RIZZOLI & ISLES

Sky Rockets in Flight

m (author18)

Rizzisles Fic: Sky Rockets in Flight

Author: m

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles

Pairing: Jane Rizzoli / Maura Isles

Rating: R

Summary: Don’t mess with Rizzoli’s ringtones…

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

A/N: (READ ME!!!!!!) Okay, so this fic was originally intended to fill a prompt (Jane Rizzoli / Maura Isles, ringtones) over at Porn Battle X … but it ballooned on me and I didn’t finish it in time. So, I’ve ended up to break it up into two parts. The first part is pretty much a soft R and can stand on its own as a complete fic, the second bit is the porn. Got it? Part 2 = porn. Don’t click the link at the bottom of part one if you don’t want to read porn … I don’t want any angry comments about how you were tricked into reading something you didn’t want to – nice comments make my muse very happy though …

Sky Rockets in Flight

m (author18)

Jane Rizzoli was a woman who knew how to appreciate life’s little pleasures. A good cup of coffee. Maura’s lips. The satisfied feeling of a job well done. The feeling of the weight of Maura’s breasts in her hands. The way the air smelled after a heavy rain. The smell of Maura’s arousal.

Okay, so she was growing to appreciate Maura more than life’s simple pleasures, but the one thing she held above all others (except Maura, of course) was her phone. More specifically, the ringtones on her phone. She loved knowing who was calling by the individual rings. The Twilight Zone theme for her mother, Bad Boys for her brother, Hangin’ Tough for Lieutenant Joey Grant, and the droll funeral march for Maura. Each sound was specific to every individual – and even if the ringtones didn’t make sense to the rest of world they made sense to her. Her phone was her single greatest simple pleasure in life.

All of this is why she completely flew off the handle one afternoon when her phone erupted into the chorus of Afternoon Delight.

“What the hell?!” she held her phone up and stared at the screen to see who was calling. Maura. Maura?!

“Hey M,” she answered. “I’m in the middle of something here. I’ll call you back in five?”

Maura smiled on her end of the line. “Sure. No problem. Was just thinking about you and wanted to say hi. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay,” Jane answered distractedly, her keen brown eyes already busy scanning the squad–room trying to figure out who had screwed with her phone.

It took her only a few seconds to reset her phone before she tossed it huffily onto her desk as she suspiciously scanned the desks around here. Frost? Nah, he’s too scared of me to try this. Korsak? No way, guy can barely figure out how to answer his phone. Frankie? No, this was a definite line that even he wouldn’t cross. Dammit, then who? Grant? Hmmm, she wouldn’t put it past Joey to prank her this way – he did copy off her catechism test when they were eight. Yeah, if anyone here would do it it’d be Joey.

The more she thought about it the madder she got until she just couldn’t hold her temper in check any longer and she shoved her chair back from her desk and practically stomped across the crowded squad room to the Lieutenant’s office. Seeing he wasn’t on the phone – pissed off or not, she wasn’t going to torpedo her career over this – she strode into the room and stopped to glare at him, hands on her hips and an impressive glare on her face.

“You did it didn’t you?” she demanded.

Lieutenant Grant looked up from the report he was proofing. “Did what, Detective Rizzoli?”

“Messed with my phone. You messed with my phone,” she hissed.

“What are you talking about?”

“My ringtone. You changed it, didn’t you?”

He looked up at the very angry brunette blocking the door to his office and fought to hold in the smirk threatening to break free as he watched Farinelli furtively glancing up at Rizzoli’s back as he fiddled with her cell. “It wasn’t me Jane,” he held up his hands placatingly.

“You swear?”

“Christ Rizzoli, you kicked my ass with just your bare hands when we were twelve – you think I’m dumb enough to try something now that you’re armed? You know what, don’t answer that. Don’t you have a report on the Badger case you need to finish?”

Jane glowered silently at Joey for a few seconds longer to emphasize exactly how large of an egregious mistake it was of whomever had changed her ringtone. “Fine. I’ll go finish your paperwork. But I will find out who did this.”

Grant laughed. “Sure thing Rizzoli, just – you know – don’t forget to do your homework.”

“You suck Joey,” she muttered as she spun on her heel and marched back to her desk. “Don’t forget your homework,” she muttered as she opened the file and started working.

She was deep into the final report on the Badger case when her phone rang. With another tune she didn’t program. Because, really, who programs I wanna sex you up as a ringtone?

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she hissed as she reached out for her phone. How the hell? A new ringtone. For Maura. Again?

“Hey M,” Jane answered tersely, her eyes busy scanning the desks surrounding hers for any sign of guilt.

“You okay?” Maura asked. “You never called me back so I was starting to get a little worried.”

“I’m fine,” Jane sighed. “Sorry I snapped. Things here are just a little crazy.”

