The party continued for most of three hours. Even Chang came with a girlfriend much to the couple’s surprise.
It was Maura’s birthday party in addition to the engagement celebration after all, so Maura drank a little more than usual. Unmistakably, she made a pass at Jane in front of their friends. Jane resisted politely and told Maura she would be in to bed as soon as they set up a security schedule. Fortunately, Shawn and Angela were already gone or they might have been slightly scandalized by the way Maura lingered in Jane’s arms, whispering before she kissed her goodnight.
Jane gave Frost and Korsak a quick tour of their bedroom, the shoe sanctuary and showed them where the guest room was. All the windows and doors were locked and the alarm set.
Frost settled into the couch for the first watch and Korsak settled into the guest room. They had decided to operate under high alert til the following morning when they could obtain more information about the case, but also to allow Maura and Jane to review.
Six individuals had been gunned down outside a concert hall in central Boston. Two days and four autopsies into the investigation, the DEA and FBI seized the files and the bodies.
Then Maura fell and cracked her ankle, which gave Jane the idea for the ruse to get more time with Maura at home.
Now Jane was kicking herself, because the danger was real. All she could think as she crawled into bed was that karma was real sucky.
Jane wanted sleep, but her mind continued to race. Maura seemed to be sleeping peacefully and looked stunning in the dim lights. She didn’t want to think about more crime drama. Especially now, when they were in love, committed and finally well enough physically to do something about it.
Maura felt Jane beside her and wrapped herself around the worried detective.
”Baby, why are you wearing clothes,” Maura muttered half asleep.
”We have company,” Jane consoled. ”Remember, Korsak and Frost are here.”
”Are they both too drunk to drive?”
Maura vaguely remembered the party, but put the case out of her brain.
”Baby, I want you to make love to me. I want to make you mine,” Maura declared.
”Maur-” Jane hesitated. It looked like her mate was talking in her sleep.
”Honey, I am already all yours.”
”No,” Maura corrected. ”I’m yours, but I want you to be mine.” Clearly, the wine was talking and Maura was its prisoner.
Jane wrapped herself around Maura, thinking she might drift back to sleep.
They kissed tenderly and before Rizzoli could react, Maura had crawled across her mid-section.
”I want you bad, baby. You and the ass tight denim and your sparkly bling ring kept me turned on all evening. I was only drinking wine to extinguish the fire.
Jane?”
> The detective wouldn’t make Maura ask again. Besides, by morning when they re-started the case, neither would be relaxed enough or in the mood for a while. Korsak was already sleeping and Frost was too far down the hall to hear Maura purr Oh, Jane…”
> When the brunette gently rolled her back over and tore off both of their shirts. Jane spent a good long time nibbling and kissing Maura’s neck and face. She was drawn to the smell of Maura and tender sounds that she made. Her anxiety about the case had begun and she wanted to memorize every inch of Maura’s skin in order to carry the scent and feel with her over the next days. Besides, Jane thought, if this were a little gentler this time and less aerobic or enthusiastic than their previous romps, Maura might not be quite as loud.
> Jane drew each nipple into a kiss and held onto it longingly. Maura was already drenched when Jane went searching her. She played in the wetness and then touched it to her tongue. Jane was testing her cocktail onion theory, and smiled as Maura’s flavor revealed itself to her. Jane worked her way between Maura’s knees and slipped off her own sleep pants and thong.
> Just the gentle tone Maura used talking to Jane made her wet. God, she was so in love with this woman. Jane kissed her way down to Maura’s navel and then they lay there a moment while Jane listened to the sounds of Maura’s heart and her breathing. Jane loved every breath of her, and after a few minutes she heard Maura quietly moan and then sigh. Maura played with Jane’s hair and then leaned up to kiss her face, clutching her head. She gasped when Jane slid her hand between her legs, stuck two fingers inside her again. They quickly found a rhythm, which made Jane even hotter and for the first time, she felt hungry, absolutely starved, for Maura. She could see now what Maura meant the night before, about taking over and getting what you wanted.
> Maura’s breathing grew more rapid, but her steady moans remained low, almost guttural, which kept her quiet. Before Jane realized what was happening, Maura spasmed and it sucked her fingers up in all the way to the hand. For a split second, the detective thought she had done something wrong, but Maura continued to purr so Jane proceeded. She used the wet hand to separate Maura’s folds and then buried her face into them. Maura reacted with a jolt, as she felt Jane’s tongue for the first time. She let go of Jane’s head and took hold of her hand. Maura held it tightly and began squeezing as another wave built inside her. She whispered encouragement to Jane as the second wave started to crest, and was about to overcome her. The more Jane licked hungrily, the closer Maura got. The last straw was Jane sucking in Maura’s clit and tugging at it. Maura couldn’t stop herself, and bellowed ”Jesus, Jane!”
> An instant later, Rizzoli was drenched in the goodness that was Maura and she vowed to build a home there, and nest in it, never leave.
> Jane pulled her face back long enough to look up at Maura and asked, ”Did I hurt you?”
> ”No, love, why would you think that?”
> Jane’s eyes welled up and she began tearing with the only thought that she could possibly have. She told herself ’I can’t believe I just made love to my wife’.
> ”That weird muscle spasm, Maur. Was I in the way or something? I thought I hurt you, that’s why I pulled my hand back so quickly.”
> ”Oh, Jane, my lovely woman. THAT was an orgasm. And yes, now you are mine.”
> Slightly embarrassed, Jane cried silently for a couple minutes, clutching Maura by the waist. She fell asleep with Maura’s naked legs wrapped around her back.