YOU BELONG TO ME by Lilybean

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Chapter One

 

Detective Jane Rizzoli stared up at her bedroom ceiling and laughed at something that her best friend, Doctor Maura Isles, had just said. They were lying together, side by side and fully clothed on Jane’s bed, talking and laughing as they often did when Maura was spending the night. Jane was thinking that Maura was just the right combination of brainy and funny, tempering her often complicated and long-winded factual explanations with moments of insightful observations laced with dry humor and sarcasm. Jane loved working with her and loved simply spending time in her company. She especially loved these quiet nights together when they talked about everything and nothing. Jane sighed. “I couldn’t wait to see you tonight. Some days I feel like I’m speaking a completely different language than Korsak and Frost.”

 

Maura laughed. “You are speaking a different language. Men are very different creatures than we are, almost a different species.”

 

“I think you’re right. That was painfully obvious last night.”

 

Maura cleared her throat nervously. “So, I guess I don’t need to ask how your date went.”

 

“I won’t be seeing him again.”

 

“That bad?”

 

“Yes. Is it too much to ask for a nice dinner and intelligent conversation? He was having trouble concentrating on what I was saying. I could tell he was already thinking ahead…about how to close the deal…so to speak. He kept telling me how pretty I was, how sexy. It was kind of creepy.”

 

Maura smiled. “Well, Jane, you can’t really blame him. Your physical attributes…can be…distracting.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Jane, most people find your features incredibly aesthetically pleasing.”

 

“Are you telling me you think I’m hot?”

 

Maura laughed lightly. “You, my friend are gorgeous…and much more.”

 

“Well, thank you, Dr. Isles, but at least you and I can have an intelligent conversation. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to sleep with me.”

 

Maura did not immediately respond, so Jane turned her head to look at her. Maura raised her eyebrows in question.  Jane asked, “Right?”

 

Maura simply smiled, letting her gaze drop to Jane’s mouth and back up to her eyes. “Yes, we have intelligent conversations and sweet conversations and silly conversations. You and I have had some of the most enjoyable conversations of my life.”

 

Jane noticed that Maura seemed to be avoiding answering the question. “Maura?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“What about the other thing? You don’t, do you? Want to sleep with me?”

 

It was a well-known fact that Maura Isles was incapable of telling a lie. Jane knew that better than anyone, having witnessed the telltale blossoming of hives whenever she attempted to fabricate an untruth. Maura shrugged slightly. “You know I can’t lie to you, Jane. Actually, the thought has crossed my mind. Numerous times.”

 

Jane was momentarily speechless, stunned by the honest admission, her eyes blinking rapidly as she stared at Maura. “I…you…have you…Jesus, Maura…why?”

 

Maura watched Jane carefully, knowing she had shocked her. Maura wanted to be completely honest but knew she should tread carefully. Maura knew Jane held some very rigid and traditional views and values, especially concerning sex, which were no doubt due to her Catholic upbringing. “It’s quite simple, really. I’m closer to you than I’ve ever been to anyone. I have feelings…I have great affection for you. You’re also smart and funny and accomplished, as well as gorgeous.”

 

Jane’s gaze and voice softened. “You think I’m smart…and funny?”

 

Maura smiled. “Yes, and accomplished…and gorgeous.”

 

“I…Maura… I thought you liked men.”

 

“I do like men, Jane. I also happen to like you more than most men. My emotions and desires are not ruled solely based on gender. My feelings don’t follow rules…they just are.”

 

Jane sat up. “Have you been with women…before?”

 

Maura nodded. “Yes, actually I have.”

 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that?”

 

“Your rigidly Catholic sexual views.”

 

“That’s not fair. How many women?”

 

“Two. One of them, well, it was quite serious. There are a great many things about being with a woman that I prefer, to be honest.”

 

Jane’s eyes were wide. “I haven’t…with a woman...I…I like men.”

 

“I assumed as much. Do you like me?”

 

“Well, of course I like you, but…I like the other someone to be strong…you know…manly…”

 

Maura reverted to the safety of her logic. “Well, Jane, if that’s what you needed, I could always assume the masculine role in a romantic and sexual relationship with you…”

 

Jane reverted to the safety of her immature defensiveness. “What? Maura, eewwww. Are you kidding?”

 

Maura was not entirely surprised by the flippant response, but she was surprised at how much it actually hurt. It was incredibly painful. It was more painful than Maura could have imagined. She knew that Jane might not be open to the possibility of a romantic relationship with her or even receptive to an adult discussion concerning the possibility, but she never expected outright rejection, especially not from her best friend. Not from Jane. Maura felt as if she couldn’t quite catch her breath and she felt the sharp sting of impending tears. She swallowed with difficulty as she quickly slid off the bed, avoiding Jane’s gaze. For the first time ever, she told Jane something that was completely untrue. “Yes, I’m kidding.”

 

Jane was fairly certain that Maura wasn’t kidding and realized too late what she had done when she saw the blank mask that Maura’s face had become. Jane wished she could take back the thoughtless remark as Maura slipped on her shoes and headed into the living room. “Maura, wait. Where are you going?”

