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Jane stared at her phone for a full minute before typing anything, trying to mentally decide if this was a good idea or if she was just a little bit tipsy and horny. Either way…
“You up?” She hit send before she could overthink it, then immediately groaned and dragged a hand over her face, dropping her phone to her lap. “Smooth, Rizzoli. Real smooth.”
Across town, Maura’s phone lit up on her nightstand. She was still awake, propped against silk pillows with a half finished glass of wine, idly reading. She smiled the second she saw Jane’s name and immediately grabbed her phone. “I am. Insomnia, or perhaps suboptimal decision making involving a second glass of Barolo. You?”
Jane almost instantly picked her phone back up when she felt it buzz and read Maura’s text as she huffed out a quiet laugh. “Couple beers in. Can’t sleep. Thought I’d check if the Queen of the Dead was still alive.”
Maura’s lips curved, a warmth blooming in her chest that had nothing to do with the wine. “Barely. Though I’m flattered you’re thinking of me at this hour.” She glanced at the clock and saw that is almost eleven.
Jane hesitated again, thumb hovering before committing. The alcohol made everything feel a little looser, a little less guarded and she accidentally texted what she was thinking. “Yeah, well, you’re kinda hard not to think about.”
Maura blinked at the screen when that message came through. That was not at all what she had expected in response to her playful tease. Yet, there it was. That line Jane would never cross in the day light blurring now.
Maura shifted against her pillows, pulse picking up just slightly because of how interesting this could get. “That’s an intriguing statement, Jane. Care to elaborate?”
Jane groaned again, tossing her head back against her own pillow. She knew that last text was too much. “Don’t make me regret texting you, Maura.” A pause and then another immediate text. “Never mind, too late.”
Maura let out a soft laugh, the sound echoing in her quiet bedroom. “You initiated this conversation. So any regret is self-inflicted.”
Jane smirked a bit as she took another sip of her beer. “You’re enjoying this way too much. I can just tell.”
Maura typed her next message more slowly, carefully. “Perhaps I am because you’re different when you’re like this.”
Jane frowned slightly, curious now. “Like what?”
Maura stared at her phone as the words formed in her mind, surprised at her own boldness, but she didn’t stop herself. “Less guarded. More honest. More flirty.”
Jane swallowed, suddenly very aware of how quiet her apartment felt. “Honest and flirty, huh?”
“Yes. For example, I don’t think a fully awake Jane Rizzoli would admit she thinks about me late at night.” Maura sent that one before she lost all nerve.
Jane’s heart gave a small, traitorous thump at that message. “Maybe fully awake Jane Rizzoli lies more than she should.”
That made Maura go very still, her hand tightening its hold on her phone for a moment before she was able to text her back. “Why would she do that?”
Jane exhaled slowly, staring up at her ceiling for a moment before she texted the answer, not letting her brain talk her out of it this time. “Because it’s easier.”
Another pause followed, longer this time as the weight of that settled between them. Maura set her book on her beside table and shifted again, drawing one knee up slightly as she put all her focus into this text. “Easier?”
Jane’s reply came after a few seconds. “Easier than saying stuff that might change things.”
Maura’s breath caught just a little, her heart skipping several beats. “Change things between us?”
Jane rolled onto her side, phone close, as if that somehow made the distance smaller between her and Maura. She was feeling brave tonight so it would seem. “Yeah.”
Silence stretched between messages, thick, charged, not uncomfortable but definitely different. This was the most profound conversation they had yet. Then Maura took a small jump forward. “Not all change is detrimental, Jane.”
Jane let out a quiet, shaky laugh. “That’s the most Maura Isles answer you could’ve given and I’ll take that as a compliment…but you really think that? About change?”
Maura didn’t hesitate this time her fingers flying over the keyboard. “I think some things evolve because they’re meant to.”
Jane’s grip on her phone tightened slightly. “And what do you think this is?”
Maura’s eyes flicked over the message, her heart picking up again. She could deflect, make a joke, return to safety, but she didn’t because she didn’t want to. “Jane, I think that we’ve been circling something for quite a while now.”
