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Jane had been off all night. Maura had asked twice and had been shut down abrasively. When they left The Dirty Robber, Maura didn't want to invite Jane home with her, even though she still wanted to know what was wrong.
But Jane asked, and Maura was polite so she said yes.
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"I'm going to head out." Jane had nursed one beer all evening, and said nothing else. Jane stood, and Maura stood to walk her out, knowing better than to ask again or to offer Jane to stay over.
Jane ducked her head quickly as Maura was distracted by the door and kissed her. Maura left the door alone, turning in Jane's arms.
Jane was tall and muscular and strong and she kissed hard and fierce, like she was trying to prove something. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't great, and Jane's hands were under Maura's shirt already somehow, like Jane was a teenage boy and she'd driven Maura home after a movie or something. Like they were waiting for Maura's parents to open the front door and catch them making out.
The only parent here was Jane's, though, and she was still at work.
Jane pulled away, her face a bright red blush.
"Um. Goodnight," Jane said, fumbling with the door behind her, unable to look away. Maura could have mercy and let her go. She could open the door and allow herself time to process. Or she could question Jane. There were so many questions, and she didn't know where to start.
"Did you mean to do that?" Maura asked, and Jane nodded, her eyes wide and a little scared now, still fumbling for the lock behind her. "Is there a reason you meant to do that?"
Jane slouched against the door and groaned.
"I'm sorry, okay? I just wanted to know what it was like. Just once. Just to see if I liked it. And I didn't want to talk about it."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Did you like it?"
Jane's eyes caught Maura's lips and she nodded slowly, her eyes worried but her mouth stretching into a smile.
"Yeah. Yeah, I did."
"Well I didn't. Is that how you kiss men?"
Jane shrugged, looking down at her books, utterly dejected.
"Do you even like men? If that's how you kiss men, I'm pretty sure you don't."
"I like you," Jane said quietly.
"And I didn't like kissing you. It was like kissing a man. All action and no finesse." Maura stepped closer, and Jane shrank back against the door, looking so terrified that Maura almost had mercy.
Almost.
"If I wanted to be kissing a man, I'd be kissing a man right now. But I'd rather kiss you."
She brought herself close to Jane, who was desperately pressed against the door behind her. She leaned forward, licking her lips, letting her breath flow through Jane's open mouth, watching her sharp inhale. She raised a hand and brushed Jane's unruly hair behind her ear, then leaned forward again, dragging her lips across Jane's pulsing jugular, feeling the tilt of Jane's hips into her as she did. She pressed a few little kisses along Jane's jaw, hearing her strangled whimpers and smirking to herself. Then she drew back a little, focused on Jane's mouth and closed the distance with her lips.
Jane had been all tongue and teeth, but she clung desperately to Maura's forearms, resting on the door either side of Jane's head, delicious little moans drawn from her throat as Maura gently pressed closed mouth kisses against Jane's lips until they parted for her, Jane's breath uneven, her hands finding purchase on Maura's hips and pulling her closer, the heat of her pelvis nearly burning against Maura's belly. Maura introduced her tongue to the mix, slowly and tenderly cataloguing Jane's lips and teeth and tongue, catching Jane's lower lip between her teeth and gently tugging until she felt Jane's knees buckle.
She pulled away, but not far.
"That's how you kiss a woman, Jane. Like she's precious. Like she's worth taking your time with her. Like you value her emotionally," Maura informed her. She looked Jane over; she was a mess, her face and chest flushed bright red, her legs trembling, keeping herself upright with her grip on Maura. Her lips were plump and dark from the increased blood flow, and Maura could feel the way Jane was straining not to press her pelvis any harder into her. Jane nodded slowly, as though she hadn't heard a word, her eyes fixed on Maura's mouth. Maura could finish Jane off fully clothed without even touching her, but she had mercy.
Or maybe she was being just a little bit mean, letting Jane leave in such a state.
"Goodnight," Maura said, reaching behind Jane and unlocking the door. She saw Jane's shoulders slump as she peeled herself away from Maura, reaching for the door handle.
"You know, your legs look unsteady. Perhaps you'd better not drive home. You know you're always welcome to stay."
Jane looked down at her hopefully, and Maura knew suddenly how Korsak felt, all those helpless puppies giving him those hopeful eyes.
"I can?"
"Only if you plan on kissing me again." Maura wondered how much of the rush Jane had been in was Catholic guilt and repressed homophobia, and how much of it had been sheer nerves. But Jane turned the lock with confidence and pushed Maura back gently, all the way back to the kitchen counter.
"Oh, I plan to. I plan to kiss you like a woman." Jane's grin was wicked, but her hands were gentle.
Jane's eyes searched Maura's face, dropping down to her lips, followed by Jane's mouth, soft and sure this time, like she had all the time in the world.
say what you will about rizzoli & isles but the show really Did Something every time jane showed some hidden depth that immediately got maura wet. jane being accepted into off-brand harvard, teaching tommy how to play chess, visiting the louvre, referencing jules verne, etc, etc. if this show gave me nothing else it gave me this