Handcuffs
Title: Handcuffs
Author: PI
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Just small ones
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: My non typo-ridden response to the R&I Porn battle
I have a present for you" Maura singsonged to Jane while stitching up Boston's latest victim.
"If it's cause of death and DNA to nail the killer then give me, otherwise I'll pass." Jane replied
"Better." Maura quipped, finishing the last stitch. "Let me clean up and I'll give it you." She turned towards the sink, stripped her gown and gloves off and threw them into the trash.
"Maaaura." Jane whined "I want to go home before midnight."
Pausing in her scrubbing, Maura turned to look at Jane "But I thought you were coming over to my place, we were going to grab burgers from that place you love and I hate."
Jane interrupted "Just because you wouldn't know good meat if it bit you in the ass..."
Maura continued without pause "and in exchange you promised to try some of that lovely red wine my friend picked up in Italy. Don't worry if you overindulge my guest bedroom is always open."
"Right, did you pick up some beer for me to drink after I suffer through one glass." Jane watched as Maura turned towards the locker room. "I still need cause of death."
"The giant hole in his chest. Something you should think about if you insist on continuing to eat red meat, if you knew how significantly it increased you risk for coronary artery disease. The accumulation of atheromatous plaques in your arteries..."
"I'm guessing a heart attack didn't kill him, unless hearts have taken to exploding out of chests." Jane replied, well used to Maura's recriminations about her diet.
"A wooden shaft was inserted into his thorax."
"He was staked?"
"Yes" Maura replied. "I'll meet you upstairs, I want to shower." The door swung closed behind her. Jane sent an exasperated look towards the closed door. Knowing it would be at least 45 minutes before she saw Maura again she trudged upstairs to do some paperwork. If Maura wasn't so pretty to look at....
"You would what Rizzoli, not be missing a perfectly good Red Sox game on TV and a cold beer" Jane muttered to herself as she climbed the stairs.
***
"Here it is." Maura proclaimed as she pranced toward Jane's desk carrying an obnoxiously pink bag filled with what appeared to be pink sparkly tissue paper. Jane looked at Maura, perfectly groomed as per usual, with trepidation. "I didn't wrap it, the lady at the store did." she said as she placed the package on Jane's desk. With much the same caution one might approach a bomb, Jane peeked through the mountains of tissue paper jumping back when she saw what the bag held.
"There's handcuffs in there,' she seethed through clenched teeth, checking to see if any body was close enough to hear.
Undeterred, Maura reached into the bag to pull her present out "Not just any handcuffs, fuzzy, padded ones. I was thinking about what you said the other night and though you didn't say whether you engaged in such activities I though it better safe than sorry. Police issue handcuffs can lead to severe damage, compressing the superficial branch of the distal radial nerve."
Grabbing the pink, pink!, cuffs from Maura's hands and shoving them quickly into the bag, Jane hissed at Maura under her breath "We're in the middle of a police station for christ's sake and why on god's green earth would you buy me..." Jane lowered her voice even further as shift change led more officers into the room "those, those" gesturing towards the bag she continued "things."
Maura looked perplexed "I was just worried about the possibility of radial neuropathy." Grabbing the bag and Maura's elbow Jane quickly ushered them out of the station while muttering to herself "Only Maura."
***
"This is actually pretty good" Jane said while waving her glass towards Maura, who was seated at the other end of the couch.
"The finer things in life aren't all bad" Maura said primly while sipping from her own glass. The remains of their dinner and two empty wine bottles lay discarded on the coffee table and though Maura's innate sense of tidiness urged her to clean up, her libido much preferred watching Jane in her slightly tipsy state. Wearing only a tight black tank, her sweater long ago discarded, with her hair slightly mussed, and her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, Jane looked, if possible, even more attractive than usual. Jane gulped the last of her wine and Maura cursed most people's inability to see that life was too short to limit oneself to either men or women.
Stretching her legs across the couch, an action that resulted in her sock clad feet grazing Maura's thighs, Jane looked critically at her friend and said "You look uncomfortable in that get-up, it's Friday night, you're sitting around drinking expensive wine and eating greasy food with your best friend there's no need to wear Armani or whatever. Where are those cute silk pajamas you usually wear."
