Fic: I Feel It All (Jane/Maura)
NOTE: The awkward moment when you realise you're only trying on a supergay Superdry shirt because the cute shop assistant keeps eye-fucking you.
Also, we went out last night to celebrate one of my best friend's birthdays and oh my, cocktails are not good for me. 3-course meal and 5 drinks into the night and I was ON THE FLOOR. I don't know what the fuck they put in those cosmos but it did not agree with my stomach. It doesn't help when you're the only gay in the group and all your straight chick-friends start hitting on you. Uncomfortable.
And um, since when did I start being attracted to butches? Not to offend but tbh, they always used to scare the Jesus out of me and I mean, if I want to be with a woman, I'll be with, y'know...someone who looks like a woman. How wrong was I? Now, well, FUCK YES.
How things change...
Yoinked from: http://fyjaneandmaura.tumblr.com
Title: I Feel It All
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Pairing: Maura Isles/Jane Rizzoli
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jane knows how to fuck. She wants to show Maura a different way.
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
“Is this what you wanted?” Jane toys with a tendril of Maura’s hair, glowing in the palm of her hand as it tangles with the firelight.
Maura leans back against her. She inhales quietly- Jane doesn’t hear it but it makes her arm rise and she instinctively wraps it tighter around Maura’s waist.
“Yes. Thank you. For tonight. And everything else.”
Jane grins, tilting her head just so, running her eager eyes over Maura’s profile, the slight glisten of her lips, the small crease where normally there’s a dimple, the dark, intent eyes, focused unwaveringly on the roaring fire just feet away. She marvels at the flawless slope of the front of Maura’s neck and swallows the urge to bite into it. The thought alone makes her dizzy.
“You owe me,” she husks out in a half-laugh, playfully nipping at Maura’s ear, grinning at the way Maura’s whole body trembles, nose scrunching, a shoulder automatically shrugging to fend off more tickling kisses.
“I do?”
There’s that innocence again. Maura knows perfectly well what she’s doing and Jane’s nothing if not cunning.
“Yes,” underneath the blanket, she walks her fingers over Maura’s bare thigh and feels her squirm, “I got the candles…the wine…cooked-”
“Called Lucciano’s,” Maura smiles; turns to place a soft kiss on Jane’s jaw.
“Yeah, and I hate pineapple.”
Never before had she seen herself as the type to spend the night listening to Marvin Gaye, drinking Merlot and of course, adding what she hoped was that undeniable Rizzoli charm by phoning the nearest take-out.
She certainly hadn’t envisioned herself ‘rolling around on the floor, making sweet love in the deep luminescence of a fire’. Aside from in trashy coffee-table literature, people didn’t actually do that, did they? It wasn’t the first time Maura had proven her wrong.
“Oh, well in that case, thank you Jane. I appreciate you risking your digestive state to appease me.”
“Aw come on, you make me sound like a total jackass.”
Maura traces over Jane’s knuckles and places her hand over Jane’s own, guiding it a little higher, lazily but with purpose nonetheless, fingers lacing and squeezing. “You’re not a jackass Jane.” Her eyes flutter shut and Jane can’t help dying a little inside. The woman’s adorable, sweet, undeniably beautiful.
She kisses the tip of Maura’s nose; then her mouth, harder, insistently, the subtle rise of a hip just under the pad of her thumb. Maura’s skin’s still a little flushed, a little wet; the scent of it swims through Jane’s senses, musky and sweet and salty on her tongue. She pulls Maura flush against her; dips her head to taste the side of her neck, around to the contour of her vertebra, tongue flicking out just beneath her hairline.
“Jane.”
“Hmm,” Jane smoothes her free hand up the flat plane of Maura’s stomach, muscles tense in the wake of her touch, all the way to the delicious, steep incline of her chest. She runs a finger between her breasts, straightening her palm flat across Maura’s sternum. The heartbeat she finds there is fast, regular, Maura’s ribs rising and falling steadily with each breath. When she slips her left hand into the warm juncture of Maura’s thighs, she’s greeted by slickness that makes her mouth water.
