Title: Uprising 8/8
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Spoilers: No...not really
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing around with them for a while.
Summary: Jane and Maura have come to a crossroads concerning their relationship. Maura decides to push things along her own way.

Okay, here we go the end. I hated to get rid of these two and it was difficult to do so. Took me forever to write. That being said I hope this meets expectations. I have fallen in love with these two. If you like what you read check out my published work, Forever Mine at L-Book ePublisher on . Please please show me some love and always leave feedback and let me know what you think.
Thanks to ml_spikie for being a fabulous beta!

Leaning against the door, Jane watched with a widening smile as the two figures laughed and gesticulated wildly. One was her favorite person in the world, and the other undoubtedly helped her to get to the place she needed to be.

Jane pushed away from the wall and walked slowly toward the sight. Maura sat on the edge of her desk and Jane wanted nothing more than to part creamy thighs, situate herself between them, and give her a good morning kiss that would singe her eyebrows, leaving the good doctor flustered for the rest of the day.

Head thrown back in laughter, hazel eyes chose that moment to meet her gaze. An immediate flush covered Maura's cheeks. She knew exactly what I was thinking, thought Jane. Eyes that knew and had seen so much smoldered into her own. A tingle inched its way down Jane's spine and settled in her groin.

Jane smirked.

It was a feeling she had come to expect around Maura. It was a feeling she had come to love.

The smirk turned into a chuckle as Frost waved a hand in front of Maura's face. He spotted Jane moving toward them and rolled his eyes before grinning.

"Hey." Jane said the words but her eyes remained on Maura.

"I guess I'm really not as pretty as her." Frost commented.

Jane snorted and glanced at her partner. "Was there any doubt?"

"Hmm, I don't know…a wig and maybe a little make up. I could probably give both you guys a run for your money."

Jane felt a brow rise high on her forehead.

"Just imagine how many free drinks we'd get. That bartender loved me."

"You know…you could be right. She asked about you." Jane paused. "So, you're okay with me telling Maura?"

"Uh huh, you spill about my exploits and I spill about yours."

Jane's other eyebrow rose to meet its partner. "What…exploits?"

"You know, the women I protected you from?"

"I don't blame them really," Maura chimed in.

"I tried to tell her and sure enough they were all over her." Frost made a circling motion with his finger.

Jane's mouth dropped opened and her eyes narrowed. "No more coffee for you!"

Frost laughed. "You love me."

Jane pointed at his desk. "Right now I don't. Look…your desk is calling your name. Don't you hear it? It's saying asshole."

Frost laughed even harder. "Give Dr. Isles a kiss for me. She brought us breakfast."

"Please, call me Maura. I feel like we're old friends."

"Look at that Rizzoli. I have another best girlfriend." Frost stuck out his tongue as he walked away.

Jane growled. "Why do I like that guy?"

"I think he's sweet," Maura answered for her.

Jane's attention refocused. "I wouldn't lie to you, you know. I didn't pick anybody up."

"I know."

Their gazes clashed again.

Jane was drawn closer. "Thanks for breakfast," she murmured softly.

"You're very welcome." The flush in Maura's cheeks heightened.

"You should probably move into a seat." Jane was sure her eyes hid nothing and told everything. The need to touch and be near Maura was overwhelming to the point of compulsion.

Maura canted her head to the side and licked her lips. "Why?"

"Because I don't want the people I work with to arrest me for indecency."

Maura's eyes twinkled. "That would be horrible."

"Wouldn't it though?"

"I could sit in your chair."

"Only if I'm already in it" Jane muttered, fighting the urge to move even closer.

Maura grinned. "Is that a fantasy of yours?"

Jane's eyes followed the pink trail of the blush as it moved to Maura's neck where her pulse jumped erratically. She smiled. "No, but I do have one for my desk." Jane took a step closer.

Maura's throat bobbed on a swallow. "I won't be responsible for my actions if you come any closer."

"Really?" Jane's asked thickly.

"Oh yes…really."

"Am I corrupting you?"

"Jane…you did that ages ago."

Jane closed her eyes and pooled every ounce of willpower from deep in her gut. She opened them again to see Maura's smoldering look had returned tenfold.

A hard clap on her back nearly bowled Jane over. She righted herself just in time.

"Oh, it's nice to see that you guys are talking again." Korsak peered at them both with a smile.

Jane's body landed on earth with a hard thud. She watched as his eyes swung from her to Maura. There was no way to ignore the thick tension in the air between them.