Glancing down at her dress Maura replied "It's Badgley-Mishka actually, and my pajamas are Armani."
Shaking her head Jane continued "Whatever, you make it look good, but then you could probably dress from the clearance section of Wal-mart and look hot. My point is you should change into something more comfortable." Maura shot Jane a strange look but obeyed her and left the room to change.
Returning to the room wearing a pair of short silk shorts with matching camisole, Maura stopped in the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine. Upon entering the living room, she was rewarded with Jane's quick gasp and lingering glance as her legs and chest.
"Jesus effing Christ why did you change into fuck-me clothes, are you trying to seduce me or something" Jane shook her head as if trying to clear it and paused before continuing in a slightly strained btone "because I'm not really in the mood."
Sitting down on the couch Maura sat the wine down on the table and reached for the corkscrew "Don't be ridiculous Jane this is what I wear to bed normally. Now have another glass of wine."
***
It was 2AM when a the feel of the mattress dipping woke Jane. "Maura?" she whispered groggily while turning to look at her bed companion, the light citrusy scent confirming Maura's presence. "What is it? What's wrong?" She started to sit up, but In the light from the hallway Jane could see that Maura was holding a very distinctive pink package. She lay back down with a groan.
"I wanted to talk about these." Maura replied.
"What?" Jane growled and rubbed her hands over her face trying to ignore how Maura's presence in her bed was doing to her nether regions "Now? Can we talk about this in the morning?"
Jane heard the rustling of paper and then felt Maura shift closer "I don't think so, see I was sleeping and I was having this very nice dream where I used these very handcuffs."
Sighing, Jane kept her eyes closed and said "Fine, whatever, you can have them and use them to explore feats of flexibility with yoga man."
A weight on top of her caused Jane's eyes to shoot open, revealing a very naked Maura straddling her dangling the pink fuzzy cuffs. "No, you see in this dream I was having I used these" Maura used Jane's shock to lift the detective's arms over her head "on a certain tall, lanky brunette." Jane's sex quivered with desire and her eyes let Maura know this wasn't mistake.
Maura continued, looping the handcuffs through a slot on the head board and slipping Jane's wrists into the cuffs, "in the dream I restrained the woman and had my way with her, without damaging her radial nerve of course."
With that statement Jane lunged up to try and capture Maura's lips. Obliging her, the doctor leaned in and attacked her quarry's mouth. As their tongues fought for dominance Maura's hands pushed Jane's tank up and began circling the detective's breasts. Jane whimpered and broke away from their kiss panting. Maura's fingers lightly traced Jane's nipples. "Pleaase" the brunette begged. Jane knew this was a bad idea, sleeping with her best friend, but it was the middle of the night and Maura was irresistible.
"I'm in charge" Maura murmured and, with her lips, began tracing a path down Jane's neck and chest, her hands shifted to the taller woman's hips as her mouth closed over the nipple in front of her. Jane tugged uselessly at the cuffs as Maura's tongue and teeth did decidedly illegal thinks to her. She wanted desperately to touch the vixen holding her captive. The blonde switched breasts and nipped delicately at the nipple before soothing it with her tongue.
The smaller woman used her hand to tug at the panties obstructing her passage, Jane obligingly lifted her hips, and soon Maura was running her finger along a very wet seam.
"Fuck" Jane sobbed as her torturer combined a particularly hard bite with a light dance of finger along her sex. One finger ran from back to front gathering wetness and swirling over her clit. Maura sat up to look at the sight in front of her. Jane's sweat slicked body was impossible to resist, her dark areolas puckered with arousal with hands stretched gorgeously over her head.
"MMMM" the doctor declared sucking her wetness covered fingered into her mouth under her partner's watchful eyes. Returning that finger to the sex underneath her she delicately circled Jane's clit. "Open your eyes Jane. I want you to watch this." Using two fingers to run through her victim's vulva, Maura looked directly into the detective's eyes as she took those same fingers and thrust them into her own sex. "MMMM, yes" she continued thrusting as Jane mewled pitifully. The brunette's leg shifted restlessly, but the blonde did little more than quickly gather more wetness from her partner and then thrust her fingers back into herself. Jane begged and attempted to gain some control by flipping Maura, but the pink material was apparently sturdy and kept her contained. The pattern continued with Maura stopping only occasionally to torture the other woman with light pressure on her clit or a quick thrust.
