|I Cannot Tell A Lie
Author: Googlemouth PM
Jane is determined to test Maura's inability to lie by asking questions she's sure Maura would rather not answer truthfully. This is the first story set in the "I Cannot Tell A Lie" universe. Co-written with AdmHawthorne.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Friendship - J. Rizzoli & M. Isles - Chapters: 10 - Words: 28,397 - Reviews: 163 - Favs: 164 - Follows: 71 - Updated: 04-15-11 - Published: 04-11-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6896663
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I Cannot Tell A Lie
Spoilers: This story is set during 1.06.
Disclaimer: We do not own Rizzoli & Isles. The show, books, and characters belong to Tess Gerritsen, TNT, and various other entities of whom I know nothing because I'd rather bask in the lesbian subtexty goodness of watching the show than read the opening or closing credits. However, if either Rizzoli or Isles (or both!) are looking for a good time, they know where to come for it.
Maura's eyes turned glassy with moisture. "I'm not used to this depth of physical desire, or this emotion, and to have them both together is making me feel self-conscious. I look at you, and I touch you, and you're so… You make me want to be bold and open. Jane, I am just not used to taking charge. Usually, I show up and an interested party takes it from there, and all I ever have to know is when and how to ask them to slow down. I haven't had any practice at being brazen and letting a partner know how much I want them, but I want to be that way with you. I want to be shameless with you…
"But more than all of that, I want you to know that it's not because of what my body needs. It's because you're already in me, Jane. You've been moving inside me, touching my soft, secret places for so long, and I don't think you ever knew it, and I want you to know… everything." She took a deep breath. "So if you want me, you have to know it comes with all of that. And if it doesn't scare you," another long, deep breath, "then take me home. Right now."
Jane's eyes ran over Maura's upturned face as she listened to what the smaller woman had to say. With a considerate and thoughtful gaze, she gave a moment's pause to really consider the doctor's words before responding in a quiet voice, "I don't do one night stands, Maura. If I didn't want more from you and with you than sex, we wouldn't be talking about this right now. Stop doing that thing you do where you double and triple check me to make sure I know what I want. I know. Trust me. I know exactly what I want. You might think I'm just being… rash, but I'm not. Stop testing me, Maura. You don't have to." Sinewy fingers ran across the doctor's face, gently following the curve of cheekbone on its way to rest in the honey blonde hair Jane so loved to admire. "We'll tell the guys that we're taking the rest of the day off to rest, and you can tell your techs to call you if the test results come in, okay?"
Maura could only nod as relief washed over her features. Relief, and desire. Then she schooled her features with near-miraculous control and called out, "Michael?" A lab tech appeared in record time, dabbing the crumbs from lunch off his blond beard. As she spoke to him, the medical examiner picked up her purse, shut down her computer, and did the other little things that she needed to do. "I've been awake for forty of the last forty-eight hours, and I need to go home and rest, or my work will suffer greatly. I'm not to be called for anything short of a dead body until I enter this lab again, whether that's tomorrow or the day after. Understood? Good. Have Jeyprakesh and Andrew sterilize the equipment for when I get back." Michael nodded and went back to his sandwich as Maura turned back to Jane, professional mask slipping away. "One down. Your turn."
With a nod of her head, Jane motioned for the doctor to follow her upstairs.
Once in the bullpen, Jane walked over to her desk, shutting it down as she spoke to the other two detective. "Hey, I'm beat. I'm going home to sleep. You guys got this?" She turned, her jacket in her hand.
"Yeah, sure. How long you been up, Rizzoli?" Korsak asked from behind his monitor. Sounds of kittens could be heard drifting from his corner of the office.
"About forty, give or take. I'm thinking I need to crash or things could get ugly." Jane headed for the door.
"You got that right," Frost mumbled under his breath.
"Hey, I heard that," Jane turned, pointing at her partner. "You call me if there's a break, got it?"
"Yeah, sure," Frost gave Jane a hard look. "I'll call if something big comes up. Go get some sleep. We got this."
