Come In From the Cold
Disclaimer: Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles do not belong to me.
When Jane woke up the next morning she was partially on top of Maura. They were both still naked with their legs entwined and Jane's arm was draped across Maura's stomach. They were still in the guest bedroom, as both of them fell right asleep after the previous night's activities.
It wasn't the first time she had woken up in this or a similar position with Maura. But it was the first time she didn't feel like rushing away. Each of the other times they had fallen asleep together after having sex, Jane had felt self conscious about it in the morning. Sex was one thing, naked cuddling was another.
Jane knew from first hand experience that Maura could talk for hours about the biology and chemistry of sex, along with every other scientific field's opinion on it. But she couldn't remember her ever mentioning what chemicals the body released during cuddling. Jane was sure there were plenty, but cuddling was much more emotional. It was intimate. So the times she had woken up like this at her apartment she had gotten up on the pretense of making coffee. At Maura's house she made excuses about having to leave. This morning she didn't feel like making any excuses.
Maura shifted in her sleep and Jane lifted her arm up, letting Maura turn onto her side away from her. Jane then pressed herself against Maura's back and wrapped her arm tighter around Maura's middle.
"Jane?" Maura said sleepily.
"What time is it?"
"About quarter to seven."
"You're still here," Maura drawled.
"Mmmm," Maura hummed.
Jane leaned her forehead against Maura's shoulder. She wanted to be able to say something thoughtful and meaningful about how she felt. Maura was always so articulate while she was uncomfortable expressing emotions.
"Do you think we should talk sometime about what we're doing?"
"If you want to," Maura answered.
"You don't think we should?"
"I believe I know how you feel about me and I'm comfortable with that right now. You are always telling me to follow my gut. I don't know if that's exactly what I'm doing, but something like that I suppose."
"So, you're good?" Jane asked.
They both fell silent and Jane thought Maura had fallen back asleep until she said, "Jane?"
"Saturday night I am attending a charity event and I have two tickets. Would you like to come with me?"
"Like as your date?" Jane asked.
"Or as my friend. Whatever you want to call it."
"Where is it?"
"What's the charity?"
"It's an event to raise money for a few organizations that provide medical care to impoverished communities. Doctors Without Borders, for instance."
"What do we do at the event?" Jane continued asking.
"There will be food and drinks and a silent auction to raise more money. Probably dancing. The museum will be open."
"Do I have to dress up?"
"You don't have to come. I just thought I might as well ask."
"I'll come," Jane said simply.
Maura rolled onto her back to look at Jane and said, "You will?"
"Sure. Why not? And I'll even wear a dress. But I do have to go now. I need to go home and get clothes. All I have here is what I've been wearing the past two days," Jane said as she got up find her clothes in the bathroom and get dressed.
"I'll see you later at work then?" Maura said when Jane came back in the room.
Jane, without thinking about it, stopped to bend down and kiss Maura's lips and said, "Of course," before leaving.
Saturday night Maura went to Jane's apartment to pick her up, even going to the door and knocking. There was, unmistakably, a date-like feel to the evening, no matter how hard Maura tried to ignore that feeling.
Jane swung the door open right after Maura's knock. "Hi."
"Hi. You look...is that the dress..."
"You bought me last time to took me to something classy?" Jane finished Maura's question for her as Maura had trailed off and was looking Jane up and down. "Yes. I figured since it was the nicest piece of clothing I owned, it would be appropriate to wear. Does it look okay?"
"You look...beautiful," Maura answered, wondering why she hadn't been so taken with Jane in that dress the first time she had seen her in it.
"So do you," Jane said.
"Are you ready to go?"
Jane bent over to put on her heels and then said, "Yes."
The main part of the charity event was held in the large glass enclosed courtyard at the Museum of Fine Arts. There was a string quartet performing, a dance floor, waiters wandering around with trays of bite size food and wine, and people were wandering around the exhibit halls.
Jane grabbed two drinks from a passing waiter and handed one to Maura. Maura was quickly overwhelmed with people who clearly knew her and rather than stand by and get introduced over and over to people she would never see again, Jane wandered off.
She walked around the galleries on the first floor of the museum until she ran out of wine and then returned to the main courtyard. She found a spot near the corner of the room and watched Maura talking to a number of people who seemed practically lined up to talk to her. A man came up and she seemed to know him. He was blandly good-looking, like most of the people in the room, but Maura didn't seem all that interested in talking to him.
Maura looked around and spotted Jane and excused herself from the person she was talking to and walked over to her. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to ignore you."
Jane waved her concern off. "It's fine."
"I feel terrible for inviting you when I haven't been able to spend any time with you."
"Don't worry about it. Plus, it's like I get to observe you in your natural habitat."
Maura shook her head at Jane's joke, but smiled and said, "Dance with me?"
Jane looked at the couples dancing with perfect form on dance floor and grimaced slightly. "Do you know how to lead?"
"Of course," Maura answered. At Jane's questioning look, she added, "I went to an all-girl's boarding school. We had to learn both parts." Maura took hold of both of Jane's hands and pulled her toward the dance floor. "Come on."
As usual, Jane let Maura lead her to the dance floor and position her arms and body correctly. "Just follow my lead," Maura said with a wink.
Once they had settled into a rhythm, Jane said, "I don't think I understand these things."
"What do you mean?"
"This event is to raise money for charity, right? So why waste money on all of this? Why can't people just donate money and be done with it?"
"I suppose some people need to feel as though they are being recognized for their donations."
They were interrupted when the man Jane had seen talking to Maura earlier asked, "May I cut in?"
