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Jane watched as the end of the pen moved slowly back and forth across Maura’s bottom lip. She watched as it suddenly paused, its owner’s brow furrowing in concentration, only for the tip of it to connect with the paper as Maura filled in another piece of the crossword puzzle in her hands. Jane watched as the pen creeped back towards that full bottom lip, stroking it in long, slow movements.
Jane shifted in her seat and once again cursed the thing in her pants that seemed to have a mind of its own. ‘Off limits! Do you hear me? She’s our best, straight friend. OFF LIMITS!’
With over two decades worth of experience and a will made of steel, Jane’s penis slowly lost its hardness and resumed its usual place between her legs.
The detective shook her head as she realized it had only been three months since Maura had finally found out her big secret. The one that only her family, her doctor and the higher ups within law enforcement had known about.
Jane quietly snorted into her cup of coffee as she thought back to the big reveal. Her mother was normally the one who couldn’t keep a secret to save her life, but it had been her youngest brother who had let the cat out of that particular bag. At Sunday dinner no less.
Jane rolled her eyes as she took another long sip of coffee, turning to the next page in the sports section of the newspaper. She marveled how that disastrous conversation had quickly turned from the possibility of the Red Sox winning another world series to an avid discussion about the positives and negatives of different penis sizes.
This, of course, devolved into a shouting match of who had the bigger dick. Tommy blurting out to their brother, Frankie, that he was just jealous because Jane was way larger than him, was not the way she thought Maura would have found out about it. The spray of wine that spewed from Maura’s gaping mouth, while in retrospect was quite hilarious, certainly suggested that Jane had become a pro at hiding that part of herself from the world.
It had clearly never occurred to her incredibly brilliant friend, not even once over the last few years, that Jane had been packing that particular type of gun. Luckily for Jane, her penis was relatively small and easy to hide when soft. When Jane wasn’t soft, she was far larger than the average man, and that was a huge problem, especially around her stunningly beautiful and straight best friend, Dr. Maura Isles.
Jane had made sure hiding her penis had always been her number one priority. She remembered the horror of when her family found out, when her overly large clitoris wasn’t that at all. All it had taken was a few tests and an MRI to find out that Jane was intersex. Her mother had cried, and her father had just stared at her in mounting horror.
Jane felt her throat close a bit as she thought about how she had felt back then. Seven years old and her life had flipped upside down. Completely. She learned how to hide it from everyone. It had been extremely hard at first, all of it had been. Jane’s muscles and stature resembled her male counterparts much more so than the females. Her muscles were long, lean and cut. She was tall for a woman and her shoulders were broad and her hips were narrow.
It had not been easy learning how to hide from the world, but she had managed it. She had too. Frank Sr.’s facial expressions from that first hospital visit were burned into her retinas for the rest of her life. Jane closed her eyes and swallowed as her stomach dropped and her hands began to shake. Her parent’s had been horrified and had warned her what would happen if people found out.
Jane felt her eyes tear up and her throat start to burn as she thought about what happened after Maura had. She had genuinely thought that Maura would have ended their friendship. That she would have been freaked out or angry that Jane hadn’t told her. What happened was the opposite of every bad scenario that had ever run through her mind.
Maura had stared at her. Not angrily or even in shock. She had just…stared. With Jane sitting at the end of the table and Maura just to her left, the distance between them had felt like a chasm and yet suffocatingly small at the same time. Jane had started to seriously fidget with her napkin when she finally saw movement from Maura’s face. Her eyes had slowly traveled down Jane’s body, stopping for a long time on her groin. The doctor had swallowed heavily, her eyes fluttering closed as she took a moment to digest what she had just found out. Maura had turned and drank down the rest of her wine, re-starting her conversation with Jane’s visibly nervous mother about different gnocchi recipes, as if Jane’s world hadn’t just tilted on its axis.
Jane grinned to herself when she thought about how amazing her friend had been since then. Maura hadn’t said one word about it. Everything had gone on just like it always had. There were a few differences, sure, but nothing to indicate that she was uncomfortable. Quite the opposite really. Maura may have been acting very different, especially for her, but it was a good different, a happy and positive type of different.
Jane sighed and turned another page in her newspaper as she drank her coffee. Maura was amazing. She had started going out of her way to make her feel comfortable and cared for, as if she wanted to make sure that Jane knew she wasn’t going anywhere. The doctor was spending way more time with her, cuddling up on the couch nearly every night and touching her constantly. Jane knew that Maura wasn’t really a touchy-feely person, so the fact that she was putting her own feelings aside to comfort Jane was just…incredible.
Jane had always been a tactile person and the extra physical attention from the medical examiner made sure that the detective finished her days as early as possible at the precinct, just so she could curl up with Maura on the couch nearly every night. Maura had even made it very clear that she preferred it when Jane stayed the night at her house, even going so far as to emphasize how safe it made her feel. Jane had stayed at Maura’s almost every night since then, spending their evenings together watching documentaries and baseball games in equal measure, with blonde hair laying on her chest and a curvaceous body stretched across her own.