“Oh, a new case? I didn’t hear anything about something new coming up.”

“No. No case. Just work stuff. I’ll explain later. We still on for dinner tonight?”

“You mean our dinner at Bacco?”

“Yes,” Jane smiled. “That would be the one I was referring to.”

“Well, I’m hoping we’re still on – our reservation is for sixty seven minutes from now.”

“But who’s counting?” Jane laughed. “I miss you.”

Maura’s voice softened. “I miss you too.”

“See you soon,” Jane’s voice was wistful. “I should go though, I need to turn in this report before I head out tonight.”

“Alright.”

Jane hung up her phone with a smile on her face.

“Oh Maura, I miss you,” Morelli mocked in a high falsetto. “You are so whipped Rizzoli.”

“Hey,” Jane looked up and grinned. “Don’t be a hater just because my girlfriend’s hotter than your wife.”

The caused the other eight guys in the squad–room to start laughing and Oooh–ing at Morelli.

“She got you there man,” Frost laughed. “Doctor Isles is definitely hotter than your wife.”

This caused another round of raucous laughter. Frost never, never, stood up to anybody. Jane looked over at her partner and smiled her thanks.

“Hey!” Grant shouted. “Not that I don’t like to see some team bonding, but what the hell is going on here?”

“Nothing Lieutenant,” Morelli laughed. “Just having a little fun.”

“Yeah,” everybody else mumbled in agreement.

“Fun is good, but keep it down in here.”

A chorus of ‘yessirs’ rumbled around the room.

“Oh,” Joey looked at Jane and grinned. “And you are pretty whipped Rizzoli,” he teased, before retreating back into his office and shutting his door.

“I’m … He’s … What? … No!” Jane spluttered. Which, of course caused all the guys to laugh even harder. “Okay,” she rounded on the group. “Who fucked with my phone? Morelli?”

Morelli laughed and shook his head no.

“Farinelli?”

“Nope,” he grinned.

“I will find out who did this,” she swore.

“Good luck with that,” Morelli grinned. “I’m out of here. See you guys on Monday.”

Jane glowered at his back and then made sure to stare down each remaining member of the unit before she strode over to her desk, picked up the Badger report and her phone, and marched into Grant’s office.

“I was going to apologize for suspecting you, but I’ve decided against it. Here’s my homework Joey,” she growled as she tossed the file onto the Lieutenant’s desk.

Grant looked up and smiled. “You know, you’re wound pretty tight Rizzoli. Go see Maura and have some fun this weekend – try to loosen up a bit, okay?”

Jane just stuck her tongue out at him and turned on her heel to leave. She had a dinner date to get to.

“So the second time you called it started playing I wanna sex you up. Like, really? How much of an immature ass do you have to be to program that song as your ringtone,” Jane finished rehashing the afternoon’s events for Maura.

Maura didn’t answer – she was too busy trying to not laugh her head off.

“Stop laughing Maura,” Jane smiled. “It’s not that funny.”

Maura did her best to stifle her laughter so she could answer with a straight face, “Jane, really.” She honestly couldn’t believe how upset Jane was becoming over such a juvenile prank.

“What?!”

Maura took a sip of the wine that she’d ordered to accompany their meal. “Mmm, I love this Chianti. Look, it’s not that big of a deal,” she continued, getting back on subject. “So, the boys are changing your ringtones, who cares?”

“It’s not that big of a deal? Who cares?” Jane repeated, her voice dropping as their waiter served their salads as inconspicuously as possible. “I care dammit! They screwed with my phone!”

“So what? In the grand scheme of things does it really matter?”

Jane gaped. Really? “So what – you don’t care that they’re making my phone ring I wanna sex you up when you call me?”

Maura took another sip of wine. “I do want to sex you up,” she grinned. “It’s become my new favorite activity.”

“Maura!” Jane chided, smiling in spite of herself.

“Well,” she smirked, “it’s true. Even more so than shoe shopping.”

“Well … wait, really? Wow. But, still, it’s the principle of the thing!”

“What principle? Do you not like the way I sex you up?” Maura asked, her voice dropping huskily.

Jane laughed. “No, I like that very much. It’s become one of my favorite activities as well. And, vice–versa. It’s just that I like my ringtones the way they are!”

“Why?”

Jane stared. “Because … because … I do! It’s, like, my favorite simple pleasure in life and they’ve just gone and ruined it!”

“A ringtone should not be your favorite simple pleasure in life,” Maura smiled as she leaned back from the table. “Anybody in the world can have the same one, so why should it be held in such high regard?”

“I just like them the way they were, they made me happy,” Jane grumbled.

