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Better Than a Ringtone
By mel
Jane Rizzoli was a woman who knew how to appreciate life's little pleasures. A good cup of coffee. Maura's lips. The satisfied feeling of a job well done. The feeling of the weight of Maura's breasts in her hands. The way the air smelled after a heavy rain. The smell of Maura's arousal.
Okay, so she was growing to appreciate Maura more than life's simple pleasures, but the one thing she held above all others (except Maura, of course) was her phone. More specifically, the ringtones on her phone. She loved knowing who was calling by the individual rings. The Twilight Zone theme for her mother, Bad Boys for her brother, Hangin' Tough for Lieutenant Joey Grant, and the droll funeral march for Maura. Each sound was specific to every individual – and even if the ringtones didn't make sense to the rest of world they made sense to her. Her phone was her single greatest simple pleasure in life.
All of this is why she completely flew off the handle one afternoon when her phone erupted into the chorus of Afternoon Delight.
"What the hell?!" she held her phone up and stared at the screen to see who was calling. Maura. Maura?!
"Hey M," she answered. "I'm in the middle of something here. I'll call you back in five?"
Maura smiled on her end of the line. "Sure. No problem. Was just thinking about you and wanted to say hi. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay," Jane answered distractedly, her keen brown eyes already busy scanning the squad-room trying to figure out who had screwed with her phone.
It took her only a few seconds to reset her phone before she tossed it huffily onto her desk as she suspiciously scanned the desks around here. Frost? Nah, he's too scared of me to try this. Korsak? No way, guy can barely figure out how to answer his phone. Frankie? No, this was a definite line that even he wouldn't cross. Dammit, then who? Grant? Hmmm, she wouldn't put it past Joey to prank her this way – he did copy off her catechism test when they were eight. Yeah, if anyone here would do it it'd be Joey.
The more she thought about it the madder she got until she just couldn't hold her temper in check any longer and she shoved her chair back from her desk and practically stomped across the crowded squad room to the Lieutenant's office. Seeing he wasn't on the phone – pissed off or not, she wasn't going to torpedo her career over this – she strode into the room and stopped to glare at him, hands on her hips and an impressive glare on her face.
"You did it didn't you?" she demanded.
Lieutenant Grant looked up from the report he was proofing. "Did what, Detective Rizzoli?"
"Messed with my phone. You messed with my phone," she hissed.
"What are you talking about?"
"My ringtone. You changed it, didn't you?"
He looked up at the very angry brunette blocking the door to his office and fought to hold in the smirk threatening to break free as he watched Farinelli furtively glancing up at Rizzoli's back as he fiddled with her cell. "It wasn't me Jane," he held up his hands placatingly.
"You swear?"
"Christ Rizzoli, you kicked my ass with just your bare hands when we were twelve – you think I'm dumb enough to try something now that you're armed? You know what, don't answer that. Don't you have a report on the Badger case you need to finish?"
Jane glowered silently at Joey for a few seconds longer to emphasize exactly how large of an egregious mistake it was of whomever had changed her ringtone. "Fine. I'll go finish your paperwork. But I will find out who did this."
Grant laughed. "Sure thing Rizzoli, just – you know – don't forget to do your homework."
"You suck Joey," she muttered as she spun on her heel and marched back to her desk. "Don't forget your homework," she muttered as she opened the file and started working.
She was deep into the final report on the Badger case when her phone rang. With another tune she didn't program. Because, really, who programs I wanna sex you up as a ringtone?
"You've got to be kidding me!" she hissed as she reached out for her phone. How the hell? A new ringtone. For Maura. Again?
"Hey M," Jane answered tersely, her eyes busy scanning the desks surrounding hers for any sign of guilt.
"You okay?" Maura asked. "You never called me back so I was starting to get a little worried."
"I'm fine," Jane sighed. "Sorry I snapped. Things here are just a little crazy."
"Oh, a new case? I didn't hear anything about something new coming up."
"No. No case. Just work stuff. I'll explain later. We still on for dinner tonight?"
"You mean our dinner at Bacco?"
"Yes," Jane smiled. "That would be the one I was referring to."