Jane closed her eyes briefly and felt her stomach doing flips. She let out a shaky breath and opened her eyes, typing. “Yeah. Feels like that.”
Maura bit her lip, then let the next text slip through, bolder now. “Tell me, Jane, if things were different, if you weren’t worried about changing things….what would you say to me right now?”
Jane’s breath hitched, just slightly and she sat up instantly. She looked down at her phone and read the message over and over again, a full minute almost passing before she just decided to stop overthinking for once and say it. “Well, there is a lot I would say but my first thought right now is telling you that you looked really good in your dress today and I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Maura’s cheeks flushed, even alone, not even being able to hear Jane say it, but it was just how open she was. Finally. “I wear certain colors for you,” she admitted, letting out a shaky breath as she typed. They were both going for honesty now. “I know how much you love when I wear dark blue. I see the way you look at me when I do.”
She hit send and then licked her lips slowly, thinking about her next text for just a second before she typed another. “Tell me what else you would say to me right now.”
Jane, who was still reeling from that previous text, practically jumped when the next one came through. Maura wore specific dress colors for her! For her, not anyone else! When she realized Maura had followed up with a question, Jane smirked a little, confidence building. “I’d probably say I wish you weren’t all the way across town right now.”
Maura’s fingers stilled over the screen, a smile forming. “That’s quite direct.”
“You asked.”
Maura chuckled a bit, practically seeing the smirk on Jane’s face right now. “Well, if I were there with you, what would you do?”
Jane let out a low breath, somewhere between a laugh and something else. “Careful, Maura.”
Maura bit her lip and grinned as she laid back a bit. “Just answer the question, Detective.”
Jane smirked, though her chest felt tight in a way she didn’t hate and she slipped a little further down her bed, completely comfortable now. “I’d probably start with teasing you for asking that in the first place and then I would definitely stop talking so much.”
Maura’s breath caught again, more noticeably now, and she huffed out a laugh. “An unusual strategy for you. So you would kiss me, huh?”
Jane ran her hand down her face as she smiled like an idiot. “In several different places, yes.”
The silence that followed wasn’t empty, it was full. Full of everything they hadn’t said and everything they maybe were saying now.
Maura had to set her phone down briefly against her chest, exhaling, her whole body tense and flushed. She picked it back up after a moment. “Did we just pass the point of ‘just friends’?”
Jane’s reply came almost immediately this time. “Yeah. I think we passed that point a while ago, though.”
When Maura didn’t respond after a minute and then another, Jane, who usually would have run away by now, pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear. The ringing felt louder than it should have. Too loud, too exposing. “Come on…pick up,” Jane muttered, already half regretting it.
On the other end, Maura froze when her phone lit up again, this time vibrating insistently instead of softly chiming. She knew Jane was calling. She had been trying to figure out how to progress their texts even more and she hadn’t realized she hadn’t messaged back in a couple minutes and Jane was probably on the verge of a meltdown, thinking she went too far. Her pulse jumped as she answered it. “Jane.” Her voice was softer than usual. Warmer, breathier.
Jane swallowed. “Hey.” God, that sounded rougher than she meant it to.
There was a small pause and Maura exhaled, just slightly. “This is unexpected.”
“Yeah,” Jane said, rubbing a nervous hand over her thigh. “I figured texting was getting, uh-”
“Insufficient?” Maura offered, a hint of amusement threading through.
Jane huffed quietly and smiled. “Yeah. That. And I really wanted to hear your voice.”
They could hear it now, in each other’s breathing. The subtle shifts, the fact that neither of them were as composed as they usually were.
Maura spoke first this time, her voice dipping lower. “You sound different.”
Jane smirked a little, eyes half-lidded as she stared at her ceiling. “So do you. You have that breathy, soft voice I’ve only heard you use when you’re flirting.”
Maura laughed softly and blushed. “Well, I am flirting. And you have that deeper, roughness to your voice you always get when you’re feeling something intense.”
Jane closed her eyes and hummed. “I think I’m feeling a lot of intensity right now.”
