Title: 5 minute deleted scenes: XXX version: I Kissed A Girl
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Word Count: 1,333
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.
Spoilers: Episode 6
Summary: In the spirit of these twitter reenactments, here are the sex scenes that got cut from each episode. This is set during episode 6: "I Kissed a Girl"
"Blah, those dates were weird…no fun," Jane spat as she removed her sweater and lifted her shirt so Maura could help her remove the wire.
"All of them?" Maura cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah…What? Don't look at me like that, it's not like you weren't shamelessly flirting up a storm."
"I wasn't! And hold still; don't make me rip this tape off," Maura rested her hand over Jane's stomach and guided her to a nearby table in the empty bar.
"Right…no, you weren't flirting at all- 'Miss: $200 in tips'. Where'd you shove all the numbers you got?" Jane said sarcastically, her voice raising an octave as Maura unceremoniously ripped the wire tape from her chest.
"Jane, I take offense. I am a quick and efficient server," Maura rebutted. "People were just offering gratuity for a job well done."
"Maura, I know you're good at everything, but to try and tell me that flashing your smile and having your tits pushed up and out of that outfit had no baring on your tip collection is ridiculous," Jane pinched the bridge of her nose as a new wave of jealousy mixed with pride surged through her: $200 in 3 hours, God damn.
"Jane, I do believe that there would have to be rigorous research to prove any correlation between amount of tips earned and clothing choices," Maura said trying to end the discussion so they could go home.
"All I know is the effect that outfit has on me, and I've been wanting to rip it off with my teeth since the moment I saw you, so I don't need a research study to prove anything," Jane huffed, suddenly feeling quite warm.
"Oh? I certainly did notice your reaction…you know unfortunately I'm not allowed to keep this uniform so …" Maura trailed off, cocking her head to one side and smiling seductively at Jane.
Jane looked her up and down in a predatory manner, "I have the keys to lock up, everyone is gone…we are alone."
Maura licked her lips and mustered her best sweet and innocent look. Though she wouldn't admit it to Jane, she had received quite the thrill running around the bar being ogled by those women. She looked into Jane's eyes and met the most intense lustful gaze. Though the attention during the undercover operation was nice, it all paled in comparison to that one look from Jane.
Maura opened her mouth in awe, her eyes instantly hooding and growing dark with desire. Something in Jane's look was raw and dirty and it perfectly matched the way Maura was feeling: exhausted yet exhilarated. Jane jumped out of her chair, decisively grabbing Maura by the hips, spinning her around and pushing her forward against the table. Jane pushed Maura's hair over her shoulder and studied the zig-zag ribbon of the corset down her back. She loved the way it hugged Maura's shape, accentuating her tiny waist and the perfect flair of her hips. She found the tie at the bottom and tugged one end roughly to release the bow. The she pressed herself against Maura's back and let her hands hug around her to roam over the silky polka dot material, feeling her way slowly across her stomach and up her ribs to the undersides of her tightly encased breasts.
Maura tried to draw deeper breaths as she clung tightly to the edge of the table in front of her. Jane pressed her knee in between her legs to tease her and widen her stance. Then she insistently pushed down on her upper back until Maura was bent over all the way onto the table. She felt the cool plastic against her cheek and she spread her arms above her head. Jane pulled away from her and began to loosen the corset bit by bit until she could snake her hands underneath it and run them up and down her back. Jane worked the last of the ribbon loose and unhooked the strip of fabric that ran around her neck, finally pulling it free and letting it fall to the floor.
Maura stayed still letting Jane take her time undressing her and touching her. Jane laid perfectly spaced kisses down her spine, starting at her neck. In her head, Maura named each vertebra as Jane went, but was hopelessly distracted somewhere around T3, when Jane floated her hand under the short skirt. Maura waited anxiously for Jane's fingers to skid to a halt when she realized there were no panties creating any sort of barrier to her skin.
"Whaa? Underwear was not included with this uniform?" Jane said dumbstruck.
Maura bit her back her smile, "there was a thong, but Frost hung it from your rearview mirror..."
"How did Frost get—?" Jane suddenly had many questions, but Maura rolled her hips and Jane's thoughts changed tracks. She dipped her fingers tentatively into Maura's wetness, and released a soft mewl against Maura's back. Maura inadvertently jerked her head off the table as Jane skimmed her fingers back and forth along her slit before deciding she was more than ready and then taking her roughly. Maura let out a sharp gasp, and Jane went back to trail wet kisses along her neck. They found a slow, satisfying rhythm. Jane's fingers plunging again and again into Maura and her hips following, and Maura pressing her ass back into Jane setting up the perfect amount of friction. Maura's hands splayed flat in front of her trying to cling to the smooth surface of the white glowing table. Jane twisted one of Maura's hands around her back pushing her forward hard.
Maura moaned trying to press her ass back harder to get Jane to go into her deeper and faster, the previous pace no longer adequate for her growing need. "Jane…more," she panted the phrase in a short staccato rush of breath. Jane understood immediately, snaking her hand around her front and swirling Maura's clit in time with other hand. Their mutual pants and groans grew more frantic and labored until Maura's orgasm slammed through her. Jane slowed her ministrations and carefully freed her hands, wrapping her arms around Maura's waist as she collapsed down on top of her.
After a few moments of recovery, they stood on shaky legs. Maura turned wrapping her arms around Jane's neck and kissing her in appreciation.
"Let's go home," Jane said as she handed Maura the light sweater that had so offended her earlier. She accepted it without complaint and tied it around the front so she wouldn't be exposed on the walk to the car. Jane fished the key out of her pocket to lock up.
Maura bent to pick up the discarded corset and ran her fingers over the fabric thoughtfully. She decided $200 would be plenty enough payment in exchange to keep the uniform. $200 was practically a bargain for the amount of priceless fun she anticipated. She scribbled a quick note on a napkin and left it with the money on the top of the cash register. Then she rejoined Jane as they exited Merch hand in hand, "Um…Maura, did you happen to turn off the video camera that was pointed at the table?" Jane asked, suddenly panicked.
"The one that had the live feed to Frost and Korsak? No, I thought you took care of it," Maura said trying to remember.
"Oh shit," Jane stopped and face-palmed, "do you think they were still watching?"
"If they were, I'm sure you'll know tomorrow when they congratulate you for such an impressive display of skill," Maura just smirked at Jane's mortified expression.