Last night had been one of the few nights that the homicide detective had slept in her own bed since Tommy had shared Jane’s secret. Jane had gotten a break in her latest case, and she hadn’t left the office until well after 2 am. She had been fully prepared, before she even went to sleep, to wake up and spend her morning cranky and overly tired, that was until she had felt a familiar, gentle hand rubbing across her back and Maura’s light perfume tickling her nose. The smell of her favorite instant coffee had roused her even higher from her coma-like sleep and she had smiled back at the beautiful doctor as she took the cup of heaven and inhaled half of the liquid gold in two huge gulps.
When the smell of freshly cooked bacon had reached her nose, Jane had stretched and leaned against the headboard, watching as Maura had made her way around the Italian’s bedroom, picking up the discarded clothing and placing each item into the laundry hamper. Jane unconsciously bit her lower lip as her mind latched onto the way Maura had shyly smiled at her over her shoulder as she walked back to the kitchen to continue cooking.
Jane smiled at the memory and reached forward, picking up the homemade banana nut bread that Maura had also brought over this morning. Maura had made so much food for Jane over the past month that the detective’s fridge was full for the first time ever, and there wasn’t a take-out box in sight!
The medical examiner had even taken up distracting Jane’s own mother from involving herself in every aspect of the detective’s life. Normally she saw her Ma at least five to six days a week, multiple times a day, not including all the phone calls that her mother swears was an emergency. Now? Maura and her Ma were glued to the hip. It seemed like that anyways.
She had always complained about her Ma being so involved in her life, and now Maura was going out of her way taking the woman shopping and out to lunch nearly every day of the week. Maura was even pulling Ma aside during Sunday dinner, and any other time the family was hanging out at Maura’s house, huddling together and whispering so Jane could finally watch her ballgames in peace. Jane didn’t know how she had gotten so lucky to have a friend like Maura.
Jane took a large bite out of the homemade banana nut bread and moaned as the rich flavors exploded on her tongue. She knew the doctor had made the healthiest version available, but it still felt like Jane was doing something naughty. Maura was a health nut and always made sure to keep on Jane about eating properly. The fact that she was eating something so sweet for breakfast, that the medical examiner made herself, had Jane feeling like a little kid with her hand in the cookie jar. It made it all the sweeter.
Another moan rumbled out of her chest, and she followed it up with a large gulp of her coffee, her favorite instant brand that could only be bought from the Italian bakery on the third Wednesday of the month. Jane was usually working and could only get it maybe twice a year, if that. Maura had brought six months’ worth home last Wednesday night and Jane hummed in pleasure as the silky dark goodness warmed her whole body on the way down.
Satisfied for the moment, Jane turned another page and looked up to ask Maura if she wanted a piece of the delicious nut bread. Hazel eyes were already looking at her and Jane felt the back of her neck heat up instantly.
“Uh, sorry Maur, um, you want some? I saved you a piece! It’s just so good!” Jane’s eyebrows lifted as she smiled at the doctor, only to come back down a moment later in puzzlement as Maura’s face remained set in stone.
“You havin’ issues with that crossword puzzle or somethin’ Maur? You’ve been working on it beside me for the last hour, maybe you should take a break, yeah?” Jane watched as Maura took a deep breath and closed her eyes, slowly letting it out as she picked up the crossword puzzle and began to fill in the squares. Within thirty seconds they were all complete and the paper made a harsh slap against the table as Maura stood up, grabbed her own coffee cup, and roughly pushed her chair under the table.
Jane watched in pure confusion as she purposefully strode to the sink, forcefully washed out the cup and placed it upside down on a towel. Jane’s brow furrowed as Maura quickly dried her hands and, with a huff, turned to briskly walk out of the kitchen towards Jane’s front door.
The detective shot out a hand and lightly grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.
“Hey…what happened? Are you ok? Did something happen at work? Maur? Talk to me.” Maura stood silently, staring off into the living room and Jane was getting worried.
She ran her thumb across Maura’s wrist in a soothing motion and the doctor let out a sharp gasp followed by a soft sob at the touch. Jane stood up quickly and pulled Maura into her chest, holding her tightly as she started to cry into her shirt.
“Shhh…damn…ok….shhh. Maura, whatever it is, I swear to you I will fix it.” Jane lightly massaged her head with one hand while the other rubbed her upper back in slow circles. She clenched her jaw as the medical examiner continued to shake and cry into her chest. Jane was the only person allowed to touch Maura when she was upset and the detective pulled her in a little tighter, feeling an overwhelming need to protect the petite blonde shivering in her arms.
Jane was getting worried. Maura had never cried this long in her arms before. The Italian detective was the only human on earth that was allowed to touch the medical examiner when she was upset. Jane smirked into blonde tresses as she remembered the last time someone had tried to console the doctor during an emotional episode. It was a Rizzoli family Sunday dinner and her brother, Tommy, had attempted to hug Maura after the blonde’s birth mother, Constance, had once again cancelled plans to see her only daughter, on Maura’s birthday no less.