"Alright, see you guys tomorrow," Jane called as she headed out of the squad room, Maura following behind.
To her chagrin, Jane was not permitted to speed, run red lights, or even do the California roll at stop signs. The drive to her place was so legal that it was practically sedate, which meant that they arrived intact, and a good bit calmer than when they'd first taken off from the precinct. It allowed them to get inside, where Maura ordered in lunch and showered off the smells of the morgue, and Jane took Joe Friday for a surprisingly early walk before calling her mother to come get the dog for the night. Once Joe was sent off with her human grandma (with Maura conveniently out of sight to forestall maternal nosiness), Jane took her own shower. Lunch arrived; they ate a little to tide them over, then put away the rest for later, when they would really need it.
Then Detective Rizzoli and Doctor Isles retired to the bedroom to keep all those promises they'd made to themselves and one another.
The alarm clock was an unpleasant intrusion into Jane's peaceful slumber. She was floating safely in a world of soft cuddly goodness when the incessant beeping of her alarm clock pushed her back into the conscious world. With a groan, she reached out, searching for the alarm, only to discover she was facing the wrong way. Grunting, she rolled over, slammed the snooze button, and rolled back to her previous spot. It was only then that she realized with a contented sigh that she was still using Maura's chest as her pillow. Her immediate impulse was to snuggle into the warmth of the other woman, which she did with a happy hum, enjoying the feel of skin-on-skin contact. She liked where she was, and the detective decided to stay there as long as she could, or at least until the alarm went off again. Sighing, she resettled, one arm and one leg thrown across the body of the small woman.
Naked as the day she was born, Maura stretched beneath her lover, still mostly asleep, and then continued to stretch and adjust.
She was in yoga class, and all around her were students contorting themselves into improbable positions. As handsome, boring Brock droned on about breathing, posture, oneness, and world unity, she caught sight of Jane, and suddenly she couldn't even hear Brock anymore, nor anyone else complaining about their disruption of class. They were naked, muscles fully limber, eyes glowing dark with want as they each took a different but complementary position, twisting and twining around one another until not yoga, but kama sutra, was being practiced. She was alive, limitless, not subject to gravity or to any other aspect of reality except Jane's touch, which burned almost to painfulness. Her breathing was quick as they kissed, touched, felt; the vagueness of previous nightly encounters became specific as only personal experience could do. She was trying to speak, trying to say please, touch me there, yes, love, let me kiss you here – but it was not necessary. Jane read her mind and did all, and more. She shivered, shuddered…
…and woke, thighs clenching around the tall, olive-skinned woman she had loved and wanted for so long. A joyful cry leapt from her mouth as she opened her eyes and found herself looking back into espresso-brown depths, realizing there was no more need to struggle against climax. "Jane," she panted, "Jane, Jane, Jaaane."
A smirk firmly planted on her face, Jane lay motionless as a shiver ran through her body. No thought of moving away or pulling back crossed her mind as her body tingled with excitement and her eyes grew large with a mixture or arousal and awe. Her thigh, still firmly clamped between Maura's was tense and, she mentally purred, moist. Her hands were vice grips where they rested, one in the sheets, the other against Maura's torso, as she held her against herself.
"Mmmm," she managed to breathe out before swallowing hard, mouth suddenly dry, as she watched her lover experience something amazing to behold. "Maura," she whispered, trying not to interrupt but wanting to be a part of it at the same time. Not sure what to do, the dark haired brunette remained where she was.
Her breaths came in pants, beads of sweat had formed on her neck and across her hairline, and the look of desire battled with something else more primal even than that.
Slowly closing rising up from her position laying across the smaller woman, she watched the doctor's body spasm beneath her. Jane took in a slow, measured breath. "Sweetheart, that was hot." Her smirk broadened into a grin. "I hope some of that was my fault."