"Well, I'm hoping we're still on – our reservation is for sixty seven minutes from now."
"But who's counting?" Jane laughed. "I miss you."
Maura's voice softened. "I miss you too."
"See you soon," Jane's voice was wistful. "I should go though, I need to turn in this report before I head out tonight."
"Alright."
Jane hung up her phone with a smile on her face.
"Oh Maura, I miss you," Morelli mocked in a high falsetto. "You are so whipped Rizzoli."
"Hey," Jane looked up and grinned. "Don't be a hater just because my girlfriend's hotter than your wife."
The caused the other eight guys in the squad-room to start laughing and Oooh-ing at Morelli.
"She got you there man," Frost laughed. "Doctor Isles is definitely hotter than your wife."
This caused another round of raucous laughter. Frost never, never, stood up to anybody. Jane looked over at her partner and smiled her thanks.
"Hey!" Grant shouted. "Not that I don't like to see some team bonding, but what the hell is going on here?"
"Nothing Lieutenant," Morelli laughed. "Just having a little fun."
"Yeah," everybody else mumbled in agreement.
"Fun is good, but keep it down in here."
A chorus of 'yessirs' rumbled around the room.
"Oh," Joey looked at Jane and grinned. "And you are pretty whipped Rizzoli," he teased, before retreating back into his office and shutting his door.
"I'm … He's … What? … No!" Jane spluttered. Which, of course caused all the guys to laugh even harder. "Okay," she rounded on the group. "Who fucked with my phone? Morelli?"
Morelli laughed and shook his head no.
"Farinelli?"
"Nope," he grinned.
"I will find out who did this," she swore.
"Good luck with that," Morelli grinned. "I'm out of here. See you guys on Monday."
Jane glowered at his back and then made sure to stare down each remaining member of the unit before she strode over to her desk, picked up the Badger report and her phone, and marched into Grant's office.
"I was going to apologize for suspecting you, but I've decided against it. Here's my homework Joey," she growled as she tossed the file onto the Lieutenant's desk.
Grant looked up and smiled. "You know, you're wound pretty tight Rizzoli. Go see Maura and have some fun this weekend – try to loosen up a bit, okay?"
Jane just stuck her tongue out at him and turned on her heel to leave. She had a dinner date to get to.
"So the second time you called it started playing I wanna sex you up. Like, really? How much of an immature ass do you have to be to program that song as your ringtone," Jane finished rehashing the afternoon's events for Maura.
Maura didn't answer – she was too busy trying to not laugh her head off.
"Stop laughing Maura," Jane smiled. "It's not that funny."
Maura did her best to stifle her laughter so she could answer with a straight face, "Jane, really." She honestly couldn't believe how upset Jane was becoming over such a juvenile prank.
"What?!"
Maura took a sip of the wine that she'd ordered to accompany their meal. "Mmm, I love this Chianti. Look, it's not that big of a deal," she continued, getting back on subject. "So, the boys are changing your ringtones, who cares?"
"It's not that big of a deal? Who cares?" Jane repeated, her voice dropping as their waiter served their salads as inconspicuously as possible. "I care dammit! They screwed with my phone!"
"So what? In the grand scheme of things does it really matter?"
Jane gaped. Really? "So what – you don't care that they're making my phone ring I wanna sex you up when you call me?"
Maura took another sip of wine. "I do want to sex you up," she grinned. "It's become my new favorite activity."
"Maura!" Jane chided, smiling in spite of herself.
"Well," she smirked, "it's true. Even more so than shoe shopping."
"Well … wait, really? Wow. But, still, it's the principle of the thing!"
"What principle? Do you not like the way I sex you up?" Maura asked, her voice dropping huskily.
Jane laughed. "No, I like that very much. It's become one of my favorite activities as well. And, vice-versa. It's just that I like my ringtones the way they are!"
"Why?"
Jane stared. "Because … because … I do! It's, like, my favorite simple pleasure in life and they've just gone and ruined it!"
"A ringtone should not be your favorite simple pleasure in life," Maura smiled as she leaned back from the table. "Anybody in the world can have the same one, so why should it be held in such high regard?"
