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Leather Jacket
By mel
Jane Rizzoli skipped down the front steps of the precinct, an expectant bounce to her gait as she ran through the possible reactions Maura could have to seeing her in the leather jacket she had stashed in the back of her car. She felt her cheeks flush slightly at the memory of that weekend where she first got Maura to wear her glasses, and dear lord she looked better than the woman who started her whole glasses obsession in the first place. She chuckled softly to herself as she climbed into her car, her building arousal at the mere memory of Maura sporting those ridiculously sexy specs not lost on her as she squirmed slightly in her seat trying to get comfortable despite the growing wetness between her legs.
She hummed happily with the radio as she drove across town to Maura's house, checking every so often that the coat was still spread across the back seat. Not that she was concerned that it would get up and walk away, but rather enjoying the increased staccato to her heartbeat that she felt every time she saw it. Because, really, the jacket was ruined for her for anything beyond carnal activities as every time she saw it she remembered the way Maura's eyes grew dark and hungry and her hands, lips, teeth and tongue began … to … oh … dear … lord.
Jane sighed in relief when she finally pulled up at Maura's place, her undeniably distracted thoughts had made the drive more than a little dangerous. She wasn't entirely certain, but she was pretty sure there was a red light or two that she might have driven through and there were a handful of stop signs that she blatantly ignored in her hurry.
She killed the engine and quickly reached behind her to grab the coat, slipping it on over her thin frame as she climbed out of the car. She strode slowly around the front of the vehicle toward the front door, doing her best to slip into the 'Butchy McFabulous' vibe that Maura had confessed to finding so incredibly sexy.
Three quick knocks on the door and she stepped back and shoved her hands in her pockets, shifting her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels and then back again as she waited for Maura to open the door. Sure she had a key, but part of the whole fantasy that had been playing through her head all day involved Maura opening the door to her so she could watch the blonde's reaction.
And Maura sure as fuck didn't disappoint.
Maura threw the door open and grinned as she took in the sight of her dark lover standing on her steps totally owning that deliciously sexy leather coat and the attitude that went with it. She'd never admit it, but she was beginning to develop a rather large affection for that damned television show.
"Well hello," Maura drawled, her eyes raking over the brunette's lithe figure.
"Hey," Jane grinned, cocking her head to the side as she reveled in the way Maura was looking at her.
Looking at her like she was something to be devoured.
Oh. Fuck. Yeah.
"Mmm," Maura purred appreciatively as she blocked the doorway to openly ogle her girlfriend.
"Are you going to invite me in or are we just going to have eye-sex out here on the porch?" Jane grinned.
The Detective had expected Maura to blush and step away from the doorway inviting her in, she was most definitely not expecting the feral growl that rumbled deep in the blonde's throat and the strong hand that wrapped itself around her collar and literally dragged her inside the house.
Hello, Jane thought as Maura slammed the front door closed after them and then proceeded to shove her back up against the portal as the doctor claimed her mouth with a hungry ferocious kiss. Goddamn.
Jane moaned loudly as she felt Maura's hands slide up her arms, felt her knees threaten to buckle as the blonde's deceptively strong fingers dug into her shoulders as Maura's lips ghosted over her cheek toward her ear.
"This is a very pleasant surprise, Detective," Maura growled softly as she dropped one hand to the brunette's breast and began to fondle her roughly through her shirt.
"Goddamn," Jane grunted as she felt Maura's fingers clamp tight around her nipple.
Maura smiled softly and nipped at the lobe that was so tantalizingly close, shuddering slightly at the moan that escaped Jane as she sucked the tender flesh soothingly as she released the brunette's breast and moved her hand down over the detective's flat stomach to begin unfastening her belt.
Jane moaned low and deep as Maura's lips returned to her own and she felt the blonde's nimble fingers successfully open her belt and begin working on unbuttoning her trousers. The button came open easily and if Maura wasn't holding her up against the door she would have collapsed as she felt the blonde cup her through her now thoroughly ruined panties.
