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Tease
By mel
Maura was relaxing in the corner booth of her favorite Italian restaurant in the North End, toying with her wine glass and smiling to herself as she imagined Jane's reaction when the brunette saw that she was wearing her glasses. The ones they'd dubbed the Cabots. In public. A small shiver of anticipation rolled down her spine as a picture of Jane's lust-filled eyes filled her mind.
Oh yes, tonight was going to be quite a lot of fun.
Jane pulled up at the restaurant and groaned when she realized that she'd left her suit coat on the back of her chair at the precinct. She thought about just foregoing the jacket, but there was a distinctive chill to the air signaling the oncoming change of seasons so she resignedly reached into her backseat and grabbed the coat that she'd left there earlier that morning. She shrugged the jacket on and grinned a little as she imagined Maura's reaction to seeing her in it.
Maura looked up from the menu she was perusing as she heard someone approach the table.
"Fuck," Jane breathed appreciatively as she took in Maura's black power-suit (she had been in court all day testifying in a rape/homicide case), pale pink silk shirt and the Cabots. Oh fuck yeah.
"Hmm," Maura arched a brow questioningly, unable to form a more coherent thought as she took in the sight of Jane in her leather jacket. Oh yes.
Jane dropped into the booth and smiled. "Nice specs doc."
"Mmm, thanks," Maura returned her lover's smile. "Nice jacket. Do you want me to call the maître d' over and have him hang it up in back for you?"
"Are you going to put your glasses back in your purse?" Jane answered with a question of her own.
"I forgot the case at home and I don't want to scratch the lenses so I'm just going to keep them on," Maura replied.
"Well," Jane grinned, thinking to herself that two can certainly play this game. "I'm feeling a bit chilled after being outside so I think I'm just going to keep the jacket on through dinner tonight."
"Oh," Maura breathed, her fantasy of teasing Jane to insanity flying out the window.
"Mmm," Jane smirked. "This is shaping up to be a very interesting date, Doctor Isles."
"Indeed it is Detective Rizzoli," Maura nodded as she reached for her wine glass.
"Admit it," Jane growled as she pushed Maura up against the wall of the foyer and pinned her arms above her head. "You wore the glasses to tease me."
"Not until you admit that you kept the jacket on to drive me wild," Maura struggled to free her hands, finally realizing that she wasn't going to get them loose and instead opting to slide her thigh in tight against Jane's crotch.
"Fuck," Jane hissed, her hips automatically pressing down into the blonde's leg before she willed herself to step back and away from that wonderful pressure.
Maura laughed softly.
"You think this is funny?" Jane smiled as she ran the tip of her tongue over the blonde's cheek, just under the frames she was still wearing.
"Damned frustrating, actually," Maura replied as she pressed one foot into the wall as leverage to help her push off and switch their positions.
"Fuck," Jane gasped in surprise. "Where did you learn to do that?"
Maura smiled wolfishly before capturing the brunette's lips in a hard and hungry kiss. "Yoga."
"Bullshit," Jane chuckled, her laugh turning to a moan as she felt Maura nip not so gently at her neck.
"Fine," Maura smiled as she ran her tongue over the bruised flesh, soothing it from the bite. "I might have been watching a documentary on free runners and the techniques they use to propel their bodies off of buildings and other structures the other night when you got called out to a scene."
"Ooooooh," Jane groaned, unable to form a more coherent thought because one of Maura's hands had somehow worked itself inside her trousers.
The blonde smirked and let out a little laugh at feeling her lover's submission, which – of course – spurred Jane back into action. Using a move similar to the one Maura'd employed, she pushed off of the wall with her foot but instead of spinning them around she bull rushed Maura across the hall until the blonde tumbled backwards over the arm of the couch in her living room.
"Oh!" Maura gasped in surprise.
"Mmm," Jane answered unintelligibly, her head buried between the blonde's breasts. "Yummy," she chuckled as she lifted her mouth to capture Maura's straining nipple through her clothes.
"Jane no," Maura pushed her lover up off her.
"What?"
"It's a silk shirt Jane," Maura replied.
"Fine," the brunette shrugged, wrapping her fingers inside the front of the shirt and ripping it open, buttons flying across the room and pinging against a multitude of surfaces. "Now it won't get wet," she announced before leaning back in and recapturing the nipple she'd been sucking on moments before.
Maura gasped at the warm mouth surrounding her, simultaneously aroused at the sensation and beyond pissed that Jane had gone and ruined her favorite silk shirt.
"Ugh," she rolled off the couch and landed on top of Jane, not noticing in the tussle that her glasses had somehow disappeared.
"What?" Jane looked up at her girlfriend's angry face.
"That," Maura growled as she yanked the brunette's shirt up off over her head and carelessly tossed it aside. "Was," she removed Jane's bra and tossed it over the back of the couch. "My favorite shirt," she palmed the Detective's exposed breasts possessively.
"Well," Jane drawled, reaching up behind the blonde straddling her waist and unsnapping her bra, "you started it."
"Did not," Maura replied petulantly as she shucked her ruined shirt and bra before leaning in to capture a dark nipple between her lips.
"Fuck," Jane groaned, her hips bucking slightly of their own accord. The unintentional movement brought her attention back to what was happening and she quickly flipped them over so she was now hovering above one very flustered blonde.