Maura paused for a moment before she spoke again. “Are we holding back tonight?”
Jane inhaled and let it out slowly. “No.”
Maura shifted on her bed, the faint sound of fabric brushing the microphone. “That could be dangerous.”
Jane’s voice dropped even more and she grinned. “For who?”
“For me,” Maura admitted, barely above a whisper.
“You don’t sound like you mind all that much.”
A small, breathy exhale came through the line, almost a laugh, but not quite. “I don’t,” Maura said. “So…when you said you wished I wasn’t across town…”
Jane’s fingers tightened slightly around her phone. “Mhmm.”
Maura let her eyes slip closed and she relaxed. “What exactly were you imagining?”
Jane let out a low breath, somewhere between hesitation and surrender. “I was imagining you, probably in some very gorgeous outfit, in my apartment,” She let out a shaky breath before she just decided to jump in. Screw it. “And I would do what I’ve wanted to for a long time. I would kiss you. Your lips always look so soft and sometimes it’s hard not to stare at them so I would absolutely kiss you. And..I would touch you. God, you’re just so sexy and I’ve wanted to just run my hands over you for years.”
Maura let out a breath, a soft laugh mixed with something else as she put her phone on speaker and set it next to her on the pillow. “Jane…wow,” she breathed heavily. “And then what would happen?”
Jane raised her eyebrow and smirked at the way Maura sounded and then how her voice seemed further away. “Did you just put me on speaker?”
Maura laughed softly and nodded. “Yes.”
“Why?” Jane teased her as she did the same, putting her phone right next to her on the pillow.
“You know exactly why, Jane.”
Jane laughed softly, her raspy voice sending a chill down Maura’s back and she slowly ran her hand down her own body, imagining Jane doing it instead. “Keep going.”
Jane’s smile grew as she shifted a bit and rested her hand low on her abdomen, under her shirt. “Well, your clothes have to come off before I do.”
Maura gasped a bit and her eyes opened, her head tilting towards the phone. “I wish you could take them off for me,” she said as she sat up a little and worked on taking off her silk pajamas.
Jane’s hand lowered just a fraction at those words, her pinky tucking below the waistband of her shorts. “No you don’t.”
Maura paused, shirt off and midway through kicking her bottoms off. “Why not?”
Jane grinned more. “Because I’m almost positive you’re wearing a silk pajama set of some sort and it probably costs upwards of three hundred dollars and you wouldn’t appreciate me tearing them off you.”
Maura closed her eyes at that mental imagine and exhaled deeply. She swallowed hard and finished kicking her very expensive pajamas off, not caring in the slightest they were crumbled on the floor. She laid back on the pillows, the cold air from the room washing over her, making her nipples harder than they already were. “Okay, they’re off.”
Jane hummed and nodded her head. “Okay. Prove it.”
Maura’s mouth dropped open and her eyes sparkled. “Jane!”
Jane laughed softly. “Oh, okay, so I can tell you how to touch yourself and hear you come but I can’t see your tits?”
Maura burst out laughing, a deep blush covering her whole body now. “Oh my god…” she mumbled as she grabbed her phone and opened the camera app. “This may take a while to get a good angle.”
Jane rolled her eyes and smiled warmly. “No! Just send the first one. Maura, you have no bad angles. Trust me.”
Maura blushed even more, her whole body feeling like it could burst into flames at any moment. She took the picture and didn’t look at it, just sending it to Jane. She knew she was attractive, but knowing she was attractive and then having to take a picture and send it to the one person in the world she always wanted to impress was nerve wracking. What if Jane didn’t actually think she was beautiful with her clothes off? “There. I hate you.”
Jane laughed softly as she picked up her phone when it buzzed. “And I love you,” she whispered before opening the text. She sat up straight and stared, her mouth wide open as she looked at two perfectly shaped breasts and a bit of her toned abdomen. “Oh…oh my god!”
Maura winced and looked up at the ceiling. “Good?”
“Good?!” Jane said incredulously. “Excellent,” she corrected as she slowly laid back down, her eyes never leaving the picture though. “This is going to be my new phone background.”