"Mmm," Maura moaned appreciatively. "You are so wet. You like this, don't you."
"Mpft," Jane grunted, her hips bucking into Maura's teasing touch. "Yes."
"Me too," Maura smiled as she slipped her hand inside the wet heat that was waiting for her. "Goddamn," she hissed quietly as she slid her fingers through the brunette's folds.
"Fuck Maura," Jane groaned as the blonde's fingers brushed over her clit.
"Hmm," Maura murmured, leaning back slightly from her lover so she could look into her eyes. "What do you want baby?" she asked, punctuating the question by again running a fingertip over the brunette's swollen clit.
"You," Jane gasped. "Want you."
"How?" Maura pressed, very much enjoying the visual of Jane in all her Butchy McFabulousness pinned against her front door and pleading to be touched.
"God Maura," Jane leveled her heavy gaze on the woman who was literally torturing her. "Fuck me. Fuck me," she repeated for emphasis, rather enjoying the way Maura's eyelids fluttered closed at the request. Demand. Command.
Fuck, who was she kidding, she was flat-out begging.
Maura's eyes flashed open as she thrust two fingers deep into the brunette, as deep as she could, the force of her thrust lifting Jane up onto her toes momentarily in surprise.
"Shhhhhhhhit," Jane hissed as Maura's fingers pumped into her, each stroke feeling like it went harder, faster, deeper than the one before.
This was definitely a new facet to Maura, and she was definitely enjoying it.
Maura added her hips to her thrusts, driving herself as deep as she could into the brunette, only mildly concerned with where, exactly, this ferocious need to take Jane so savagely had come from.
Jane, for her part, couldn't have cared less where this all came from – she was just so fucking glad that it had. She gripped Maura's shoulders tightly, her head making a solid thump as it fell back against the steel door after a particularly powerful thrust.
"Christ Maura," Jane yelped as the blonde bit down on the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder. "Fuck yes!" she yelled as the blonde's tongue ran over the mark, soothing the wounded flesh.
Although it seemed impossible, the force and speed of Maura's movements inside her lover increased and the blonde ran her tongue up the column of the brunette's throat to lick at her parted lips.
"You are so fucking sexy," Maura growled as she thrust hard and deep.
And stopped.
What the fuck? Jane opened her eyes to stare at her lover. "Wha?" she gasped in surprise at the now excruciating absence of movement inside her.
Maura grinned, looking every bit like the cat that caught the canary, and rocked her fingers inside her lover. "I want to watch you come," she purred.
Oh. Fuck.
Jane nodded dumbly and fought to keep her eyes open and those wonderfully talented fingers began moving again, some of the ferociousness lacking as Maura instead focused on making sure she hit the soft spongy patch inside her lover on every down stroke and rubbed the heel of her hand against the brunette's clit to punctuate every thrust.
Jane bit her lip as she fought to keep her eyes open as the powerful release building inside her grew, her legs shaking with the strain of trying to keep herself upright as she was shoved screaming over the edge into orgasm.
Maura gasped at the force of the brunette's orgasm, her fingers stilling in their ministrations as the brunette clenched around them so tightly that she had no other option, no way to stroke her and draw out the pleasure.
That is the fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen, Maura thought to herself as she watched Jane ride out her release.
When the pressure around her fingers relaxed she gently removed them, noting the small gasp that escaped Jane as she did so. She wrapped her arms around the brunette who was still looking a little shell-shocked and not entirely aware and held her close as she came down from her high.
"Goddamn Maura," Jane laughed shakily when she was finally able to formulate a coherent thought.
"Hmm," Maura hummed as she shifted slightly in an attempt to escape the uncomfortable wetness of her own arousal.
"Not that I'm complaining, because really, I am so not complaining," Jane chuckled. "But what was that?"
"What can I say Detective?" Maura drawled as she twined her fingers with Jane's. "I really like you in that jacket."
"I'll say," Jane smiled as she let the blonde lead her up the stairs toward her bedroom.
The End