She had immediately stiffened in his arms, picked up a fork from the dinner table behind her and had nearly put it through his thigh. Luckily for everyone involved, Jane was sitting next to the blonde, as always, and had been able to grab her wrist, stopping her from stabbing her youngest brother with the four-pronged weapon. Jane had pulled Maura into her own arms and Tommy had been none the wiser about nearly being skewed, due to his obliviousness. Jane snorted lightly as she, once again, thanked God for making sure that particular personality trait didn’t run in the family.
Luckily for them, Angela had seen the whole thing, along with everyone else at the table, and had a long talk with her youngest son about Maura’s boundaries when she was upset. It was nearly the only circumstance where the medical examiner would lash out physically, and Jane was grateful she was the exception to that painful rule.
No, Maura couldn’t stand to be touched when she was upset, but here she was, burrowing deeper into Jane’s arms as the detective whispered comforting and sweet things into the doctor’s ear. Jane felt delicate fingers grip the back of her shirt tightly as Maura moved even closer into her space, bodies fully meeting at every level.
“Is it your mom? Is it something at Work? Oh, no. It’s not that guy you went out with the other night, is it? Kevin, was it? Was something wrong with him? Did he hurt you?! Maura please, you’re scaring me a little bit here sweetie.” Jane felt as the blonde took a deep, ragged breath and eased away from the detective’s chest, leaving Jane with a feeling of emptiness.
Jane pulled back a bit and studied Maura’s face. She had streaks of mascara running down each cheek and Jane felt her heart break in her chest as her thumbs rubbed away the evidence of the doctor’s tears.
“Maura please…you’re my best friend. LLBFF remember? You can talk to me. What are lifelong best friends forever for, huh?” Jane watched as perfectly curled eyelashes fluttered closed as Jane’s hands moved down and her fingers began to massage the side and back of the blonde’s neck, doing their best to alleviate the tension there.
Jane was worried. For months now Maura had been acting so different. Not once had Jane thought it was anything bad, on the contrary, Maura had been acting almost giddy every time she had seen her.
Jane remembered the day after her brother had spilled the beans about her penis over Sunday dinner. Her brothers even had a nickname for the moment now. “Divulge the bulge” was an official Rizzoli family memory that Tommy was already begging to re-tell at thanksgiving.
Jane shook her head as the images of her brothers faded and the woman in her arms took center stage in her memory. Maura had shown up at her apartment the morning after the big revelation, bright and early, with coffee and her favorite donuts from the best place in town. Jane had woken with a start from the light knocking and had wearily opened the front door, fully expecting it to be Mrs. Selner from across the hall asking to borrow some milk again.
Instead, it had been Maura, and the blonde had quickly sat her down on the couch and proceeded to talk to her about any and everything, all at the same time, while feeding Jane her favorite sugary treats and handing her the best coffee you could buy in Boston. Jane couldn’t remember a word of what was said, and at some point, she had gotten off the couch to take a shower, but she wasn’t surprised in the slightest that her memory had zero recollection of the words that had poured from the doctors’ lips.
Maura had been wearing a skintight dress with sky high heels, like most days, but all Jane remembered from that morning was how Maura kept bending over to pick up things off the floor and tidy up her apartment as Jane sat on the couch eating her prized donuts. Jane had become a professional over the years at being able to look at literally anything else, with superhuman like speed, before Maura could catch her staring at the various sinfully sexy body parts that the good doctor liked to display.
Jane felt her fingers slow down massaging Maura’s neck as she remembered how the blonde kept rearranging her ESPN magazines on the living room coffee table. Jane had a perfect view down the front of Maura’s dress, and it took everything in the detective not to pop a boner at the perfectly luscious breasts that had seemed to heave as Jane stared at them.
Un-luckily for Jane, Maura had spent and inordinate amount of time making sure every one of the magazines on the table had been alphabetized by their publication date and perfectly overlapped one another. Luckily for Jane, Maura had raised her head so slowly towards Jane that she hadn’t seen her quickly look around her to the TV, pretending to catch up on the previous nights game. It was a constant battle to keep her eyes off Maura’s body parts, especially her lips, but after all these years, Jane was absolutely sure that she was even more of a master at hiding those longing looks than she was at hiding her extra appendage.
Jane snapped back to the present as she felt Maura’s delicate hands softly grip her wrists, stopping her fingers from continuing their massage along her neck and shoulders.
“Jane…Jane I…”
“It’s ok Maur, just tell me.”
Jane watched as Maura’s eyes flickered across her face, followed by a harsh swallow and a grimace. Jane felt her throat tighten up as Maura’s eyes began to water and slowly close.
“I…”
Jane had no idea what could possibly be hurting her best friend like this. She didn’t think the guy from the other night was the problem, but Maura hadn’t mentioned dating anyone in months and suddenly this guy turned up out of nowhere, taking her best friend out for a night on the town. Fucking Kevin.
“Maur, are…are you sure it’s not that guy from the other night? Kevin? If something did happen…and he hurt you in any way, you know I will handle it, right? I’ll take care of you Maur, no matter what.”