"Oh fuck, you're killing me" Jane moaned after attempting uselessly to get the woman on top of her to keep her fingers on her over-stimulated sex for more than a second.
"Not quite yet" the doctor panted breathlessly as she used one hand to pluck her nipple and the other to keep thrusting. Her whines increased and her eyes shut as Jane watched. The blonde was now pistoning three fingers in and out almost brutally. With a keening sound she shuddered and came. As her thrusting slowed she opened her eyes and smiled at her partner. She removed her fingers from her sex and leaned down until she was almost kissing the clearly aroused woman under her. She brought her damp fingers to Jane's mouth and traced her lips. Jane panted and wasted no time tasting the wetness.
Maura shifted down and pushed Rizzoli's thighs apart. She blew on the now leaking lips before spreading the engorged vulva apart and tasting the bud at the top with the tip of her tongue. Her patience expended the detective thrust her hips upwards. Using one hand to restrain her companion the doctor lowered her mouth to suck the pulsing clit, switching between lashing it harshly with her tongue and drawing soft circles. As the tenor of the moans underneath her increased the blonde thrust two fingers into her companion.
Three thrusts later and Jane broke "Oh fuck, oh God, Mauuraaa."
Coming down from her high, Jane barely noticed Maura undoing the cuffs and cuddling into her side.
Casting a critical eye towards the innocent woman curled next to her, Jane asked "That's the real reason you bough those things, it had nothing to do with the radial artery or whatever."
"Distal radial nerve Jane." Maura said sounding exasperated.
"I don't care. You gave me a naughty gift, plied me with expensive wine, and put images in my brain that lingerie of yours. You WERE seducing me." Maura ignored her and snuggled deeper into her side. Jane flipped Maura onto her back, with her hair hanging down to brush the tips of the blonde's nipples. "Need I remind you Dr. Isles payback's a bitch."
Author: PI
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Just small ones
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: My non typo-ridden response to the R&I Porn battle
I have a present for you" Maura singsonged to Jane while stitching up Boston's latest victim.
"If it's cause of death and DNA to nail the killer then give me, otherwise I'll pass." Jane replied
"Better." Maura quipped, finishing the last stitch. "Let me clean up and I'll give it you." She turned towards the sink, stripped her gown and gloves off and threw them into the trash.
"Maaaura." Jane whined "I want to go home before midnight."
Pausing in her scrubbing, Maura turned to look at Jane "But I thought you were coming over to my place, we were going to grab burgers from that place you love and I hate."
Jane interrupted "Just because you wouldn't know good meat if it bit you in the ass..."
Maura continued without pause "and in exchange you promised to try some of that lovely red wine my friend picked up in Italy. Don't worry if you overindulge my guest bedroom is always open."
"Right, did you pick up some beer for me to drink after I suffer through one glass." Jane watched as Maura turned towards the locker room. "I still need cause of death."
"The giant hole in his chest. Something you should think about if you insist on continuing to eat red meat, if you knew how significantly it increased you risk for coronary artery disease. The accumulation of atheromatous plaques in your arteries..."
"I'm guessing a heart attack didn't kill him, unless hearts have taken to exploding out of chests." Jane replied, well used to Maura's recriminations about her diet.
"A wooden shaft was inserted into his thorax."
"He was staked?"
"Yes" Maura replied. "I'll meet you upstairs, I want to shower." The door swung closed behind her. Jane sent an exasperated look towards the closed door. Knowing it would be at least 45 minutes before she saw Maura again she trudged upstairs to do some paperwork. If Maura wasn't so pretty to look at....
"You would what Rizzoli, not be missing a perfectly good Red Sox game on TV and a cold beer" Jane muttered to herself as she climbed the stairs.
