Rizzoli & Isles - Whatever It Takes
Title: Whatever It Takes
Author: xdawnfirex
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Work Type: Fic
Characters: Jane/Maura
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through "The Beast In Me"
Written For: ml_spikie
Summary: Episode tag.
When they walked away from the scene of Tommy O’Rourke’s death, Maura started to climb into the OME van and head back to the morgue, to get started on the autopsy. Jane stopped her, reaching out with one hand to grasp her friend’s arm. “Hey,” she said. “Why don’t you leave it until later?”
“No,” Maura replied softly. “It needs to be done.”
“But it doesn’t have to be done now,” Jane pointed out. “Come on. Come hang out for awhile. You’ve been through a lot and you need to unwind.”
Maura studied her friend for a long moment, looking at her like a strange species of animal she’d never seen before. “Why did you call him?” she finally asked, her voice low.
“Maura, I told you, I didn’t - ”
“Don’t lie to me!” The words burst forth from her in an angry shout, and she stopped speaking, collecting herself quickly. Everyone was looking. Jane’s expression was stunned, and Maura took a deep breath, turning back toward the van. “Excuse me. I need to go.”
“Maura, stop.” Jane’s hand gripped Maura’s arm again. “Come on. Come with me.” She paused. “Please?”
Her initial impulse was to refuse, but there was something so sincere in Jane’s eyes that she sighed, feeling her shoulders drop. “Fine,” she said shortly. She turned back to the van, giving instructions to one of the subordinates, and then stepped away as the doors were closed. She moved back toward Jane. “Take me home,” she said - an order, not a request. “I need a shower and a change of clothes.”
“Sure thing.”
The drive to Maura’s house was spent in silence, both women thinking about what needed to be said and wondering what the other might say. Once there, Maura went straight upstairs, leaving Jane behind in the kitchen. With a sigh, Jane leaned against the counter, running her hand through her hair. What the hell was she going to do?
Thirsty, she crossed the room and opened the refrigerator, hoping for a beer. There wasn’t any, but there was a good stock of fresh produce - Maura had clearly been to the market recently. An idea spawned in the back of Jane’s mind and, smiling, she started pulling out vegetables, setting them on the clean countertop.
Forty-five minutes later Maura came back downstairs, dressed in a sleeveless silk top and a pair of khaki shorts. She paused in the kitchen doorway, blinking in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Making supper,” Jane replied. She opened the oven, reaching in with one mitted hand and pulling out a foil-wrapped loaf of bread. “Want to get the plates? It’s almost ready.”
“I wasn’t expecting this,” Maura admitted as she reached into a cabinet. “I thought you’d be watching baseball on the television.”
Jane shrugged. “Sox aren’t playing,” she deflected. “And I thought you might be hungry.”
“I am, a little,” Maura admitted. She put the plates down on the counter and Jane gestured toward the sink, where spaghetti noodles waited in a colander. Maura loaded noodles onto both plates, then came to the stove, where Jane ladled red sauce over them. Maura then carried the plates to the table while Jane unwrapped the bread and grabbed the half-empty bottle of red wine that had been sitting on the counter.
There was silence for the first few minutes while they ate, until Maura finally broke it. “This is delicious,” she complimented her friend. “You should cook more often.”
“Thanks,” Jane replied, her voice soft. “I... you know, it seems like a waste of effort just to cook for myself. But I don’t mind cooking for you.”
Maura looked down at her plate, laying her fork down and twisting her hands together in her lap. There was another long silence before she spoke again. “Why did you call him?”
“I didn’t.” When Maura looked up at her, Jane held up her hands. “It’s the God’s honest truth. I didn’t.”
“Who did?”
“Korsak did.” Jane sat back in her chair. “You told me not to, so I didn’t. I went upstairs and I told Frost and Korsak, and Korsak took the phone away from me and he called.”
“This is wrong, Jane,” Maura said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “It’s wrong. And besides that, it’s accessory to murder at the very least.” She swallowed hard. “Why?”
Jane studied her for a long moment before finally speaking. “You know why.”
