunge and retreat inside the blonde, felt the way Maura was getting that much closer as she alternated scissoring and curling her fingers on each stroke. She leaned down and kissed her slow and deep as she moved her thumb over to gently circle her clit.

Balanced so precariously on the brink, it was that final touch that shoved Maura over the edge, moaning into her lover’s kiss as she was rocked into orgasm.

Jane smiled and stilled her thumb against the blonde as she slowed her thrusts and allowed Maura to ride out her orgasm, tenderly removing her fingers as she felt the last spasm roll through her body.

Maura opened her eyes to the sight of Jane smiling affectionately down at her and to the feeling of the brunette’s damp fingers tracing indistinct patterns on her stomach. “Mmm,” she moaned contentedly, tilting her head to kiss Jane softly.

Jane sighed and ran her hand up to palm the blonde’s breast as she deepened the kiss which caused Maura to chuckle and slide her own hand up to cover the brunette’s and pull it away.

“What?” Jane murmured, her eyes hooded as she blindly searched for the lips she had been kissing.

Maura smiled and pressed an adoring kiss to the brunette’s lips. “My turn,” she purred, gently pushing against Jane to get her to roll onto her back.

Jane groaned softly and allowed Maura to move her back onto the bed, her jaw going slack as she felt the blonde begin laying soft kisses down her neck toward her breasts. She swore loudly as she felt a wet warm heat surround her nipple and hissed when Maura began sucking greedily against her.

It was too much. Too much. “God Maura,” she moaned. “So close,” she practically sobbed, already so close from making love to blonde.

Maura looked up and let the hard dark nipple fall from her lips with a wet pop. “Okay,” she whispered, blowing softly against the wet flesh and pressing one last kiss to the pert nubbin.

“Mmm yes,” Jane groaned as she felt Maura begin to slide down her body, felt the tip of the blonde’s tongue trace an unwavering line down her stomach and over her mound as she moved to where Jane so desperately needed her.

Maura settled herself between the brunette’s legs and closed her eyes as she breathed in the deeply intoxicating scent of Jane’s arousal, wrapping herself in the heady aroma of her lover’s need before adoringly lowering her mouth to run her tongue slowly through slick folds.

Jane’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Maura turn her full undivided attention to her clit; the feeling of the blonde’s tongue running soft and rough, slow and fast, over that sensitive bundle of nerves coupled with the sight of Maura’s head moving slowly, tenderly, between her legs pushed her to the very edge so that it took one, two, three more broad strokes from a flattened tongue against her to throw her literally screaming into release.

Maura smiled against Jane’s womanhood and pressed one last kiss to that sensitive flesh before sliding up the length of the brunette to kiss her tenderly.

“Wow,” Jane husked throatily.

“Mmm,” Maura agreed, reaching down to pull a blanket back up over them.

“Wow,” Jane repeated herself. “We need to do that again,” she grinned goofily.

“Yes,” Maura chuckled, pulling Jane in tighter, enjoying the feeling of holding the brunette in her arms. “But, for now I’d just like to hold you if you don’t mind.”

“Mmm,” Jane sighed as she relaxed into the blonde’s embrace. “Okay,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to Maura’s lips and slowly running her hands over the blonde’s smooth skin. “But we really need to do that again.”

“Mmm,” Maura murmured, leaning in to rest her forehead against Jane’s as her body once again began to respond to the brunette’s touch. “Perhaps you’re right.”

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