***
"Here it is." Maura proclaimed as she pranced toward Jane's desk carrying an obnoxiously pink bag filled with what appeared to be pink sparkly tissue paper. Jane looked at Maura, perfectly groomed as per usual, with trepidation. "I didn't wrap it, the lady at the store did." she said as she placed the package on Jane's desk. With much the same caution one might approach a bomb, Jane peeked through the mountains of tissue paper jumping back when she saw what the bag held.
"There's handcuffs in there,' she seethed through clenched teeth, checking to see if any body was close enough to hear.
Undeterred, Maura reached into the bag to pull her present out "Not just any handcuffs, fuzzy, padded ones. I was thinking about what you said the other night and though you didn't say whether you engaged in such activities I though it better safe than sorry. Police issue handcuffs can lead to severe damage, compressing the superficial branch of the distal radial nerve."
Grabbing the pink, pink!, cuffs from Maura's hands and shoving them quickly into the bag, Jane hissed at Maura under her breath "We're in the middle of a police station for christ's sake and why on god's green earth would you buy me..." Jane lowered her voice even further as shift change led more officers into the room "those, those" gesturing towards the bag she continued "things."
Maura looked perplexed "I was just worried about the possibility of radial neuropathy." Grabbing the bag and Maura's elbow Jane quickly ushered them out of the station while muttering to herself "Only Maura."
***
"This is actually pretty good" Jane said while waving her glass towards Maura, who was seated at the other end of the couch.
"The finer things in life aren't all bad" Maura said primly while sipping from her own glass. The remains of their dinner and two empty wine bottles lay discarded on the coffee table and though Maura's innate sense of tidiness urged her to clean up, her libido much preferred watching Jane in her slightly tipsy state. Wearing only a tight black tank, her sweater long ago discarded, with her hair slightly mussed, and her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, Jane looked, if possible, even more attractive than usual. Jane gulped the last of her wine and Maura cursed most people's inability to see that life was too short to limit oneself to either men or women.
Stretching her legs across the couch, an action that resulted in her sock clad feet grazing Maura's thighs, Jane looked critically at her friend and said "You look uncomfortable in that get-up, it's Friday night, you're sitting around drinking expensive wine and eating greasy food with your best friend there's no need to wear Armani or whatever. Where are those cute silk pajamas you usually wear."
Glancing down at her dress Maura replied "It's Badgley-Mishka actually, and my pajamas are Armani."
Shaking her head Jane continued "Whatever, you make it look good, but then you could probably dress from the clearance section of Wal-mart and look hot. My point is you should change into something more comfortable." Maura shot Jane a strange look but obeyed her and left the room to change.
Returning to the room wearing a pair of short silk shorts with matching camisole, Maura stopped in the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine. Upon entering the living room, she was rewarded with Jane's quick gasp and lingering glance as her legs and chest.
"Jesus effing Christ why did you change into fuck-me clothes, are you trying to seduce me or something" Jane shook her head as if trying to clear it and paused before continuing in a slightly strained btone "because I'm not really in the mood."
Sitting down on the couch Maura sat the wine down on the table and reached for the corkscrew "Don't be ridiculous Jane this is what I wear to bed normally. Now have another glass of wine."
***
It was 2AM when a the feel of the mattress dipping woke Jane. "Maura?" she whispered groggily while turning to look at her bed companion, the light citrusy scent confirming Maura's presence. "What is it? What's wrong?" She started to sit up, but In the light from the hallway Jane could see that Maura was holding a very distinctive pink package. She lay back down with a groan.
"I wanted to talk about these." Maura replied.
"What?" Jane growled and rubbed her hands over her face trying to ignore how Maura's presence in her bed was doing to her nether regions "Now? Can we talk about this in the morning?"
Jane heard the rustling of paper and then felt Maura shift closer "I don't think so, see I was sleeping and I was having this very nice dream where I used these very handcuffs."
Sighing, Jane kept her eyes closed and said "Fine, whatever, you can have them and use them to explore feats of flexibility with yoga man."
A weight on top of her caused Jane's eyes to shoot open, revealing a very naked Maura straddling her dangling the pink fuzzy cuffs. "No, you see in this dream I was having I used these" Maura used Jane's shock to lift the detective's arms over her head "on a certain tall, lanky brunette." Jane's sex quivered with desire and her eyes let Maura know this wasn't mistake.