Maura clung tightly to Jane, holding her for an astonishingly long time, until finally she fell back to the bed, still mightily aroused, but spent. "All," she sighed in fathoms-deep satisfaction. "All yours." Languorously she drew shaking arms back up around her love's shoulders to hold her close. She breathed for a moment until she could form sentences slightly closer to coherent. "All yours for at least a year now. And from now on."
"That long?" Humor filled, darkened eyes gazed down into slightly glazed hazel eyes. "You mean I've been missing out on something that was clearly mine for an entire year?" Maura nodded unabashed confirmation. Jane leaned down to place a kiss and then lightly nibble at the doctor's exposed neck. "Hmm… I have a lot of missed time to make up for, don't I?" Again, Maura nodded.
Jane chuckled as she pulled away, moving to sit up. "You're amazing, you know that?" She ran an appreciative hand over the form before her. "I think I could stay in bed with you for the rest of our lives and be perfectly happy."
"Mmm'kay," Maura replied, slurring slightly as her body, still keyed up, moved beneath that hand; but it was not to be.
Chuckling, Jane threw her legs over the bed's edge to stand up. "But first, I'm going to hit the bathroom." She moved toward the bedroom door, not bothering to pull anything on before walking away from the bed. Glancing over her shoulder with that same Rizzoli grin still on her face, she said, "Shower's going to be awfully empty if I'm in there by myself."
It took a little while for Maura to remember how do anything but grin smugly and a bit stupidly. Once she could stand, she followed Jane into the bathroom. She wanted to brush her teeth, shower, and then… Well, she should probably insist that they eat something that would replenish their bodies' energy, because she fully intended to make the detective late for work today, if Jane had the poor taste to be disciplined enough to go in. Surely she wouldn't, though. Would she? Not if Maura Isles had anything to say about it.
The humming from the brunette echoed through the small bathroom as she lathered her hair into a soapy mess on top of her head. She generally didn't sing in the shower. Growing up with two brothers meant she had learned early on not to provide any more any more ammunition for teasing than what would would already be present in just living her life as their sister. However, she couldn't seem to help herself. The brunette hummed away, a smile still plastered on her face, as she rinsed her hair and groped for the conditioner.
Which Maura deftly plucked right out of reach as she snuck into the shower between Jane and the downward spray. "Looking for something, Delicious?" she asked as the water poured over her head, face, and body. Not bad, as nicknames go, I think. I hope she likes it, because it suits her. "What'll you give me for it?"
"A kiss now and something else after we're both clean?" Jane's voice was low and full of promise as she pushed her hair from her face. "Hello, sweetheart," she leaned over to run her hands over the wet curves in front over her while placing a kissing on the oh-so-willing lips of the other woman.
"I will accept your offer," Maura responded through more kisses, "and I'll even condition your hair for you. Turn around." Squirting a dollop of creamy conditioner into her hands, she ran it through the dark locks and massaged the scalp, just as her favorite hairdresser always did for her. "I've always loved sleepovers," she mused happily as her fingers worked the conditioner into scalp and tresses, then into her own. "Doing one another's hair was my favorite part."
"If your sleepovers consisted of you getting naked and taking a shower with your friends, I may need to hear details," Jane mused as she leaned backward to allow Maura easier access to her hair. "Okay, remind me about this position the next time I tell you I don't want to go to yoga class." She sighed as she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of the doctor's skillful fingers messaging her scalp.
A chuckle, low and intimate, sounded behind Jane as Maura continued to stroke her fingers through the hair, removing the tangles as an excuse for more touching. Which question to answer… "Yoga actually helps with a great many aspects of interpersonal physicality. I'm surprised you didn't notice before now, but yes, I will remind you." A few more minutes passed, then she suggested a rinse. "You're right, by the way. Those sleepovers were a lot of fun, but not exactly like you're thinking. There wasn't a lot of naked time. Until I was sixteen, I was very body-shy. And anyway, we were all dorm-mates at boarding school, so sleepovers for us just meant swapping which room you were staying in for the night. But of course, we did one another's hair, and I was fairly good at that, because I would give head and shoulder massages while the deep-conditioners were setting. Mani-pedi parties, too – I was in demand there because of the hand and foot massages.