“Now,” she continued as if she hadn’t heard a word Jane’d said. “This Chianti,” she held up her glass and took a sip, “on the other hand, is one of life’s simple pleasures. Only so many bottles were produced, so not everybody can enjoy how truly exceptional this 2005 Antinori Riserva Tenuta Marchese is. Sweet, bold, smooth on the tongue – it’s incredibly palatable. The flavor is so unique, so distinctive, that one must take their time to enjoy it, to roll it around their mouth and savor it.”

Jane huffed indignantly.

“Kind of like somebody else I know,” Maura smiled and leaned across the table to whisper in Jane’s ear. “And, my dear, the sounds you make while I slowly run my tongue over, around and through you really are exquisite. The rough silk in your voice as you gasp my name while I stroke you to climax is so incredibly sexy. I will never tire of that sound. So much more personal and original than any generic ringtone on a cell phone.”

“Oooooh,” Jane breathed as she felt the warm wet heat of Maura’s tongue trace the shell of her ear.

Maura smiled and nipped softly at Jane’s earlobe. “So, do you see the validity of my argument?”

“What argument?” Jane breathed, sufficiently distracted by the blonde’s actions.

“Ahem,” their waiter discretely cleared his throat behind them.

“You know,” Maura spoke to the waiter, “I think we’re going to need these entr&eacute;es boxed up to go,” she held Jane’s gaze as she spoke and shuddered slightly as she watched the brunette’s tongue slide out and slowly wet her lips.

“I’m sorry?” the young man squeaked as he watched the brunette lift the blonde’s hand up to her mouth.

Jane smirked when she heard Maura moan softly as she pressed a soft kiss to the blonde’s palm. “We’re going to have dessert first junior,” she told him, her eyes locked on Maura’s flushed cheeks and dark hungry eyes. “Box up the dinners so we can get out of here.”

Part 2

The short ride from the restaurant to Maura’s house was interesting, to say the least. They almost crashed twice in the five mile stretch – once when Jane was licking and sucking rather energetically at Maura’s neck, and the second time when she started running her fingers up higher and higher under the doctor’s skirt until she was able to feel exactly how aroused Maura’d become.

“Jane,” Maura gasped, slapping at the hand under her skirt. “Can you not wait until we get home?”

“No,” Jane smiled, again brushing her fingers over Maura’s damp panties which caused the car to momentarily swerve to the right.

“Well, you need to or else I’m going to crash,” Maura giggled as she again slapped at her lover’s teasing hand.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Jane teased.

“In the bedroom, where it belongs,” Maura replied.

The minute Maura’d pulled into her garage Jane was moving – out her door and over to the driver’s side of the car so she could attack Maura the minute she climbed out of the car. Of course, this plan was ruined when Maura climbed carefully out her door and held Jane’s attack in check with a forceful, yet amused, command of, “Not until I get our dinner in the fridge. Eventually we’re going to want to eat real food.”

Jane glowered at her girlfriend and her self–satisfied smile. “You’re liking that you did this to me, aren’t you?”

“Mmm,” Maura murmured, placing a quick chaste kiss to the brunette’s cheek. “Yes. But, I don’t want to accidently drop our entr&eacute;es, so you’re going to have to wait two minutes while I store them properly.”

Jane scowled and followed Maura into the kitchen, the scowl turning into a grin as she watched Maura squat ever so slightly to slide the dinner boxes onto an open shelf. Yummy.

Maura turned around from closing the fridge door to find Jane leaning against the island, looking every bit like a cat poised to attack.

“Hi,” she smiled.

Jane growled softly as she pushed off of the counter and quickly enveloped the blonde in a searing kiss.

Maura gasped slightly when her back came into contact with the refrigerator, the cold of the stainless steel seeping through the back of her Armani dress into her skin propelling her off the appliance in a move that caught Jane completely by surprise. Which is how she ended up sprawled on her back across the kitchen island.

“Wow,” she smiled up at Maura. “Hi there.”

“Mmm,” Maura smiled as she appraised the flushed and wanting woman before her. She reached down and tugged Jane so that her center was at the edge of the counter. “Hi,” she breathed, leaning in to nuzzle Jane’s mound through her trousers.

“Oh god,” Jane moaned at the contact, her hips automatically lifting into the blonde’s touch.

Maura smiled into the fabric as she slid her hands up the inside of Jane’s thighs, laughed as she heard Jane groan with displeasure when her hands skipped over the brunette’s center.

“Do you remember what I said at the restaurant?” Maura murmured as she easily flipped open the button to Jane’s slacks and began sliding the zipper down it’s track.

“Mmpft,” Jane moaned. “Yes,” she sighed as she felt Maura begin tugging at her trousers.

Maura smiled as she worked the black slacks down Jane’s lovely long legs, tossing them carelessly aside when she finally got them all the way off. “Good,” she breathed, lifting the brunette’s leg so she could lay a trail of kisses up the newly exposed skin.

