6 The Getaway

Jane was determined to shower before settling in on the couch with a pizza for the evening. The weather change had made her hands ache and all she could think about was warming up in the shower and spending a nice quiet evening with Maura.
Frost brought Maura photos earlier of a body found near Faneuil Hall off Clinton Street. Maura recognized the area immediately, because she shopped the marketplace for fresh seafood. She spent three hours sitting up and assisting Suzie with an evidence log, so when Jane came in to shower, Maura was napping on the bed and didn’t even stir.
Jane was pretty proud of herself actually for being able to engage Maura in work in a way that would keep her off ladders and away from spring cleaning, gardening and emptying the garage. Jane unhooked her bra, and dropped her clothes in the hamper before grabbing a towel.
As soon as Maura heard the shower running, she stirred.
“Actions speak louder than words’ and since she was at a loss of words for what she wanted from Jane, there would be no doubt about it afterwards. Before she could talk herself out of it, Maura hobbled into the bathroom as quietly as possible and stripped the walking boot and her panties off, letting them fall into the floor. She slid into the shower behind Jane.
The brunette was washing her hair, eyes closed, covered in suds and buried deep into her post-run fantasy. Jane had no intentions of admitting that during her last fling with a man, she almost blurted out ‘Maura!’ in bed and quickly amended it to ‘My God!’
Jane’s fantasies always started out the same since she had been staying with Maura and the master shower was large enough for a roman orgy. She could always feel Maura’s presence in the shower with her usually at the other shower head, washing her hair as well. In this shower, and dozens before this, Jane would finish with her hair, eyes still closed, basking in the warm waterfall raining down on her and with soap-drenched sponges she would turn to Maura and …
“HOLY SHIT!” Startled, Jane bellowed at the sight of Maura when she turned around.
“I can go if you’d like,” Maura sheepishly offered. Maura continued to smile at both Jane’s shock and the expletive. This time she would not correct Jane’s language.
Flabbergasted, Jane couldn’t get a complete sentence out.
“Uh, no, Maura?” Jane almost questioned if this was the woman she was in love with finally standing before her or just a vision like so many before. Finally, “Stay” fell out of Jane’s mouth, realizing the stunning woman before her was very real.
“Are you okay, Maur,” Jane gently offered, still puzzled at her friend’s presence in the shower with her.
“Do you need help showering?”
“I think I do, Jane, do you mind?”
Cautiously, hesitant, Jane inquired “Where do you want me to start?”
“I think you know, sweetie. Somehow it feels like I have been in here with you before. I know you have certainly been in several of my showers,” Maura admitted.
“Oh, have I, Dr. Isles,” Jane smiled. She finally wrapped her head around what was happening between them.
“Yes, Detective. Please, call me Maura. We are a little past both formality and friendship, don’t you think?”
“I do. I have for quite some time now.” Jane rested her soapy arms across Maura’s shoulders.
“So have I, Jane. I just couldn’t verbalize it exactly or someone always barged in on us.” Maura’s arms found their way around Jane’s waist.
“I know what you mean,” Jane concurred.
“So are we gonna’ stand here and waste all this hot water?” Maura fell under the spell of that Rizzoli grin, but she had already been standing up on her foot too long.
“Actually, we could be conserving water by communal showering,” Maura perkily offered.
“No communes, Maura. Just us.”
“Of course,” the blonde answered and reached up to pull Jane’s face into a kiss.
Both women had waited too long to speak. The chaste kiss grew deeper and then passionate followed by probing. Jane walked them two steps backward and leaned Maura against the shower wall to take some of the pressure off of her full body weight standing on her ankle.
“I could stay in here all day for this, baby,” Jane confessed.
“Me, too, as soon as I am soundly on my feet again.” Maura smiled a gentle reminder that she was indeed out of the boot.
“True. Let’s get you scrubbed, off your feet and into bed.”
“I was hoping that’s what you would say.” Maura slid her hands down and examined the muscles in Jane’s lower back and ass, thrilled at how firm they had become from all the running. The detective had stayed in stellar shape without a doubt.
Even with Maura’s hands roaming, Jane forced herself to concentrate on her duties as home health care giver and for the last time, showered Maura without driving her own arousal further.