Bushy eyebrows drew downward. "Uh…okay."

Silenced lapsed between them.

"Uh, was I interrupting something?" Korsak's expression was sheepish.

"Yes," Jane muttered through gritted teeth.

"No, I was just—" Maura added simultaneously.

Korsak's confused eyes again swung from Jane to Maura. "Okay, we'll as long as you girls have kissed and made up."

Jane could not help the smirk that formed on her lips. "We'll talk later, Korsak."

"Uh huh, well I'm just going to—" He pointed at his desk.

Jane felt Maura's eyes on her. "We could have breakfast in my office? It's more private."

Jane shrugged. "Doesn't matter either way, but let's go." She grabbed the bag and placed a hand in the small of Maura's back as they exited the squad room.

Their shoulders brushed as they walked near the elevators. Awareness crackled over Jane's skin at the thought of them being alone even for a few minutes.

"Jane, I—"


The elevator dinged. The doors opened and it was blissfully empty.

Jane ushered Maura inside.

The bag fell from Jane's hands as she launched both of them toward the far wall.

A cry exited Maura's lips as her back connected with unforgiving metal.

Their lips were a hairsbreadth apart. Chests heaved. Their bodies pressed together hotly.

"We have to stop meeting like this," Maura husked around a tremulous smile. Her hands snaked underneath Jane's shirt.

"No…no we don't," Jane moaned as Maura's nails scratched down her back.

She closed the minute distance between them.

Less than thirty minutes later, breakfast was consumed. Jane watched with interest as Maura's assistant walked into her office, mumbled, and walked back out again without looking at either of them.

"Did you break him?" Jane asked.

Maura dabbed at her lips with a napkin. "We had a discussion."

"He looks scared of you now."

"As he should be."

"Whoa, what did he do?"

"I know they exist but I detest prejudices of all types, Jane."

Jane took a moment to ponder. "Oh."

"So, are you going to tell Korsak? I don't want you to be uncomfortable at work, Jane. If you have to tell them it needs to be done slowly."

Jane shrugged. "It's what I want. I don't expect anything worse than I got for being a woman. Are you worried about what they would say to you?"

Maura chuckled. "I've heard it all. Everyone thinks of me as an oddity; that's not going to change anytime soon, I suppose."

"You can handle yourself, huh?"

"I'm positive in that aspect, yes."

"With that in mind, come over to my parent's for dinner tomorrow. It's gnocchi night, and they've been asking about you."

Jane waited until the Maura's curious looks passed. "What? I think you'll be right at home. You always were."

Maura's expression became tentative. "Are you sure? I don't—"

"I'm sure."

Jane watched as Maura retreated mentally. She got a glimpse of worried eyes as they focused on the desk instead of her. "Maura?"

"Did I force you into all of this, Jane? Even Addison said that it was a lot to demand of someone."

Jane sighed. She had known this conversation was going to happen sooner or later. There had been a lot of change in such a short period of time. "Maura, look at me."

Maura looked up with troubled eyes.

Jane met her gaze. "Do I ever do anything I don't want to do?"

Maura nodded. "Sometimes, in your job—"

"I mean in my life."

"No, not that I'm aware of."

"All the changing I've done lately was because it had to happen…it needed to happen…for me and for us."

Maura only blinked.

"Remember how scared I was even if you looked at me sideways."

"I do." Maura smiled sadly.

"The thought of losing you scared me more…scared me shitless. I didn't know anything could hurt that much." I never knew it would be so easy to pour my heart out to her. "Seeing you kissing somebody else was the best thing to happen to me."

"Rejection is often a catalyst, but I had no intentions of hurting you."

Jane held up a hand. "I know, but after I took the first step, everything just fell in place. I wouldn't go back for anything." Jane paused as the sadness retreated from Maura's face, chased away by hope and happiness. "You got it?"

"Yes." Maura's lips turned upward, slowly.

"Good." Jane rose from her chair, and bent over Maura. She brushed smiling lips with her own. "Lunch probably won't happen. You want to meet me at the bar later?"

"Which one?"

"Ours." Jane answered.

Maura's smile was blinding. Jane was drawn into it like it contained its own gravitational field.

Their lips touched once more.

Jane threw the grease stained package on Korsak's desk. "Extra cheese and peppers just the way you like it."

He peered up at her curiously and continued to watch as she threw herself in the chair on the other side of his desk. "I get worried when you're being nice. What the hell did you do?" Korsak asked as he unwrapped his sandwich.