 

Maura quickly grabbed her coat and purse from where she had placed them earlier and walked to the door. “I’m sorry, Jane, I need to go.”

 

Jane scrambled off the bed. “Maura, wait…I didn’t mean it. Maura…”

 

Jane heard her front door close with a loud click. She felt her heart sink. “Shit.”

 

Jane slumped back to the bed, feeling absolutely sick that she had hurt Maura. She was angry at herself for not realizing what had been going on with her best friend, for missing any sign of what Maura had been feeling toward her. Actually, if she was being completely honest with herself, she would admit that she’d had more than an inkling of what Maura had been feeling but had simply refused to acknowledge it or to deal with it. Jane had simply ignored what was happening between herself and Maura, what she knew had been happening for quite a while now.

 

Jane put her head in her hands and groaned as she mentally reviewed the evidence. Jane knew that she and Maura spent most of their free time together, knew that they hugged each other a little too often and sometimes for a little too long. Actually, they touched each other constantly and easily and Jane knew that it wasn’t just Maura. Jane knew that she craved the physical contact, knew that she wanted to hold Maura and touch her. She knew that she enjoyed these small gestures way more than she should, knew they made her feel safe, and sometimes they made her feel warm and tingly. Her heart had taken the next step, but she simply hadn’t allowed herself to take the next step in her own mind. That gigantically small step from affection to desire, from comfort to arousal. The step from simply friends to something more.

 

Jane had never felt this way toward another woman, but if she was being honest with herself, she would admit that she had never felt quite this way toward any man either. Jane knew she did not feel the way she suspected that she was supposed to feel toward men in general. She had always had the vague, uneasy suspicion that she was missing something, some secret that only she wasn’t privy to. She suspected that she was different from other women and how they felt about their boyfriends and husbands. She suspected that she was finally discovering how she should have been feeling all this time, but she was not feeling these things for a man. She was feeling these things for her best friend.

 

Jane picked her head up and took a deep cleansing breath, deciding that she needed to take a good, hard look at herself, at what her life had become. Jane sat and thought about what she needed to feel truly happy. After long moments she realized that all she could see was Maura.

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Chapter Two

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Maura managed to keep her heartbreak in check, only having to wipe an occasional tear away to see well enough to drive safely home. She did not allow herself to fall apart completely until she was safely inside her own home, leaning against the closed door. Maura did not truly understand the extent of the pain of Jane’s rejection until she slid to the floor of her own foyer, wrapping her arms around her mid-section as great wracking sobs shook her.

 

Maura had realized some time ago that her feelings toward Jane were more than the usual best friend feelings, but she had chosen to ignore the signs. The signs seemed so obvious now. There was the happiness she always felt at simply seeing Jane, the intense pleasure she took in her company, the sometimes absolute joy when Jane looked at her in a certain way or when she managed to make Jane laugh. She had even managed to ignore the glaringly obvious physical signs. At first, it was the intense longing for embraces and the comfort she took in those. There was the increased need for casual touching between them and once or twice, there had been actual arousal as a result of these encounters. Maura had logically explained them all away in her own head, but her heart refused to listen. Her heart had hung on to a small sliver of hope that Jane might feel the same way about her. Until tonight.

 

Maura did not know how long she sat and cried over her dashed hopes on the floor of the foyer, but it was long enough for her legs to become stiff. When the worst of the sobbing was apparently over, she pulled herself up from the floor. She snagged her stockings against the heel of a pump, carelessly tearing a giant run down the leg. She impatiently kicked off her pumps, leaving them where they landed as she stumbled into the kitchen and over to the sink where she rinsed her face repeatedly with cold water. She dried her face with a kitchen towel, with total disregard for her smeared make-up and the now ruined towel. She then ran the towel under the cold water and pressed it against her eyes, somewhat easing the swelling and the sting and trying to stop the still trickling tears.

 

Maura leaned forward on the kitchen island in the dark, failing to turn on a light so she would not alert Jane’s mother, Angela, to the fact that she was home. Jane’s mother, and now her brother, Tommy, were temporarily staying in Maura’s guest house and had a habit of wandering over to keep her company when she arrived home. Jane’s family had become her own and she wondered now if she had been fooling herself in regards to them as well. Maybe they did not hold any real affection for her either. Maybe she would lose them, as well. Maura lowered her head as the tears started anew.

 

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Jane had called and texted Maura’s cell phone repeatedly with no response as she drove to Maura’s home, pulling to the curb slowly as she peered up at the dark house. She knew that Maura was inside because she saw her beloved Prius parked haphazardly at the rear of the driveway. Jane knew Maura must have been very upset to have parked her car that carelessly. She hesitated at the door, suspecting that Maura would not respond to her knock any more than she had responded to her repeated calls. Jane hesitated only briefly before letting herself in with the key that Maura had given her some time ago.