"I just like them the way they were, they made me happy," Jane grumbled.
"Now," she continued as if she hadn't heard a word Jane'd said. "This Chianti," she held up her glass and took a sip, "on the other hand, is one of life's simple pleasures. Only so many bottles were produced, so not everybody can enjoy how truly exceptional this 2005 Antinori Riserva Tenuta Marchese is. Sweet, bold, smooth on the tongue – it's incredibly palatable. The flavor is so unique, so distinctive, that one must take their time to enjoy it, to roll it around their mouth and savor it."
Jane huffed indignantly.
"Kind of like somebody else I know," Maura smiled and leaned across the table to whisper in Jane's ear. "And, my dear, the sounds you make while I slowly run my tongue over, around and through you really are exquisite. The rough silk in your voice as you gasp my name while I stroke you to climax is so incredibly sexy. I will never tire of that sound. So much more personal and original than any generic ringtone on a cell phone."
"Oooooh," Jane breathed as she felt the warm wet heat of Maura's tongue trace the shell of her ear.
Maura smiled and nipped softly at Jane's earlobe. "So, do you see the validity of my argument?"
"What argument?" Jane breathed, sufficiently distracted by the blonde's actions.
"Ahem," their waiter discretely cleared his throat behind them.
"You know," Maura spoke to the waiter, "I think we're going to need these entrées boxed up to go," she held Jane's gaze as she spoke and shuddered slightly as she watched the brunette's tongue slide out and slowly wet her lips.
"I'm sorry?" the young man squeaked as he watched the brunette lift the blonde's hand up to her mouth.
Jane smirked when she heard Maura moan softly as she pressed a soft kiss to the blonde's palm. "We're going to have dessert first junior," she told him, her eyes locked on Maura's flushed cheeks and dark hungry eyes. "Box up the dinners so we can get out of here."
The short ride from the restaurant to Maura's house was interesting, to say the least. They almost crashed twice in the five mile stretch – once when Jane was licking and sucking rather energetically at Maura's neck, and the second time when she started running her fingers up higher and higher under the doctor's skirt until she was able to feel exactly how aroused Maura'd become.
"Jane," Maura gasped, slapping at the hand under her skirt. "Can you not wait until we get home?"
"No," Jane smiled, again brushing her fingers over Maura's damp panties which caused the car to momentarily swerve to the right.
"Well, you need to or else I'm going to crash," Maura giggled as she again slapped at her lover's teasing hand.
"Where's your sense of adventure?" Jane teased.
"In the bedroom, where it belongs," Maura replied.
The minute Maura'd pulled into her garage Jane was moving – out her door and over to the driver's side of the car so she could attack Maura the minute she climbed out of the car. Of course, this plan was ruined when Maura climbed carefully out her door and held Jane's attack in check with a forceful, yet amused, command of, "Not until I get our dinner in the fridge. Eventually we're going to want to eat real food."
Jane glowered at her girlfriend and her self-satisfied smile. "You're liking that you did this to me, aren't you?"
"Mmm," Maura murmured, placing a quick chaste kiss to the brunette's cheek. "Yes. But, I don't want to accidently drop our entrées, so you're going to have to wait two minutes while I store them properly."
Jane scowled and followed Maura into the kitchen, the scowl turning into a grin as she watched Maura squat ever so slightly to slide the dinner boxes onto an open shelf. Yummy.
Maura turned around from closing the fridge door to find Jane leaning against the island, looking every bit like a cat poised to attack.
"Hi," she smiled.
Jane growled softly as she pushed off of the counter and quickly enveloped the blonde in a searing kiss.
Maura gasped slightly when her back came into contact with the refrigerator, the cold of the stainless steel seeping through the back of her Armani dress into her skin propelling her off the appliance in a move that caught Jane completely by surprise. Which is how she ended up sprawled on her back across the kitchen island.
"Wow," she smiled up at Maura. "Hi there."
"Mmm," Maura smiled as she appraised the flushed and wanting woman before her. She reached down and tugged Jane so that her center was at the edge of the counter. "Hi," she breathed, leaning in to nuzzle Jane's mound through her trousers.