'And that scumbag mother fucker…if he put one hand on her… I swear to God he’s a dead man if he hurt her. I know two assholes fresh out of prison that I could pay to…'
“Jane.” Jane snapped back to herself as her friend’s melodious voice softly called her back from an internal rampage fueled by jealousy, fear, and possessive anger. Jane felt her heart hammering for more than one reason as Maura placed her small hand in the middle of her chest and leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed as she stared deeply into Jane’s eyes.
“Jane, it wasn’t Kevin. There was never a man named Kevin with whom I had a date. Your mother made him up on the spot and forced me to go along with her absurd idea. She made me take allergy medication beforehand so I would not go vasovagal when I spoke of a fictional human. I am sorry Jane, but I am not upset because of Kevin.”
Jane felt herself blink slowly as her eyes narrowed. She was a great detective, one of the best on the East Coast, but when it came to Maura, she was often stumped. This was one of those times. So, she had a choice. She could be sarcastic in a nice way with her friend and try to lift her spirits or she could softly smile and try to exude a warm, cozy safe aura.
“Jane…I…I’m scared.”
‘Warm, cozy safe aura it is then.’ Jane felt Maura melt into her arms as she pulled her against her chest in a full body hug. It had been a while since they had hugged for comfort, and it had never been a full body hug before the infamous “Divulge the Bulge” dinner. Jane had always been so sure to keep everything below her hips far, far away from Maura, that there were times she had been worried the doctor would think something was wrong with her back with the way she had almost bent in half trying to keep her secret.
Jane took advantage of their first real hug and buried her nose in the whisper soft blonde hair and breathed in deeply. Maura always smelled so good, like a light and sweet morning rain that misted down as the sun slowly climbed above the snow-capped mountains. So delicate and airy, so beautiful and bright.
Jane sighed as small, delicate hands tried to pull her even closer. Jane began to softly hum an old Italian tune her Nona used on her when she was a child. After a few minutes, she felt the doctor begin to slowly loosen her death grip on her shirt and sway in place as her distraught energy began to wane.
Jane slowly moved her over to the couch and sat Maura on it, taking off the blonde’s high heels and placing them by the door. The detective moved the coffee table from in front of the couch and replaced it with a small stool. She pulled out a drawer from under the table and pulled out a bottle of high-end lotion, Maura’s favorite kind. Jane lathered up her hands, warming the lotion between them and began to lightly massage a foot after Maura gently placed it in her lap. This was something that was only between them, something even her mother didn’t know about, which meant absolutely no one else did.
There were some days when Maura could barely walk after being on her feet in heels from sunup to sundown. Jane always made sure to set up dinner and a movie at her apartment on those days, knowing her mother could walk into Maura’s house any minute and catch Jane massaging the doctors’ feet. The woman lived in Maura’s guest house after all. Jane didn’t want her mother or anyone else being privy to the intimacy that the two of them shared during these times. It was sacred to Jane; a simple and small way she could truly take care of Maura in the way she had dreamed about doing since she met the woman so many years ago. An intimate, physical way.
Jane sighed deeply as she began to work over the tendons and muscles. For many moments the detective blanked out as she let her hands take over, fingers and knuckles following a well-known path across the planes of the blonde’s foot. As the muscles and tendons loosened completely, Jane switched and began to work diligently on the other foot. For nearly twenty minutes, neither woman said a word. Jane felt her groin and hands begin to tighten as the soft sighs and sharp intakes of breath from the doctor began to wear down her resolve. Jane could normally last far longer before having to make up an excuse to stop, but taking care of Maura when she was emotional always riled her up, and without a target to take it out on, the stress and adrenaline meant she was quickly losing control over her body’s natural desire for the beautiful doctor.
Jane lightly placed Maura’s foot down and moved into the kitchen to wash her hands.
“Jane?” The detective turned quickly, her eyes widening as she saw the blonde standing barefoot just outside the kitchen, tears filling her eyes as she stared at the raven-haired Italian.
“Maur…sweetie, why don’t you go change into some of my clothes? That new documentary about mushrooms is on tonight and I can order from your favorite Indian place. I’ll even get the seitan thingy that you like. And don’t worry about Bass, ok? I’ll get Ma to go feed him some strawberries or something. No, no don’t cry! Cactus! I’ll tell her to feed him some of that cactus that he likes! Oh no...”
Jane quickly wiped off her hands and moved towards the crying doctor, pulling her into a full body hug.
“Oh no, hey, hey, it’s gonna be ok, alright? Whatever you need, you just tell me, and I’ll make it happen, ok?” Jane felt Maura cry harder as she spoke, delicate yet strong fingers gripped her shirt even tighter as the detective whispered soothing words into her ear.
“Maura, I know I’m not the best at emotional stuff, but I swear, whatever it is, I will fix it.” Jane moved her hands up and down the blondes back as the soft cries pierced the detective’s heart. Jane didn’t think anything could stress her to the degree that an upset and crying Maura could.
The moment she felt the doctors’ lips on her neck, she knew she had been sorely mistaken.