 

Jane noticed Maura’s coat and purse, both looking as if they had been tossed, and lying on the floor of the foyer and just beyond, her expensive shoes strewn near an area rug. More than a little concerned, Jane walked into the house and finally spotted Maura, her still figure slumped over the kitchen island in the dark. She walked toward her quickly and flipped on a light, startling Maura, who jumped back and dropped the towel she had been holding to her face. Jane could see that Maura’s always carefully applied mascara had run and her hair was tousled, as if she had been running her fingers through it. Jane saw that her dress was beyond wrinkled and she stood in her stocking feet, one leg of her panty hose torn. Jane had never seen the always impeccable Maura looking this disheveled before. She rushed forward. “Maur, sweetie, are you hurt?”

 

Maura gripped the island counter tightly with one hand and held the other up in front of her, stopping Jane in her tracks and preventing her from coming any closer. They stared at each other, breathing deeply. Maura could see that Jane was worried, nearly panicked. Jane could see that Maura had been crying, her eyes red and swollen, lingering tears still evident.

 

“What are you doing here?” Maura’s voice was shaky, but cold.

 

“Maura, I was worried about you, the way you ran off. We need to talk-”

 

 “No, Jane. Please, just go.” Maura’s voice broke.

 

Jane heard the anguish in Maura’s voice, noticed that her hand was shaking. “Maura, let me see if you’re okay, let me explain.”

 

“I’m not okay. Explain what? Your ridiculous pre-conceived notions… your immature intolerance…your puritanical and inflexible sexual views…”

 

Jane stepped forward and took the hand that Maura still held up to prevent her from coming closer and held it gently. “Then let me apologize.”

 

Maura sucked in a quivering breath and continued. “Apologize for what? Your inability or unwillingness to recognize and acknowledge the obvious and clear signs that the dynamic between us was changing…”

 

Jane brought Maura’s hand to her lips and kissed it. “Yes, for that, too. I’m so sorry. Forgive me.”

 

Jane cupped Maura’s face, wiping the lingering tears with her thumb as she stepped closer, causing Maura to lean her head back to look up at her. Jane leaned down and pressed her lips gently against Maura’s. Maura pulled her mouth away, startled. “What are you doing?”

 

“Trying to make up for my appalling lack of courage.”

 

Jane looked into Maura’s eyes and could see the pain and confusion there and she hoped that Maura could see something different in her own eyes. Jane moved her hand to the back of Maura’s neck and pulled her forward slowly. She pressed their lips together gently, kissing Maura softly, tasting tears and feeling the breath of a small sob that escaped from Maura. Jane whispered against her lips. “Forgive me, please. I was…scared…I am scared…you caught me off guard, but I never want to hurt you, Maura, never.”

 

Jane felt Maura’s hand clutch her waist and encouraged, she pressed their lips together softly again and again. Jane hadn’t been sure what to expect at the first touch of her lips to Maura’s but she wasn’t expecting this ideal mix of familiar comfort and aching need. Jane finally pulled back to lick her own lips before she leaned back in to run her tongue teasingly against Maura’s bottom lip. Maura gasped and she tightened the grip at Jane’s waist as Jane deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue easily into Maura’s mouth. Maura moaned loudly, tangling her tongue with Jane’s as they kissed slowly and deeply for long moments.

 

Maura had almost forgotten what it was like to kiss a woman, how soft and smooth and easy it could be, but this was so much better than anything she could remember. The fact that it was Jane she was kissing took her breath away. The fact that Jane initiated the kiss, was taking charge of it, made her instantly aroused, a flood of wetness announcing itself between her legs.

 

Jane had no idea what kissing a woman could feel like and she could not believe how soft and warm and wonderful it was. The fact that it was Maura calmed Jane somewhat but the way that Maura kissed her, with tenderness, as well as desire, removed any doubt in Jane’s mind that she wanted Maura the same way that Maura wanted her. Jane was certain that she had never before been this aroused, this completely turned around by a mere kiss before.

 

When they pulled away, they were both panting, watching each other in wonder until Jane saw Maura’s gaze dart sharply past her shoulder. Maura quickly stepped back and moved away from Jane, wiping at her lips with her thumb.

 

Jane reached out and grabbed her forearm to stop her retreat. “Hey…what?”

 

Maura tried to wipe away her remaining tears with her fingers. “You turned on the light.”

 

Jane realized too late what that meant as she turned and saw her mother approaching through the glass of Maura’s French patio doors. Angela knocked and automatically walked in before she stopped short at the sight of Maura and her daughter and the obvious tension in the room. Jane’s brother, Tommy, followed closely behind her and his gaze went from his sister to Maura, where it stayed.  

 

Jane knew that Maura and Tommy occasionally spent time together without her and she knew her brother had a serious crush on Maura. What she didn’t know was how Maura felt about him. Jane could finally admit to herself that hearing Maura talk about how she and Tommy often played chess together in the evenings had made her jealous. Watching her brother rush over to Maura and put his hands on her shoulders right in front of her made Jane almost crazy. She stepped forward and forcefully pushed him away from Maura. “Don’t touch her!”

 

Tommy pushed back at his sister. “Hey. What’s wrong with you?”

 

Jane got in his face. “Don’t put your hands on what’s not yours.”

 

“That’s not for you to say…you don’t speak for her.”