"Oh god," Jane moaned at the contact, her hips automatically lifting into the blonde's touch.
Maura smiled into the fabric as she slid her hands up the inside of Jane's thighs, laughed as she heard Jane groan with displeasure when her hands skipped over the brunette's center.
"Do you remember what I said at the restaurant?" Maura murmured as she easily flipped open the button to Jane's slacks and began sliding the zipper down it's track.
"Mmpft," Jane moaned. "Yes," she sighed as she felt Maura begin tugging at her trousers.
Maura smiled as she worked the black slacks down Jane's lovely long legs, tossing them carelessly aside when she finally got them all the way off. "Good," she breathed, lifting the brunette's leg so she could lay a trail of kisses up the newly exposed skin.
Jane writhed under Maura's lips, occasionally breaking into a short burst of giggles as the blonde's mouth moved over a ticklish spot. Maura hummed happily to herself as she took her time savoring the woman spread out before her.
Jane sighed happily as she felt Maura's lips get closer and closer to where she so desperately needed her, purred as Maura licked, kissed and sucked at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, swore softly when Maura stopped mere inches from her throbbing center to pick up her other leg and begin her torture again.
Maura smiled as she felt Jane squirming under her but did not rush her attentions upon the brunette, she had every intention of truly savoring the taste, feel, smell and sounds of her lover.
Jane moaned and writhed, gasped and bucked under Maura's touch until she was sure there was no way she'd be able to take any more teasing.
"Please," she moaned, her hips lifting ever so slightly off the counter.
Maura smiled against her pleading lover and wordlessly pressed another soft adoring kiss to the quivering flesh before her.
Jane whimpered as she felt Maura's lips trail up her leg at an excruciating slow pace, mewled pleadingly as she felt the hot heat of the blonde's breath against her.
Maura smiled as she leaned in and nuzzled Jane's center through her soaked panties, reveling in the heady aroma of the brunette's obvious want. She kissed her softly through the thin fabric which caused Jane to jerk violently under her.
"Please," Jane tried again.
Maura nuzzled the wet fabric one last time, breathing in deep the smell of Jane's arousal, before she obligingly slid her hands up to grasp and remove the pair of ruined lingerie.
Jane sighed softly as the cool air of the kitchen hit her, moaned loudly when she felt Maura's hands spreading her wider, mewled pathetically as she watched Maura's mouth hover just above where she needed her.
"You are so beautiful," Maura breathed against Jane's dripping center, the undulating waves of her breath causing the brunette to twitch wantonly under her.
"Maura," Jane pleaded, lifting her hips for emphasis.
Maura moaned softly as she closed that final distance to slowly lave her tongue up Jane's slit, her hands sliding around the brunette's hips to hold them still while she traced the tip of her tongue around the perimeter of Jane's folds, collecting, tasting, savoring her arousal.
"Fuck," Jane hissed as Maura's tongue stroked across her clit, the simple touch to that swollen bundle of nerves arcing through her like an electric shock.
Maura smiled as she repeated the motion, once, twice, five times – each time causing Jane to hiss, buck, and moan under her. She nipped gently at Jane's clit and looked up in concern when she heard the brunette's head slam into the countertop.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Maura," Jane moaned, her hips lifting off the counter seeking the blonde's touch.
Maura stood and slowly traced a finger through Jane's lower lips, coating the digit in her arousal before sliding it slowly into her.
"Yesssssssssssss," Jane hissed as she felt Maura begin rocking her finger in and out. "More," she pleaded softly. So close, she was so close.
Maura complied and added a finger on her next slow thrust, pushing into Jane and stalling – taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of wet velvet heat grasping at her. She curled her fingers as she pulled out, dragging the tips over that one spot that never failed to cause Jane to gasp and buck and plead for more, her left hand moving to expertly to tease the brunette's clit as she began thrusting in earnest, curling her fingers on every down stroke, setting a steady pace that was sure to bring Jane screaming over the edge.
Jane writhed on the counter, the familiar heat building and coiling low in her belly as she raced closer and closer to release with every knowing thrust of her lover's hand.