Jane blinked at him innocently while sporting a Cheshire like grin. "Me? I'm not an ogre you know. I can be nice on occasion."

"Uh huh, what's the occasion?" Korsak bit into the meatball sandwich and moaned.

"Ugh, should I leave you two alone?" Jane smirked.

He rolled his eyes and took another bite.

Jane fidgeted as he chewed and groaned. Okay, how the hell do I do this? "Korsak? Look, I've only got a few minutes. We're still working on that stabbing. Do you remember when I was fighting with Maura?"

"Mmm hmm." He wiped at his chin with his tie.

"I was probably being the biggest asshole in Boston." Jane fished in her pockets for napkins and threw them at him.

"'Kay." Korsak glanced at her before he wound dripping cheese around his finger.

Jane watched in mild disgust as he shoved said finger into his mouth, sucking and moaning. "We made up."

"Figured that."

"And you, uh, were right about the kissing part." Jane said in a rush. She sucked in a deep breath.

His sandwich-filled hand stopped on the way to his mouth. "Are you saying—?"

"Uh huh."

Korsak set his lunch down on the white paper it came wrapped in. He swiped his mouth with a napkin. "So you're saying—?"

"Uh huh."

"Will you stop that!" He growled. "I'm trying to talk here."

Jane held out her hands in a peaceful gesture. "Damn, sorry."

"So you two are girlfriends or something?"

Jane nodded.

Korsak leaned in and motioned with a finger for her to come closer.

She obliged him.

"Is Frost gay too?"

Jane shook her head. "No, not at all."

He tipped his head to the side and stared at her. "You sure?"

"Oh yeah."

He picked up his sandwich again.

"You gonna have a problem with this?"

"Frost knew before I did. Didn't he?"

Jane met his gaze. "Yep."

His lips formed into a thin line. "I've got a problem with that."

Jane sighed. "Look, I didn't do it maliciously or to just keep a secret from you."

Korsak pointed at her with his lunch. "That's not the point. I've always been on your side, Jane, and I've known you a hell of a lot longer than him."

Jane crossed her arms over her chest. Her anger was swift and all encompassing. "Are. You. Kidding me! This isn't about you."

Looking contrite, Korsak leaned back in his chair. "I know. I'm sorry."

Jane released a sound of exasperation.

"You wanna keep this between you and me?" He asked.

"I don't give a damn what you do with it."

"I'm sorry Jane. It's just—"

"I know what it is Korsak. You know why I asked for a new partner. It has nothing to do with you as a person, and Frost is a good guy."

"I know. Can we just start again here? I'm happy for you and Maura, and if you decide to broadcast it, I'll be there with you one hundred percent."

Jane's anger dissipated and a relieved sigh escaped. "Thanks. I didn't want to fight with you."

"Cuz I'd kick your ass?" Korsak asked with a crooked smile.

"Nah, those meatballs have caught up with you." Jane stood and patted his belly.

Maura typed in her credit card number and smiled in delight when the transaction was completed. Momentous things had happened in her life and what better way to celebrate than with a new pair of Jimmy Cho's.

Her cell phone began to ring. Upon seeing the caller, Maura teetered on deciding whether to answer it or not. She decided on …or not. A few seconds later her phone beeped angrily. She glanced at it to see a text message.

I will not b ignored. Answr phne bitch.

Maura chuckled as the ringing started once more. "Yes?" She answered in an exasperated fashion.

"That does not sound like happiness to me. You should be glad to hear from me." Addison muttered in good humor.

"It's more akin to irritation."

"Ah, your self imposed celibacy getting to you? Or have you fucked each other raw yet?"

"Can't I just give you six hundred dollars to go away?" Maura's tone was dripping with sarcasm.

Addison laughed. "You're only saying that because you know I'm right. There's only one day left. Pity, I could have taken the edge off quite nicely for you."

"Are we really going back there Addison? At this point, I'm almost sure you would not have been able to touch the edge of what I'm feeling."

"Whoa, I don't know whether to be in awe or jealous."

"I'm in awe of it. I'm in awe of Jane."

"That settles it. I'm officially jealous." Addison mumbled.

"Would you like me to placate you and tell you that there's someone out there?"

Addison snorted. "You know me better than that. Besides, I have to be actually looking."

"That's true, but it could also be right in your vicinity, waiting."