Jane felt herself begin to harden as Maura wrapped around her and held on for dear life, lightly crying into her neck. Jane felt the tears fall beneath her collar, splashing against her collar bone. Her natural height bringing the top of the blonde’s head to just under Jane’s chin.
Jane immediately felt horrified that her body was betraying her like this. Her straight best friend was in her arms, crying and immensely upset for God’s sake, and yet the feel of such a supple and gorgeous creature was causing Jane to lose control of herself. It presented in one of the most awkward ways imaginable; a slow and steadily rising erection that was trapped between both of their bodies.
Jane immediately snapped her eyes towards the wall. Her face felt like liquid fire. Sweat immediately began to roll down her back and beads began to form on her upper lip as every inch of her cock made itself known. Jane could feel it as it slowly crept upwards, pressing into Maura’s stomach. Since it was her day off work, and since she had expected Maura to leave her apartment for her own job right after breakfast, the detective hadn’t bothered to put on anything more than some very thin sleep pants after getting out of bed this morning. She knew for a fact that her very straight, insanely gorgeous best friend could feel every centimeter as her nearly ten-inch penis made itself known in the most awkward way imaginable.
Jane couldn’t breathe. Maura had stopped crying and was standing so still that Jane wasn’t sure if the doctor was holding her breath, like Jane currently was, or if Medusa had slithered up behind her and turned Maura into a statue. This was it. There was no coming back from this. This was why she had always been so, so careful before now. Jane had made sure to place a pillow between them every time they slept in the same bed, and she always kept her compression shorts on, no matter what. This is why she always forced herself to repeat un-sexy things over and over again in her mind whenever they cuddled on the couch and the blonde would inevitably end up on top of her while the documentary played in the background.
Granted, the ‘laying on top of her while watching TV’ thing didn’t start until after the “Divulge the Bulge” nightmare, but Jane had always been incredibly, over the top careful to never make that part of herself known to Maura. She was the best friend Jane had ever had; the one person she knew she truly couldn’t live without. She was terrified at even the thought of Maura not being in her life, so not making her uncomfortable was always Jane’s top priority.
But here she was, standing just outside of her own kitchen, engaged in a full knee to neck body hug with the absolute light of her life, and her fucking cock was straining a full ten inches across the abdomen of the sexiest woman alive, who had the ass of a…’NO! Stop thinking. RIGHT. NOW. Oh my God…oh my God…stare at the wall Jane. Keep staring at the wall Jane. Look at the pretty wall Jane. Everything’s ok. The wall is ok. Pretend this is NOT happening Jane. The wall is not happening Jane. Nothing is happening. Everything is fine. She can’t feel how much I want…oh!’
Jane’s breath hitched as those delicate and soft hands on her back slowly began to creep downwards until they were caressing the tops of her buttocks. She felt the smaller woman’s hips slowly gyrate against her own as a new and different sound, one Jane had never heard before, was let out of Maura’s mouth. The deliciously sinful moan caught Jane’s undivided attention. It was the kind of moan that ripped apart any innocent intentions and demanded to be addressed. It was a sex moan. It was a ‘FUCK me NOW’ kind of moan, and Jane immediately felt every atom in her body freeze at the sound of it.
With a blank mind, Jane slowly pulled her upper body away from Maura’s until she could fully take in her entire face. Maura’s eyes were so dilated that any color of the hazel irises had been completely taken over by the blacks of her pupils. Her breaths were huffing out in frantic, short pants and her skin was red and blotchy around her neck and cheeks. The detective took in all this information and in less than a fraction of a second, made a decision that would irrevocably change their lives.
Jane surged forward, slightly chapped lips met a pair of incredibly soft and moist ones as years’ worth of pent-up frustration and longing ripped out of their mouths in guttural sounds that neither had ever heard before. Jane’s hands found Maura’s ass and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. The doctor’s legs wrapped tightly around Jane’s hips, and she began moving against the erection now rubbing perfectly against her thong covered pussy lips. The sounds that Jane heard coming from Maura’s mouth had her moving quickly towards her bedroom, stopping multiple times against various surfaces to thoroughly map out the inside of the doctor’s mouth with her long tongue.
Years later, Jane knew that she and Maura would be cuddled up on the couch when the topic of their first time together would come up in conversation. Jane swore she would vehemently declare that latent wizarding magic was the only reason she had been able to find her bedroom while Maura was wrapped around her like an octopus; her brain so high on endorphins that understanding basic words had been beyond her capabilities. She knew she would swear over and over that the snowy barn pigeon from Hogwarts clearly got lost on the way to her house as a child, because in this moment, with this woman finally, FINALLY in her arms, there was no other explanation as to how she wasn’t flying off through the goddamn roof with how light and fucking happy she felt.
Jane finally felt her bed against the front of her legs and slowly lowered Maura down until she was sitting on the side of it, legs still firmly wrapped around Jane’s hips. She felt delicate thumbs begin to caress the sides of her cheeks. Jane pulled back slightly, not willing to be too far away from Maura now that this next step had been taken. She opened her eyes to see bright, blown out hazel ones looking at her with wonder and a softness in them that Jane hadn’t known was possible.