 

“No, Tommy, I speak for me. She belongs to me.”

 

Angela stepped between them. “Tommy, stop. Jane, what the hell is going on?”

 

Jane shook her head and did not answer her, so Angela turned to Maura, looking her up and down. “Maura, sweetie, are you okay? Did someone hurt you? Who did this?”

 

Maura tried to reassure Angela. “I’m fine-“

 

Jane clutched her head with both hands in frustration. “I did it! Okay? I did this and I need to try and fix it. Please, please, for the love of God, can you please excuse us? Please, Ma. Tommy, I’m sorry but you need to go.”

 

Angela nodded, watching the two of them carefully. “Okay, Janie. Tommy, c’mon.”

 

Tommy didn’t move. He looked at Maura. “Maura, you okay?”

 

Maura nodded at Tommy’s question, but her gaze was on Jane. “Yes, Tommy, thank you. Jane and I need to…sort some things out.”

 

He turned and stormed out but Angela stopped at the door. “Jane, call me tomorrow. Understood?”

 

Jane sighed. “Yeah, Ma.”

 

“Jane?”

 

Jane looked at her mother and Angela smiled at her. “I love you.”

 

Jane nodded. “I love you, too.”

 

Angela looked at Maura. “I love you both.”

 

The door closed behind Angela and the sudden silence stretched awkwardly between them. Jane took the few steps to stand in front of Maura, but did not touch her. Maura bit her lip and tried to smile. “How bad do I really look?”

 

Jane slowly perused every inch of Maura’s face. She whispered. “You’re beautiful…as always…so fucking beautiful.”

 

Maura swallowed at the obvious emotion in Jane’s voice. “So…Jane. I belong to you?”

 

Jane winced, embarrassment mixing with anger. “No, of course not. As far as he is concerned, though, yes. Yes, damn it! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t watch him put his hands on you.”

 

“Are you jealous?”

 

Jane swallowed. “Yes.”

 

“Jane, you have no reason to be.”

 

“And I have no right to be, but I am.”

 

Maura reached up and clutched the back of Jane’s head with both hands and pulled her down, kissing her slowly and thoroughly, until they pulled away panting. Maura blinked. “We need to talk about this.”

 

Jane smiled. “I was actually enjoying the non-verbal communication. According to Dr. Maura Isles, non–verbal communication is often more important than verbal communication and you can decipher quite a lot about someone from their body language.”

 

Maura smiled. “This Dr. Isles sounds very intelligent.”

 

“Oh, she is…and funny and beautiful.”

 

“Uh huh…and what have you deciphered from my body language, Detective Rizzoli?”

 

“Besides the fact that you’re a great kisser? I know that I hurt you very badly and you don’t entirely trust me right now or what’s happening here.”

 

Maura swallowed. “That’s actually not a bad assessment of my feelings. What exactly is happening here?”

 

“I hope we’re sorting things out. How long have you had feelings for me, Maura?”

 

Maura licked her lips and moved away from Jane. “Longer than I care to admit so please don’t make me tell you, especially if you don’t...I need to know what this means…if you return these feelings. If you’re simply curious…you need to tell me. I assure you, we’ll still be friends.”

 

“I’ve been lying to myself for so long, Maur, ignoring some very obvious evidence that I do have feelings for you. Some detective I am.” Jane took a deep breath and decided to take another leap of faith. She looked at Maura and held her gaze. “I need time to get used to it, I think, but the answer is yes, Maura, I do have feelings for you.”

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Chapter Three

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Maura cleared her throat nervously. “I need to be clear, Jane.”

 

Jane, well aware of Maura’s need to be precise, to know all the facts, smiled. “Of course you do.”

 

“I don’t like to guess.”

 

“I’m aware.”

 

“I need to know exactly how you feel about me.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“You have romantic feelings toward me?”

 

Jane paused a beat before speaking. “Well, based on the fact that all I could think about during my date last night was being with you, combined with the fact that you just had your tongue down my throat and I thoroughly enjoyed that leads me to conclude…yes.”

 

“So…you’re physically…sexually attracted to me?”

 

“Apparently, Maura, yes.”

 

“Kissing me pleased you? Aroused you?”

 

“Geez, Maura, yes.”

 

“You want to pursue a sexual relationship with me?”

 

Jane's patience started to run thin and her sarcasm peeked out. “Yes, Maura. I’m hot for you, okay? I want to get all sweaty and dirty between the sheets with you. Okay?”

 

Maura smiled. "Okay."  She swayed slightly and placed a hand against the counter to steady herself.

 

Jane rushed over and circled her waist. “Hey, hey, sit down. Are you okay?”

 

Jane pulled out a stool and guided Maura onto it. Maura rubbed her forehead. “Dehydrated probably and exhausted…or maybe it was the visual in my head of you and I all sweaty and dirty between the sheets.”

 

Jane handed her a bottle of water from the fridge and smiled. “Funny. Drink this.”

 

Maura drank half of the bottle quickly. “I’m sorry, Jane, I need a shower and I need to get some sleep.” She looked at Jane. “Will you stay?”

 

“I’d like to.”