"You're saying it could be right in front of my face?" Addison's tone was skeptical.


"And…you don't think that's placating?"

"Hmm, I see your point. Never mind then." Maura said with a smile in her voice.

"That's better. So, tell me what's going on with…Jane."

"Were you about to do that horrid Mc thing again? What is that in reference to, by the way?"

"Just some weird thing I picked up in Seattle. Unfortunately, it stuck with me. Don't change the subject." Addison said.

"Well, I was afraid you were correct about forcing change on her, but we talked about it. It no longer seems to be an issue."

"So, did she broadcast if from the rooftops?"

"No, she's just so much more open. She doesn't care in the least who is around. In fact, she invited me to her parents for dinner. I haven't been for a while." Maura answered.

"Do you think she told them?"

"I assume so. I am nervous about it, still."

"Yeah, knowing something and KNOWING it are two different things." Addison added.


"You just have to follow her lead."

Maura could feel herself blush. "I haven't minded doing that at all."

"Ohh, naughty girl. So, tell me…how do you do it?"


"How the hell do you keep the top of your head from popping off? You have to be frustrated as hell." Addison asked.

"To be honest, I have no idea. The build up and anticipation are enormous, but also the best part. You could say that we're getting to know each other in every way possible."

"So…in other words, you're masturbating."


"I love it when you scream my name like that!"

"You're terrible."

"I can't help myself." Addison laughed.

"I think you and Jane would have made great friends. You're a lot alike."

"Uh, no. I tend to steer away from people who look at me like they want to rip my lips off."

"She would do no such thing."

"Over you, I bet she would. She's seems very in touch with her inner Neanderthal." Addison stated as if it were a matter of fact.

Maura sighed.

"So do you believe she's not going to hurt you now?"

Maura did not hesitate. "Yes. I believe it. I just haven't told her yet."

"Oh, I'm so getting paid."


"Say it again."

"I'm hanging up now."

Addison chuckled. "Good luck and congrats my friend."

"Thank you." Maura couldn't hide the smile in her voice.

Maura could feel Jane's eyes on her as they pulled up in front of her parent's house. Jane turned off the ignition and fully turned to Maura.

"You've been quiet."

Maura flashed her a look of apology. "I know. I'm sorry. I think I'm more nervous than I thought I would be. I've never met a lover's parents before. Even though I already know yours, it's still different."

"Mm, we're not there quite yet. Lover's… I mean."

"That's a matter of semantics."

"Uh uh, if that were the case, I would have been in the shower with you rather than sitting in the living room with Bass the wonder tortoise."

Maura grinned. "I thought about inviting you."

"Really?" Jane asked as she reached out and grasped Maura's hand in her own.

"Really." Maura's stomach clenched as moist lips traced over her fingertips.

"Still, nervous?"

"No, just slightly aroused."

"Only slightly? Let's see what I can do about that." Jane closed the distance.

Maura covered Jane's face with her hand. "I don't think so. I would like to be able to think."

"Maura, I kinda need my wips to talk." Jane mumbled.

"Oh, sorry." Maura dropped her hand.

"Thinking is overrated. Just as long as you're not nervous?"

"I'm not. Thanks for thinking of me."

"Always." Jane grinned and Maura wanted to get lost in her dimples.

Maura leaned forward intent on finding how well her tongue fit in the indentations.

Brown eye sparkled back at her in the dim lighting. "Ah ah doc. If I have to be good…so do you."

"Yes, I suppose you're right." Maura said irritably.

"Okay, let's do this."

Upon entering the house, Maura closed her eyes and absorbed the energy and smells around her. The scent of cooking food and the sound of laughter were what normal families enjoyed. It was part of the reason she loved coming to the Rizzoli household. The other reason was the woman standing next to her.

Maura's eyes widened as she was greeted with hugs and kisses to the cheek. This is new. The hugs she had gotten used to but the kisses were aberrant.

"You two were almost late. Dinner is already hot and waitin' on the table." Angela Rizzoli muttered as she ushered them toward the dining area.

"Yeah, what were you doing? Making out?" Frankie followed. "Ow! Ma! She hit me."

"If you'd stop putting your goddamned foot in your mouth, I wouldn't." Jane explained.

"Don't tease your sister." Jane's mother added.

"What happened to her setting an example?"

Angela Rizzoli rolled her eyes. "Are you two, Frankie?"

Frank Rizzoli's laughter was loud and boisterous He sat at the head of the table watching the proceedings with shining eyes. "I told ya. They'll never change."

