miss_weatherwax - Touchy-Feely [Rizzoli & Isles Fic]

Title: Touchy-Feely
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I still don’t own them - but I am not quite finished playing with them just yet.
Summary: Our favourite leading ladies are initiating physical contact at every possible moment (basically same old same old when it comes to these two!)
Notes: Sequel (kind of) to {Sleeping Secrets}

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Jane Rizzoli couldn’t suppress the snort escaping from the back of her throat at the sight of Holly Golightly and Paul Varjak standing in the rain, kissing to overly romantic music on the screen of Maura’s more than decadent TV. Not to mention the ginger cat looking rather miserable, Jane decided, clutched between the lovers. As soon as the closing credits started to roll across the screen the detective turned her head to take in Maura’s sleeping form lying comfortably mostly atop Jane.  She emitted another snort, shaking her head at Maura. The nerve of her!


First she had practically begged Jane to watch Breakfast At Tiffany’s with her, with those big puppy eyes Jane knew exactly the doctor used only on her. Maura had insisted (“The film’s a classic, Jane! Aside from coining the iconic image of Audrey Hepburn it had a huge impact on the way women looked at fashion!” “Really, Maura? Fashion? Really?”), and then the woman had had the audacity to fall asleep halfway through the movie. On top of Jane. Effectively pinning Jane to the sofa, forcing her to sit through the entire second half of the movie with pins and needles in her right arm due to it being wedged between Maura and the cushions. And she hadn’t even had the satisfaction of getting a rise out of Maura by making inappropriate comments during the movie.


But all that didn’t matter because the angelic look on Maura’s face was enough to keep the detective content to stay in this position for the rest of the night if need be.


Suddenly the doctor moved, pulling Jane further down into a reclining position on the sofa cushions. The M.E.’s hand, previously nestled between Jane’s hip and her own, found its way across Jane’s waist, pulling the detective closer still. Jane smiled, feeling incredibly pleased with herself for proving to be such a comfortable pillow for her friend.


Jane knew Maura didn’t have a great many friends out there. While she was acquainted with a lot of people (most of them fellow scientists) Maura had always lacked that simple warmth and comfort only a close friend and confidant could provide. And Jane prided herself on being the one to whom the extremely smart yet incredibly goofy doctor had opened up to and felt comfortable enough with to fall asleep on.


Jane shifted carefully, the pins and needles in her arm having turned into a rather uncomfortable painful sensation that she needed to alleviate. She was glad to see that her movement hadn’t roused her friend from sleep; it had, however, caused Jane’s t-shirt to ride up her middle section so that Maura’s hand was suddenly lying on bare skin. A warm sensation seemed to spread all the way from Maura’s hand into the depths of Jane’s stomach.


Looking at Maura’s position and her own, Jane suddenly very vividly remembered a night she and Maura had spent at her apartment not too long ago. In the middle of the night Jane had awoken to find herself in a rather compromising position with the doctor; her hand having, for some reason, migrated to lie right on top of Maura’s breast. Jane had remained absolutely still, instantly being able to tell from the slightly irregular pattern of Maura’s breathing that she, too, was awake. At first Jane had felt utter horror and embarrassment, until she realised that Maura made no attempt whatsoever to change the position they found themselves in. Quite the contrary, when Jane had opened one eye just the slightest bit she could have sworn she saw a happy smile on Maura’s face.


That’s when Jane, in the comfort of the darkness of the night, had felt the urge to experiment. To see how far she could take this little game of touch & tease. Slowly but determinedly she had started to stroke her index finger (which happened to be positioned directly over Maura’s nipple) lightly back and forth. The desired reaction had been immediate, with the pert nub standing to attention mere seconds after Jane initiated her soft touch. It wasn’t until Jane had heard Maura groan in frustration that she was absolutely certain her touch had elicited the same physical reaction in Maura as it had in her. When Maura had finally moved her hand away from her breast, Jane was positively surprised to find she immediately snuggled into Jane, placing her arm around her waist instead.


Now, with Maura lying so close to her, Jane toyed with the idea of letting her hands wander yet again. In fact, she yearned to run her fingers over the M.E.’s soft creamy skin. A small part of her conscience was scolding her for wanting to take advantage of her friend like this (yet again), but Jane was quick to ignore this part of her and let her fingers skim the skin of Maura’s hip, right underneath the hem of her shirt.


She stilled, waiting to see if Maura would wake or show a reaction of any kind, but other than a content humming noise the doctor did nothing. Emboldened, Jane let her fingers ghost over soft warm skin, allowing her eyes to flutter close and enjoy the sensation.


Suddenly Jane felt Maura press the lightest of kisses on the skin just above her clavicle. Instantly she froze, stilling the movement of her fingers. This, however, did not seem to sit well with the now obviously awake doctor at all, as she made a disapproving growling noise.


“Don’t stop.” Jane was sure she heard her whisper. So she let her hand resume its earlier path, stroking up and down the skin of Maura’s hip, even daring to wander the slightest bit higher to skim over her ribcage.


Maura on her part raised her head slightly, causing Jane’s skin to break into goose bumps where Maura’s hot breath left a searing trail. The blonde buried her nose in Jane’s curls, her breath tickling the shell of the detective’s ear as she uttered the quietest of whispers.


“And by the way Jane, I know exactly you were awake the other night.”


Jane felt the most intense blush of her entire life spreading over her neck and cheeks at her friend’s words, even the tips of her ears started burning. She made a panicked choking sound but before she could even attempt to come up with an excuse, Maura continued with a smirk clearly evident in the sound of her voice, effectively silencing Jane with her words.


“Next time you start feeling me up me in the middle of the night I would appreciate it if you don’t pretend to be asleep so I can reciprocate.”


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