 

“Okay, I need to lock up.”

 

“I’ll do it. Drink your water.”

 

Jane knew Maura’s precise nightly routine for doors and lights and Maura watched as Jane did everything precisely the way she always did before turning in. Jane knew Maura well and this simple fact comforted Maura as she watched her. Jane pulled another bottle of water from the fridge and held a hand out to Maura.

 

At the top of the stairs, Maura automatically headed into her bedroom and continued into the bathroom to shower, eager to wash away the tears and the day. She realized that Jane had not followed her and turned to find her still standing in her bedroom doorway. “Jane?”

 

“I wasn’t sure…would you rather I stay in the guest room tonight?”

 

“No. Would you rather stay in the guest room tonight?” Maura was tired and her voice was sharper than usual.

 

Jane swallowed. “No.”

 

“Are you afraid I’ll…Jane, please be assured that I will not initiate any sexual activity…”

 

Jane held up a hand. “I’m not worried about that, Maura, but geez. Next time could you please say, ‘I won’t jump your bones’ or something similar?”

 

Maura smiled. “I can try to use more colloquial speech. Your things are where they’ve always been, in here with me, so get your gorgeous ass into my bed and I’ll try not to jump your truly exquisite bones.”

 

Jane laughed lightly. “Yes, Ma’am.”

 

Jane did what she always did when staying at Maura’s. She brushed her teeth while Maura was in the shower and changed into a t-shirt and panties to sleep in and climbed into Maura’s bed.

 

Maura came out of the shower dressed in a short and lacy nightgown and Jane smiled at the sight. Maura silently climbed into bed beside Jane and switched off the bedside lamp. She heard Jane whisper into the dark. “Come here, Maur.”

 

Maura moved into Jane’s arms and Jane pulled her in close, embracing her tenderly as she kissed her forehead. Maura sighed, fitting herself easily against the warm body.  Jane whispered. “I’ve got you. Sleep.”

 

 

 Maura woke long before she intended, the feeling of being held closely against a warm body unusual enough to wake her. Maura shifted slightly and Jane shifted with her, keeping her close in her sleep. Maura waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and watched Jane sleep for a few moments. Maura could not quite believe what had happened, couldn’t believe that she was in Jane’s arms. Maura pulled the covers away to cool herself off but kept herself pressed against Jane, needing to feel her. Jane shifted again, pulling Maura against her and Maura couldn’t resist. She placed an open mouthed kiss against Jane’s neck.

 

Jane moaned softly and pulled Maura closer as Maura placed small kisses up her neck and along her jaw. Suddenly Maura was pushed onto her back with Jane hovering over her. Jane’s sleep filled voice was deliciously raspy in her ear. “Dr. Isles, are you initiating sexual activity while I sleep?”

 

Maura continued to place soft kisses against Jane’s face. “No, Detective Rizzoli, just stealing some kisses. I’m trying really hard not to jump your bones, but I just couldn’t help myself.”

 

“Why are you awake? Couldn’t sleep?”

 

Maura looked up at Jane. “I’m hot.”

 

Jane smiled. “Yes, you are, but why are you awake?”

 

Maura smiled as she slowly took in every one of Jane’s features. “Because you’re hot.”

 

Jane leaned in slightly and kissed Maura sweetly, then again. Maura pulled Jane to her and they kissed long and hard and deep, completely wrapped around each other, holding each other closely. Maura’s hands slipped beneath Jane’s t-shirt, clutching at her bare back and Jane found her hand snaking up under Maura’s nightgown to caress the warm skin at her side and along her stomach.

 

Maura pulled her mouth away. “It’s really getting hot now.”

 

“It is a little warm.” Jane started to play with the lace along the top of Maura’s nightgown, dipping her finger into the cleavage created by their close embrace.

 

Maura’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and then her eyes closed as Jane’s finger ventured under the top edge of the nightgown to the soft curve of her breast and slowly down to her nipple. Jane caressed the raised nub tentatively and amazed at how it instantly puckered in response, she continued to rub it. Maura whimpered and Jane stopped, realizing with sudden clarity that she was actually touching Maura’s breast. Jane swallowed. “Is this okay?”

 

Maura’s eyes opened, the familiar hazel colored gaze calming Jane. Maura smiled. “It’s more than okay, Jane. It’s wonderful. Are you okay?”

 

Jane bit her lip and nodded and Maura knew she wanted to say something, but was hesitant. Maura kissed her cheek sweetly. “This doesn’t have to go any further right now, Jane.”

 

“I want to.” Jane’s voice was raspy and the sexiest thing that Maura had ever heard.

 

Maura blinked. “You want to what?”

 

“Go further, Maura. I want to keep touching you, I want to feel you against me, I want to see you, all of you.” Jane tugged at Maura’s nightgown. “Please take this off.”

 

Maura swallowed, suddenly nervous at Jane’s unexpected willingness. “You first.”