Maura continued, looping the handcuffs through a slot on the head board and slipping Jane's wrists into the cuffs, "in the dream I restrained the woman and had my way with her, without damaging her radial nerve of course."
With that statement Jane lunged up to try and capture Maura's lips. Obliging her, the doctor leaned in and attacked her quarry's mouth. As their tongues fought for dominance Maura's hands pushed Jane's tank up and began circling the detective's breasts. Jane whimpered and broke away from their kiss panting. Maura's fingers lightly traced Jane's nipples. "Pleaase" the brunette begged. Jane knew this was a bad idea, sleeping with her best friend, but it was the middle of the night and Maura was irresistible.
"I'm in charge" Maura murmured and, with her lips, began tracing a path down Jane's neck and chest, her hands shifted to the taller woman's hips as her mouth closed over the nipple in front of her. Jane tugged uselessly at the cuffs as Maura's tongue and teeth did decidedly illegal thinks to her. She wanted desperately to touch the vixen holding her captive. The blonde switched breasts and nipped delicately at the nipple before soothing it with her tongue.
The smaller woman used her hand to tug at the panties obstructing her passage, Jane obligingly lifted her hips, and soon Maura was running her finger along a very wet seam.
"Fuck" Jane sobbed as her torturer combined a particularly hard bite with a light dance of finger along her sex. One finger ran from back to front gathering wetness and swirling over her clit. Maura sat up to look at the sight in front of her. Jane's sweat slicked body was impossible to resist, her dark areolas puckered with arousal with hands stretched gorgeously over her head.
"MMMM" the doctor declared sucking her wetness covered fingered into her mouth under her partner's watchful eyes. Returning that finger to the sex underneath her she delicately circled Jane's clit. "Open your eyes Jane. I want you to watch this." Using two fingers to run through her victim's vulva, Maura looked directly into the detective's eyes as she took those same fingers and thrust them into her own sex. "MMMM, yes" she continued thrusting as Jane mewled pitifully. The brunette's leg shifted restlessly, but the blonde did little more than quickly gather more wetness from her partner and then thrust her fingers back into herself. Jane begged and attempted to gain some control by flipping Maura, but the pink material was apparently sturdy and kept her contained. The pattern continued with Maura stopping only occasionally to torture the other woman with light pressure on her clit or a quick thrust.
"Oh fuck, you're killing me" Jane moaned after attempting uselessly to get the woman on top of her to keep her fingers on her over-stimulated sex for more than a second.
"Not quite yet" the doctor panted breathlessly as she used one hand to pluck her nipple and the other to keep thrusting. Her whines increased and her eyes shut as Jane watched. The blonde was now pistoning three fingers in and out almost brutally. With a keening sound she shuddered and came. As her thrusting slowed she opened her eyes and smiled at her partner. She removed her fingers from her sex and leaned down until she was almost kissing the clearly aroused woman under her. She brought her damp fingers to Jane's mouth and traced her lips. Jane panted and wasted no time tasting the wetness.
Maura shifted down and pushed Rizzoli's thighs apart. She blew on the now leaking lips before spreading the engorged vulva apart and tasting the bud at the top with the tip of her tongue. Her patience expended the detective thrust her hips upwards. Using one hand to restrain her companion the doctor lowered her mouth to suck the pulsing clit, switching between lashing it harshly with her tongue and drawing soft circles. As the tenor of the moans underneath her increased the blonde thrust two fingers into her companion.
Three thrusts later and Jane broke "Oh fuck, oh God, Mauuraaa."
Coming down from her high, Jane barely noticed Maura undoing the cuffs and cuddling into her side.
Casting a critical eye towards the innocent woman curled next to her, Jane asked "That's the real reason you bough those things, it had nothing to do with the radial artery or whatever."
"Distal radial nerve Jane." Maura said sounding exasperated.
"I don't care. You gave me a naughty gift, plied me with expensive wine, and put images in my brain that lingerie of yours. You WERE seducing me." Maura ignored her and snuggled deeper into her side. Jane flipped Maura onto her back, with her hair hanging down to brush the tips of the blonde's nipples. "Need I remind you Dr. Isles payback's a bitch."