Maura could not wipe the grin from her face. It was just as she remembered, and she felt right at home. The sense of peace and contentment that flooded her was palpable. She peered around the table. Her gaze met Angela's. Maura's grin widened exponentially when the woman winked back at her.

"So, Maura nice to have you back. Don't be gone so long next time, eh?"

"I won't Mr. Rizzoli." Maura flashed her smile in his direction.

"Stop it. Call me Frank. We're family. Hell, maybe one day you'll call me pop."

"Pop!" Jane exclaimed.

"What? I'm just sayin'." Frank Sr. threw his hands up.

Maura glanced at Jane, noting the flush the covered her face. Laughter bubbled up and exited her throat as light as air.

Jane narrowed her eyes at Maura as she passed her the gnocchi. Jane leaned in. "What are you laughing at? You're the one grinning like an idiot." Jane smirked.

Maura bit her lip in an attempt at containment. It was of no use.

Soft lips grazed her cheek. "You're beautiful."

There was no way for Maura to hide the sudden rush of blood to her face. Instead, her gaze stayed locked with Jane's.

"Damn, what did you say to her to make her look like that?" Frankie asked in awe.

"Maybe you do have some things to learn from your sister after all." Angela Rizzoli laughed.

Maura shook her head and soaked in all the life around her.

Sometime later, Maura rolled up the sleeves of her powder blue blouse and tackled the pile of dishes in the sink. It was the least she could do, especially since she was only rinsing them in preparation for the dishwasher.

She could still hear Jane laughing uproariously from the next room. She sounds so happy. I helped that happen. Maura wondered if her heart was as swollen as it actually felt. She put the thought aside as illogical, but it did not end the pleasurable bursting sensation that had assailed her.

The sound of Jane's laughter seemed closer and then it filled the kitchen as the woman in question entered. The sound tapered off slightly but the essence was still interwoven in her voice. "You didn't think I was going to let you do that by yourself, did you?"

Maura glanced over her shoulder and threw a smile in Jane's direction. "I knew there was a strong possibility of you joining me." She blasted a plate with the sprayer.

"You don't have to do all that. Just put them in the dishwasher."

"This will ensure they get clean."

"Maura, my father's a plumber. Don't you think he has a top of the line dishwasher and enough water pressure going to peel paint off the walls?"

"Oh, well when you put it like that…"

"Thought you'd see it my way."

They worked side by side. "So…was there anything to be nervous about?"

"No, of course not. I think this was the best time I've ever had here."

"Good," Jane muttered as she bent over to place plates in the dishwasher.

Maura smiled when arms wrapped around her from behind. "I thought you were helping."

"I am. I'm helping myself to you." Jane whispered dangerously close to Maura's ear.

Maura quivered then hissed in pleasure as warm lips teased her ear. Maura tilted her head back allowing greater access.

A gasp escaped her when Jane's tongue left a moist trail down her neck.

"I-I thought you were being good?"

"Changed my mind."

Hands that had just been holding her before began to rub circles on Maura's stomach. Even though the material, Maura was stung by the heat. With a slight tug, her blouse was freed from her slacks.

"Jane…what if—"

"Shh, they're watching television."

The first contact of skin on skin sent Maura reeling.

She shuddered and her breathing went ragged. Scorching hot hands skimmed the muscles of her abdomen, making them twitch with each touch. Maura's nipples hardened painfully in reaction.

Before she could register that sensation, another one started.

Fingertips grazed them tentatively, then, with more confidence. Maura bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she could not help the whimper that escaped when Jane began nipping at her neck.

Reaching behind her, Maura wound her hand in Jane's hair.

"Are you sure you've never…done this?"

"Positive." Jane whispered hotly in her ear.

Jane's tongue flicked out again tasting her. Hands engulfed Maura's breasts squeezing and kneading.

It was as if the silky barrier of her bra didn't exist at all.

Arousal ten times stronger than she had experienced before gushed through Maura in a mighty wave. "Oh, God," Maura groaned. "I don't think I can take much more …of this."

"Tell me…what you want." Jane husked between harsh breaths.

Maura's hand flexed in dark hair, forming a fist. "Just…" She yanked, pulling Jane closer.

When their lips touched, the world exploded around them.

Tongues met and danced ravenously. Each thrust was answered by a throbbing in Maura's center.

It left her desperate, needy.