“Jane, I told you, I understood the consequences, and I made the decision to - ”
“It wasn’t your decision to make!” Jane slammed her hand down on the tabletop with enough force to make the china rattle, and Maura jumped back in surprise, dropping her fork. Jane shoved her hands into her lap, clasping them together tightly, and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” she finally murmured, opening her eyes again and looking into Maura’s. “I shouldn’t have done that. But Maura... it wasn’t your decision to make.”
“It’s my life, though, Jane,” Maura whispered.
Jane shook her head. “Maybe before, when you didn’t have friends and people that cared about you. Maybe before, when the only people who would have showed up at your funeral would have been your parents’ friends, and people like the Fairfields who want to stand around and look fashionable in all black. But not anymore, Maura.” She stood, walking around the table, and she took Maura’s hands in her own, pulling her friend up to stand in front of her. She put her hands on Maura’s shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “It’s not just your life that would be over if you died.”
Maura studied Jane carefully, taking in the way the muscles around her eyes drew together, the way her eyes glittered with unshed tears. She took in the dark circles, evidence of the last few sleepless nights, and the paleness under Jane’s early-summer tomboy tan. And suddenly, something clicked in her brain.
“Oh,” she whispered, unable to formulate any other words to express the enormity of what she had just realized - the utter magnitude of what Jane was saying to her. “Oh, Jane.” She raised one hand, gently resting the pads of her fingers on Jane’s cheek. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
Jane swallowed hard. “I didn’t know how you’d feel,” she admitted, “and you never... I didn’t think you felt the same way, so...”
“Oh, Jane,” Maura said again. This time, though, the words had a different inflection, and her lips slowly curved up into a smile. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”
Jane felt herself beginning to smile as well. “You can say that again, Doc.” One of her hands came up slowly to cup Maura’s cheek, her thumb gently sliding back and forth across the smooth skin. “I couldn’t stand it if you died,” she whispered. “That’s why I let Korsak call. Because your life is worth that to me.”
Maura swallowed hard, fighting back tears. Impulsively, she raised up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to Jane’s. “I would have called, too,” she admitted. “If it had been you, I would have called.”
Maura had always thought that “not really knowing how one had gotten someplace” was a fiction cliché, but ten minutes later when she found herself lying back on her bed, naked, with an equally nude Jane Rizzoli lying beside her, she realized that it was truer than she had thought. Then Jane’s fingers touched her knee and started sliding up the inside of her thigh, and there was no more room inside her mind for anything other than omigod, finally, and she’s done this before.
Jane’s lips were insistent on Maura’s, her tongue sliding inside Maura’s mouth as her fingers, skilled and sure, slid inside Maura’s body. Maura cried out, arching into Jane’s touch, and Jane chuckled, pressing deep into her new lover with first two and then three fingers, her thumb finding Maura’s clit and stroking it firmly. Maura bucked, one hand buried in Jane’s hair and the other clenching on her shoulder, and she cried out when she came.
Jane held her tight, stroking her skin through the shuddering aftershocks, and then laid her back down again, raising up over her. She kissed Maura’s mouth firmly, then began to move down her body, kissing and licking a slow trail down her neck and across her chest. She spent several long minutes paying skillful homage to Maura’s breasts, and by the time she started moving downward again, Maura was whimpering. “God, you’re good at this,” she managed.
Jane chuckled. “I’ve had some practice,” she confessed, placing a tender kiss to the warm flesh just above Maura’s navel. “I knew I was gay in high school.”
“I had no idea,” Maura admitted. “You never let on.”
“It’s the kind of thing you keep under your hat until you’ve got the chops to back it up,” Jane explained, pausing to spend a moment investigating the tender crease where Maura’s thigh met her stomach. “Otherwise you just take a lot of unnecessary grief.”
“I understand that completely,” Maura replied. She started to raise up on one elbow to say something else, but fell back again, crying out, when Jane’s mouth suddenly descended on her pussy, licking and sucking at her sensitive, wet flesh. “Oh, God, Jane, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
Jane chuckled against Maura’s body. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’m not gonna stop. Trust me, Maura. Just relax, because I’m gonna make you fly.” Then she dove in again, and Maura cried out, and Jane kept her promise and made Maura fly.
Much later, they lay cuddled together, and Jane leaned down to kiss Maura’s forehead. “I will always keep you safe, Maura,” she whispered. “I don’t care what it takes.”
“I know, Jane,” Maura whispered back, holding her tightly. “I know you will.”
