Sleeping Secrets [Rizzoli & Isles Fic]
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Mar. 11th, 2012 | 09:40 pm
Title: Sleeping Secrets
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm only taking them out for a quick spin. But I promise to give them back (largely) unharmed!
Summary: Jane's got a new favourite pastime and it's called sleep-groping a certain Medical Examiner.
Notes: Short drabble & first piece I've written in a very long time. Me writing (and finishing) a fic is a very rare occurrence these days. I apologise if my writing skills are a bit rusty!
Dr. Maura Isles was by no means a light sleeper. So when she awoke in the middle of the night during what must have been her REM sleep (since she remembered having a particular pleasant dream only seconds before), the first thing her mind attempted was to identify the source of her waking. She could tell something must have had occurred for her to wake up, but her sleep-addled brain could not immediately process the reason for her waking.
Confused, Maura blinked into the darkness, waiting for her eyes to adjust. Taking in her surroundings, she found a warm body lying pressed up against her. Maura couldn’t suppress the gentle smile as her eyes took in the dark shape that was her friend Jane Rizzoli.
Maura briefly remembered the previous evening they had spent together, with Chinese take-out, a bottle of wine, a few beers and a very lengthy Korean subtitled film Maura had made Jane watch. And even though Jane had pointed out that sitting through the whole movie was a cruel and unusual kind of punishment Maura had subjected her to, the detective had insisted she stay for the night because “I’m an officer of the law, Maura, I can’t let you drive home inebriated!” And as every so often, Maura was eager to accept.
But sleeping in a bed with Jane was nothing unusual for Maura so it certainly wasn’t the detective’s presence that had awoken her. What had, however, most certainly caused Maura’s mind to resurface to the land of the waking was the position she found Jane’s left hand in. Lying flush on top Maura’s right breast.
Maura had to admit this was not the first time either she had awoken to find herself entangled in a rather intimate position with Jane. The most embarrassing position (and, if Maura was being completely honest with herself, certainly also her most favourite position) she and Jane had ever woken in was with one of Jane’s long legs draped completely over Maura’s lower torso, in effect pressing Maura snug up against Jane’s centre. Jane had been all flushed and embarrassed about waking up to Maura pressed between her legs and tried to laugh it off by joking about it. “It’s all those yoga-classes you dragged me to, Maura. I’m already starting to go all sleep-yoga on you!” Maura had smirked and informed Jane that there was no such thing as sleep-yoga and had felt secretly pleased at the fact that Jane unconsciously sought physical closeness to her in her sleep. However, waking up with one of Jane’s hands in a rather intimate place like this was a first.
Maura was stirred out of her musings when she felt the light tightening of Jane’s fingers around her supple mound of flesh. Then Jane’s index finger suddenly started a slow but steady movement, stroking exactly across Maura’s nipple. Maura’s breath caught, the nub instantly responding by perking up. The thin silk camisole Maura was wearing did nothing to diminish the sensation either.
For a brief moment Maura considered waking Jane, but she quickly reasoned herself out of this idea, thinking that it would only have Jane needlessly embarrassed - after all she didn’t mind her touch in the slightest and was happy to remain in this position for however long Jane felt the need to sleep-fondle her.
Maura squinted through the dim darkness of the room again, vaguely able to make out Jane features and was instantly rewarded with the sight of a serene smile on her friend’s face. Maura couldn’t help but smile herself. It was seldom anyone got to see Jane in a state as unguarded and relaxed as this and Maura considered herself lucky to be one of the few who did.
But while Maura did not mind Jane touching her this intimately at all, she realised there was one catch to this whole situation. The slow and steady stroking of Jane’s fingers had caused what Maura could only identify as an increased blood flow into her nether regions, resulting in a steady heat building between her legs. Maura closed her eyes, trying to relax, but she soon realised that if she let Jane touch her like this for the remainder of the night, she would most certainly not be able to go back to sleep. Unless, that is, she did something to relieve her current state.
However, her best friend touching her breast and her getting undeniably turned on by this action was one thing, but doing something to relieve the building ache between her legs with her friend sleeping completely oblivious next to her was a whole different story. Maura let out a muffled groan, half out of arousal and half out of frustration. Carefully and also a little bit regretful, Maura had no choice but to slowly extract Jane’s hand from her breast.
After she reassured herself that her moving Jane’s hand had left the detective sound asleep, she instantly felt disappointed at the loss of her touch. Suddenly feeling bold, Maura turned, facing Jane and draped the hand she was still holding slowly over her waist. Satisfied with the new position she had manoeuvred herself and Jane into, Maura snuggled closer to Jane, burying her nose in the detective’s neck. Jane responded by tightening her arm around Maura and the M.E. made a happy sound.
It didn’t take long for Maura to drift back off into the land of dreams, the last thought on her mind being the resolve that she definitely needed to get Jane to sleep in the same bed with her more often. And as she heard Jane sigh contently while her fingers resumed their light, rhythmic stroking movements again, this time on the strip of bare skin on Maura’s lower back, she doubted that this goal was a very difficult one to achieve.