fanfic: Intellectual stimulation
Title: Intellectual stimulation
Author: sydneygirl1903
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Maura/Jane
Word Count: 4.387
Summary: This is what happens if Maura makes Jane watch the National Geographic Channel. Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author’s Note: This may not be appropriate to read at work. Consider yourself warned. The plan was just to write a short smut drabble. But along the way I got carried away and added some love. Also, I kind of dedicate this to wittymoron because somehow she has been my muse for this one. Special thanks to me new friend stitchm for being my beta. And most importantly: Enjoy. Feedback will be very much appreciated since this is my first Rizzolo & Isles fic.
Why she agreed to this, she couldn’t remember. This sure was torture, pure and intentional torture. Ok, maybe not intentional. But still. Jane silently cursed herself for not being able to resist her girlfriend. Her beautiful, perfect girlfriend, whose entire attention was focused on the TV. Jane tried to remember the events that led to the agony she was in now. True, she was fully aware of the fact that there could be worse things than being incredibly aroused, but with no chance of release, she had no idea how much longer she could take this. She wondered how this happened.
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Jane catches herself humming some random, but very upbeat melody. She smiles and shakes her head in silent disbelief. She sure has changed since she started going out with Maura. And right now she was happy. Really happy. And why shouldn’t she? She was looking forward to an evening at home with her girlfriend. Her plan was to grab some dinner on their way home, tonight she felt like having Thai food, and after that she fully intended to seduce Maura. If that didn’t qualify as a perfect evening she didn’t know what would. She steps out of the elevator, still humming, confident steps taking her to her destination. When she opens the door to the morgue her eyes immediately catch a glimpse of blonde hair and Jane’s smile grows wider. She pauses for a minute to take in the gorgeous figure in front of her before she softly clears her throat.
“Jane.” Maura exclaims with obvious joy in her voice, giving Jane a perfect smile. A smile that makes Jane’s heart beat faster. “I’ve been waiting for you. We have to hurry up. There is a documentary on the National Geographic Channel tonight I really want to watch.”
And there goes Jane’s excitement.
“The what?,” a little disappointed at the sound of this, Jane let out a puff of air, “Maura, didn’t we just watch a documentary last week? Again? Seriously?” She can see her seductive plan vanish into thin air.
“No, Jane,” Maura says matter-of-factly, “Last week we watched the History Channel and it was a documentary about the Middle Ages. This is the National Geographic Channel and it’s a documentary about the Hopi language.”
“Same difference.” Jane can’t help but pout a little. This is disappointing and clearly not how she had imagined the evening would go. “And frankly, I didn’t really care about the people in the Middle Ages and I don’t really care about some extinct African language.”
“Actually,” Maura begins to explain, switching into her science explanation voice, “the Hopi language is a native language of North America, still spoken by a couple of thousand people in Arizona. The linguist Benjamin Lee Whorf based his Linguistic Relativity Hypothesis, more commonly known as the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, partly on his research of the Hopi language. He argued that differences in the way languages encode cultural and cognitive categories, affect the way people think, so that speakers of different languages think and behave differently because of it. Today however…”
“Maura, stop! Please. I didn’t understand half of the words you just used.”
“But, I was just going to explain…” Maura tried again.
“Please don’t. It’s just gonna hurt my brain.”
“Why do you keep saying things like that Jane. You are a very intelligent woman. If you would only…”
Maura is interrupted mid-sentence, when the taller, dark haired woman, gently presses her lips on hers. Immediately, Maura lets out a little moan and parts her lips to welcome Jane’s tongue into her mouth. Jane sighs into the kiss, quietly congratulating herself for silencing Maura.
When Jane breaks the kiss, she leans in to whisper into Maura’s ear. “I really had different plans for tonight, you know.” Her voice the husky tone she knows Maura loves so much. “Can’t we just tivo it or something?”
“Jaaaaaane.”
By the sound of Maura’s voice, Jane immediately can tell she is in trouble. She knows she won’t be able to say no. But she is not willing to give up without a fight. If she has to sit through another one of those documentaries there has to be something in it for her.
“You really want to watch this, huh?” she asks.
Maura nods. “Yes, I really do. But you know,” she starts, “if you watch it with me, if you do me that favor, I might be persuaded to do you a favor in return.”
Inside her head Jane dances a little victory dance and high-fives herself when she hears Maura utter those words. “Why, Dr. Isles,” Jane smirks at the smaller woman in front of her, “what kind of favor would that be?”
“Well, Detective Rizzoli,” Now it’s Maura’s turn to lean into Jane, bringing her lips as close as possible to her lover’s ear. “Any favor you want,” she purrs. “Any. Favor. You. Want.”
Jane’s breath hitches a little and she swallows hard. Yes, this was what she was going for. That she can work with.
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Yes, that’s how it happened. If she had only known then what she knew now.
On their way home they just had enough time to stop for the Thai food Jane had craved the whole day. At least here she got what she wanted. Now they were sitting on the sofa in Maura’s house, watching that damn documentary. Jane really wanted to try. For Maura. But she failed miserably.
But to be fair, it wasn’t really her fault.
She had been the first one to slump into the couch, trying to get comfortable, when Maura entered the living room with a glass of wine in one hand for herself and a bottle of beer in her other hand for Jane. It all started with Maura standing right in front of Jane, giving her a perfect view of her perfect behind. And of course, she had to bend over just a little bit to position the beverages on the living room table. Yes, living room tables are closer to the ground. Therefore she had to lean forward just enough to really catch Jane’s attention. Naturally, she was perfectly oblivious to the effect that had on Jane. The usually so observant Maura Isles, the woman who could easily keep up with any FBI profiler from the Behavioral Analysis Unit, was completely unaware of the emotions she stirred in her girlfriend at that point.
