Rizzoli & Isles Fanfic: "Falling", Maura/Jane, 14/14, NC-17
Title: Falling, part 1/14
Author Name: Becominglight_2
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance, Angst
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Jane/ Maura
Summary: It’s scary, it’s new, but Jane is compelled to action. Could it be she’s falling in love? (that would be a yes.)
Spoilers: All of Season 1
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Shame - because I love them! I make no profit from this, so please don’t sue…
Author’s Notes: Thanks to all of you who've read this, and especially those who've made comments. It's so gratifying to recieve them, thank-you!
PART 14
The live music is great, the food is delicious, the beer perfect and the company even better. Maura and I are on our second date at a cozy Argentinean restaurant at the end of a long week.
“How did you even know about this place?” I ask Maura because she’s the one who picked it.
“Just because I like’ high-brow’ things doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a more relaxed atmosphere!” Maura says. “And besides you made the effort to choose somewhere I liked for our first date, so I thought I’d choose something you’d like for our second.”
She’d sent me a single red long stemmed rose with a little card asking me out which had had everyone wiggling their eyebrows at me.
“Who’s it from, eh?” They had asked.
“From Maura.” I’d replied and left them to mull it over. Almost dying makes the gender of who I’m seeing a little irrelevant. And besides I was more preoccupied with the colour of the rose being red than with fending off the interest of my colleagues.
She’d picked me up, looking stunning wearing the floral dress she’d danced in front of me that time she tried, rather unhelpfully, to dress me up for my fake lesbian dates.
I appreciate the dress a lot more now that it’s on her. And I think I’m developing a fetish for Maura’s shoes because wow. But I digress. We’ve finished our meal and she’s holding her hand out to me.
“May I have this dance?”
“I’m not sure, Maura… I’m not really the dancing type.”
“Nonsense. I can tell by the way you move that you are an excellent dancer. Besides,” she says leaning in close and giving me a delightful peek at her cleavage, “I want an excuse to touch you.”
She need not ask me twice. I take her proffered hand and she leads me to the dance floor.
“How do we do this?” I ask eyeing the other couples.
“I have studied the male moves. I’ll lead.”
“Why should you lead? I’m taller, and like I said that time, I’d be the guy if I was ever in a lesbian relationship.”
“Your reasoning is faulty, Jane. And do you even know how to lead?”
Hmmmm. Well she does have a point.
“Fine!” I grumble “but I want a turn later.”
“That is fine with me, but only after you’ve had lessons. I don’t want you stepping on my toes because you don’t know what you’re doing.”
I grumble some more but concede. She takes my hand in one of hers, and then places the other on my lower back. She pulls me in close so that our breasts are almost touching. Her hold is surprisingly strong and she really does know how to lead though she chastises me a few times before I actually let her. A few songs in and we’re really getting the hang of it and I realize if I just let her guide me I don’t come off too badly. She twirls and turns me and it’s all very exhilarating. We’re a little out of breath and our faces flushed when a slow song starts.
“Now I lead.” I say to her and slip my hands down to her hips, pulling her body to mine. She doesn’t object, curling her arms around my neck, our cheeks brushing together. The air is suddenly electric, the sensual sway of her body against mine, hypnotic. My arms wrap around her until we are in the closest possible embrace, until I think I can feel the beating of her heart against my chest. It feels so good. She nuzzles my neck, my pulse rate leaping up about twenty notches and my knees are beginning to feel a little weak. At the conclusion of the song she breaths in my ear “You ready to go?”
That would be a yes.
--
The car ride is silent, the air throbbing between us. I sit back and look at her openly as she drives, desire no doubt evident on my face and I know she can feel my eyes raking over her because she blushes as she watches the road. While she turns the car off I get out and open the driver’s door, pulling her up by the hand and leading her to my apartment.
When I push her against the wall, she hesitates a moment before she’s responding and then her hands are on me, under my top, finger digging into my back. I maneuver us to the bedroom and we’re dropping items of clothing as we go. I slide my hand up her thingh and pull her panties down while Maura’s managed to remove my top and is starting on my jeans. I obligingly step out of them. She hooks a leg around my waist as we slam into my bedroom door and I almost die as I feel her wet pussy grinding onto my stomach. We’re a little frantic, our movements desperate and hungry. We’ve spent weeks building up to this, never quite daring to plummet into full blown sex, but now you couldn’t stop me will a bulldozer. I want her so much, my vision has turned myopic and it’s focused on her. Only her.