“Fuck, Maur,” she sighs, burying her face into Maura’s hair, squeezing her eyes shut at the way Maura instantly sags against her, tilting her hips up. Her fingers slip deeper and the throbbing within her turns staccato, twisting her insides out until she’s aching.
Maura lifts her hand; blindly wraps fingers around the wrist just underneath her chin as she anticipates another thrust to pin her firmly against Jane. Strong legs flex on either side of her, Jane’s knees bent so that, if she weren't so weak, she’d consider resting her elbows on them. Instead she strokes lazy fingertips over the smooth skin of Jane’s outer thighs, absently raking nails as soon as she reaches firm muscle.
“Maura,” Jane hisses, angling the back of her thumb so it brushes just the way Maura needs it and she’s almost falling apart, almost begging, almost there. “You going to let me make you come?”
The low, breathless moan that hiccups out of Maura makes Jane want to kiss her and fuck her brains out all the same. She grabs Maura’s jaw and pulls it towards her, denying her the kiss she readies for, dodging down to lick the sheen of sweat at her shoulder.
She contemplates seeing how much Maura will take, how long it’ll take, for her to start gasping for mercy, to be totally and completely consumed. She always had liked being a little rough. She scrapes her teeth over Maura’s shoulder blade, watching her back arch in ecstasy, droplets rolling down her neck.
But then Maura’s straining against her and whispering ‘Jane, please’ and there’s nothing left, not when Maura’s this trusting, this absolutely relaxed, but for Jane to fall slave to her desires. So she shifts, allowing Maura’s head to lull back onto her chest. She whispers into her ear, places firm kisses on her cheek, brushes toes against toes as Maura’s curl, warm pleasure washing over her.
“Oh, Jane.”
Jane moves damp hair over Maura’s shoulder, nuzzling the back of her head as the body in her arms begins to settle, growing heavier, loose.
“Oh my…”
“Yeah,” Jane husks. She leans back, pulling Maura gently with her so they can lie on the warm rug.
When Maura weakly turns, shuffling into her side, Jane takes a deep breath and wipes her forehead with the back of her hand.
“Holy shit.”
“Jane?” Maura rests her head against her fist, hair falling around her face, making her glow. It’s moments like this that Jane wishes she were a poet or a play-write or at least remotely good with her words.
“I fucking love doing that, y’know?”
Maura looks at her quizzically, rolling on top of her, the blanket discarded in a pool on the floor beside them. She’s gloriously naked, bodies slipping against each other. Jane runs her hands along thighs and up a waist.
“Fucking you,” Jane clarifies. The words come out harsh and clipped and she immediately winces, tugging Maura’s leg over her so she’s being straddled.
“Oh.”
She sits back up, placing Maura’s arms around her neck, “Making you come,” she closes her eyes, leaning in by heart, finding Maura’s mouth before she’s even had time to picture it behind her eyelids. “Knowing you’re mine.” Hands run through her hair and Jane sighs, dipping her head to press her nose under Maura’s chin, “I love you.”
“I know you do Jane.”
“Do you? Really? ‘Cause…sometimes it feels like I just…can’t find a way to show it enough.”
“You’re doing fine,” Maura gives her the sweetest smile and Jane slips her palms under her backside, pulling her so very close. She feels Maura’s hands come to rest on her shoulders, thumbs stroking back and forth.
“Yeah?”
The reply comes in the form of a light kiss, a tender collision of noses.
“More than fine.”
“Sure you do. You’re Maura Isles. Of course you know,” Jane chuckles, leaning to kiss the top of Maura’s heated chest.
Maura looks down, kissing her crown and cradling the back of her head, “I love you too Jane, so very much.”
Jane caresses the inside of her elbow, her wrist. She playfully tangles fingers into honey-brown hair, tugging it lightly so Maura’s head tips back and she can lavish the exposed skin with more hot, open-mouthed, butterfly kisses.
“I’ll learn to show you better, I swear, I’m workin’ on it.”