--end--
Author: xdawnfirex
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Work Type: Fic
Characters: Jane/Maura
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through "The Beast In Me"
Written For: ml_spikie
Summary: Episode tag.
When they walked away from the scene of Tommy O’Rourke’s death, Maura started to climb into the OME van and head back to the morgue, to get started on the autopsy. Jane stopped her, reaching out with one hand to grasp her friend’s arm. “Hey,” she said. “Why don’t you leave it until later?”
“No,” Maura replied softly. “It needs to be done.”
“But it doesn’t have to be done now,” Jane pointed out. “Come on. Come hang out for awhile. You’ve been through a lot and you need to unwind.”
Maura studied her friend for a long moment, looking at her like a strange species of animal she’d never seen before. “Why did you call him?” she finally asked, her voice low.
“Maura, I told you, I didn’t - ”
“Don’t lie to me!” The words burst forth from her in an angry shout, and she stopped speaking, collecting herself quickly. Everyone was looking. Jane’s expression was stunned, and Maura took a deep breath, turning back toward the van. “Excuse me. I need to go.”
“Maura, stop.” Jane’s hand gripped Maura’s arm again. “Come on. Come with me.” She paused. “Please?”
Her initial impulse was to refuse, but there was something so sincere in Jane’s eyes that she sighed, feeling her shoulders drop. “Fine,” she said shortly. She turned back to the van, giving instructions to one of the subordinates, and then stepped away as the doors were closed. She moved back toward Jane. “Take me home,” she said - an order, not a request. “I need a shower and a change of clothes.”
“Sure thing.”
The drive to Maura’s house was spent in silence, both women thinking about what needed to be said and wondering what the other might say. Once there, Maura went straight upstairs, leaving Jane behind in the kitchen. With a sigh, Jane leaned against the counter, running her hand through her hair. What the hell was she going to do?
Thirsty, she crossed the room and opened the refrigerator, hoping for a beer. There wasn’t any, but there was a good stock of fresh produce - Maura had clearly been to the market recently. An idea spawned in the back of Jane’s mind and, smiling, she started pulling out vegetables, setting them on the clean countertop.
Forty-five minutes later Maura came back downstairs, dressed in a sleeveless silk top and a pair of khaki shorts. She paused in the kitchen doorway, blinking in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Making supper,” Jane replied. She opened the oven, reaching in with one mitted hand and pulling out a foil-wrapped loaf of bread. “Want to get the plates? It’s almost ready.”
“I wasn’t expecting this,” Maura admitted as she reached into a cabinet. “I thought you’d be watching baseball on the television.”
Jane shrugged. “Sox aren’t playing,” she deflected. “And I thought you might be hungry.”
“I am, a little,” Maura admitted. She put the plates down on the counter and Jane gestured toward the sink, where spaghetti noodles waited in a colander. Maura loaded noodles onto both plates, then came to the stove, where Jane ladled red sauce over them. Maura then carried the plates to the table while Jane unwrapped the bread and grabbed the half-empty bottle of red wine that had been sitting on the counter.
There was silence for the first few minutes while they ate, until Maura finally broke it. “This is delicious,” she complimented her friend. “You should cook more often.”
“Thanks,” Jane replied, her voice soft. “I... you know, it seems like a waste of effort just to cook for myself. But I don’t mind cooking for you.”
Maura looked down at her plate, laying her fork down and twisting her hands together in her lap. There was another long silence before she spoke again. “Why did you call him?”
“I didn’t.” When Maura looked up at her, Jane held up her hands. “It’s the God’s honest truth. I didn’t.”
“Who did?”
“Korsak did.” Jane sat back in her chair. “You told me not to, so I didn’t. I went upstairs and I told Frost and Korsak, and Korsak took the phone away from me and he called.”
“This is wrong, Jane,” Maura said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “It’s wrong. And besides that, it’s accessory to murder at the very least.” She swallowed hard. “Why?”
Jane studied her for a long moment before finally speaking. “You know why.”
“Jane, I told you, I understood the consequences, and I made the decision to - ”
“It wasn’t your decision to make!” Jane slammed her hand down on the tabletop with enough force to make the china rattle, and Maura jumped back in surprise, dropping her fork. Jane shoved her hands into her lap, clasping them together tightly, and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” she finally murmured, opening her eyes again and looking into Maura’s. “I shouldn’t have done that. But Maura... it wasn’t your decision to make.”