“Jane no!” Maura laughed, her ego getting a wonderful stroke session now. “Absolutely no one sees that!”
Jane grinned. “Oh yeah, like I would let anyone see this. Maura, I get possessive when people look at you fully clothed. This picture is just for me.”
“Good,” Maura said with a soft smile before she shifted a bit restlessly. “Jane. Tell me how you would touch me now please. I can’t stay still.”
Jane looked over the picture one more time before she put her phone back next to her head and closed her eyes. “I would start by feeling your breasts, obviously, so do that.”
Maura’s breath hitched in her throat a bit at the combination of Jane’s voice and her giving a command, even if she didn’t mean for it to sound that way. She did as she was told, both hands coming up to cup her breasts. “I…I need you to really tell me what to do. I just experienced a very intense response to you telling me what to do.”
Jane bit her lip and nodded her head, a large smile still in place. “Is it my deep, sexy voice mixed with me demanding something of you that does it?” She asked teasingly.
“Yes,” Maura moaned, her back arching a bit.
Jane paused when she heard that moan and her smile dropped instantly. Oh, it was on now. “Fine. Then listen to me carefully and only do what I say? Got it?”
Maura almost whimpered but she held it in. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” Jane said, her heart fluttering when she heard an actual whimper from Maura that time. Interesting kink, Dr. Isles. “I want you to brush your thumbs over your nipples, slowly, just feel them.”
Maura swallowed and did, shivering a bit.
“Squeeze yours breasts, play with them, imagine me doing it for you,” Jane whispered as she slipped her hand down her shorts. She didn’t quite touch herself yet but she was close. “I wish my hands could be on you instead of down my shorts. Not the same.”
Maura felt a wave of arousal wash over her at the mental image of Jane touching herself right now. “No, it really isn’t…” she mumbled as she did as instructed. “Are you touching yourself?”
Jane hummed and grinned a bit again. “Do you think I should?” She teased her.
“Yes. I want to hear what you sound like so badly, Jane,” Maura practically begged.
Jane wouldn’t lie, that turned her on even more and she was already pretty gone as it was. “I think I’ll wait. Just a bit longer. First, I want you to run your hands down your stomach, down your thighs, and spread your legs for me a little but don’t you dare touch yourself Maura Isles.”
Maura moaned and did it all. Her hands down her stomach, over her thighs, spreading her legs, her fingers twitching to go further but she was a good girl, as Jane had said, and she listened. “Jane…”
Jane took her own shirt off and then her shorts, tossing them carelessly aside. “Yes?”
“I can’t wait much longer.”
“No? So what would you do if I was there, on top of you, touching your thighs, but not giving you what you wanted most? What if I just teased you endlessly?”
Maura’s hips twitched a bit as she tried to not touch between her legs, her hands digging into her thighs hard enough to leave bruises. “I would beg you.”
“Do it.”
Maura’s breathing was heavy now, short pants. “Jane please. Please touch me, I need you.”
Jane shivered at the way that made her feel and trailed her own fingers through herself, moaning deeply at how good this felt already, how close she was without even having to touch herself. It was amazing what Maura could do to her brain. “Okay, but go slow,” she huffed out deeply. “Don’t touch your clit, don’t you dare, but I want to know how wet you are.”
Maura nodded and did that immediately. She ran two of her fingers up and down her center, shocked at how soaked she actually was. It had been a while since she was at this level. “Jane,” she whispered with a breathy laugh. “There is absolutely no friction here.”
Jane moaned at the thought and nodded a bit in agreement. “Same,” she whispered as she moved her fingers to her clit and brushed over it lightly, her breathing hitched.
Maura pouted a bit, easily hearing what just happened by the way Jane’s breathing turned heavier. “That’s not fair,” she whimpered. “You get to touch your clit but I can’t?”
Jane smirked at her tone, whiny, breathy, needy. “Do you think you earned that?” She asked as her fingers moved a bit faster.
Maura groaned, her head titling back. “You’re infuriating, Jane Rizzoli!”