Maura watched Jane bite down on her lip as she rode the wave building inside her, watched the way the brunette's cheeks grew more and more flushed.
"Maura," Jane gasped as she felt the first wave of release cascade through her body.
Maura stilled her hand at that first clench of muscles against her but resumed slowly stroking Jane through the orgasm and beyond, her movements tender and loving (even though such confessions had yet to be made) as she brought Jane over the edge of euphoria one last time, gasping, moaning and sobbing as the second tidal wave rolled through her body leaving her boneless and weak.
Maura stayed in place between the brunette's legs, her hands gently massaging Jane's firm abs as she waited for her lover to come down from her high.
Once the world stopped spinning and her heart slowed to a somewhat regular beat, Jane sat up and smiled. "Wow," she murmured, embarrassedly wiping away the tears that had escaped during that unexpectedly powerful second orgasm.
"Mmm," Maura smiled as she pushed up onto her toes to kiss Jane gently.
"That was …," Jane's voice trailed off as she failed to think of a good enough adjective to describe what'd just happened.
"Well, I aim to please," Maura murmured, pleased that she'd left Jane speechless.
"Well, you definitely succeeded there," Jane chuckled as she pushed off of the counter and kissed Maura tenderly. "I'm taking you to bed now," she murmured, running her hands over the blonde's body possessively.
"M'kay," Maura breathed into Jane's lips, twining their fingers together as she let Jane lead them down the hall to her room.
Jane stopped Maura beside her bed with a kiss – a searing kiss full of unspoken love and desire, full of hands wandering teasingly soft and firm over fabric and flesh, and ended with both women weak kneed and gasping for air. Foreheads rested against one another as air was sucked greedily into needful lungs, twin smiles of happiness tweaking kiss swollen lips as heaving chests pushed aching breasts together.
Jane's fingers danced nimbly down the back of Maura's dress, finding the tiny zipper hidden at the back and slowly drawing it down so that the exquisitely tailored dress fell effortlessly to the floor. Jane took a step back to allow her hungry brown eyes room to devour the semi-naked woman standing brazenly confident in her matching ruby red bra and panties. Her lips tingled with the need to taste, to savor the very essence of this enigmatic woman who'd become the center of her world.
Maura smiled as she watched Jane's eyes roam her body, the hungry desperate longing so evident in the detective's keen eyes freezing any insecurities she might have about being ogled in such a way. There was no judgment in her lover's gaze, just pure unadulterated passion and desire that let her know that she was beautiful and wanted.
Jane smiled softly as her eyes locked onto Maura's, her movements confident and decisive as she closed the distance between them and gathered the blonde in her arms.
"I need you," she breathed against Maura's lips. "I need to feel you," she kissed her softly. "To hear you, to taste you," she moaned as she hungrily recaptured the blondes lips with her own. "God, I need to taste you Maura."
Maura shuddered delicately in her lover's tender embrace, her eyes rolling back in her head slightly at Jane's raw words. She felt Jane's fingertips slide up her spine and seconds later her bra was falling off her shoulders, soft lips peppering kisses upon her neck as firm confident hands covered her before the bra had even hit the ground.
"So beautiful," Jane breathed between kisses. "Mine. So beautiful." She repeated, the reverent mantra causing Maura's fingers to tighten in her lover's shirt to help her keep her balance.
Maura felt the cool air of the room hit her as Jane's hands dropped to her waist, gently but firmly pushing her back onto the bed. She reached behind herself as the back of her knees hit the mattress, giving herself over to Jane and allowing the brunette to press her down into the mattress. Jane's lips never left Maura's as they slid back further onto the bed; the brunette's fingers busy sliding Maura's ruined panties down her legs, Maura's fingers busy working open the slippery buttons running down the front of the detective's shirt.
Jane sighed as she felt Maura's fingers finish opening her shirt, growled when she felt the blonde's thumbs brush knowingly over her painfully aroused nipples.
"Christ Maura," Jane groaned, thrusting her hips down into the blonde as she fought for control.
"What?" Maura murmured playfully running her thumbs over the same path, delighting in the way Jane's breath hitched in her throat and her eyes fluttered closed at the simple caress.