“It’s my life, though, Jane,” Maura whispered.
Jane shook her head. “Maybe before, when you didn’t have friends and people that cared about you. Maybe before, when the only people who would have showed up at your funeral would have been your parents’ friends, and people like the Fairfields who want to stand around and look fashionable in all black. But not anymore, Maura.” She stood, walking around the table, and she took Maura’s hands in her own, pulling her friend up to stand in front of her. She put her hands on Maura’s shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “It’s not just your life that would be over if you died.”
Maura studied Jane carefully, taking in the way the muscles around her eyes drew together, the way her eyes glittered with unshed tears. She took in the dark circles, evidence of the last few sleepless nights, and the paleness under Jane’s early-summer tomboy tan. And suddenly, something clicked in her brain.
“Oh,” she whispered, unable to formulate any other words to express the enormity of what she had just realized - the utter magnitude of what Jane was saying to her. “Oh, Jane.” She raised one hand, gently resting the pads of her fingers on Jane’s cheek. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
Jane swallowed hard. “I didn’t know how you’d feel,” she admitted, “and you never... I didn’t think you felt the same way, so...”
“Oh, Jane,” Maura said again. This time, though, the words had a different inflection, and her lips slowly curved up into a smile. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”
Jane felt herself beginning to smile as well. “You can say that again, Doc.” One of her hands came up slowly to cup Maura’s cheek, her thumb gently sliding back and forth across the smooth skin. “I couldn’t stand it if you died,” she whispered. “That’s why I let Korsak call. Because your life is worth that to me.”
Maura swallowed hard, fighting back tears. Impulsively, she raised up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to Jane’s. “I would have called, too,” she admitted. “If it had been you, I would have called.”
Maura had always thought that “not really knowing how one had gotten someplace” was a fiction cliché, but ten minutes later when she found herself lying back on her bed, naked, with an equally nude Jane Rizzoli lying beside her, she realized that it was truer than she had thought. Then Jane’s fingers touched her knee and started sliding up the inside of her thigh, and there was no more room inside her mind for anything other than omigod, finally, and she’s done this before.
Jane’s lips were insistent on Maura’s, her tongue sliding inside Maura’s mouth as her fingers, skilled and sure, slid inside Maura’s body. Maura cried out, arching into Jane’s touch, and Jane chuckled, pressing deep into her new lover with first two and then three fingers, her thumb finding Maura’s clit and stroking it firmly. Maura bucked, one hand buried in Jane’s hair and the other clenching on her shoulder, and she cried out when she came.
Jane held her tight, stroking her skin through the shuddering aftershocks, and then laid her back down again, raising up over her. She kissed Maura’s mouth firmly, then began to move down her body, kissing and licking a slow trail down her neck and across her chest. She spent several long minutes paying skillful homage to Maura’s breasts, and by the time she started moving downward again, Maura was whimpering. “God, you’re good at this,” she managed.
Jane chuckled. “I’ve had some practice,” she confessed, placing a tender kiss to the warm flesh just above Maura’s navel. “I knew I was gay in high school.”
“I had no idea,” Maura admitted. “You never let on.”
“It’s the kind of thing you keep under your hat until you’ve got the chops to back it up,” Jane explained, pausing to spend a moment investigating the tender crease where Maura’s thigh met her stomach. “Otherwise you just take a lot of unnecessary grief.”
“I understand that completely,” Maura replied. She started to raise up on one elbow to say something else, but fell back again, crying out, when Jane’s mouth suddenly descended on her pussy, licking and sucking at her sensitive, wet flesh. “Oh, God, Jane, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
Jane chuckled against Maura’s body. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’m not gonna stop. Trust me, Maura. Just relax, because I’m gonna make you fly.” Then she dove in again, and Maura cried out, and Jane kept her promise and made Maura fly.
Much later, they lay cuddled together, and Jane leaned down to kiss Maura’s forehead. “I will always keep you safe, Maura,” she whispered. “I don’t care what it takes.”
“I know, Jane,” Maura whispered back, holding her tightly. “I know you will.”
--end--