“Uhm, Maura?” Jane cleared her throat, trying to get the blonde’s attention. “Do you have to stand in front of me like THIS? I mean come on.”
“In front of you? Like what?” Jane registered obvious signs of confusion in Maura’s voice.
“Well, if you want me to sit through this documentary about some Asian language with you, you cannot, I repeat, you can NOT, you know, move your perfect little ass in my face like that.”
Maura turned around to look at Jane, opening her mouth to speak. “Jane, it is not about an Asian language, it is a native language of…” She stopped as soon as she understood, her lips breaking into a huge smile. Her girlfriend was aroused. Now she could also see her dilated pupils. In retrospective she now even realized the lower and huskier register of her girlfriend’s voice.
“Aw, Jane.”
“Don’t you aww Jane me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just did this on purpose. But since you can’t lie.” Jane replied with a pouty face that almost made Maura give in. Almost. There was plenty of time after the documentary to have her way with Jane.
“Come on Jane, you might actually enjoy this.” Maura gave Jane a hopeful glance.
“Hm, somehow I really doubt that,” Jane scoffed, “But you are so lucky I really like you.”
“I am the luckiest woman on this planet. Now make some room.” With those words, Maura spread her girlfriend’s legs, turned around and settled herself in between them, grabbing one leg with each of her hands, tugging them around her waist and leaning her back against Jane’s front. Jane rolled her eyes, sending silent prayers to who or whatever might hear them, pleading to give her the willpower to get through this.
But after only 15 minutes Jane began to wonder if someone had heard her pleas. Her legs were still wrapped around Maura’s waist, her feet resting on her girlfriend’s thighs. In the past 15 minutes, Maura had completely settled into Jane’s arms, her head lying on Jane’s shoulder so that the brunette woman, on more than one occasion, caught a whiff of this ridiculously amazing scented blonde hair. Above all, Jane was almost painfully aware of Maura’s body pressed against her breast and into her center. Every time Maura only slightly shifted her position it created a friction that let Jane shiver. Her blood rushing into the one part of her body over which, when it came to Maura, she didn’t really have any control.
Of course, now Maura had to lean her head to the right, exposing the delicate skin of her neck. Oh, to hell with it Jane thought. I don’t see why I shouldn’t have some fun either. Softly she blew a little air on her girlfriend’s neck and immediately she saw goose bumps appear on Maura’s skin.
“Jaaaane?!”
“Hm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Uhm, watching some documentary about some Australian language?”
“Jane!”
The brunette giggled. “Yeah yeah, Native American.”
“Oh, so you are indeed paying attention?!” Maura couldn’t completely keep the surprise out of her voice.
“Don’t sound so shocked. I can multitask.”
“Multitask? What else are you doing?” Yep, Maura was intrigued. She had a feeling of where this would be going. Why on earth was she, when it came to Jane, so very easily distracted?
“Oh, just, you know, thinking about the various ways in which I could make you shiver by touching you.”
Jane heard Maura take in a deep breath. That’s a start she thought to herself, now gently kissing Maura’s neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses all the way to the blonde woman’s earlobe. Jane could feel the change in Maura. Satisfied with this first little reaction she evoked from her lover Jane got bolder. Her hands started to trace affectionate patterns down Maura’s arms, resting her hands on the other woman’s hands, gently intertwining their fingers, while still kissing her neck.
“Hmmm, Jane.” Maura let out a row of soft moans. “Jane, you are supposed to concentrate on the TV.”
“Oh, but I am,” came Jane’s breathy response. “Among other things at least.”
“You are?” Maura asked. Clearly in doubt, but also enjoying her lover’s touch and kisses on her skin too much. “Prove it,” she demanded with a hint of challenge swinging in her voice.
“You want proof? So I take it you don’t trust me?” Jane responded with a grin. “Weeeeeeell,” she continued, her hands wandering back up Maura’s arms, over her shoulders, down her front, stroking the silky fabric of the blouse. “The Hopi Language today is still spoken in the State of Arizona.” Jane unbuttoned Maura’s blouse, giving her the possibility to gently caress that breathtaking cleavage. “It can be distinguished into three major dialects, the First Mesa dialect, Second and Third Mesa dialect.” She undid two more buttons of Maura’s blouse, exposing more delicate skin to cool air, thus eliciting a number of small groans from the woman sitting between her legs. “The Hopi reservation is situated in the north-east of Arizona, entirely surrounded by the Navajo reservation.” The blouse was now completely unbuttoned, giving Jane absolute access to the exposed skin of Maura’s belly. “Hopi is an Uto-Aztecan language, which means it is a distant relative to Nahuatl, the language spoken by the Aztecs, and still spoken by their descendants in Mexico today in the high valley in and around Mexico City.” Both of Jane’s hands were now grazing up and down Maura’s toned stomach, consistently getting closer to the hem of Maura’s skirt. “The Hopi language became better known through the research and work of the linguist Benjamin Lee Whorf who used the Hopi language to exemplify his argument that one's world-view is affected by one's language and vice-versa, also known as the Linguistic Relativity Hypothesis, or more commonly known as the Sapir-Whorf-Hypothesis.” Jane pushed her fingers past the hem of her lover’s skirt now, but stopped before she could reach Maura’s sex making her push forward her hips, craving more contact.
