Rizzoli and Isles: overtime

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Rizzoli and Isles: overtimeMaura smoothed imaginary wrinkles and dust away from the top of the thin folder. The dust, she thought offhandedly, was not imaginary, at least. There are innumerable particles that the eye cannot see. The folder wasn’t a pretense. It wasn’t a lie to tell herself that, because Jane had asked for the results. They were inconsequential, and Jane wouldn’t like that. Maura knew she could have told Jane that. She knew she could have simply sent the report up, rather than calling the detective down to her office, but it was quiet there, it was after hours. And she knew how to diffuse Jane’s anger and annoyance just as well as she knew how to anticipate her reactions. And now she waited, even as she heard Jane’s footsteps–always a little too loud, a little too fast–coming toward her door.Jane turned the doorknob and walked into Maura’s office without bothering to knock, barely breaking her stride. Had she allowed herself the mental break, she would have admitted Maura looked as stunning as ever- effortlessly perfect in her appearance, though Jane had come to know that much time and effort went into that illusion. She closed the door behind her and stepped across the room. Her casual ponytail had long since managed to contain her long curls, and she tucked one behind an ear as she faced Maura, “Hey, you’ve got that report for me?” Her mind was still running from the ongoing case, and Jane hadn’t thought twice about being called down in person.A small smile spread across Maura’s face, but it was restrained. She wanted to smooth Jane’s curls only to see the fall back where they wanted to be. The detective’s shirt was wrinkled and coming untucked, as usual late in the day. “It’s right here.” Maura pushed the thin folder across her desk, already anticipating the way Jane would give it her full attention, the way her brows would knit together when she didn’t see what she wanted to. And as soon as Jane took it, she was already standing, knowing she wouldn’t be noticed.Jane flipped straight to the last page of the report, looking for Maura’s summary of the evidence. “Inconclusive? How can it be inconclusive Maura?” She didn’t bother to read again, but closed the folder, her frustration rising quickly.”There simply wasn’t anything in the autopsy that proved foul play, and the initial chemical tests only indicate that more complex tests need to be run.” Maura was close to Jane now, and she leaned against the desk. “I’m sorry, maraş escort but that’s all I can give you right now.””Well, it’s not good enough Maura..” Jane’s mind was slowly catching up to just how close Maura was, and she took a slight step back. There was something in the blond’s expression that made her hold back her next comment. She took another half-step back, and her legs hit the edge of the desk.Maura took a step forward to counter it, but her expression was still calm. “I can’t rush science for your whims. I’m sorry, but you’ll simply have to wait until the next round of tests come back tomorrow.” She put her hand on Jane’s arm, but there was more intent behind the pressure of her fingertips than a mere friendly touch. “There’s nothing more either of us can do today.”Jane looked at Maura’s hand on her skin, and glanced back at the other woman, eyebrows raising. It was becoming clear Maura wasn’t thinking about the report anymore. “But, I just need to know about…” Jane was still trying to keep her mind on the case, but Maura was leaning closer, and that was getting nearly impossible.”That may be, but…” Maura was smiling as her lips brushed Jane’s softly, “you are going to have to learn a little patience.” It wasn’t as if Maura didn’t want to know, but these things too time, and fretting over it wasn’t the most efficient use of the interim between tests. Maura wanted to make it clear to Jane that that was the case, and the only way of doing that was to distract her. And that was her plan as she pressed forward, nearly pushing Jane over the desk as she kissed her.”Maura…what are you..?” Jane put a hand on Maura’s shoulder, trying to push her back, even as she was forced to half sit on the desk to get any more distance. They were working- and Jane tried to have rules about these things. She was only just starting to understand what she and Maura had in the first place. But in spite of herself, Jane felt her stomach quicken. Maura’s scent was intoxicating, and the dimming light outside the office cast a perfect hue against her perfect skin.”Relax,” Maura murmured. She ran her fingers through Jane’s curls sighing contentedly. But she was only content for a moment. “there’s nothing for us to do now, but this.” And she wasn’t going to let Jane get out of it.”Dammit, Maura,” Jane muttered, though the edge in her voice was rapidly fading, being replaced by a different intent. The blond kept pushing, and Jane swore again under escort maraş her breath when Maura moved her knee beside