Then Jane envelopes her in a fierce, firm hold and Maura thinks that, yes, this is as good a start as any.
Also, we went out last night to celebrate one of my best friend's birthdays and oh my, cocktails are not good for me. 3-course meal and 5 drinks into the night and I was ON THE FLOOR. I don't know what the fuck they put in those cosmos but it did not agree with my stomach. It doesn't help when you're the only gay in the group and all your straight chick-friends start hitting on you. Uncomfortable.
And um, since when did I start being attracted to butches? Not to offend but tbh, they always used to scare the Jesus out of me and I mean, if I want to be with a woman, I'll be with, y'know...someone who looks like a woman. How wrong was I? Now, well, FUCK YES.
How things change...
Yoinked from: http://fyjaneandmaura.tumblr.com
Title: I Feel It All
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Pairing: Maura Isles/Jane Rizzoli
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jane knows how to fuck. She wants to show Maura a different way.
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
“Is this what you wanted?” Jane toys with a tendril of Maura’s hair, glowing in the palm of her hand as it tangles with the firelight.
Maura leans back against her. She inhales quietly- Jane doesn’t hear it but it makes her arm rise and she instinctively wraps it tighter around Maura’s waist.
“Yes. Thank you. For tonight. And everything else.”
Jane grins, tilting her head just so, running her eager eyes over Maura’s profile, the slight glisten of her lips, the small crease where normally there’s a dimple, the dark, intent eyes, focused unwaveringly on the roaring fire just feet away. She marvels at the flawless slope of the front of Maura’s neck and swallows the urge to bite into it. The thought alone makes her dizzy.
“You owe me,” she husks out in a half-laugh, playfully nipping at Maura’s ear, grinning at the way Maura’s whole body trembles, nose scrunching, a shoulder automatically shrugging to fend off more tickling kisses.
“I do?”
There’s that innocence again. Maura knows perfectly well what she’s doing and Jane’s nothing if not cunning.
“Yes,” underneath the blanket, she walks her fingers over Maura’s bare thigh and feels her squirm, “I got the candles…the wine…cooked-”
“Called Lucciano’s,” Maura smiles; turns to place a soft kiss on Jane’s jaw.
“Yeah, and I hate pineapple.”
Never before had she seen herself as the type to spend the night listening to Marvin Gaye, drinking Merlot and of course, adding what she hoped was that undeniable Rizzoli charm by phoning the nearest take-out.
She certainly hadn’t envisioned herself ‘rolling around on the floor, making sweet love in the deep luminescence of a fire’. Aside from in trashy coffee-table literature, people didn’t actually do that, did they? It wasn’t the first time Maura had proven her wrong.
“Oh, well in that case, thank you Jane. I appreciate you risking your digestive state to appease me.”
“Aw come on, you make me sound like a total jackass.”
Maura traces over Jane’s knuckles and places her hand over Jane’s own, guiding it a little higher, lazily but with purpose nonetheless, fingers lacing and squeezing. “You’re not a jackass Jane.” Her eyes flutter shut and Jane can’t help dying a little inside. The woman’s adorable, sweet, undeniably beautiful.
She kisses the tip of Maura’s nose; then her mouth, harder, insistently, the subtle rise of a hip just under the pad of her thumb. Maura’s skin’s still a little flushed, a little wet; the scent of it swims through Jane’s senses, musky and sweet and salty on her tongue. She pulls Maura flush against her; dips her head to taste the side of her neck, around to the contour of her vertebra, tongue flicking out just beneath her hairline.
“Jane.”
“Hmm,” Jane smoothes her free hand up the flat plane of Maura’s stomach, muscles tense in the wake of her touch, all the way to the delicious, steep incline of her chest. She runs a finger between her breasts, straightening her palm flat across Maura’s sternum. The heartbeat she finds there is fast, regular, Maura’s ribs rising and falling steadily with each breath. When she slips her left hand into the warm juncture of Maura’s thighs, she’s greeted by slickness that makes her mouth water.
