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Rizzoli & Isles Fic: Need - Jane/Maura (NC-17) (3/3)

Title: Need
Author: anxiousgeek
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Jane/Maura
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex
Summary: Maura and Jane try out another toy Maura had bought.
Notes: I started this fic aaaaages ago, and never wrote the third part. Well I finally wrote it. It can be read as a stand alone though. 1281 words.

Part One - Still
Part Two - Toy

“Maura,” Jane said, pulling at one of the straps around her hip, “I'm really not sure about this.”

She was pretty much hiding in Maura's bathroom, not that she really wanted to admit it, wearing one of her girlfriend's silk nightgowns. She was hoping Maura was wearing the negligee that matched because it was cream, silk, with lace edges and the blondes breasts were barely held by it. And she'd be wet with anticipation, if she weren't so anxious and uncertain.

If she weren't wearing a strap-on.

Maura's head suddenly appeared around the bathroom door, smiling at her, before she took a step inside the room, looking down at the dildo standing up between her crotch. It was realistic enough, and Jane noted her hand twitched to touch her. Or the dildo, she wasn't sure which.

“If you don't want to do this,” Maura said, “you don't have to.”

She did reach out them, and ran a finger under the leather to the strap-on, stroking Jane's skin before she reached up, forcing her fingers behind the dildo, pressing two to Jane's clit softly. The brunette hummed, the anxiety melting away as she reached out to grip the bathroom door while Maura stroked her.

Jane knew she didn't have to, but Maura...this was Maura, the only person in her life she completely trusted. The only person she truly wanted. She would never deny this woman anything.

“Please fuck me Jane,” she whispered into her ear, and she groaned, jerking into Maura's hand.

God how could she deny her anything?

“Okay, Maura,” Jane groaned, “whatever you want babe.”

Maura kissed her, and pulled her hand away, readjusting the strap-on and dildo, taking Jane's hand. She led her back into the bedroom, and lay down on her bed, and Jane could see past the anxiety to admire her girlfriend in the cream negligee that she loved so much,. It skimmed the blondes thighs, the lace stretched over her breasts, hard nipples pushing against the silk.

“God Maura you're gorgeous.”

She let the dressing gown drop to the floor, feeling self-conscious in just the strap-on, but tried not to look down at the dildo. When she moved, it shifted against her clit and she moved to lie on the bed next to Maura with a low groan. The blonde smiled her, urging her to come closer so she could kiss Jane, wrap her arm around and pull her on top of her. To lie between her legs.

It felt weird, but as the dildo pushed against Maura, the blonde whimpered, and Jane really liked that noise.

“You really want this don't you?” she asked, grinning down at her, finally relaxing. Maura simply nodded at her, vigorously, making Jane chuckle before she kissed her again, losing herself in her girlfriend's lips for a moment or two, forgetting about the strap-on and the dildo, until she shifted her hips from side to side, to get comfortable, rubbing the head of the dildo against Maura, hearing her whimper again.

“You miss cocks babe?” she asked, and Maura canted her hips up, shaking her head. “Really?” Jane asked.

“N-not really,” she stuttered, strained, “just want you to-”

She stopped talking when Jane felt between her legs, running her fingers lightly through the damp curls.

“Please,” she moaned.

Jane wanted to ask if she was sure again, one last time, but Maura must've sensed her hesitation and reached down to grab the dildo. She positioned it, pushing the tip into her own body, her other hand stroking Jane's ass and urging her hips forward. She didn't hesitate again, she knew what Maura wanted, and with some awkwardness she started to push into her girlfriend, thinking about all that wet heat around her fingers, or on her tongue. The blonde below her was breathing hard, flushed, and Jane yanked down the negligee, kissing Maura's breasts as she pushed slowly in.

She wasn't really sure what to do, suddenly forgetting everything every guy had done to her over the past 15 years. All she could remember was what Maura did to her.

Maura took her hands then, and placed them on her hips.

“Move Jane,” she whispered, and Jane blushed, embarrassed.

“Uh-huh,” she replied, gripping Maura's hips, pulling her own hips back, then pushing forward really slow. She repeated the motion, again and again, listening to her girlfriend's reactions, finding a careful rhythm. Maura whimpered when she pushed in, groaned when Jane pulled out, her hands drifting down to her ass again, the caresses soft, the strap-on rubbing against her clit at weird angle. It was good though, real good, and she sped up a little, watching every minute change in expression on Maura's face.

“Yes, Jane, yes,” she moaned, encouraging her to move harder, faster, and she dipped her head down to nip at Maura's breasts again. She loved Maura's breasts, she loved Maura, and watched for the signs she was getting close, Jane's own pleasure was building quickly. The blonde's eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open as she panted, still whimpering and groaning throughout, a mix of sexy noises that spurred Jane on. She was biting her own lip, to stop from yelling, she was trying to hold back her own pleasure, to ignore her own coming orgasm so she could concentrate on Maura's.

“You close babe?” she hissed, “Are you?”

“Uh,” was the only thing that Maura could get out, and Jane chuckled, the sound more like a cough. She let go of her left hip, reaching between their bodies and easily finding Maura's clit, pressing down hard. She bucked up at the contact, pushing into Jane, making the brunette cry out, she did it again, and felt the pleasure flare up to her chest.

Jane came with a loud cry, and beneath her Maura screamed.


Jane collapsed on her, dotting kisses over Maura's face as they both panted.

“Good, good, good, Jane,” Maura huffed out against the brunette's face.

“Yeah,” Jane said. “Yeah,” she repeated.

After Jane had pulled the dildo from Maura's body, and they had both regained heir breath, she managed to pull the strap-on off and drop it to the floor. She turned to look at Maura, and smiled at the blissed-out look on her face. She kissed her on the cheek, the blonde smiling at her, but she didn't move, or even open her eyes.

“Thank you Jane, thank you.”

“Anything for you Maura,” she whispered, “I'd do anything for you, I love you...I ne-”

She paused, and the blonde turned onto her side to look at her.


“It's nothing.”

Maura ran a hand over the brunette's hip, holding her close, and Jane swallowed.

“I know it's something, talk to me,” she said, suddenly panicking. “Didn't you like that?”

“No, I did, I really did,” Jane assured her.

“Oh, good.” Maura took a deep breath and Jane kissed her.

“I need you,” Jane admitted. “I need you Maura.”


“More than anything.”

Maura beamed at her, kissing her on the forehead.

“I need you too Jane, I love you and I need you.”

Jane didn't know what else to say, and kissed Maura back, pulled her to lie half on top of her, wrapping her arm around her, closing her eyes and relaxing into the mattress, Maura relaxing into her. She was almost asleep when Maura spoke again.

“And I really need you to fuck me again like that sometime.”

“Anything you want babe.”
Tags: fic, fic: femslash, pairing: jane/maura, tv: rizzoli and isles
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