I’ve kicked off my shoes and she’s unhooked my bra as I reach for the door knob and we stumble through. Driving her to the bed, her knees give way as the backs of them bump against the edge. She falls back, pulling me with her, her hair spilling golden on the bed spread. I take a long languid moment as I lie on top to explore her mouth, skimming my tongue along the roof, suckling on her lips, before I move my way down her body. She lies there, her chest heaving. I can smell her arousal as I kiss her exposed inner thigh and begin to untie her fuck me heels, removing her perfectly formed feet, her toes painted red. Red for love. Red for passion. I blow air up her dress as I remove the other foot. She’s sat up and she’s watching me, and as soon as I’m done she’s pulling me up to straddle her. Fingertips skim my belly and she’s cupping my breasts as she holds my gaze, flicking the nipple with her thumbs and then she lowers her head to take me in her mouth. Sweet Jesus. A sound issues from deep inside and I’m desperate to feel her skin on mine. My head spinning, I find the zip at the back of the dress and pull it down. I feel the hard tips of her breasts press against my ribs, the fleshy swell brush against the underside of mine. My body is on fire, sensitized until even the most fleeting touches reverberate through me.
“Oh, Maura!” I rasp. Her hand is down my panties, her fingers massaging my clit in bold measured strokes. And then she’s inside me, sliding in and out of my slick, wet opening, curling the fingers at just the right spot that starts that delicious tremor building. I’m panting, gridning, whimpering, my fingers gripping her hair as she switches to my other nipple. I buck against her hand and it feels so fucking good. It’s Maura in my arms, it’s her mouth on me, her fingers inside me, the palm of her hand pressing against my clit. It’s the smell of her shampoo, her perfume and that fragrance that is hers alone. It’s the silk of her skin brushing against mine, the tip of her nose pressing into my breast, that possessive hand racking down my back. The wave of pleasure is rising, rising, rising, curling into my toes and finger tips, until all at once I’m exploding, coming apart, falling into that endless, glorious nothing and finally coming to rest in her warm, solid arms. I stay a moment enjoying the lassitude that follows, content to drift in this safe place. I place a kiss behind her ear and nuzzled the spot there. Then I kiss her lips, running my hands over her smooth torso, pushing her down and remove her dress from around her waist.
Glorious. Her body is divine, the perfect mixture of soft curve and firm muscle and I can see her heartbeat quivering under her breast. She’s looking at me wantonly, through lidded eyes as I climb onto her, pulling her up the bed until she’s laid out, naked, willing and mine. I kiss her, our bodies not quite touching but for our lips and I can feel her heat caressing me. She’s laying quite still but underneath I feel a passion broiling and it excites me, wondering what it is that will make her explode. I trace a finger down her jaw, her neck, down the side of her body until it reaches her leg and I knead the flesh. Impatient for more contact her hands move to pull me down on her and sighs, rocking against me, our nipples skimming together as we move. Her lips are delicious and swollen, her sighs intoxicating. Maura. My sweet, goofy Maura, undeniably woman, hot and molten under my hands. Gone are the walls of intellect and reason, gone are the coherent, logical explanations, facts, figures and statistics. She is reacting on instinct, giving over, vulnerable in my arms .
“I want you.” She whispers in my ear and my heart flops.
“Show me.” I say.
We sit up. She turns around, sliding her ass onto my lap, her back pressing against my chest and her knees falling either side. She pulls my hand to press into her wet open pussy. She leans back, her arms snaking around to pull my lips to hers and she moans. Oh God, I can see her pert breasts, her flat stomach, the thatch of hair between her thighs and my hand nestled there. Her juices coat my fingers and I’m flicking her clit, the fleshy nub that has her whole body thrumming against mine. I pinch her nipple with my other hand, teasing it up and she arches, her moans turning to little cries of pleasure. I suck on her neck, tasting the salty sweat of her ardour, feeling the trembling building. I slide another finger in.
“Oh god, yes!” she cries. She’s rocking against my hand, it’s becoming erratic and then she’s grabbing my hand, holding the fingers deep inside as she rides them.
“Oh god, oh god!” the sounds are wrung from her lungs, “Oh god, Jane!”. I bite gently down on her shoulder and then she’s screaming ecstasy, convulsing, her walls clenching around my fingers long and hard, suspended in the wave of her orgasm. She falls against me, limp.
“Oh god, oh god.” She’s still sighing. She kisses me, breathing me in, humming. I pull out of her pressing her to me and then we curl up together, sweaty, heaving, alive. I’m looking into her blue eyes, caressing her languorously. I’m overcome. I have no words. She’s looking at me, her hair mussed and golden like a halo, her eyes smoldering, brimming with emotion.
“I love you, Jane.”
Her word’s ricochet, tumbling through me, making me soar and I laugh because I’ve just realized something. I kiss her eyelids and cup her face.
“I love you too, Maura.”
She smiles, her face lit up like the sun. We laugh, our joy overflowing and when she wipes tears away with her thumbs, I realize I’m crying.