Jane realized that Maura’s mouth was moving and yet she didn’t hear a sound coming from her. Jane shook her head slightly and the buzzing in her ears slowly abated, a soft melody, a voice of pure beauty filled her senses as the room slowly stopped spinning and the detective was able to take her first full breath in what felt like forever.
“Jane? Darling, talk to me. Please? Jane?” Thumbs continued to caress her cheeks as she realized that Maura was wiping away tears from her face. Those beautiful hazel eyes began to fill with what Jane recognized as worry. She surged forward and kissed the medical examiner so softly, far more so than she thought herself capable of. Jane was beyond smitten, and she hadn’t realized how deeply she had pushed down her feelings for the blonde, simply because she had been terrified to lose her.
“Maur?” Jane tried to clear her throat as she croaked out Maura’s name with a throat far too dry to be healthy.
“Maura…is this real? Is this really happening?” Jane closed her eyes as Maura pulled her face in for another long, deep kiss. Their lips ebbing and flowing together as if they had been doing this all their lives. Jane felt Maura pull back and lightly kiss her once, twice, before she opened her eyes and stared in wonder at the woman still in her arms.
“Yes, Jane. This is really happening. Now that I finally have you, I am not letting you go. Ever. I…please Jane…please make love to me? I can’t stand not being with you…not feeling you inside me…please…it’s been so long already…so long.” Jane felt her eyes widen and her already dry mouth turn into a desert as every fantasy she has ever had about Maura turned immediately into a real-life porno. This was it. This was the moment that defined Jane’s entire existence, all boiled down into a few precious seconds where the next decision she made would decide the path of the rest of her life. This was the moment that Jane, the woman, manned the fuck up.
With a surge of adrenaline and pure elation, Jane pulled Maura’s legs from around her body and stood at her full height. A smirk crawled across Jane’s face, one that held every ounce of confidence that the detective had. She watched as Maura’s mouth slowly dropped open along with her legs. She watched as the blonde bit her lip and reached under her dress, pulling her thong over her legs and tossing them across the room. She watched as blunt, painted nails slowly drug up the bottom of her dress as eyes drunk in desire locked onto her own, refusing to be ignored. Jane watched as a tongue came out to wet a bottom lip, a luscious and pink lip that was begging to be kissed.
Jane turned and calmly walked to her dresser.
“Jane?” She ignored the tentative voice of an angel as it drifted to her from the bed.
The detective set up the music player and the sound of smooth, sexy notes filled the air. She moved to the candles in the corner, lighting them one by one. A quick run to the hall closet yielded her prize and she returned, covering the windows with a dark sheet, casting the room into a romantic glow.
Jane finally turned towards the bed, refusing to look at Maura until she was finished, knowing if she did look then any chance of taking the time to set the mood would have been forfeit. She was once again, proven correct. Jane hadn’t been the only one preparing for intimacy. Maura had slowly pulled off her dress and bra, leaving her entirely nude and leaning against the pillows she had stacked at the headboard.
Jane swallowed harshly. She had seen her best friend in various stages of undress over the years but nothing, nothing had prepared her for how she would feel actually seeing the love of her life exposed and literally dripping in preparation for her.
The detective’s cock hardened even further, something she didn’t think was even possible. Quite a few inches poked out of the top of her sleeping pants and she could feel her balls literally aching with the need to empty inside of Maura’s womb.
Jane quickly grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. The pants were kicked aside and for a moment, both women stared at each other, neither having any clue how they had been able to last all these years when this felt so inevitable.
Jane took in a shuddering breath, matching Maura’s perfectly. She climbed slowly onto the bed, crawling forward on hands and knees. The detective began kissing every inch of the doctors’ legs as she slowly moved upwards.
“Jane…please…I can’t…”
“Shhh…I’ve waited so long for this Maura” said Jane as she picked up one of Maura’s legs, kissing the sides and moving to the other when she reached the kneecap.
“I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you, in the café at the station.” Jane massaged each muscle she came across in each leg, paying attention to every sign of tension within Maura’s body. Her goal was complete and utter relaxation and that wasn’t going to happen unless Maura truly relinquished control.
Jane looked up, locking brown eyes with hazel. A question was asked without a word being spoken. With assurance now given, Jane crawled backwards and lightly pulled Maura down the bed with her. She slowly turned her over, making sure the blanket wasn’t bunched under her stomach.
“I’ll be right back baby.” Jane kissed the small of Maura’s back and raced into the bathroom, retrieving a bottle of Maura’s expensive body oil.
Jane felt her body stutter in excitement as she walked back into her room. The doctor was laying fully naked on her stomach, just where she had left her, but her head was facing away from the detective, and it allowed Jane a moment of pure carnal eye fucking of the highest caliber. Every curve, dip and muscle was committed to Jane’s memory bank. She felt her cock twitch repeatedly as lust burned through her veins at a height she had never reached before.