Jane stepped back to let him take her place and was surprised when he turned to her and took her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Oh, I thought you wanted to dance with Maura," she said as she mouthed the word 'sorry' over his shoulder at Maura.
"I've tried many times to get Dr. Maura Isles to go out with me, but I've had no success," he said undaunted.
"Really?' Jane asked, with genuine surprise.
"Surprising, isn't it?"
"What's wrong with you?" Jane joked.
He laughed. "I have no idea. My name is John Cunningham."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jane. Trust me I'm happy to be dancing with you. You look beautiful."
"I am certain I haven't seen you at any of these charity events before," he continued, "What do you do?"
"I'm a cop," Jane answered.
"I'm serious. I'm a cop."
"Like, writing parking tickets and stuff?" John asked.
"No, like handcuffs and gun."
"Well, do you have any interest in trying those handcuffs out on me later?" he tried.
"Only if I have to arrest you for some reason. For instance, if your hand moves any lower on my back I might have to arrest you for sexual assault."
John didn't have a comeback for that and after a moment he made an excuse about leaving and made a hasty exit.
Jane went in search of Maura and found her in the Colonial Boston gallery adjacent to the courtyard. Maura had watched Jane dance with John for a moment but when she had seen Jane say something and John laugh in response, she felt herself flush. When she realized that what she was feeling was jealousy, Maura turned away and left the room.
"Did you have a nice dance?" Maura asked as evenly as she could manage.
"No. What's up with that guy and why did you leave me alone with him? Jane asked.
"He asked to cut in and you agreed."
"I saw him talking to you earlier and I assumed he was asking to dance with you. I mean, you know a lot of people here, so I wouldn't say no to someone wanting to dance with you. I didn't want to dance with him."
"He's pretentious. And he thinks because he's rich everyone wants him."
"Rich and pretentious? I thought that was your type," Jane teased.
Maura smiled flirtatiously and said, looking directly into Jane's eyes, almost as if issuing a challenge, "I don't have a type."
"So when you said I wasn't your type?"
"I wasn't technically lying," Maura said with a grin.
"Wanna get out of here?" Jane asked.
There was no further discussion about it. Maura simply drove to Jane's apartment and followed her inside. By the time Jane had closed and locked her door, Maura had pressed her against it and had her mouth on Jane's.
Jane managed to kick her heels off and then navigated them toward the couch. Once there, though, Maura pushed Jane down into a sitting position on the couch.
"You look amazing in that dress. When you were dancing with John, I was...well, honestly, I was jealous."
Maura unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing a strapless bra and that she wasn't wearing any panties, and straddled Jane's lap. "I didn't like him touching you."
"I didn't really care for it either."
Maura leaned forward and said into Jane's ear, "I want you to keep your dress on. I'm not done enjoying it." She kissed Jane's neck, then pressed hard, wet, kisses down to Jane's shoulder as Jane's hands kneaded her thighs. She put her hands on Jane's chest and squeezed her breasts through her dress.
Jane moved her hands to Maura's ass. "Do you want to move to the bedroom?" she asked.
"I am exactly where I want to be," Maura answered. She moved her lips to Jane's mouth and circled her tongue in Jane's mouth.
Jane squeezed Maura's ass and pulled her forward so Maura had to straighten her back, which pushed her breasts into Jane's face. Jane pulled down Maura's bra roughly and took Maura's breast in her mouth.
Maura moaned, "Oh, Jane," as Jane flicked her tongue across her nipple. Maura reached behind her to unhook and pull off her bra. Jane moved to the other breast, circling the nipple until it was erect and then sucking on it.
Jane moved her hand between Maura's legs and simply rubbed the top of her inner thighs. She looked up at Maura, whose head was tilted back and eyes closed. "You like this position?"
Maura opened her eyes and looked down at Jane and smiled. "Yes," she said and then lowered her mouth to Jane's lips again.
Jane moved her hand up and dragged her fingers through Maura's wet folds. She teased her with slow, light touches. "Were you really jealous?" she asked when Maura broke the kiss with a moan.
"Everyone at that party had their eyes on you."
Maura rested her hands on Jane's shoulders. "Including you?"
"Including me," Jane answered as she pushed two fingers inside Maura and gripped her ass with her other hand.
Maura's fingers dug into Jane's shoulders as Jane pumped her fingers inside her. "I only wanted you," Maura said between moans.
"I only want you," Maura said more clearly. Jane pulled her fingers out and moved them to Maura's clit, circling until Maura came with a series of shudders.
Maura kissed Jane hard on the lips and then slid onto her knees on the floor. She put her hands on Jane's thighs and pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist, then dragged her fingers back down, pulling Jane's panties with her. She kissed Jane's left knee, then the other one. Then she kissed slowly up Jane's inner thigh. She paused and lifted her eyes to meet Jane's and said, "You want this, right?"
Jane slid down in her seat while spreading her legs even wider and said, barely above a whisper, "Yes."
Maura's mouth continued its journey until she was running her tongue through Jane's center. "Mmm," Jane grunted when Maura's tongue flicked against her clit. Jane put her hands behind her head and gripped the back of the couch . When Maura pushed two fingers inside her, Jane couldn't help but grab Maura's head and moan, "Oh fuck, Maura."
Maura sucked on Jane's clit and she curled her fingers inside until Jane came. Maura kissed Jane's thighs as her orgasm subsided.
"Fuck, Maura, that was good," Jane said in a state of total relaxation.
Maura stood and said, "I'm going to shower." She leaned over Jane to kiss her, letting Jane taste herself on her tongue. "I know a wonderful dry cleaner for your dress," she added as she left the room.