The combination of her girlfriend reciting some scientific facts and her hands roaming her body had an effect on Maura she never thought would be possible. She had completely given up on paying attention to the documentary by now, her mind too focused on the sensations invading her senses, her skin burning where Jane had touched her and from where the touch was now desperately missed, her center almost throbbing painfully craving physical contact, protesting against neglect.
“Jane,” Maura now almost begged, “Please, I need you to touch me. I need to feel you.”
So when Maura heard Jane’s raspy voice moaning into her ear “Take off your skirt,” she obliged without hesitation. The cool air on her heated skin increased her arousal and desire almost to the unbearable. “More.” Jane’s hoarse voice reached Maura’s ear. “I want to see all of you.” Once again Maura obeyed.
Jane’s hands had been roaming the blonde woman’s skin for a good 20 minutes now, leaving out not an inch of Maura’s exquisite body. Well, maybe except maybe one part. Jane was fully aware of that and it took all her strengths to keep this up. Not once had Jane touched Maura where she longed to be touched the most. For the blonde woman between Jane’s legs this was becoming almost excruciatingly painful. The brunette had no doubt that her girlfriend wasn’t far from going insane. The anticipation and the desperate need for release, Jane was certain, were now nearly unbearable for Maura. But Jane had no intention of touching Maura where she longed for it the most. Not yet at least. Her plan for tonight was a different one.
Jane propped herself up in a more upright position, just enough that Maura could still comfortably be lying between her legs, but also giving Jane the perfect view down her girlfriend’s gorgeous body. Jane’s right hand wandered from her lover’s shoulder down her arm, reaching for her hand, gently guiding it towards Maura’s center.
“Jane?” Maura asked, not knowing yet, what the woman behind her was going for.
“Yes, Maura?”
“What are you doing? I really need you to touch me. I don’t think I can take this any longer.”
“Tonight, we are playing this my way. You remember you promised me a favor if I watched this with you?”
“Uh huh.” was all Maura managed to respond through heavy breathing, her brain functions already reduced to a minimum, leaving only the basic functions running control over her body.
“Well,” Jane replied, not less aroused than Maura. It had really taken all the discipline she could muster to not reach for Maura’s heated and aroused sex. Every time she felt how wet Maura got for her it sent her mind into overdrive. Knowing she was being the one making this usually so controlled woman losing her mind, smelling the mesmerizing scent of Maura’s arousal, was intoxicating.
“Maura,” Jane whispered into her lover’s ear, in a slow pace guiding Maura’s hand further. “I want to watch you while you make yourself come. Can you do that for me? Can you come for me?”
Jane had imagined a scene like this many times before, and when Maura had granted her ANY favor, she knew tonight would be the night where her fantasies would become reality.
“Oh god, Jane,” Maura groaned. The thought of a beautiful woman watching her while she made herself come immediately sent electricity flying through her body. “I have one little request to add though,” Maura moaned. “While I make myself come for you, Jane, I want you to let your hand rest on mine, so I can pretend it’s you who’s making me come.”
Jane swallowed hard, her mouth all of a sudden almost to dry to speak. What came out was a hoarse whisper. “Please come for me, baby.” And with that she pushed their hands into her lover’s wetness, without being the one actually touching. When the physical contact she had been anticipating for what seems like hours finally became reality, it sent Maura’s world tumbling upside down. For a minute she even forgot to breathe and only the lack of oxygen reaching her lungs made her aware of that. Unconsciously she jerked her hips upward towards her and Jane’s hands. Her hips rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm while her finger applied a gentle but also firm pressure on her clit. Feeling Jane’s digits lightly grazing the back of her hand, mimicking the movements of her own hand was so unbelievably arousing that she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back long, even if her life depended on it.
Jane’s legs, still tightly wrapped around Maura’s waist, pulled her as closely as possible. Maura could feel Jane’s breast pressed against her through the soft fabric of their clothes. This only added to the intensity of emotions and feelings she was presently experiencing. She could already sense the early signs of her approaching orgasm; she felt the distinctive tingling in her toes, the want and desire she felt deep inside her heated center were turning her body into a trembling mess. She felt light headed, due to ragged and shallow breathing. Filling her lungs with enough oxygen was once again becoming an issue of concern. Through the daze of her clouded mind, she was faintly aware of Jane’s sex pressed into her back, she could almost feel the damp heat emanating from there. And more than that, she noticed Jane’s distinctive scent of arousal. It was exhilarating.
“Oooohgooodjane. I am so close.”
Jane herself quite couldn’t believe how insanely erotic this was. Something like this? She had never ever experienced before and she was so close to falling over the edge herself without even being touched.
The view of the panting and moaning woman between her legs was almost too much for her brain to handle. Once again her eyes travelled down her girlfriend’s stunning body. For a second time her breath got caught in her throat when she saw what lay there. The only items of clothing left to cover Maura’s delicate figure were a black lacy bra and a white blouse, long unbuttoned; now loosely hanging around her arms. The lower half of her lover’s body exposed to the air surrounding it, leaving very little to the imagination.
In her position Jane had the perfect outlook on Maura’s flawlessly formed thighs. They were spread just wide enough to allow access to both their hands. Just watching Maura touch herself would surely have been enough for Jane, but having her hand moving in unity with the blonde’s simply doubled the pleasure of this encounter. Maura’s hips rocking back and forth, her back pressed against Jane’s front, against the fabric of her pants, her already soaked panties against her clit were creating a friction of which she never thought that this alone could make her come. However, from what she was feeling now, she very possibly would be proven wrong soon. When she heard Maura telling her how close she was there was only one thought left in her mind. She wanted to see Maura come for her.