"I didn't do well in group sleepovers, though." Now that Jane's hair had been addressed, it was her own turn to soap and rinse. "That's where I got the nickname Maura-the-Bore-a. When it was just one other person, it was easier to relate. The person I'd be with, whoever she was, wouldn't be as concerned with looking down her nose at me in order to seem cool, and we could just talk as people. That's how I wound up sleeping with Ashton, actually. All my classmates ditched me and went out to do something the parents had ordered us not to do, and I stayed behind. She was…"
Jane reached out to place a finger over Maura's lips. "If you really tell me about your other people, I'm going to be really jealous. I'm feeling a little possessive right now, I've got to say. I'm thinking me, more possessive and jealous than I normally am with you, might be a little much. So, I'm going to step out of the shower and dry my hair. Then, I'm going to call in sick and crawl back into bed. Okay?"
Maura nodded, though she didn't seem to quite understand. "I'll follow you when I get the conditioner out of mine, too." She took a moment while still rinsing, while Jane was drying, to think it over, but couldn't come up with a reason. Shutting off the water and reaching for Jane's damp towel for her own hair, she called out from the half-open bathroom door, "Jane? I wasn't cheating on you. I didn't know you then. And as you might recollect, you owe Ashton a debt of gratitude for teaching me the thing that you liked so much…"
"Don't care," came the return from somewhere in the bedroom's general vicinity. "My possession of you is retroactive."
"Possession?" echoed Maura as she exited the bathroom, hair toweled dry but still haphazard, still naked, and already smiling that oh-so-superior smile that she had when she knew she was about to get something she wanted. "Is that how it is? Well, then, I suppose you'd better make sure everyone knows it. Maybe you'd better find some way to mark me as your very own, so no one can get any ideas about moving into me."
Stepping out of the bedroom doorway still wearing nothing but a smile, Jane grabbed Maura by the waist pulling her forward with one hand while pulling the towel from her hair with the other. "It's moving in on you, not moving into – never mind." Running her free hand into the wet locks of honey blonde, the detective pulled the smaller women's head to the side to expose the elegant neck she so often admired from a far. "Mine," she hoarsely whispered as she bent over to nip and suck at the sensitive spot she'd found the night before on the doctor's neck. "All mine," she murmured against the pulse point before biting down, making certain to leave no question as to who had the pleasure of calling Maura theirs.
Maura practically hung from Jane's supporting hands as they captured her, slung her off her feet, and that beautiful mouth descended onto her flesh. "Yours," she repeated, echoing her earlier promise, "all yours."
It was a fresh surprise, though the previous night had been an even bigger one, when Jane took the lead in their lovemaking. Maura had thought about it so many times, but believed that she herself would be the one to guide them. She was the one who had been with a woman before, after all. But Jane showed astonishing attention to detail, insight into her reactions, ardor. Never had Maura felt so wanted. When eventually she pleaded for her turn to lavish similar attention on Jane, Maura had therefore worried that perhaps Jane would not allow it. Some women didn't, she knew. However, Jane accepted pleasure with just as much fervor as she gave it, much to Maura's delight. Her responses were all Maura had ever dreamed, or daydreamed, and more. But again this morning, it seemed Jane wanted to take charge, and after a token resistance just to get the detective growling – growling – at her, she had melted and asked for Jane to mark her, own her, claim her. "Yours," she acquiesced with growing elation at each new touch, each new bite, until she could no longer utter even that much.
Jane slowly backed them into the bedroom as she continued her attack. "Mine," she whispered once more as she turned them to lay Maura on the bed. "You know", she pulled back just far enough to look down into the dilated hazel eyes of her lover, "I'm yours, too." She dipped her head for another searing kiss. "For as long as you'll have me."
Marked from stem to stern, and unaccountably pleased about it, Maura nudged and pressed until she lay atop Jane. "Then I suppose I ought to make sure everyone knows it," she growled back, and bent to the task of providing her signature upon the body of her lover.
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