"How did you do that?"
"Judo," Jane smiled and captured a rosy pink nipple between her teeth.
"God Jane," Maura groaned, running one hand down the brunette's muscular stomach and into her pants.
"Christ," Jane gasped as she felt Maura's long fingers slide under her panties and dip into her center.
Maura moaned softly as she felt the veritable ocean of warm wet heat waiting for her. "Take these off," she demanded, tugging at the brunette's remaining clothes.
"Make me," Jane smirked as she slid down Maura's body, forcing the blonde's fingers out of her pants as she slid her own hands up under Maura's skirt and pushed the fabric up over her waist.
Knowing that she wasn't going to win a wrestling match with her decidedly more rough-and-tumble girlfriend, Maura decided to try a different tactic.
"God Jane," she rolled her hips up into her lover's touch. "I want to taste you."
That got the brunette's attention.
"No," Jane answered after a few seconds. "You can't just tease me all night and then have your way with me."
"You teased me too," Maura argued. "Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you in that jacket and not drag you off to the bathroom and just take you?"
"Yes," Jane grinned and ran two fingers up the lace panties covering the blonde's center. "Yes I do," she repeated herself, this time sliding her fingers around Maura's panties and through her arousal. "God you're wet," she breathed.
"Yes," Maura moaned as she felt Jane's fingers ghost over her throbbing clit.
"And ready," Jane grinned as she teased the blonde's opening.
"God," Maura groaned, her hips rocking into her lover's teasing touch. "Yessssssss," she hissed as she felt Jane's fingers fill her.
And stop.
"Admit it," Jane smiled wickedly.
"Admit what?" Maura gasped, struggling to focus around the sensation of the brunette's long fingers inside her.
"Admit you wore the glasses to tease me," Jane replied, scissoring her fingers inside the blonde for emphasis.
"Fuck," Maura hissed. "Coercion!"
"You're not a lawyer M," Jane chuckled, pulling out and pushing back in swiftly before again stalling her hand. "Admit it. Admit you wore them to tease me."
"Yes," Maura gasped, her hips bucking wantonly, desperately seeking more contact. Her mind wanted to fight back, but her body just wanted to come. "I wanted to tease you!"
Jane grinned and began to slowly pump her fingers in and out.
"More," Maura gasped. "Faster."
"Hmm," Jane leaned in and kissed Maura softly. "Nope."
"Fuck," Maura groaned as she felt Jane set a familiar rhythm, one that she knew would bring her right to the edge but wasn't enough to send her over it. "Please," she begged, her hips again trying to work counterpoint to the brunette's agonizingly slow and teasing thrusts.
"No," Jane murmured against the blonde's lips, rather enjoying herself now that she'd worked past her initial frustrations.
Jane kissed Maura hungrily, pushing her tongue into the blonde's open and willing mouth, her tongue thrusting in time with her fingers down below. She felt Maura's body begin to tense beneath her and knew that the blonde was getting so very close to the edge, felt the first small tremor roll through her and knew that she now had Maura dancing along the edge of orgasm.
The muffled moans filling her mouth were another sign that Maura's release was indeed so perilously near.
Jane pushed up off her lover so she could watch the blonde fall to pieces. On her next thrust she added a third finger that had Maura screaming in pleasure, and on the thrust after that she began rubbing small circles over the blonde's swollen clit
That was all it took to throw Maura into release, screaming several rather colorfully creative combinations of the words "fuck", "yes", "Jane", "God", "Christ", and a few others that Jane couldn't quite decipher.
"Wow," Maura chuckled softly as the last tremor left her.
"Mmm," Jane smiled and laid down on top of the blonde. "I really like you in those glasses."
"I could tell," Maura smirked, looking around and finding them half under the couch. She picked them up and put them back on.
"God I love those glasses," Jane smiled and kissed Maura hungrily.
"Mmm," Maura moaned, using the brunette's distraction to her advantage and flipping them over so she was now on top. "I know," she grinned and began kissing her way down Jane's throat.
"Wha?" Jane asked.
"I wasn't kidding," Maura smiled, her eyes twinkling as she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of the brunette's pants.
"About?" Jane replied, lifting her hips and allowing the blonde to remove her clothes.
Maura arched and grinned as she spread Jane's legs wider. "I want to taste you," she murmured, leaning in and blowing softly over the brunette's heated core.
"Oooooooooooooooh," Jane breathed, lifting herself up onto her elbows so she could look at her lover. "Are you gonna keep the glasses on?" she asked hopefully.
"Mmm," Maura looked up at Jane through her glasses and held brown eyes captive as she slowly ran her tongue through her lover's arousal. "That depends."
"On what?" Jane moaned, already knowing that she'd agree to basically anything to get Maura to keep the glasses on.
"Admit you kept the jacket on to tease me," Maura smiled.
Jane looked at her lover and answered immediately. "I kept the jacket on to tease you."
"Well that was easy," Maura replied before again lowering her tongue to the brunette's dripping center.
"What can I say?" Jane grinned as she enjoyed the visual of Maura's gorgeous head moving slowly between her thighs. With her glasses perched perfectly on her nose. "I love those glasses."
The End