No. She NEEDED Maura to come for her. It felt like she had never needed anything this bad in her life ever before.
“Maura,” she moaned, “you look so fucking hot right now. Come for me, please.”
And that was really all the encouragement Maura needed. The next stroke of her fingers over her sensitive nub sent her over the edge, she felt her inner walls clench as her body began to shake uncontrollably.
As soon as Jane felt Maura begin to quiver she lost all the self-control she so far managed to keep. She needed to feel her, needed to fuck her. Those were her last coherent thoughts before she pushed her hand past Maura’s, two fingers entering her without warning. Simultaneously she thrust her hips forward into Maura’s back. One thrust of her digits, one thrust of her hips pushing forward plus the sensation of friction, and she came. She came fast and hard, left completely out of breath when the sudden and full force of her orgasm hit her. That was new. Something like this had never happened before.
Maura was totally taken by surprise by Jane’s sudden “attack”. She felt her walls clench again around Jane’s fingers which added a new sensation to her pleasure, her left hand grabbing Jane’s thigh forcefully, in desperate need to hold on to something while she rode out the waves of her climax.
After their orgasms subsided only slowly did they begin to regain some control over their muscles and breathing. It took them a while though to be able to move again. Even if they had reclaimed physical control over their bodies, their minds couldn’t quite grasp what had just happened.
Jane removed her fingers from Maura, not being able to resist the urge to gently graze her clit again, thus making Maura flinch, her sensitive nub almost over stimulated by the delight and joy she just experienced. The blonde woman shifted in her position to turn around half way to meet Jane’s eyes. Almost in disbelief, she raised the question “Did you just…?.” Jane gave her a satisfied smile combined with a nod. “Wow, that was…” Maura continued.
“Intense?” Jane completed Maura’s sentence.
“To say the least.” Maura replied with a satisfied grin plastered on her lips. “But you know,” she raised her eyes to meet Jane’s again and said teasingly, “Technically you didn’t watch the documentary with me. So I don’t really owe you a favor.”
“Well, no, maybe not. But who’s fault was that to begin with, hm?”
Maura shot Jane an innocent look and said “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Jane. Are you implying that I had ANYthing to with this?”
“Of course not,” mockery and irony obvious in Jane’s voice. “You are as innocent as a child that still believes in Santa. You, flaunting your perfect little ass in front of me, had nothing to do with it. And the fact that you constantly rubbed your back against my front didn’t ‘bother’ me at all.”
Maura smiled genuinely. “Jane.” She spoke softly, her voice filled with love.
This simple utterance of her name and a flash of realization rushed through Jane’s brain, phasing out the rest of the words voiced by Maura. This is when Jane understood something, when she suddenly saw it with so much lucidity. It became as clear to her as the air after a refreshing summer rain, when everything has cooled down and becomes calm. That’s how she felt now. Calm and relaxed. And what astonished her even more was that it wasn’t terrifying in any way.
Once more Jane lost herself in those beautiful hazel brown eyes and she simply knew this could possibly be the one to last. Jane definitely was no one to use the words ‘forever’ or ‘eternity’; she knew better than that. She had seen many horrors in this world and what people who are supposed to love each other do to their loved ones. But she knew she wanted THIS to last. That much she could say with absolute confidence.
“Jane?” The sound of Maura’s voice made her snap out of her daze and brought her back to the here and now. “Where did you just go, Jane? You haven’t said anything in a few minutes. You look like you just had an epiphany.”
Jane gave Maura a puzzled look making Maura believe that Jane didn’t know what she just had said, so Maura started to explain. “You know, an epiphany, like…” Puzzlement changed into determination.
“I love you,” she said.
Three simple words, if standing on their own. But putting them together, they become one of the most powerful sentences in the world, just through syntax and semantics. In this particular case they had the power to make Maura freeze. Not because she was shocked, well, she kind of was, but in the best possible way. She froze because she was absolutely startled that Jane was the one verbalizing them first.
When Jane felt Maura freeze panic rose inside her chest. But only for a split second, only till she saw the emotions displayed in Maura’s hazel eyes. Jane looked at the woman in front of her and saw her brown eyes water.
“Oh, Maura,” she exclaimed. “Please don’t cry. This is supposed to be a good thing.”
“It is a good thing, Jane. It is.” Maura answered.
Jane raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Then why do you look like you are about to let the waterworks loose?”
“Because,” Maura said, “Sometimes I find it hard to believe someone could actually really love me with all my quirks, oddities and social awkwardness.”
“Are you telling me,” Jane teasingly replied, “That the usually so self-confident appearing Dr. Isles does have issues with her self-esteem from time to time?”
“Don’t be so surprised, Jane. You of all people should by now know that I don’t let just anybody see this side of me. You are an exception to the rule.”
“Why me?,” Jane inquired, sensing the answer already, but nevertheless, she needed to hear it.
“Because I love you, too.”
“Come here.” Jane said, pulling Maura closer, their lips meeting for a sweet kiss. Jane reached for the blanket behind her to cover Maura’s still half naked body, embracing her tightly in her arms.
“I think there might still be half an hour left of that documentary about that Hawaiian language left.” Jane chuckles.
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The picture you would be seeing now, if you were merely a by standing observer of this scene, would be that of unflawed contentment and satisfaction. Two women, in total awareness of the luck they had finding each other.