Jane walked to the bed and filled her palm with the sweet and spicy smelling oil, placing the bottle on the side table and then rubbing her palms together to warm it up. As she knelt on the bed, Maura turned her head, looking up at Jane with the softest eyes she had ever seen. Jane felt every part of her warm up, a feeling of love so deep filled every place within her, places the detective had thought went cold and dormant long ago. Jane felt a few tears drip off her chin as she swallowed multiple times. A warm hand grasped the outside of her thigh, rubbing up and down in understanding and comfort.
“I know Jane. I know darling. It’s time my love.” Maura’s serene smile calmed the detective immediately, a feeling of absolution rolled through her body, evaporating all nervousness from her. Jane crawled onto the bed, straddling Maura’s legs as long fingers began to manipulate and lengthen sore muscles. A deep sigh was felt from under her as Maura began to fully relax for the first time in months.
Jane spent long minutes working over the blonde’s back, making sure not to miss any knots or spend too long on any one area. When she was done, she moved to the side, helping Maura to turn over. Jane moved to straddle Maura’s legs again but was stopped when the doctor bent both of them upwards, opening herself fully to Jane’s starving eyes.
“Maur…God…” Jane barely whispered as she watched Maura’s drenched pussy began to clench and unclench in excitement.
“Jane. Jane, look at me.” Dark eyes snapped up to meet determined hazel ones.
“I have wanted you for years detective. Years. But I am a heterosexual woman with regards to physical intimacy Jane. That is the only reason I have never pursued you, even when it was blatantly obvious that you wanted more than friendship with me. I hope you will not judge me too harshly Jane, but when your brother revealed that you have a phallus, that you were intersex, I realized that I could have my baked goods and ingest it too. I hope you are not upset with me Jane, but I could not, in good conscious, be in a relationship with you when you did not have the physical endowments that I require. I…Jane? Are you listening to me? Jane?”
Jane’s eyes shot up from where they had been focused between Maura’s legs. She realized the blonde had been speaking and was looking a bit agitated. That just wouldn’t do, especially right now. Jane took a breath and focused every bit of will power she possessed towards trying to remember what Maura had just said.
Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. All she could remember was that beautiful, pink, swollen pussy just begging to be worshiped.
Wait. She remembered something! “It’s have my cake and eat it too Maur!” The smile on Jane’s face was so large and giddy that Maura had no choice but to smile right back, and she did with an easy innocence for a few seconds, right until Jane virtually dove in between her bent legs and plunged her long tongue deep into her quivering pussy.
“Agh! Yes! Fuck Jane, yes!” Jane felt Maura’s internal muscles clench down on her tongue as she plunged and circled it around inside, drawing as many juices into her mouth as she could.
Jane was a goner. She had never had an addictive personality before. There was never a need to try drugs or over consume anything in her life. She knew that had changed the moment she tasted Maura. The blonde was like the sweetest nectar, like the juiciest berry during peak season. Jane feasted like a starving zealot, feeling Maura bucking into her hands and mouth, her body undulating in waves of pleasure as Jane took her fill.
“Jane I…FUCK…Jane, baby, please, I need you!”
Wild eyed and heaving, Jane jerked up and loomed over Maura’s lower body like a jungle cat waiting to pounce. Looking back on this moment, the detective will never be able to explain how she had the willpower to pull her mouth away from Maura’s delicious pussy. Perhaps it was Italian hardheadedness that ran through her blood, or perhaps the solid steel backbone of sheer willpower that her coworkers and family listed as one of her attributes.
“Maura…I’ve never…”
“Shhh…I’ve got you baby…let me take care of you.” Jane felt a hand wrap around her penis, her eyes immediately rolled back at the feel of a touch other than her own.
“Maur…oh God baby…oh shit” Jane whispered her words like a prayer as the blonde guided her cock towards her pussy. Jane’s eyes snapped open, and she looked down as Maura pulled her in.
Both women begin to moan as inch after thick inch pressed inside, a heat unlike any she had ever known enveloped Jane’s cock, making it jump and twitch. Maura began to rock her hips as she moved both hands to Jane’s sides, pulling her down towards her body.
Jane took the hint and dropped her body down on top of Maura’s, thrusting her hips forward at the same time.
“Ah! Wait Jane, please, wait.” Maura’s eyes had closed in a grimace and Jane immediately stopped moving altogether, internally panicking at the thought of hurting her beloved in any way.
‘No…No…Oh God Maura no…please…oh baby please don’t say I hurt you…fuck…what did I do’ Jane felt her whole body begin to freeze and a hollowness began to fill her chest with a dull ache.
“It’s ok Jane, it’s ok…your just…fuck!”
“…Maur? Are you…did I hurt you…?” Jane had never spoken so softly and so full of apprehension in her entire life. This was the only thing she genuinely cared about, the only thing that made her days’ worth getting out of bed. Maura. She couldn’t stomach the thought of having hurt her in any way.
“I’m ok Jane. Your just…damn…your phallus is much larger than anyone I have been with before. I need a moment to adjust darling.”
Jane felt time stop.
