|Living Like Hell
Author: Tear-U-Apart PM
*Alert* AU dead ahead. But no worries, it's all devoted to just J & M. So have a sit down and enjoy yourselves, cause it's Rizzles all the way...need I say more?Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - M. Isles & J. Rizzoli - Chapters: 12 - Words: 20,859 - Reviews: 53 - Favs: 31 - Follows: 76 - Updated: 04-09-13 - Published: 02-11-13 - Status: Complete - id: 9000561
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Disclaimer : I dislike repeating myself, so again I remind you took look backwards to Part Uno. For the original disclaimer and other things. *wink, wink*
A/N : This installment is all up in Jane's POV, so peeps everywhere prepare yourselves! *laughs like a total idiot*
A/N 2: This bit was written to the sheer awesomeness of the song "Cat People" by Gosling.
"Living like Hell" Part 3
I've never felt something so right in all my life, as the feeling of holding Maura in my arms. But that has always been true, even when we were just friends. I was thinking, if she will still be my best friend with this new layer we added. Granted I really wanted this from her. Those thoughts just went flying out the window though. Because feeling her naked body completely against me, I can't help but get hot all over. It's not like I have to hide it anymore, or that I even want to. So, I'm not at all surprised when Maura picks up on it. Time for round...Damn it! how many times have we...
"Jane, as much as I enjoyed your unwavering attention last night. Won't you let me show you how, I feel about you now?"
Shit! she just purred that right next to my breasts. I can't stop the shudder that runs through my entire body. I feel Maura's hands move over my stomach, slowly moving up. I meet her darkened hazel eyes, she asks me to turn around and face the mirror; I do. Her hands are on my hips now, while her tongue is licking the nape of my neck. I am going to have a heartattack and die an amazing death! I feel her breath rush past my ear, as she takes my earlobe between her teeth.
"Or...even better let me show you how you made me feel." Maura breathes into my ear, with her seductively lowered voice.
We make eye contact in the mirror, I can see my eyes are blackened by her words. She moves her hands up to cover my breasts. Maura's nimble fingers roll both of my nipples, as she kisses the exit wound scar on my shoulder. My heart stumbles in my chest, all the blood in my body is roaring in my veins. I desperately want her to talk to me more.
"Lean over the countertop for me, Jane." Her voice is just oozing lust, as are parts of me. I swear I almost came from that request alone.
My hands are splayed across the mirror for balance. I don't think Maur will care about my handprints at this moment. I feel her nudge my legs apart with her knee. Nice move Maur, been watching me frisk perps much? While her left hand is still massaging my breasts, her right hand moves to the back of my thigh and further inwards. My core is completely drenched for her.
"Oh...Jane, you're so ready for me." Maura's breathy velvet voice catches in my ear.
Right then, she slides two fingers into me. My stomach clenches at the sudden contact, I'm already so sensitive and she's barely started. She finds a rhythm, her fingers diving into me. My body responds, and just naturally wants her deeper. I feel Maura's fingers curling inside against my walls now. I want this moment to last forever, but I can't hold on much longer.
"Not...yet." I manage to rasp out. My voice is practically gone from the sounds I've been making to her touches.
I open my eyes and look in the mirror. We make eye contact once again, Maur's eyes have gone green. The sight is undoing me even more, she is sweaty, panting and no doubt close herself. With a moan, she attaches her mouth to my pulse point. Oh my fucking God! This woman puts out fires with gasoline!
"Let...go, gorgeous." She moans into my shoulder, making my core begin to clench around her fingers.
I can't deny her anything, not even when she asks me to cum for her. Between her breasts pressed against my back, her fingers stretching and filling me and her voice coaxing me. I go tumbling over the edge I've been standing on. Two moans of completetion echo through the bathroom, mingling together. Maur went over the edge with me.
So...have you enjoyed the smut-tastic fun? I hope so. Cause up next we are going to explore how these two crazy peeps arrived at this destination. Also, I just prefer to write in M's POV. It's a challenge and I like using my under-used vocabulary muscles, because most of the time I use my "language skills" far too much. [that means I cuss...ALOT] But that won't be happening again for awhile, I decided both ladies get two segments each.