Author: sydneygirl1903
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Maura/Jane
Word Count: 4.387
Summary: This is what happens if Maura makes Jane watch the National Geographic Channel. Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author’s Note: This may not be appropriate to read at work. Consider yourself warned. The plan was just to write a short smut drabble. But along the way I got carried away and added some love. Also, I kind of dedicate this to wittymoron because somehow she has been my muse for this one. Special thanks to me new friend stitchm for being my beta. And most importantly: Enjoy. Feedback will be very much appreciated since this is my first Rizzolo & Isles fic.
Why she agreed to this, she couldn’t remember. This sure was torture, pure and intentional torture. Ok, maybe not intentional. But still. Jane silently cursed herself for not being able to resist her girlfriend. Her beautiful, perfect girlfriend, whose entire attention was focused on the TV. Jane tried to remember the events that led to the agony she was in now. True, she was fully aware of the fact that there could be worse things than being incredibly aroused, but with no chance of release, she had no idea how much longer she could take this. She wondered how this happened.
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Jane catches herself humming some random, but very upbeat melody. She smiles and shakes her head in silent disbelief. She sure has changed since she started going out with Maura. And right now she was happy. Really happy. And why shouldn’t she? She was looking forward to an evening at home with her girlfriend. Her plan was to grab some dinner on their way home, tonight she felt like having Thai food, and after that she fully intended to seduce Maura. If that didn’t qualify as a perfect evening she didn’t know what would. She steps out of the elevator, still humming, confident steps taking her to her destination. When she opens the door to the morgue her eyes immediately catch a glimpse of blonde hair and Jane’s smile grows wider. She pauses for a minute to take in the gorgeous figure in front of her before she softly clears her throat.
“Jane.” Maura exclaims with obvious joy in her voice, giving Jane a perfect smile. A smile that makes Jane’s heart beat faster. “I’ve been waiting for you. We have to hurry up. There is a documentary on the National Geographic Channel tonight I really want to watch.”
And there goes Jane’s excitement.
“The what?,” a little disappointed at the sound of this, Jane let out a puff of air, “Maura, didn’t we just watch a documentary last week? Again? Seriously?” She can see her seductive plan vanish into thin air.
“No, Jane,” Maura says matter-of-factly, “Last week we watched the History Channel and it was a documentary about the Middle Ages. This is the National Geographic Channel and it’s a documentary about the Hopi language.”
“Same difference.” Jane can’t help but pout a little. This is disappointing and clearly not how she had imagined the evening would go. “And frankly, I didn’t really care about the people in the Middle Ages and I don’t really care about some extinct African language.”
“Actually,” Maura begins to explain, switching into her science explanation voice, “the Hopi language is a native language of North America, still spoken by a couple of thousand people in Arizona. The linguist Benjamin Lee Whorf based his Linguistic Relativity Hypothesis, more commonly known as the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, partly on his research of the Hopi language. He argued that differences in the way languages encode cultural and cognitive categories, affect the way people think, so that speakers of different languages think and behave differently because of it. Today however…”
“Maura, stop! Please. I didn’t understand half of the words you just used.”
“But, I was just going to explain…” Maura tried again.
“Please don’t. It’s just gonna hurt my brain.”
“Why do you keep saying things like that Jane. You are a very intelligent woman. If you would only…”
Maura is interrupted mid-sentence, when the taller, dark haired woman, gently presses her lips on hers. Immediately, Maura lets out a little moan and parts her lips to welcome Jane’s tongue into her mouth. Jane sighs into the kiss, quietly congratulating herself for silencing Maura.
When Jane breaks the kiss, she leans in to whisper into Maura’s ear. “I really had different plans for tonight, you know.” Her voice the husky tone she knows Maura loves so much. “Can’t we just tivo it or something?”
“Jaaaaaane.”
By the sound of Maura’s voice, Jane immediately can tell she is in trouble. She knows she won’t be able to say no. But she is not willing to give up without a fight. If she has to sit through another one of those documentaries there has to be something in it for her.
“You really want to watch this, huh?” she asks.
Maura nods. “Yes, I really do. But you know,” she starts, “if you watch it with me, if you do me that favor, I might be persuaded to do you a favor in return.”
Inside her head Jane dances a little victory dance and high-fives herself when she hears Maura utter those words. “Why, Dr. Isles,” Jane smirks at the smaller woman in front of her, “what kind of favor would that be?”
“Well, Detective Rizzoli,” Now it’s Maura’s turn to lean into Jane, bringing her lips as close as possible to her lover’s ear. “Any favor you want,” she purrs. “Any. Favor. You. Want.”
Jane’s breath hitches a little and she swallows hard. Yes, this was what she was going for. That she can work with.
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Yes, that’s how it happened. If she had only known then what she knew now.
On their way home they just had enough time to stop for the Thai food Jane had craved the whole day. At least here she got what she wanted. Now they were sitting on the sofa in Maura’s house, watching that damn documentary. Jane really wanted to try. For Maura. But she failed miserably.
But to be fair, it wasn’t really her fault.
She had been the first one to slump into the couch, trying to get comfortable, when Maura entered the living room with a glass of wine in one hand for herself and a bottle of beer in her other hand for Jane. It all started with Maura standing right in front of Jane, giving her a perfect view of her perfect behind. And of course, she had to bend over just a little bit to position the beverages on the living room table. Yes, living room tables are closer to the ground. Therefore she had to lean forward just enough to really catch Jane’s attention. Naturally, she was perfectly oblivious to the effect that had on Jane. The usually so observant Maura Isles, the woman who could easily keep up with any FBI profiler from the Behavioral Analysis Unit, was completely unaware of the emotions she stirred in her girlfriend at that point.