It’s Friday night and I’ve just fallen in love with Dr. Maura Isles.
We hold each other and sleep.
Author Name: Becominglight_2
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance, Angst
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Jane/ Maura
Summary: It’s scary, it’s new, but Jane is compelled to action. Could it be she’s falling in love? (that would be a yes.)
Spoilers: All of Season 1
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Shame - because I love them! I make no profit from this, so please don’t sue…
Author’s Notes: Thanks to all of you who've read this, and especially those who've made comments. It's so gratifying to recieve them, thank-you!
PART 14
The live music is great, the food is delicious, the beer perfect and the company even better. Maura and I are on our second date at a cozy Argentinean restaurant at the end of a long week.
“How did you even know about this place?” I ask Maura because she’s the one who picked it.
“Just because I like’ high-brow’ things doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a more relaxed atmosphere!” Maura says. “And besides you made the effort to choose somewhere I liked for our first date, so I thought I’d choose something you’d like for our second.”
She’d sent me a single red long stemmed rose with a little card asking me out which had had everyone wiggling their eyebrows at me.
“Who’s it from, eh?” They had asked.
“From Maura.” I’d replied and left them to mull it over. Almost dying makes the gender of who I’m seeing a little irrelevant. And besides I was more preoccupied with the colour of the rose being red than with fending off the interest of my colleagues.
She’d picked me up, looking stunning wearing the floral dress she’d danced in front of me that time she tried, rather unhelpfully, to dress me up for my fake lesbian dates.
I appreciate the dress a lot more now that it’s on her. And I think I’m developing a fetish for Maura’s shoes because wow. But I digress. We’ve finished our meal and she’s holding her hand out to me.
“May I have this dance?”
“I’m not sure, Maura… I’m not really the dancing type.”
“Nonsense. I can tell by the way you move that you are an excellent dancer. Besides,” she says leaning in close and giving me a delightful peek at her cleavage, “I want an excuse to touch you.”
She need not ask me twice. I take her proffered hand and she leads me to the dance floor.
“How do we do this?” I ask eyeing the other couples.
“I have studied the male moves. I’ll lead.”
“Why should you lead? I’m taller, and like I said that time, I’d be the guy if I was ever in a lesbian relationship.”
“Your reasoning is faulty, Jane. And do you even know how to lead?”
Hmmmm. Well she does have a point.
“Fine!” I grumble “but I want a turn later.”
“That is fine with me, but only after you’ve had lessons. I don’t want you stepping on my toes because you don’t know what you’re doing.”
I grumble some more but concede. She takes my hand in one of hers, and then places the other on my lower back. She pulls me in close so that our breasts are almost touching. Her hold is surprisingly strong and she really does know how to lead though she chastises me a few times before I actually let her. A few songs in and we’re really getting the hang of it and I realize if I just let her guide me I don’t come off too badly. She twirls and turns me and it’s all very exhilarating. We’re a little out of breath and our faces flushed when a slow song starts.
“Now I lead.” I say to her and slip my hands down to her hips, pulling her body to mine. She doesn’t object, curling her arms around my neck, our cheeks brushing together. The air is suddenly electric, the sensual sway of her body against mine, hypnotic. My arms wrap around her until we are in the closest possible embrace, until I think I can feel the beating of her heart against my chest. It feels so good. She nuzzles my neck, my pulse rate leaping up about twenty notches and my knees are beginning to feel a little weak. At the conclusion of the song she breaths in my ear “You ready to go?”
That would be a yes.
--
The car ride is silent, the air throbbing between us. I sit back and look at her openly as she drives, desire no doubt evident on my face and I know she can feel my eyes raking over her because she blushes as she watches the road. While she turns the car off I get out and open the driver’s door, pulling her up by the hand and leading her to my apartment.
When I push her against the wall, she hesitates a moment before she’s responding and then her hands are on me, under my top, finger digging into my back. I maneuver us to the bedroom and we’re dropping items of clothing as we go. I slide my hand up her thingh and pull her panties down while Maura’s managed to remove my top and is starting on my jeans. I obligingly step out of them. She hooks a leg around my waist as we slam into my bedroom door and I almost die as I feel her wet pussy grinding onto my stomach. We’re a little frantic, our movements desperate and hungry. We’ve spent weeks building up to this, never quite daring to plummet into full blown sex, but now you couldn’t stop me will a bulldozer. I want her so much, my vision has turned myopic and it’s focused on her. Only her.