Jane looked into her lover's twinkling eyes and sighed. "I am trying to make love to you. Can you please stop teasing me to distraction?"
Maura bit her lip coquettishly. "But I like touching you," she murmured, running her thumbs over the brunette's nipples again and flashing a smile full of teeth and faux innocence.
Jane straddled the blonde's waist and sat up, pressing her decidedly wet center into Maura's stomach and drawing a small measure of satisfaction from the breathy moan that escaped the blonde as she slid her hands up to cover Maura's. She lifted Maura's right hand off of her and moved it to the side where she let it drop to the mattress. She saw the protest in Maura's eyes disappear in a cloudy haze of desire as she smiled and lifted the blonde's other hand to her lips and began slowly running her tongue over and around the doctors talented fingers.
"Ooooooh," Maura sighed, her stomach clenching wonderfully and her nipples hardening painfully as she watched Jane's tongue teasingly caress her index finger before it was captured in the warm wet heat of the detective's mouth.
Jane smiled, enjoying the sight of Maura's body flushing with arousal as she sucked and teased the captured digit. She used her hand that was comfortably holding the blonde's wrist to slowly guide the finger out of her mouth, making sure to let it scrape delicately through her teeth before allowing it to escape with a wet pop. She worked her way through each of the fingers on Maura's left hand before gently lowering it to the blonde's side and beginning an identical torture on her right hand that had previously been rudely ignored. She let the last finger fall from her lips and reached down to grab hold of Maura's hand that had tangled itself in the sheets, gathered both in her own before lifting them up above the blonde's head and pressing them into the mattress.
The last thing Jane needed was Maura deciding to get frisky again.
"Keep them there," she instructed.
"Or what?" Maura grinned.
"I'm a cop – I do have handcuffs," Jane reminded her.
Maura smiled. "Fun."
Jane gaped for a moment in surprise before she rolled her eyes and, keeping one hand on both of Maura's, lowered her mouth to the blonde's. "Please," she begged softly, allowing her breath to dance across Maura's parted, waiting lips. "Please just enjoy this, let me make love to you."
Maura groaned loudly and lifted her head up to kiss the brunette adoringly. "You don't fight fair," she murmured, arching her back to press herself up into her lover.
"Never said I did," Jane smiled as she leaned in and captured Maura's bottom lip between her teeth and nipped gently at the captured flesh.
Maura moaned and gave herself over to the feel of Jane atop her, the whispering wet sounds of their kisses breaking off as breathing demanded, the slow burning fire in her belly being stoked to a blinding white heat at every soft brush of lips against her skin.
Jane smiled to herself as she pressed soft kisses down the side of Maura's neck, making sure to stop and pay special attention to the sensitive spot just above the hollow of her throat before moving further south to gnaw playfully at the blonde's collarbone and making her giggle.
Jane slid down Maura's body enough to be comfortable as she leaned in and, holding Maura's lust darkened gaze with her own, began slowly spiraling her tongue around the blonde's firm breast. When she reached the pebbled pink nipple at the peak she traced the outline of the tip with her tongue, wetting the hardened nub so that when she blew softly on it Maura arched and moaned with pleasure before leaning in and capturing the bud between her lips and nipping gently on the sensitive tip.
"Sweet Jesus," Maua moaned, the fingers of her left hand above her head clenching madly at the wrist of her right as she fought the urge to tangle her fingers in Jane's tresses and pull her in closer, tighter.
Jane chuckled at the blonde's outburst and leaned over Maura's body to apply an identical torture to her other breast, covering the breast she'd just abandoned with her hand so she could roll, pinch and tweak the hardened tip in time with her ministrations on the blonde's other side.
Maura moaned and writhed under her lover's synchronized assault on her breasts, her hips bucking randomly up into Jane when the pleasure became just too intense. She growled low and deep when she felt Jane's sit up against her as the brunette's hand slide up her side to palm her left breast.