“Uhm, Maura?” Jane cleared her throat, trying to get the blonde’s attention. “Do you have to stand in front of me like THIS? I mean come on.”
“In front of you? Like what?” Jane registered obvious signs of confusion in Maura’s voice.
“Well, if you want me to sit through this documentary about some Asian language with you, you cannot, I repeat, you can NOT, you know, move your perfect little ass in my face like that.”
Maura turned around to look at Jane, opening her mouth to speak. “Jane, it is not about an Asian language, it is a native language of…” She stopped as soon as she understood, her lips breaking into a huge smile. Her girlfriend was aroused. Now she could also see her dilated pupils. In retrospective she now even realized the lower and huskier register of her girlfriend’s voice.
“Aw, Jane.”
“Don’t you aww Jane me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just did this on purpose. But since you can’t lie.” Jane replied with a pouty face that almost made Maura give in. Almost. There was plenty of time after the documentary to have her way with Jane.
“Come on Jane, you might actually enjoy this.” Maura gave Jane a hopeful glance.
“Hm, somehow I really doubt that,” Jane scoffed, “But you are so lucky I really like you.”
“I am the luckiest woman on this planet. Now make some room.” With those words, Maura spread her girlfriend’s legs, turned around and settled herself in between them, grabbing one leg with each of her hands, tugging them around her waist and leaning her back against Jane’s front. Jane rolled her eyes, sending silent prayers to who or whatever might hear them, pleading to give her the willpower to get through this.
But after only 15 minutes Jane began to wonder if someone had heard her pleas. Her legs were still wrapped around Maura’s waist, her feet resting on her girlfriend’s thighs. In the past 15 minutes, Maura had completely settled into Jane’s arms, her head lying on Jane’s shoulder so that the brunette woman, on more than one occasion, caught a whiff of this ridiculously amazing scented blonde hair. Above all, Jane was almost painfully aware of Maura’s body pressed against her breast and into her center. Every time Maura only slightly shifted her position it created a friction that let Jane shiver. Her blood rushing into the one part of her body over which, when it came to Maura, she didn’t really have any control.
Of course, now Maura had to lean her head to the right, exposing the delicate skin of her neck. Oh, to hell with it Jane thought. I don’t see why I shouldn’t have some fun either. Softly she blew a little air on her girlfriend’s neck and immediately she saw goose bumps appear on Maura’s skin.
“Jaaaane?!”
“Hm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Uhm, watching some documentary about some Australian language?”
“Jane!”
The brunette giggled. “Yeah yeah, Native American.”
“Oh, so you are indeed paying attention?!” Maura couldn’t completely keep the surprise out of her voice.
“Don’t sound so shocked. I can multitask.”
“Multitask? What else are you doing?” Yep, Maura was intrigued. She had a feeling of where this would be going. Why on earth was she, when it came to Jane, so very easily distracted?
“Oh, just, you know, thinking about the various ways in which I could make you shiver by touching you.”
Jane heard Maura take in a deep breath. That’s a start she thought to herself, now gently kissing Maura’s neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses all the way to the blonde woman’s earlobe. Jane could feel the change in Maura. Satisfied with this first little reaction she evoked from her lover Jane got bolder. Her hands started to trace affectionate patterns down Maura’s arms, resting her hands on the other woman’s hands, gently intertwining their fingers, while still kissing her neck.
“Hmmm, Jane.” Maura let out a row of soft moans. “Jane, you are supposed to concentrate on the TV.”
“Oh, but I am,” came Jane’s breathy response. “Among other things at least.”
“You are?” Maura asked. Clearly in doubt, but also enjoying her lover’s touch and kisses on her skin too much. “Prove it,” she demanded with a hint of challenge swinging in her voice.
“You want proof? So I take it you don’t trust me?” Jane responded with a grin. “Weeeeeeell,” she continued, her hands wandering back up Maura’s arms, over her shoulders, down her front, stroking the silky fabric of the blouse. “The Hopi Language today is still spoken in the State of Arizona.” Jane unbuttoned Maura’s blouse, giving her the possibility to gently caress that breathtaking cleavage. “It can be distinguished into three major dialects, the First Mesa dialect, Second and Third Mesa dialect.” She undid two more buttons of Maura’s blouse, exposing more delicate skin to cool air, thus eliciting a number of small groans from the woman sitting between her legs. “The Hopi reservation is situated in the north-east of Arizona, entirely surrounded by the Navajo reservation.” The blouse was now completely unbuttoned, giving Jane absolute access to the exposed skin of Maura’s belly. “Hopi is an Uto-Aztecan language, which means it is a distant relative to Nahuatl, the language spoken by the Aztecs, and still spoken by their descendants in Mexico today in the high valley in and around Mexico City.” Both of Jane’s hands were now grazing up and down Maura’s toned stomach, consistently getting closer to the hem of Maura’s skirt. “The Hopi language became better known through the research and work of the linguist Benjamin Lee Whorf who used the Hopi language to exemplify his argument that one's world-view is affected by one's language and vice-versa, also known as the Linguistic Relativity Hypothesis, or more commonly known as the Sapir-Whorf-Hypothesis.” Jane pushed her fingers past the hem of her lover’s skirt now, but stopped before she could reach Maura’s sex making her push forward her hips, craving more contact.