Maura tore her mouth away in an attempt to regain just enough equilibrium to whisper, "You…want you."

Breathing hard, they peered at each other.

Maura reached up with trembling hands. Her fingertips brushed over moist kiss swollen lips. Her world lay here within this woman…within this heart.

"Are you—?" Maura felt the words as they fell from Jane's lips.

"Yesss," she interrupted. The past was insignificant. Maura could not recall a time when she didn't feel this deeply…this complete. It was knowledge she could not contain and brown eyes reflected it back to her tenfold.

Jane grabbed her hand and ushered her through the living room toward the door. "Ma! We're leaving. I'll call you tomorrow!"

Their names were called, but they ignored it all to rush to the car.

Maura literally had to keep her hands fisted in her lap to keep from reaching out to touch Jane. Her chest continued to heave as the correct amount of oxygen refused to circle within her lungs.

The air between them was heated and strained.

They stopped at a traffic light as it turned red. When it turned green, Jane hesitated.

As if reading her mind, Maura mumbled, "My place is closer."

The decision was made with a swerve and a screech of tires.

The destination was set.

Jane watched impatiently as Maura tried to unlock the door.

If another minute passed she knew that they would be a tangled, naked heap on the door step.

"Do I need to kick it open?" Jane growled. If I could die from this I would be buried six feet under by now.

Maura peered at her from over her shoulder. "No…I just let me try again, and if I don't get it we'll do it your way."

Jane's entire body trembled and she could only imagine what Maura was going through. Already hovering dangerously close, Jane moved closer still, feeling a fine tremor making its way through Maura's body.

She reached around her, trying to aid shaking hands.

Maura leaned into her.

They both groaned.

Jane buried her face in dark blonde hair.

As if by magic, the door opened.

Abandoned, the keys crashed on the hard wood floor, and the door was kicked shut.

They walked in quickly, nearly tripping over each other.

Desperate to feel skin, Jane's hands worked on the buttons on Maura's blouse from behind. Trembling hands deterred her. Cursing, she ripped it open to cup breasts she knew she could easily become addicted to.

Maura's surprised whimper settled in her groin and refused to leave. Hard nipples teased her hands, leaving a searing trail.

Jane wanted it all.

The last barrier between her and delectable mounds went sailing through the air like a cream colored cloud.

The softest flesh imaginable spilled into her hands. Jane growled as sensations she didn't know existed pummeled her.

It was a mass of contradictions. She felt heavy, but light as a feather. Incredibly hot, but sopping wet. Nervous but extraordinarily ready.

Most of all, she felt as though she was losing her mind and finding it again with each touch.

Her mouth took up a permanent suction at Maura's neck. Roughly, Jane kneaded full breasts, loving the fit and the feel of them. She rubbed distended nipples with her palms before plucking them with her fingertips.

"You…like this?" Jane asked brokenly.

Maura's strangled moan was the only acknowledgement Jane needed.

Needy, impatient hands eventually slid downward. The sound of Maura's zipper being lowered was just as erotic as their tattered breathing. Jane dipped inside, cupping Maura over her panties.

She nearly fell to her knees.

Jane moaned loudly and couldn't keep her hips from undulating against the shapely rear nestled in her crotch.

The heat was unbearable.

The wetness was divine.

Maura came apart in her arms, filling the air with her cries.

Impatiently, they both pushed at Maura's slacks and panties. Maura's clothing and shoes went flying. They stumbled nearly crashing into the wall. Maura's arm shot out stopping them just in time.

Jane wrestled with her own jeans and underwear, nearly ripping them from her body. They came together with hardly a barrier between them. Jane moaned helplessly as Maura used the leverage she had through the wall to push her rear end against throbbing flesh.

Widening her stance, Jane's hips thrust of their own volition, smearing her wetness. It was just the right pressure to drive her insane. "Fuck!"

Wrapping her arms tightly around Maura, she pulled her closer, gyrating against her shamelessly. Hungrily, her hands brushed against bouncing breasts before moving southward. Jane stopped when her fingertips touched a patch of soft, crisp hair.

Sudden nerves assailed her.

Almost immediately, Maura's hand covered her own, moving them back toward the intended destination.

Maura sobbed.

Breath exploded from Jane's chest.

Everything went gray.

Nothing had prepared her for the molten wet heat and petal like softness of Maura. Fingers guided her through swollen flesh to familiar territory. She moved in slow teasing circles, matching the grind of her own hips.