Jane’s hip on the shiny mahogany. Maura’s skirt was sliding up as she moved closer, pinning Jane where she was. Jane’s eyes darkened, and she quietly bit her lip.”See…it’s not so bad to simply admit there’s nothing you can do right now.” Maura kept pushing, bending Jane back. She didn’t think about where they were or whether Jane locked the door. The day was coming to a close anyway. She toyed with the hem of Jane’s shirt, lifting it, pressing her hands underneath, up to Jane’s breasts. “Take this off for me.””But…” Jane’s skin was sensitive, acutely aware of Maura’s touch. She was still trying to stay upright, bracing with a palm flat on the desk behind her. Her body was responding quickly, and Jane could feel her nipples straining against the cotton of her bra, and warmth between her legs. “But…” she tried again, but couldn’t get much out past the small protest. With the way Maura was going, the shirt was coming off with or without Jane’s help.”Shit…” Jane let out half a breath and surrendered, crossing her arms in front of her to grab the fabric, and pull it off. The next instant her breath caught as she felt Maura’s eyes take her in.Without giving Jane time to think, Maura unhooked her bra and guided Jane in sliding it off. She drew in a sharp breath at the sight of the brunette’s skin, her pert nipples. And as Maura began to kiss her neck, She pressed her hips forward, pushing her skirt up more. “Mmm, Jane,” she breathed.There was no turning back now. and Jane moaned quietly as Maura’s lips moved over her skin. The woman’s silky hair dragged over her chest, and Jane took in a long breath, savoring the scent of her shampoo, and whatever else Maura wore on a daily basis. Jane’s fingers sought out the hem of the blond’s skirt, helping it to rise as she couldn’t be bothered to try and fully unzip her dress.”Still worried,” Maura teased. But she didn’t let up, running her fingertips over Jane’s nipples before tweaking them lightly. She could feel the growing warmth of her own desire building, but there was a certain appeal in seeing each of Jane’s reactions play out.”Shit, yes…” But Jane wasn’t pushing her away anymore, and she shuddered when her fingertips finally roamed high enough to brush against the edge of Maura’s lace panties. The skirt was getting wrinkled, bunched around the smaller woman’s waist, and maraş escort bayan Jane’s fingers traced over the bit of satiny material, following the curve of Maura’s hips, and pulling her just close enough to feel her warmth.”Doesn’t seem like you are, though.” That much was clear, and Jane finally smirked slightly as she pushed a finger under Maura’s panties.Maura shuddered in delight and closed her eyes only for a moment as age let her hands slide down Jane’s sides. “there’s no need to worry over what I can’t…” her eyes met Jane’s “control,” she finished as she unbuttoned the brunette’s pants.The intent in Maura’s eyes was too much, and Jane continued to slide ba
ck across the desk, though now she was pulling the other woman with her, and lifting her hips to allow her pants to be eased down. “Maura…God…dammit…” Jane was kissing her back, grabbing at her hair.The next moment, the door to the office swung open. “Hey Doc, I think I took the wrong file, or I just don’t know what the hell I’m….oh shit!.” Frost had been looking down at the papers in his hands, but when he caught sight of the two women he froze, unable to move for a moment, then everything seemed to happen at once. “Fuck! What the hell Frost..” Jane swore, and tried to move from under Maura. She couldn’t find her shirt fast enough, and pulled a file folder from on the desk to try and somehow cover herself, s**ttering the better part of the rest of the stack onto the floor.Maura slid away from Jane quickly and nearly tripped over one of her shoes that had fallen. As she bent to try to pull it on at the same time as pushing her dress down, she yelped as the shower of paper rained down on her. “Jane!” She grabbed the brunette’s thigh to keep from falling forward, and Frost nearly knocked over one of her chairs stepping back.He turned bright red, and finally managed to turn around to look away. “I’ll just…nevermind.” He nearly ran for the door, “Whatever it was, it suddenly doesn’t seem important anymore.” Behind him, Jane had managed to button her pants, and find her shirt, though her bra was still missing. She watched him make a hasty exit before managing to talk again, “Shit…I can’t believe…shit.” She put her face in her hands, hiding as she continued, “I am never going to get to live this down…never…shit.” She groaned, then finally looked up, “well, at least you won’t have to awkwardly decline his invitation to the Christmas party this year…””Jane…” Maura caught her arm, holding it hard and forcing her to be still. Her cheeks were flushed, and her mind was whirling with the potential consequences, but a smile twitched at the corners of her lips. “You should have locked the door.”

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