Jane hopped out onto a towel and made sure her feet were dry and then swooped Maura up into her arms and off into what for the first time would actually be their bed. She lay Maura down gently on the sheet and then climbed in across and over her.
“I suppose I couldn’t get away with telling you I am a virgin right now, could I?” Maura smiled at Jane’s confession of innocence, and reassured her with, “I promise this will be better than anything you have ever felt before. It’s like dancing. Every couple finds their own rhythm.”
“So you are telling me, without telling me, you’ve danced this way before?” Maura didn’t hesitate to speak.
“Europe, boarding school … it practically promotes women as lovers.”
“So is that a comfort or should I consider you kinky,” Jane raised her eyebrows as Maura pushed her back on the bed and crawled across her.
“I’ll let you decide. I do need to forewarn you, while we were undercover at the bar and you kidded ‘you would always be the guy’…it doesn’t work that way. If I wanted a guy, I wouldn’t be here with you. I love every tender, gentle and soft part of you, Jane Rizzoli, and I want to make sure you never forget this day.”
Jane’s throat landed in her gut. In that instant, as Maura’s lips moved across her neck, Jane pulled Maura against her and felt her full weight in her arms. Jane whimpered as Maura’s lips began to map her.
A beautiful game of naked chess unraveled before them. Jane matched Maura move for move, memorizing her skin with kisses. The arousal between them grew even more when Maura flicked her tongue across Jane’s nipples. If Jane had stopped to think, she would have realized the rest of the world will never see Dr. Maura Isles this tender, passionate, playful or emotional. Jane loved the way Maura had taken over and worked her into a frenzy.
Out of breath, Maura nuzzled Jane’s abdomen and lay her head down.
“Oh my God, baby, you are incredible” spilled out as Jane wrapped herself around Maura and Maura slid Jane’s legs apart and shifted her legs in between them.
“I’m not even started yet, love. Can you scoot back up on the bed a bit? I don’t want to hang my legs off the bed just yet.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Jane affirmed. She pulled Maura with her as she went and Maura caught her breath, realizing how much she had always loved Jane’s body and her physical strength. She tried her utmost not to touch the bullet scar on Jane’s midsection when she continued nibbling and kissing her way down.
Maura gazed up into Jane’s face and felt both the heat and the wonder between them.
“Janie, are you ready for this,” Maura was both pleading and hopeful.
“My God, my mother is not in our bed, just saying.”
“Sorry, honey. I just don’t want to rush you. I mean, half an hour ago you were dreaming about me in your shower and I just showed up.”
“Maura, I would have thrown you out of bed if this was not what I wanted and if I weren’t so worried about your ankle still, I would have attacked you already.”
“Really,” Maura raised her eyebrows, thrilled at the possibilities.
Jane was still wet from the shower and Maura slid her hand between Jane’s legs as if they had been lovers for years. She could have relied on science and nature, but instead she relied on all the passion she heard in Jane’s voice. Gentle moans became more urgent when Maura stroked Jane’s clit and put three fingers inside of her. Simultaneous, Maura started to nibble and suck on Jane’s inner thigh and the moment her mouth landed in the wet flesh Jane groaned loudly.
“Damn, Maura, where have you been all my life,” accompanied Maura’s methodic sucking on Jane’s clit. She stopped suddenly and flicked her tongue across it and started slow circles while her own body began radiating.
Maura had no intention of interrupting to answer Jane, and Jane realized they were more connected than they had ever been. Maura wasn’t ready to come yet, but couldn’t help herself and bellowed “Jane!” trying hard to hold herself back. Jane leaned forward across Maura’s back and began pushing herself against Maura’s hand as hard and fast as she could. Maura withdrew her hand, wanting all of Jane and crushed her lips as far inside her as she could. She was splashed and covered with Jane’s spasm and an instant later, gasped at her own explosion.
Jane fell back onto the mattress and Maura rolled over into the crease of Jane’s leg and crawled up to rest on her stomach. Neither said a word, but Jane felt Maura purring against her as she nodded back off and after the six mile run, Jane collapsed as well.