Maura whimpered and pressed against her harder and urged her fingers to do the same.

Jane was more than happy to oblige.

They moved in jerky uncoordinated movements. Maura's head turned and lips met clumsily and clung hotly.

One hand encased Maura's chest, torturing rigid nipples. While the other slid further down still seeking out the source of heat

.Jane slipped inside effortlessly.

They both groaned loudly at the pleasant intrusion. The sound was nearly lost as tongues dueled.

Jane didn't have it in her to go slow. She wanted too much. Needed too much.

Their lips parted.

Putting the other hand against the wall, Maura moaned unchecked, riding Jane and unhinging her.

"Maura," she whimpered. The cadence of Jane's hips doubled to a frenetic pace. Sweat dripped down their bodies, making them slide against each other more easily. Blinding pleasure started in the pit of her stomach and blossomed outward, fraying every cell in its conflagration.

"MAURA!" Each pump of Jane's hips pushed her higher. She bit into waiting flesh and groaned at Maura's cry and the subsequent gush that drenched her hand.

They stood there, quivering and shaken.

Jane was home.

Somehow they made it to the bedroom. For that, Jane would be forever grateful. Jane shuddered as naked skin slid over her own. Maura slithered up her body like a cat bringing the sheets with her.

No matter how many times they touched, it was never enough.

Their lips connected fervently.

Jane moaned as she tasted herself. She wrapped her arms around Maura as she collapsed on top of her, still panting.

Their eyes met and gazed deeply.

Jane's smile was slow but easy. Feeling it split her face, she whispered, "I love you."

Maura glowed. "I know."

The next morning, Maura awakened on the last vestiges of an erotic dream. She peered down her body to see that reality was so much better.

She watched mesmerized as a pink tongue flicked out to encircle her nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak. Maura moaned as the bit of flesh disappeared deep into the recesses of Jane's mouth. Her back arched, pushing it impossibly deeper.

Maura's hands disappeared into inky tresses. Those same hands then slid down Jane's well muscled back, clawing into damp skin. With a slight yank, she crushed their bodies together.

With a moist plop, her nipple was released.

"Were you dreaming about me?" Jane asked. Her voice was still roughened from sleep.

"God, yes." Maura answered hoarsely.

Between her legs, a faucet ran at full blast.

Slim hips dovetailed into her own. A ragged moan bubbled up from her throat.

"I can do better," Jane murmured saucily.

Without warning, Maura was suddenly filled.

Her cry melted into Jane's mouth.

Pleasure, thick and sweet, raced up her spine and bloomed between her thighs.

Each thrust was slow, relentless, and unbelievably teasing.

The full blast was fast becoming a waterfall.

The slide of Jane's tongue over her own meshed perfectly with the story unraveling down below.

Like a locomotive hard at work, each plunge went deeper and became harder. Slow and teasing became a desperate, delicious pounding.

It was exactly what Maura needed.

She tore her mouth away, releasing hungry whimpers into the air.

Needing an anchor, her nails dug into Jane's back and held on for dear life.

The room was alive with frayed breathing, tantalizing moans, and the slapping of wet flesh.

Eyes that were closed before sprang open and glazed.

Still, Maura could see all that she needed.

Strands of dark hair stuck to Jane's sweaty face and moist lips, but her eyes shone brightly in the dim light of morning.

They watched her with hawk like precision.

She was a predator conquering her prey.

Maura was held captive by the pleasure teeming through her body. Jane was responsible. Maura loved every second of it. "You…like me like …this."

It wasn't a statement but a matter of fact.

Jane moaned. "Fuck yes."

Undoubtedly to prove her point, Jane grasped a thigh spreading it further and lifting it higher.

Maura's last shred of sanity dissipated.

Fingers that were deep before went further, touching her soul.

Orgasm slammed into her with gigantic waves.

"Jane!" exited Maura's lips as she dealt with the resounding crash.

Long minutes later, Maura's eyes opened slowly. Soft hands pushed the hair off of Maura's face. "Mmm, morning," she murmured.

"Mmm hmm." Jane leaned down and their lips brushed softly. She grinned rakishly.

Maura wondered briefly at the expression before she groaned languidly as fingers still buried within her twisted.

She caught fire again.

"If we keep this up, we're never leaving this room."

"Told you we should've gotten snacks."

Sometime later, while Jane was in the bathroom, Maura picked up her cell phone and sighed. She punched the letters quickly before she lost her nerve.

Cash, check or charge?