 

Jane moved off Maura and slid onto her knees. In one smooth motion, she pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head and threw it behind her. She sat back on her legs, her hands braced on her thighs and looked at Maura. Maura gasped, overwhelmed by the gesture, the confidence and by the magnificent sight before her. Jane’s olive skin seemed to glow in the dim light. Her shoulders were wide, her body sleek and lean, her breasts larger and fuller than Maura had imagined. Maura swallowed. “You’re exquisite.”

 

Maura sat up and leaned forward, her only thought to touch some of the beauty before her. Maura ran a hand over Jane’s shoulder and down her arms and then she placed the palm of her hand flat against Jane’s abdomen and felt Jane quiver from the contact. Maura slid her hand up and slowly and gently cupped a breast. “These are so lovely.”

 

Jane bit her lip. “The last…time…I was with someone…he…seemed disappointed...it wasn’t the first time.”

 

Maura shook her head and ran a thumb over the nipple, watching it pucker. “Men are such absolute fools. They’re perfect.”

 

Jane felt herself flush at Maura's words, the comment warming Jane because she knew that Maura couldn't lie and because she recognized the depth of Maura's desire for her. Jane swallowed as she reached for the bottom of Maura’s nightgown and pulled it up and Maura lifted it over her own head and off. Jane ran her eyes greedily over Maura’s body, finding her breasts full and round, her hips deliciously curvy, her skin creamy smooth with a lovely scattering of freckles on her shoulders and chest. Jane whispered. “God, Maur, you’re beautiful.”

 

They watched each silently for a moment before Jane visibly swallowed. “I’m not sure…what to do…”

 

Maura smiled, completely charmed. “That’s okay. I do.”

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Chapter Four

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Jane was made breathless when Maura pushed her back down and made quick work of Jane’s panties, pulling them down and off before discarding her own. Jane nearly passed out when Maura lowered herself and their warm naked forms came together for the first time. Jane felt as though she was being covered and caressed by warm silk as Maura slid against her, holding her tenderly. For long moments it was all soft sighs as they settled against each other, breasts pressed together, hips fitting, thighs and calves sliding and adjusting. The warmth quickly turned to heat as Maura’s lips found Jane’s neck and Jane’s hands found the soft mounds of Maura’s ass.

 

Soft sighs turned to hard moans and gentle sliding turned to hard thrusting and their mouths fused together, tongues exploring aggressively. Maura gradually slowed things and pulled away, panting. She moved her mouth to Jane’s breasts and pulled a nipple into her mouth, lavishing the kind of attention that Jane had always craved but never received from any of the men she had been with. Maura nestled between Jane’s legs, sliding the rough wetness of her center teasingly against Jane’s as she made love to Jane’s breasts, her hands moving over every inch of skin within reach. When Jane was a writhing, whimpering mass, Maura moved her mouth slowly down Jane’s torso.

 

Jane was lost in a haze of pleasure and arousal as Maura kissed and sucked her breasts for what seemed like forever. No one had ever taken this kind of time simply pleasuring her and Jane reveled in it. She felt Maura’s hands caressing her shoulders and sides and even her legs as she pressed herself into Jane’s center, the wetness simply pouring from her as Maura simulated fucking her. Jane had never been so aroused in her entire life until she felt Maura start to move down her torso, her mouth blazing a trail toward her aching need.

 

The scent of Jane’s arousal made Maura’s mouth water and she swallowed, the need she felt for this woman surpassing anything else she had ever experienced, anything she had ever imagined. Jane accepted this gesture as easily as she had accepted every other kiss and caress, bending her knees and spreading her legs wide in trust. Maura ran her cheek against the soft, wet, black curls before gently spreading open the folds and dipping her tongue in. Maura was forced to press a hand against Jane’s hips with firm pressure as Jane reared up with a small shout at the first touch of Maura’s tongue. Maura found the taste of Jane more than appealing and she indulged her senses, running her tongue over every soft fold before settling on Jane’s swollen clit.

 

The first touch of Maura’s tongue against her made Jane almost lose her mind and she bucked uncontrollably before she realized what had happened. Maura held her in place with surprising strength and Jane tried to breathe as the sweet torture continued until Maura’s magical tongue reached her clit. Jane gripped the sheet beneath her with the firm grip of one hand as she placed the other on Maura’s head, a silent plea to remain where she was as Maura made love to her as no one else ever had. Jane realized that the intent of Maura’s every caress to this point, every tender stroke, every attentive effort was solely and completely to give her pleasure.  

 

Maura moaned into Jane’s folds when she felt the hand on her head, the indication of Jane’s enjoyment only adding to her own. Jane dug her feet into the sheet beneath them and pushed against Maura’s head as the unmistakable, but rarely felt, quivering of an impending orgasm took hold deep within her. Maura felt the tightening of Jane’s every muscle and the deepening of her breathing and she increased her efforts. Jane’s hips bucked slightly, then again and again and Maura firmed the hand pressed against her lower abdomen, staying with Jane as she lashed her tongue repeatedly against her clit. Jane covered Maura’s hand with her own as she rode Maura’s tongue, the sensation exquisite and sweetly building, slowly and surely until Jane was almost there. She called out. “Maura.” A few more strokes of the tongue and Jane fell over, bucking and sobbing, calling breathlessly. “Maura…Maura…”

 

Maura kept her mouth on Jane through the long orgasm and then rested her cheek against Jane’s stomach until she caught her breath. When Maura felt the continued shuddering she slowly moved up into Jane’s arms and held her, placing small kisses against her face. When Jane quieted, Maura rolled to her side, propped her head on her bent arm, her leg draped protectively across her. Jane opened her eyes and Maura smiled at her. “Hi, beautiful.”