The combination of her girlfriend reciting some scientific facts and her hands roaming her body had an effect on Maura she never thought would be possible. She had completely given up on paying attention to the documentary by now, her mind too focused on the sensations invading her senses, her skin burning where Jane had touched her and from where the touch was now desperately missed, her center almost throbbing painfully craving physical contact, protesting against neglect.
“Jane,” Maura now almost begged, “Please, I need you to touch me. I need to feel you.”
So when Maura heard Jane’s raspy voice moaning into her ear “Take off your skirt,” she obliged without hesitation. The cool air on her heated skin increased her arousal and desire almost to the unbearable. “More.” Jane’s hoarse voice reached Maura’s ear. “I want to see all of you.” Once again Maura obeyed.
Jane’s hands had been roaming the blonde woman’s skin for a good 20 minutes now, leaving out not an inch of Maura’s exquisite body. Well, maybe except maybe one part. Jane was fully aware of that and it took all her strengths to keep this up. Not once had Jane touched Maura where she longed to be touched the most. For the blonde woman between Jane’s legs this was becoming almost excruciatingly painful. The brunette had no doubt that her girlfriend wasn’t far from going insane. The anticipation and the desperate need for release, Jane was certain, were now nearly unbearable for Maura. But Jane had no intention of touching Maura where she longed for it the most. Not yet at least. Her plan for tonight was a different one.
Jane propped herself up in a more upright position, just enough that Maura could still comfortably be lying between her legs, but also giving Jane the perfect view down her girlfriend’s gorgeous body. Jane’s right hand wandered from her lover’s shoulder down her arm, reaching for her hand, gently guiding it towards Maura’s center.
“Jane?” Maura asked, not knowing yet, what the woman behind her was going for.
“Yes, Maura?”
“What are you doing? I really need you to touch me. I don’t think I can take this any longer.”
“Tonight, we are playing this my way. You remember you promised me a favor if I watched this with you?”
“Uh huh.” was all Maura managed to respond through heavy breathing, her brain functions already reduced to a minimum, leaving only the basic functions running control over her body.
“Well,” Jane replied, not less aroused than Maura. It had really taken all the discipline she could muster to not reach for Maura’s heated and aroused sex. Every time she felt how wet Maura got for her it sent her mind into overdrive. Knowing she was being the one making this usually so controlled woman losing her mind, smelling the mesmerizing scent of Maura’s arousal, was intoxicating.
“Maura,” Jane whispered into her lover’s ear, in a slow pace guiding Maura’s hand further. “I want to watch you while you make yourself come. Can you do that for me? Can you come for me?”
Jane had imagined a scene like this many times before, and when Maura had granted her ANY favor, she knew tonight would be the night where her fantasies would become reality.
“Oh god, Jane,” Maura groaned. The thought of a beautiful woman watching her while she made herself come immediately sent electricity flying through her body. “I have one little request to add though,” Maura moaned. “While I make myself come for you, Jane, I want you to let your hand rest on mine, so I can pretend it’s you who’s making me come.”
Jane swallowed hard, her mouth all of a sudden almost to dry to speak. What came out was a hoarse whisper. “Please come for me, baby.” And with that she pushed their hands into her lover’s wetness, without being the one actually touching. When the physical contact she had been anticipating for what seems like hours finally became reality, it sent Maura’s world tumbling upside down. For a minute she even forgot to breathe and only the lack of oxygen reaching her lungs made her aware of that. Unconsciously she jerked her hips upward towards her and Jane’s hands. Her hips rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm while her finger applied a gentle but also firm pressure on her clit. Feeling Jane’s digits lightly grazing the back of her hand, mimicking the movements of her own hand was so unbelievably arousing that she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back long, even if her life depended on it.
Jane’s legs, still tightly wrapped around Maura’s waist, pulled her as closely as possible. Maura could feel Jane’s breast pressed against her through the soft fabric of their clothes. This only added to the intensity of emotions and feelings she was presently experiencing. She could already sense the early signs of her approaching orgasm; she felt the distinctive tingling in her toes, the want and desire she felt deep inside her heated center were turning her body into a trembling mess. She felt light headed, due to ragged and shallow breathing. Filling her lungs with enough oxygen was once again becoming an issue of concern. Through the daze of her clouded mind, she was faintly aware of Jane’s sex pressed into her back, she could almost feel the damp heat emanating from there. And more than that, she noticed Jane’s distinctive scent of arousal. It was exhilarating.
“Oooohgooodjane. I am so close.”
Jane herself quite couldn’t believe how insanely erotic this was. Something like this? She had never ever experienced before and she was so close to falling over the edge herself without even being touched.
The view of the panting and moaning woman between her legs was almost too much for her brain to handle. Once again her eyes travelled down her girlfriend’s stunning body. For a second time her breath got caught in her throat when she saw what lay there. The only items of clothing left to cover Maura’s delicate figure were a black lacy bra and a white blouse, long unbuttoned; now loosely hanging around her arms. The lower half of her lover’s body exposed to the air surrounding it, leaving very little to the imagination.
In her position Jane had the perfect outlook on Maura’s flawlessly formed thighs. They were spread just wide enough to allow access to both their hands. Just watching Maura touch herself would surely have been enough for Jane, but having her hand moving in unity with the blonde’s simply doubled the pleasure of this encounter. Maura’s hips rocking back and forth, her back pressed against Jane’s front, against the fabric of her pants, her already soaked panties against her clit were creating a friction of which she never thought that this alone could make her come. However, from what she was feeling now, she very possibly would be proven wrong soon. When she heard Maura telling her how close she was there was only one thought left in her mind. She wanted to see Maura come for her.