I’ve kicked off my shoes and she’s unhooked my bra as I reach for the door knob and we stumble through. Driving her to the bed, her knees give way as the backs of them bump against the edge. She falls back, pulling me with her, her hair spilling golden on the bed spread. I take a long languid moment as I lie on top to explore her mouth, skimming my tongue along the roof, suckling on her lips, before I move my way down her body. She lies there, her chest heaving. I can smell her arousal as I kiss her exposed inner thigh and begin to untie her fuck me heels, removing her perfectly formed feet, her toes painted red. Red for love. Red for passion. I blow air up her dress as I remove the other foot. She’s sat up and she’s watching me, and as soon as I’m done she’s pulling me up to straddle her. Fingertips skim my belly and she’s cupping my breasts as she holds my gaze, flicking the nipple with her thumbs and then she lowers her head to take me in her mouth. Sweet Jesus. A sound issues from deep inside and I’m desperate to feel her skin on mine. My head spinning, I find the zip at the back of the dress and pull it down. I feel the hard tips of her breasts press against my ribs, the fleshy swell brush against the underside of mine. My body is on fire, sensitized until even the most fleeting touches reverberate through me.
“Oh, Maura!” I rasp. Her hand is down my panties, her fingers massaging my clit in bold measured strokes. And then she’s inside me, sliding in and out of my slick, wet opening, curling the fingers at just the right spot that starts that delicious tremor building. I’m panting, gridning, whimpering, my fingers gripping her hair as she switches to my other nipple. I buck against her hand and it feels so fucking good. It’s Maura in my arms, it’s her mouth on me, her fingers inside me, the palm of her hand pressing against my clit. It’s the smell of her shampoo, her perfume and that fragrance that is hers alone. It’s the silk of her skin brushing against mine, the tip of her nose pressing into my breast, that possessive hand racking down my back. The wave of pleasure is rising, rising, rising, curling into my toes and finger tips, until all at once I’m exploding, coming apart, falling into that endless, glorious nothing and finally coming to rest in her warm, solid arms. I stay a moment enjoying the lassitude that follows, content to drift in this safe place. I place a kiss behind her ear and nuzzled the spot there. Then I kiss her lips, running my hands over her smooth torso, pushing her down and remove her dress from around her waist.
Glorious. Her body is divine, the perfect mixture of soft curve and firm muscle and I can see her heartbeat quivering under her breast. She’s looking at me wantonly, through lidded eyes as I climb onto her, pulling her up the bed until she’s laid out, naked, willing and mine. I kiss her, our bodies not quite touching but for our lips and I can feel her heat caressing me. She’s laying quite still but underneath I feel a passion broiling and it excites me, wondering what it is that will make her explode. I trace a finger down her jaw, her neck, down the side of her body until it reaches her leg and I knead the flesh. Impatient for more contact her hands move to pull me down on her and sighs, rocking against me, our nipples skimming together as we move. Her lips are delicious and swollen, her sighs intoxicating. Maura. My sweet, goofy Maura, undeniably woman, hot and molten under my hands. Gone are the walls of intellect and reason, gone are the coherent, logical explanations, facts, figures and statistics. She is reacting on instinct, giving over, vulnerable in my arms .
“I want you.” She whispers in my ear and my heart flops.
“Show me.” I say.
We sit up. She turns around, sliding her ass onto my lap, her back pressing against my chest and her knees falling either side. She pulls my hand to press into her wet open pussy. She leans back, her arms snaking around to pull my lips to hers and she moans. Oh God, I can see her pert breasts, her flat stomach, the thatch of hair between her thighs and my hand nestled there. Her juices coat my fingers and I’m flicking her clit, the fleshy nub that has her whole body thrumming against mine. I pinch her nipple with my other hand, teasing it up and she arches, her moans turning to little cries of pleasure. I suck on her neck, tasting the salty sweat of her ardour, feeling the trembling building. I slide another finger in.
“Oh god, yes!” she cries. She’s rocking against my hand, it’s becoming erratic and then she’s grabbing my hand, holding the fingers deep inside as she rides them.
“Oh god, oh god!” the sounds are wrung from her lungs, “Oh god, Jane!”. I bite gently down on her shoulder and then she’s screaming ecstasy, convulsing, her walls clenching around my fingers long and hard, suspended in the wave of her orgasm. She falls against me, limp.
“Oh god, oh god.” She’s still sighing. She kisses me, breathing me in, humming. I pull out of her pressing her to me and then we curl up together, sweaty, heaving, alive. I’m looking into her blue eyes, caressing her languorously. I’m overcome. I have no words. She’s looking at me, her hair mussed and golden like a halo, her eyes smoldering, brimming with emotion.
“I love you, Jane.”
Her word’s ricochet, tumbling through me, making me soar and I laugh because I’ve just realized something. I kiss her eyelids and cup her face.
“I love you too, Maura.”
She smiles, her face lit up like the sun. We laugh, our joy overflowing and when she wipes tears away with her thumbs, I realize I’m crying.
It’s Friday night and I’ve just fallen in love with Dr. Maura Isles.
We hold each other and sleep.