RIZZOLI & ISLES

Taking Notes

m (author18)

Title: Taking Notes

Author: m

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Jane/Maura

Fandom: Rizzoli & Izles

Summary: the story behind the beer tasting tweets…

Summary: Short and sweet (really, I didn’t even break 1000 words…I think it’s a first!) Written for The Rizzoli & Isles Femslash Porn Battle

Disclaimer: Unfortunately they’re not mine, I’m just playing with them.

Taking Notes

m (author18)

“I can’t believe you talked me into singing karaoke,” Jane laughed as she followed Maura into her kitchen. They’d come over to the forensic pathologist’s house so she could change her clothes before brunch because they’d passed out rather unceremoniously at Jane’s place the night before.

“It’s a good video that Frost got though,” Maura looked over Jane’s shoulder at her phone.

“I’m going to be blackmailed with this forever,” Jane groaned.

“Well, you made me go beer tasting – it was only fair for both of us to do something completely out of our element,” Maura argued jokingly. “Besides, you looked hot on stage.”

“At least we totally killed that duet,” Jane grinned, leaning over and nudging Maura with her shoulder.

“We did,” Maura agreed. “It was probably because of the way we harmonized together so well.”

“Or that push–up bra you were wearing,” Jane smirked.

“I didn’t hear you complaining about that bra last night,” Mara retorted.

“God no, the way it lifted the girls up,” she pantomimed with her hands. “Worth every penny you spent on it. Hey,” Jane asked as she glanced down at her arm. “When did you write on my arm?”

“Umm,” Maura thought for a second, “I think it was around the fourth or fifth flight of beers that you ordered at that second microbrewery.”

“So, one of the beers was Herbal with too many hops?” Jane read.

“Maybe,” Maura shrugged. “If I wrote that down it probably was. You know I do take meticulous notes.”

“Hmm,” Jane murmured as she began scanning the remainder of her body. “Clean crisp taste…with a hint of orange rind?”

“I don’t remember that one,” Maura smiled.

“Terrible, master brewer needs to recalculate the hops to barley ratio?”

Maura just shrugged.

“Or,” Jane found another note on her body, “Faaaaaabulous?”

“Where was that one?”

“Right here,” Jane pulled the collar of her shirt down to show Maura’s tidy scrawl over the swell of her breast.

“Mmm,” Maura nodded. “Well, they are magnificent,” she purred. “I love how they just fit so perfectly into my hands.”

“Thank you?” Jane asked.

“Definitely a complement. I’m going to go change, want to help?”

“Um, yeah,” Jane answered in her ‘duh’ voice.

“Damn, I forgot about that one!” Jane squeeked when Maura pulled her dress off.

“What?!” the blonde demanded, turning to look at herself in the mirror.

“Oh shit,” she laughed, arching an accusatory brow at the brunette.

Jane smirked.

“When…?,” Maura murmured as she trailed her fingers over her inner thigh. “Omnomnom. Very … eloquent Jane.”

“I too take detailed notes, Doctor Isles,” Jane laughed as she ran her own fingertips over her writing.

“I see that,” Maura drawled. “Why don’t I remember you doing this?”

“You passed out,” Jane smiled devilishly.

“I passed out?”

“Mmm,” Jane purred as she dropped to her knees before the blonde. “Want me to show you how?” she asked as she ran her palms up Maura’s legs and brushed her thumbs over the edge of the fabric of the blonde’s very expensive panties.

“Yes, please,” Maura moaned. “Because while I’m sure you do, indeed, take thorough notes …,” her voice trailed off as Jane nuzzled her mound through the panties.

“We were in the private bath at the brewery,” Jane husked as she slipped her thumbs into Maura’s panties and slid them easily down her legs.

“Oh,” Maura moaned.

“Yes,” Jane agreed as she returned to her feet. “And you were giving me a hard time for not taking notes on what I was sampling,” she pushed Maura back toward the bathroom counter, “telling me that I needed to practice taking detailed notes or else I’d lose the skill,” she helped Maura up onto the counter and slid between her thighs.

“Oooh,” Maura breathed.

“Mmm,” Jane smiled and kissed her softly. “So, because you know I never want to slack on the job, I decided to practice my observation skills right then and there. I moved you up onto the bathroom counter in much the same position you’re in now,” she purred as she slowly pushed the blonde’s legs further apart, “and … tasted.”

“Shhhit,” Maura hissed as Jane’s mouth moved to cover her sex.

“Mmm,” Jane moaned against Maura, demonstrating how she went about tasting.

“Fuck!” Maura gasped as Jane did a particularly delightful little trick with her tongue.

“You liked that last night too,” the brunette smirked. “And then this one,” she demonstrated something else that had Maura slamming her head back into the mirror as she screamed in pleasure, “too…” she trailed off as she looked up at Maura. “You okay?”

“Just! Just! Goddammit Jane, now is not the time to play with your food!” Maura screeched.

“M’kay,” the brunette smiled and resumed her tasting, easily bringing Maura screaming at the top of her lungs over the edge into orgasm.

“The room is spinning,” Maura observed shakily.

“I think that’s why you passed out last night,” Jane offered.

“And then you wrote the note?” Maura prompted.

“Mmm,” Jane grinned. “Well, I didn’t want to neglect my note–taking.”

“You certainly did not,” Maura husked as she tangled her fingers in the brunette’s shirt and hopped off the counter.

“Are you mad?”

“No,” Maura smiled.

“So why do you have a death grip on my shirt?”

“I’m forcibly moving you to my bed, detective.”

“Not that I’m complaining or anything,” Jane leaned in and kissed Maura softly. “But may I ask why?”

“I’m going to have myself my own little tasting now. I’m rather disappointed that I missed out on such an … Omnomnom … experience last night.”

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