No. She NEEDED Maura to come for her. It felt like she had never needed anything this bad in her life ever before.
“Maura,” she moaned, “you look so fucking hot right now. Come for me, please.”
And that was really all the encouragement Maura needed. The next stroke of her fingers over her sensitive nub sent her over the edge, she felt her inner walls clench as her body began to shake uncontrollably.
As soon as Jane felt Maura begin to quiver she lost all the self-control she so far managed to keep. She needed to feel her, needed to fuck her. Those were her last coherent thoughts before she pushed her hand past Maura’s, two fingers entering her without warning. Simultaneously she thrust her hips forward into Maura’s back. One thrust of her digits, one thrust of her hips pushing forward plus the sensation of friction, and she came. She came fast and hard, left completely out of breath when the sudden and full force of her orgasm hit her. That was new. Something like this had never happened before.
Maura was totally taken by surprise by Jane’s sudden “attack”. She felt her walls clench again around Jane’s fingers which added a new sensation to her pleasure, her left hand grabbing Jane’s thigh forcefully, in desperate need to hold on to something while she rode out the waves of her climax.
After their orgasms subsided only slowly did they begin to regain some control over their muscles and breathing. It took them a while though to be able to move again. Even if they had reclaimed physical control over their bodies, their minds couldn’t quite grasp what had just happened.
Jane removed her fingers from Maura, not being able to resist the urge to gently graze her clit again, thus making Maura flinch, her sensitive nub almost over stimulated by the delight and joy she just experienced. The blonde woman shifted in her position to turn around half way to meet Jane’s eyes. Almost in disbelief, she raised the question “Did you just…?.” Jane gave her a satisfied smile combined with a nod. “Wow, that was…” Maura continued.
“Intense?” Jane completed Maura’s sentence.
“To say the least.” Maura replied with a satisfied grin plastered on her lips. “But you know,” she raised her eyes to meet Jane’s again and said teasingly, “Technically you didn’t watch the documentary with me. So I don’t really owe you a favor.”
“Well, no, maybe not. But who’s fault was that to begin with, hm?”
Maura shot Jane an innocent look and said “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Jane. Are you implying that I had ANYthing to with this?”
“Of course not,” mockery and irony obvious in Jane’s voice. “You are as innocent as a child that still believes in Santa. You, flaunting your perfect little ass in front of me, had nothing to do with it. And the fact that you constantly rubbed your back against my front didn’t ‘bother’ me at all.”
Maura smiled genuinely. “Jane.” She spoke softly, her voice filled with love.
This simple utterance of her name and a flash of realization rushed through Jane’s brain, phasing out the rest of the words voiced by Maura. This is when Jane understood something, when she suddenly saw it with so much lucidity. It became as clear to her as the air after a refreshing summer rain, when everything has cooled down and becomes calm. That’s how she felt now. Calm and relaxed. And what astonished her even more was that it wasn’t terrifying in any way.
Once more Jane lost herself in those beautiful hazel brown eyes and she simply knew this could possibly be the one to last. Jane definitely was no one to use the words ‘forever’ or ‘eternity’; she knew better than that. She had seen many horrors in this world and what people who are supposed to love each other do to their loved ones. But she knew she wanted THIS to last. That much she could say with absolute confidence.
“Jane?” The sound of Maura’s voice made her snap out of her daze and brought her back to the here and now. “Where did you just go, Jane? You haven’t said anything in a few minutes. You look like you just had an epiphany.”
Jane gave Maura a puzzled look making Maura believe that Jane didn’t know what she just had said, so Maura started to explain. “You know, an epiphany, like…” Puzzlement changed into determination.
“I love you,” she said.
Three simple words, if standing on their own. But putting them together, they become one of the most powerful sentences in the world, just through syntax and semantics. In this particular case they had the power to make Maura freeze. Not because she was shocked, well, she kind of was, but in the best possible way. She froze because she was absolutely startled that Jane was the one verbalizing them first.
When Jane felt Maura freeze panic rose inside her chest. But only for a split second, only till she saw the emotions displayed in Maura’s hazel eyes. Jane looked at the woman in front of her and saw her brown eyes water.
“Oh, Maura,” she exclaimed. “Please don’t cry. This is supposed to be a good thing.”
“It is a good thing, Jane. It is.” Maura answered.
Jane raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Then why do you look like you are about to let the waterworks loose?”
“Because,” Maura said, “Sometimes I find it hard to believe someone could actually really love me with all my quirks, oddities and social awkwardness.”
“Are you telling me,” Jane teasingly replied, “That the usually so self-confident appearing Dr. Isles does have issues with her self-esteem from time to time?”
“Don’t be so surprised, Jane. You of all people should by now know that I don’t let just anybody see this side of me. You are an exception to the rule.”
“Why me?,” Jane inquired, sensing the answer already, but nevertheless, she needed to hear it.
“Because I love you, too.”
“Come here.” Jane said, pulling Maura closer, their lips meeting for a sweet kiss. Jane reached for the blanket behind her to cover Maura’s still half naked body, embracing her tightly in her arms.
“I think there might still be half an hour left of that documentary about that Hawaiian language left.” Jane chuckles.
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The picture you would be seeing now, if you were merely a by standing observer of this scene, would be that of unflawed contentment and satisfaction. Two women, in total awareness of the luck they had finding each other.