 

 “Hi, yourself.” Jane’s voice was deliciously raspy and rough.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

Jane nodded as she rolled herself toward Maura. “Yeah…that was just…a little overwhelming.”

 

“In a good way?”

 

Jane caressed Maura’s face. “Yes, incredibly, amazingly good.”

 

Maura swallowed. “I’m glad. I enjoyed it as well…touching you…your response to me…the taste of you on my tongue…”

 

Jane leaned forward and pressed her lips to Maura’s and tasting herself, pulled back suddenly. Maura smiled. “Your…flavor is delectable…mouth-watering…”

 

Jane looked embarrassed. “I’m glad you like it.”

 

“I do.”

 

Jane had never before had anyone tell her how delicious she was, had never before had anyone lovingly coax an orgasm from her, especially the kind of orgasm that was still reverberating through her. Jane suddenly wanted to make Maura feel as sexy and desired as Maura made her feel. She leaned forward and kissed Maura, the lingering scent and flavor of herself on Maura causing a strange sort of excitement deep inside her. Maura pulled Jane to her and Jane deepened the kiss, plunging her tongue into Maura’s mouth. Maura pulled Jane on top of her and rolled over and Jane pressed her thigh against Maura’s center, causing Maura to pull her mouth away and gasp.

 

The sight of Maura Isles beneath her, writhing and gasping, filled Jane with confidence and she lowered her head to take a plump, pink nipple into her mouth. The response was instantaneous. Maura clutched the back of Jane’s head, holding her in place as she thrust her center against Jane’s thigh. Maura panted loudly, barely managing a whisper. “Please touch me.”

 

Jane pulled her thigh away and cupped Maura’s mound. Maura bent her knee and let her leg fall open and Jane gasped at the feel of the torrent of warm wetness seeping through the soft springy curls. She pulled her mouth away from the nipple. Jane ran her fingers tentatively through Maura’s folds, the silky wetness seeming to pour out and cover her fingers as they explored their intimate surroundings. “Maura, look at me.”

 

Maura opened her eyes and Jane pressed her fingers firmly against her soft wet folds. “You belong to me.”

 

Maura sucked in a breath as Jane found her clit and circled it slowly, watching Maura’s responses carefully, learning the landscape of Maura’s body.  Jane leaned over and took Maura’s nipple back into her mouth, sucking gently and Maura whispered. “I belong to you.”

 

Jane ran her fingers along the length of the folds and paused at Maura’s opening. She circled the opening and Maura bucked. Jane pulled her mouth from Maura’s breast and spoke against the soft skin there. “Can I be inside you?”

 

Maura moaned. “Yes, God, yes.”

 

Jane slowly slid two fingers into Maura and watched mesmerized as Maura gasped and shuddered, her head thrown back in passion, her chest heaving. Jane closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Maura’s soft wet walls clinging to her fingers as she slid deeply into her and slowly pulled out, only to slide back in again and again. Jane returned her mouth to Maura’s nipple and she felt Maura’s hand on her head, holding her there and playing with her hair gently as Maura panted and groaned, the sexy sounds making Jane shiver.

 

Maura’s analytical mind had always enabled her to stay somewhat detached from her emotions, even during sex. Maura found that she could not form one coherent thought at the moment. All she knew was that it was Jane’s mouth on her breast and it was Jane filling her and it felt incredible. Maura was swept up in the moment, in the experience, in the emotions and all she could really do was hang on. Being with Jane wasn’t like being with anyone else, wasn’t like anything else and she simply let go and let it all wash over her.

 

Jane thrust her own center against Maura’s leg and Maura clutched her ass, encouraging the movement and soon they were in perfect sync. Jane pushed into Maura as she pushed herself against her smooth thigh. The cadence of Maura’s hips changed and she breathed out, gasping. “Curl…your…fingers…up…ahhhh...”

 

Maura groaned loudly in time to her jerking hips as her fingers sank deeply into Jane’s ass. Jane curled her fingers inside Maura repeatedly, the motion making Maura moan and jerk crazily and that, in turn, made Jane crazy. She ground her clit into Maura’s thigh as the stirring of a second orgasm tickled deep within her. Suddenly, Maura started to come wildly and loudly and continuously and Jane hung on as she joined her, swept away in the heat and the force and the gushing wetness that was Hurricane Maura.

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Chapter Five

When Maura finally opened her eyes, Jane was lying beside her, watching her. Her voice was low and rough. “You okay?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Jane bit her lip. “Was it…was I…was it okay?”

 

Maura’s eyebrows shot up. “Okay? Okay doesn’t even begin….I would say that it well exceeded every expectation, but I think you would say that you hit it out of the park.”