“Go. Do it,” Jane encouraged her now. “Rub your clit for me. Make yourself come but I want to hear it. Don’t hold it back.”
Jane had a longstanding fantasy of what Maura would sound like in bed. She had bounced back and forth between quiet and something a little breathy maybe, but never imagined her as being loud. She seemed far too controlled for that but Jane did wonder if she felt a little more reckless, a little more relaxed when she had sex, and would let out loud, long moans and whimpers. It was going to be interesting to find out.
Maura sighed in relief and immediately moved her two fingers to her clit, rubbing circles over it and imagining Jane’s fingers doing the work. God, what would that feel like, she wondered. It had to be intense, there was no way with how intense Jane was in every day life she would be able to shut that off in the bedroom. The thought of being absolutely controlled and taken over by Jane turned her on even more and she titled her head back, moaning. “Jane…”
Hearing the sound of her name fall from Maura’s lips had her right on the edge. Her voice was like silk and she said her name like a prayer.
“Keep going.”
“Yes…”
“I’m getting close.”
“Mmhmm, me too…”
“Come for me. Let me hear it.”
And just like that, the tightness in Maura’s body snapped hard and the recoil it caused was one of the more intense, pleasurable orgasms she ever had. Her body shook as she felt a heavy, deep pleasure start in her pelvis and flood outward. Down her toes, up her spine, behind her neck. She moaned loudly, letting it out, not holding back at all as her toes curled. “Jane, oh-oh my god!”
“Shit…” Jane breathed as the sound of Maura coming was the exact thing she needed to push her right over the edge. Her body tensed for a moment before she shook with each warm wave of pleasure that crashed into her. Hard. She couldn’t remember if there had ever been a time when she actually enjoyed an orgasm this much.
They both collapsed in their separate beds, spent, boneless, eyes closed, hands resting on stomachs and arms draped along foreheads. They were breathing heavy, chests rising and falling rapidly for a moment before they started to come down, tiny aftershocks rolling through them gently.
Jane blinked open her eyes and looked over at her phone, most of the orgasmic bliss fading a bit into more nervous energy now. She didn’t regret that. Not a bit. But…what if Maura did? She bit her lip nervously but before she could say anything, Maura’s voice cut through.
“Don’t you do it,” Maura breathed with a small smile, having rolled onto her side, her phone in her hand, listening to the pure panic she could pick up just from how silent Jane was. “No regrets from me, none, so don’t you have any.”
Jane let out a shaky breath and relaxed further into her bed, picking up her phone and bringing it to her ear. “Okay…okay, I was just nervous that once your brain wasn’t blissed out anymore, you would regret it.”
Maura laughed softly and shook her head. “No, not at all. Do you?”
Jane raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Hell no. In fact, I want to schedule in phone sex sessions with you for the foreseeable future.”
Maura laughed again. “Well…we could. Or, and hear me out Jane, you could just come over and fuck me.”
“Maura!” Jane gasped, lifting the phone from her ear, looking at it in shock, and then bringing it back to her ear as she laughed. “Maura Isles! Maura Dorthea Isles!”
“Stop it, Jane!” Maura laughed harder and closed her eyes.
Jane snickered and slowly sat up. She looked around her room for a moment before she shrugged. “Well, give me an hour. I’m going to pack a bag and head over for this booty call.”
Maura grinned brightly and stretched, almost purring like a cat. “Mmm, just use your key and get to me. I’ll be in bed waiting and if I fall asleep and you don’t wake me up for sex, I swear, I’ll never forgive you.”
Jane got up and quickly pulled her clothes on before she opened a drawer, her phone between her shoulder and ear. “Any special requests on how I wake you if you’re sleeping?”
Maura, now seriously considering feigning sleep when Jane got here, bit her lip. “Mmm, dealer’s choice, but I will say, I’ve always been curious to know what it would be like to have your wicked tongue doing something other than talk.”
Jane burst out laughing as she started to move quickly, just throwing random stuff in a bag at this point. “Did I say an hour I would be there?”
“Mmm, you did.”
“Never mind. Make it twenty minutes.”
And with that Jane hung up the phone and ran out the door.