Jane writhed under Maura’s lips, occasionally breaking into a short burst of giggles as the blonde’s mouth moved over a ticklish spot. Maura hummed happily to herself as she took her time savoring the woman spread out before her.

Jane sighed happily as she felt Maura’s lips get closer and closer to where she so desperately needed her, purred as Maura licked, kissed and sucked at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, swore softly when Maura stopped mere inches from her throbbing center to pick up her other leg and begin her torture again.

Maura smiled as she felt Jane squirming under her but did not rush her attentions upon the brunette, she had every intention of truly savoring the taste, feel, smell and sounds of her lover.

Jane moaned and writhed, gasped and bucked under Maura’s touch until she was sure there was no way she’d be able to take any more teasing.

“Please,” she moaned, her hips lifting ever so slightly off the counter.

Maura smiled against her pleading lover and wordlessly pressed another soft adoring kiss to the quivering flesh before her.

Jane whimpered as she felt Maura’s lips trail up her leg at an excruciating slow pace, mewled pleadingly as she felt the hot heat of the blonde’s breath against her.

Maura smiled as she leaned in and nuzzled Jane’s center through her soaked panties, reveling in the heady aroma of the brunette’s obvious want. She kissed her softly through the thin fabric which caused Jane to jerk violently under her.

“Please,” Jane tried again.

Maura nuzzled the wet fabric one last time, breathing in deep the smell of Jane’s arousal, before she obligingly slid her hands up to grasp and remove the pair of ruined lingerie.

Jane sighed softly as the cool air of the kitchen hit her, moaned loudly when she felt Maura’s hands spreading her wider, mewled pathetically as she watched Maura’s mouth hover just above where she needed her.

“You are so beautiful,” Maura breathed against Jane’s dripping center, the undulating waves of her breath causing the brunette to twitch wantonly under her.

“Maura,” Jane pleaded, lifting her hips for emphasis.

Maura moaned softly as she closed that final distance to slowly lave her tongue up Jane’s slit, her hands sliding around the brunette’s hips to hold them still while she traced the tip of her tongue around the perimeter of Jane’s folds, collecting, tasting, savoring her arousal.

“Fuck,” Jane hissed as Maura’s tongue stroked across her clit, the simple touch to that swollen bundle of nerves arcing through her like an electric shock.

Maura smiled as she repeated the motion, once, twice, five times – each time causing Jane to hiss, buck, and moan under her. She nipped gently at Jane’s clit and looked up in concern when she heard the brunette’s head slam into the countertop.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Maura,” Jane moaned, her hips lifting off the counter seeking the blonde’s touch.

Maura stood and slowly traced a finger through Jane’s lower lips, coating the digit in her arousal before sliding it slowly into her.

“Yesssssssssssss,” Jane hissed as she felt Maura begin rocking her finger in and out. “More,” she pleaded softly. So close, she was so close.

Maura complied and added a finger on her next slow thrust, pushing into Jane and stalling – taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of wet velvet heat grasping at her. She curled her fingers as she pulled out, dragging the tips over that one spot that never failed to cause Jane to gasp and buck and plead for more, her left hand moving to expertly to tease the brunette’s clit as she began thrusting in earnest, curling her fingers on every down stroke, setting a steady pace that was sure to bring Jane screaming over the edge.

Jane writhed on the counter, the familiar heat building and coiling low in her belly as she raced closer and closer to release with every knowing thrust of her lover’s hand.

Maura watched Jane bite down on her lip as she rode the wave building inside her, watched the way the brunette’s cheeks grew more and more flushed.

“Maura,” Jane gasped as she felt the first wave of release cascade through her body.

Maura stilled her hand at that first clench of muscles against her but resumed slowly stroking Jane through the orgasm and beyond, her movements tender and loving (even though such confessions had yet to be made) as she brought Jane over the edge of euphoria one last time, gasping, moaning and sobbing as the second tidal wave rolled through her body leaving her boneless and weak.

Maura stayed in place between the brunette’s legs, her hands gently massaging Jane’s firm abs as she waited for her lover to come down from her high.

Once the world stopped spinning and her heart slowed to a somewhat regular beat, Jane sat up and smiled. “Wow,” she murmured, embarrassedly wiping away the tears that had escaped during that unexpectedly powerful second orgasm.

“Mmm,” Maura smiled as she pushed up onto her toes to kiss Jane gently.

“That was …,” Jane’s voice trailed off as she failed to think of a good enough adjective to describe what’d just happened.

“Well, I aim to please,” Maura murmured, pleased that she’d left Jane speechless.

“Well, you definitely succeeded there,” Jane chuckled as she pushed off of the counter and kissed Maura tenderly. “I’m taking you to bed now,” she murmured, running her hands over the blonde’s body possessively.

“M’kay,” Maura breathed into Jane’s lips, twining their fingers together as she let Jane lead them down the hall to her room.

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