 

Jane smiled. “Really?”

 

Maura smiled back at her. “Oh, yeah.”

 

When Maura smiled a certain way, just like the way she was smiling now, a very small dimple appeared in her left cheek. Jane touched it lightly with a finger. “That’s my dimple.”

 

Maura smiled, completely charmed. “Is it now?”

 

“Yes, I’ve always thought of it as mine because I’ve only ever seen it when you smile at me.”

 

Maura swallowed and averted her gaze. Jane touched her chin. “Hey.”

 

Maura blinked and returned her gaze. “You…I never imagined…hoped…for this…I’m…”

 

Jane’s eyes widened. “Wow. Maura Isles…speechless. Who knew?”

 

“Only you know. It’s due to you.”

 

Jane smiled. “I’m sorry. Try that again. I have a feeling it might be important.”

 

Maura took a deep breath. “This…you and me…it’s more than I imagined it could be…already. It’s really good.”

 

Jane opened her mouth, then closed it. She blinked. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty much gone over you, too.”

 

Maura looked completely stunned and Jane leaned over to place a simple kiss on her lips. Maura smiled. “Really?”

 

“Yes, really… and the sex…so far…well… I’m not sure I’ve ever…anyway…I have no words.”

 

 “Jane, talk to me. Tell me.”

 

Jane lowered her gaze. “I’m not very good at talking about these things.”

 

Maura smiled. “Well, since I’ve just had my mouth on your most intimate area, I think we can talk about anything.”

 

Jane looked up and smiled. “Point taken. I don’t always…I’m not always able to…”

 

“Achieve orgasm?”

 

“Yes…and you made me …come so easily…so hard and it’s certainly never happened twice.”

 

Maura’s eyes widened. “You need to raise your expectations, Jane Rizzoli. Don’t, for a minute, think we’re done. We’re going to start over in the morning, but I’m going to make you…come…at least once more tonight.”

 

Jane’s voice was low and raspy and flirtatious. “Are you now?”

 

“Yes, at least once more. I need to be inside you and then I just may take you with my mouth again.”

 

Jane smiled. “Good, because that…with your tongue…was the best…I’ve ever had.”

 

“Wait until I fuck you.”

 

Jane gasped and Maura covered her mouth with her own, sliding her tongue inside. She kissed Jane slowly and languidly, her tongue stroking wetly, building arousal gradually as she pulled on Jane’s nipples and nudged her thigh into Jane’s center. Jane was panting by the time they pulled apart. Maura continued to tease her nipples into hard points and pulled her thigh away to tease Jane’s clit with her fingers. Jane moaned and Maura pulled her closer. “Do you want me inside you?”

 

Jane opened her eyes and tightened her already firm embrace on Maura. “God, yes, Maura.”

 

Maura smiled and lowered her mouth to Jane’s nipple, sucking deeply and slowly as she coated her fingers in the pool of increasing wetness before firmly pushing two fingers deeply inside her. Jane arched her hips into the contact, her chest heaving, her head thrown back. Maura thought she had never seen anything quite so breathtaking so she slowly withdrew her fingers only to plunge back in. Jane’s hand tightened in the hair at the back of Maura’s neck and she clutched at the sheet beneath her with the other. On the next impalement, Jane bent her leg and dug a heel into the mattress and Maura smiled. Maura continued to pound into Jane firmly, but slowly, teasing her with the force and speed of the penetration and the perfect pressure of her thumb hitting her clit.

 

Jane clutched Maura’s neck and tried to find purchase with her other hand in Maura’s expensive sheets as she tried to reconcile these tangible facts with the amazing sensations coursing through her body. For long moments she simply thought she had died and gone to heaven, every swipe of Maura’s tongue rasping against her nipple, every slide of her fingers burning inside her, every touch to her clit a steady beat of increasing arousal. Jane hadn’t quite believed that Maura could bring her to orgasm yet again, but she could feel it happening and she became impatient, wanting to feel it again. “God, Maura, harder.”

 

Maura shivered at the sexy growl and increased her efforts, their bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat as Maura pulled her mouth reluctantly from Jane’s nipple. Maura moved over Jane, pushing into her as Jane started to buck her hips, moaning loudly. Maura bent to her ear. “I love fucking you.”

 

The response was instantaneous and Maura smiled as Jane bucked wildly, clutching the back of Maura’s neck. Maura increased the speed of her thrusts and bent to her ear. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

 

The cadence of Jane’s hips changed and her breathing quickened to loud pants as she sped toward her goal and Maura knew that Jane was too far gone to ever remember what she might utter now, in the throes of passion, so she threw caution to the wind. “I love you, Jane…come for me.”

 

It was loud and violent and beautiful and Maura watched as Jane screamed as she peaked, clinging to her and pulling the sheet from the mattress. Maura held her closely and tenderly, absorbing the moment, the beauty, and the emotion as Jane shuddered for long moments in her arms. When Maura finally pulled back to look at Jane, she gasped at the tears slowly spilling over. “Jane, what is it?”

 

Jane smiled. “I love you, too, Maura. I love you, too.”

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THE END

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