“Fuck, Maur,” she sighs, burying her face into Maura’s hair, squeezing her eyes shut at the way Maura instantly sags against her, tilting her hips up. Her fingers slip deeper and the throbbing within her turns staccato, twisting her insides out until she’s aching.
Maura lifts her hand; blindly wraps fingers around the wrist just underneath her chin as she anticipates another thrust to pin her firmly against Jane. Strong legs flex on either side of her, Jane’s knees bent so that, if she weren't so weak, she’d consider resting her elbows on them. Instead she strokes lazy fingertips over the smooth skin of Jane’s outer thighs, absently raking nails as soon as she reaches firm muscle.
“Maura,” Jane hisses, angling the back of her thumb so it brushes just the way Maura needs it and she’s almost falling apart, almost begging, almost there. “You going to let me make you come?”
The low, breathless moan that hiccups out of Maura makes Jane want to kiss her and fuck her brains out all the same. She grabs Maura’s jaw and pulls it towards her, denying her the kiss she readies for, dodging down to lick the sheen of sweat at her shoulder.
She contemplates seeing how much Maura will take, how long it’ll take, for her to start gasping for mercy, to be totally and completely consumed. She always had liked being a little rough. She scrapes her teeth over Maura’s shoulder blade, watching her back arch in ecstasy, droplets rolling down her neck.
But then Maura’s straining against her and whispering ‘Jane, please’ and there’s nothing left, not when Maura’s this trusting, this absolutely relaxed, but for Jane to fall slave to her desires. So she shifts, allowing Maura’s head to lull back onto her chest. She whispers into her ear, places firm kisses on her cheek, brushes toes against toes as Maura’s curl, warm pleasure washing over her.
“Oh, Jane.”
Jane moves damp hair over Maura’s shoulder, nuzzling the back of her head as the body in her arms begins to settle, growing heavier, loose.
“Oh my…”
“Yeah,” Jane husks. She leans back, pulling Maura gently with her so they can lie on the warm rug.
When Maura weakly turns, shuffling into her side, Jane takes a deep breath and wipes her forehead with the back of her hand.
“Holy shit.”
“Jane?” Maura rests her head against her fist, hair falling around her face, making her glow. It’s moments like this that Jane wishes she were a poet or a play-write or at least remotely good with her words.
“I fucking love doing that, y’know?”
Maura looks at her quizzically, rolling on top of her, the blanket discarded in a pool on the floor beside them. She’s gloriously naked, bodies slipping against each other. Jane runs her hands along thighs and up a waist.
“Fucking you,” Jane clarifies. The words come out harsh and clipped and she immediately winces, tugging Maura’s leg over her so she’s being straddled.
“Oh.”
She sits back up, placing Maura’s arms around her neck, “Making you come,” she closes her eyes, leaning in by heart, finding Maura’s mouth before she’s even had time to picture it behind her eyelids. “Knowing you’re mine.” Hands run through her hair and Jane sighs, dipping her head to press her nose under Maura’s chin, “I love you.”
“I know you do Jane.”
“Do you? Really? ‘Cause…sometimes it feels like I just…can’t find a way to show it enough.”
“You’re doing fine,” Maura gives her the sweetest smile and Jane slips her palms under her backside, pulling her so very close. She feels Maura’s hands come to rest on her shoulders, thumbs stroking back and forth.
“Yeah?”
The reply comes in the form of a light kiss, a tender collision of noses.
“More than fine.”
“Sure you do. You’re Maura Isles. Of course you know,” Jane chuckles, leaning to kiss the top of Maura’s heated chest.
Maura looks down, kissing her crown and cradling the back of her head, “I love you too Jane, so very much.”
Jane caresses the inside of her elbow, her wrist. She playfully tangles fingers into honey-brown hair, tugging it lightly so Maura’s head tips back and she can lavish the exposed skin with more hot, open-mouthed, butterfly kisses.
“I’ll learn to show you better, I swear, I’m workin’ on it.”
Then Jane envelopes her in a fierce, firm hold and Maura thinks that, yes, this is as good a start as any.