Jane stared, transfixed by the beauty pinned under her as she massaged and kneaded what she was sure had to be the most beautiful pair of breasts in the world. She ardently watched the way Maura's head was tossing and turning as she gave herself over to Jane. So bespelled, she was, that it wasn't until Maura's eyes flashed open and captured her own that she realized her hands had stopped moving.
It didn't take Maura nearly so long to realize that Jane's ministrations upon her had stalled, and when she looked up into the brunette's chocolate eyes her breath was knocked right out of her by what she saw simmering there. Instinctively she lifted her hands to gently cradle her lover's face between her palms, her thumbs automatically brushing against the most desirable set of cheekbones she'd ever seen.
Jane relaxed into Maura's touch, felt her heart warm at the gentle caress against her cheeks and she knew this was it for her. She leaned down and kissed Maura tenderly as she pushed herself up enough to reposition her legs between the blonde's.
Maura sighed as she gave herself over to the kiss, moaned loudly as she felt Jane's tongue begin running down her throat, through the valley between her breasts and over her stomach as the brunette slid down her body to settle comfortably between her thighs. She smiled down at Jane who was too busy placing feather soft kisses to her inner thighs to notice the loving gaze watching her every move.
Maura's eyes snapped shut at the first gentle press of a kiss against her, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt Jane's nimble tongue lave up her center before sliding inside her.
Jane watched Maura as she made love to her with her mouth, lips, teeth and tongue. Watched how the blonde's hands searched blindly for something to hold on to. Jane reached up and twined her fingers with Maura's, squeezing gently before letting go and running her hands back down around Maura's hips to cup her ass and lift her ever so slightly off the mattress so she could plunge her tongue just that little bit farther into her.
"Fuck," Maura moaned as she quickly became overwhelmed by the sensation of Jane's tongue plunging in and out, around and through her center.
Jane felt the blonde's hips begin to speed up against her so she moved her attentions up to the swollen bundle of nerves that she'd previously ignored.
Maura bucked wildly as she felt Jane's tongue flick softly over her clit once, twice, ten times, each stroke growing slower and firmer against her.
Knowing how close Maura was and that she was practically holding herself up in the air now, Jane gathered Maura's clit in her mouth and sucked at the sensitive nub as she slid a hand up under her chin to quickly slide two fingers into her love and begin stroking slowly in time with her sucks to bring Maura screaming over the edge of the abyss of euphoria.
Maura felt her entire body clench, her neck, back, abs, arms, and legs as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced hit her like a freight train. It wasn't a gentle rolling wave of release, it was a knock-out punch from a world class boxer that left her reeling. The room was spinning and there was a faint buzzing in her ears that only went away because everything went black around her.
Jane noticed the sudden absence of sound emanating from her lover at the time she felt Maura go limp above her and carefully disentangled herself from the blonde so she could check on her. She was concerned until she got high enough up the blonde's body to see what had to be the world's goofiest grin plastered across Maura's face. She could hear ragged breaths escaping Maura's lips and could feel the strong racing beat of the blonde's heart under her hand so she just chuckled to herself as she tenderly gathered her love in her arms to cuddle her back to consciousness.
Maura came back to the world to find herself in Jane's arms. "Hi," she smiled.
"Hey," Jane grinned.
"What happened?"
"You passed out."
"Oh," Maura breathed, quickly running through the last moments she could remember and realizing that the brunette was right.
"Yeah," Jane laughed.
"What's so funny?" Maura demanded.
"I've never made anyone pass out before," Jane pressed a soft kiss to the blonde's lips.
Maura stuck her tongue out and rolled over so her back was pressed into Jane's front.
Jane smiled and tightened her hold on the blonde. "You know what?" she murmured by way of a peace offering.
"What?" Maura grumbled, still pretending to be angry.
Jane took a deep breath as she leaned in to whisper against Maura's ear. "I love you."
Maura smiled. "I know," she murmured as she rolled back over to kiss Jane softly. "I love you too."
"Know what else," Jane smiled, her heart full to bursting at Maura's words.
"What?"
"You were right. The sounds you make in bed are so much better than any ringtone."
Maura laughed and buried her head in Jane's neck. "You're lucky I love you," she murmured.
Jane sighed happily. "I know."
The End