She had never felt such an overwhelming feeling of unnecessary accomplishment in her entire life. Jane felt her chest swell up and her ass cheeks flex as her muscles seemed to contract and expand on their own.
“Ok darling…you can move now. Slowly, please.” Jane grinned as her hips began to slowly twirl and thrust in shallow, hard movements, burying herself deeper and deeper into the doctor beneath her.
Long minutes passed by with Jane slowly working her cock into Maura until she was finally buried up to the hilt. Maura had pulled Jane fully down on top of her and little moans were interspersed with panting. Jane never knew it could be like this. That it could feel like this.
“Maur…are you ok now?” Jane felt like her whole body was one giant bow that was strung way too tight.
“Yes Jane, the muscles within my vagina have relaxed enough to accommodate your overly large girth and length. If you have the fortitude to continue, you” Jane didn’t wait for the blonde to finish her thoughts.
The detective pulled her cock almost all the way out of Maura’s pussy and immediately snapped forward, hard. She watched in satisfaction as Maura’s jaw unhinged and her eyes began to glaze over.
Jane may have been a virgin before this, but she was in her mid-thirties with plenty of life experience. She was about to fuck this pussy to within an inch of its pretty little life.
Jane leaned forward and back, moved her knees outward then in, moved her hands and arms above Maura and then underneath her. Eventually she found the perfect position.
Maura was still on her back with her legs bent, but Jane had moved completely on top of her with her face buried in her neck, both arms wrapped underneath of the blondes’ knees pulling them upwards toward their shoulders and Jane had her legs spread out with her knees braced hard against the bed.
The sound of Maura’s pussy as Jane jackhammered inside of her was borderline obscene. The squelching sounds and shrieks created by the doctor’s body had Jane in a frenzy. She was pulling almost all the way out, nearly eight inches worth out of the full ten, and allowing gravity to slam her body down into Maura’s, causing all ten inches to fully stretch her out.
Jane felt a rush of fluid, and then another. Over and over, every time she nearly pulled out a veritable flood would follow, coating the bed and both women. Jane’s hazy mind was nearly gone, the sounds of Maura’s deep seated, sobbing moans and their bodies slapping together blurred into a soundtrack of noisy, raw fucking that drove the detective mad with lust.
She picked up the pace, her hips moving faster and faster as the minutes went by. Jane felt her abdomen begin to clench up from having used it for so long. Her ass cheeks and back muscles felt like they were on fire, but Jane refused to stop. She had waited years for this moment, years of using her hand multiple times a day for relief, all the while thinking about the very woman she was pounding into.
Jane knew she had already blown her load twice, God knows how many times Maura had orgasmed, the fluids drenching the bed and the scratches all over her back proved that, but there was something else that Jane was searching for. Something that she instinctively knew would set her apart from every other person Maura had ever been with, something more than just the size of her cock.
Jane was fairly certain she was already at the top of the sex partner list, at least she thought so from the sounds the doctor was making. The way she kept moaning out ‘so good…never had this…so fucking good’ gave Jane a pretty good indication that she was doing something right. But there was something there, just outside of what she was doing, what she was hitting inside, that Jane wanted to get to before Maura called it quits.
Jane knew there was a spot inside that she had touched early on that caused Maura to nearly sit up and the doctor had actually shrieked in surprise. Jane had an idea of where it was, and now that she wasn’t so timid about the noises coming from Maura, she decided to go and find it.
Jane knew it was on Maura’s right side, so she planted her left arm on the bed under Maura, causing the doctor’s right leg to move outwards and up even more. Jane was now at an angle, aimed just enough to Maura’s right that…’yup. There it is.’
Jane smirked as Maura began to lose her fucking mind. The blonde was shouting in pleasure; her eyes were completely rolled back, and every time Jane rammed forward, the bed would slam against the wall and Maura would wheeze out a strangled ‘yes…yes’.
Jane felt her back begin to spasm, so she only pulled out halfway on the next thrust and instead of using gravity to fall into Maura, she lifted up on her knees and snapped her hips forward so hard that she had a moment of worry for the woman below her.
Jane nearly lost concentration when Maura began to sob out in pleasure and curse at her to pound her pussy harder. Maura rarely cursed and this sex session was the most Jane had ever heard her do it. It was turning her on more than it should. The detective took a few heaving breaths and zoned out, thrusting over and over into a wetness that she never wanted to leave. Maura was making long, drawn out moaning sounds and hiccupping and Jane was pretty sure the human body wasn’t meant to fuck this hard for this long.
Jane reached her right hand behind Maura’s neck and pulled her forward just enough that she could see the head of her dick in Maura’s stomach as she pulled out and thrust back in. There was no way she could hold anything back. The scene of it was too hot. Maura crying in sheer pleasure with sweat flinging off her body every time her cock roughly bottomed out in the doctor’s beautiful pussy; her mouth gaped open, long breathless moans barely able to come out. Jane felt her own eyes roll backwards as lightning began shooting down her spine into her legs, her body tensing up as the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced barreled through her body like a freight train.
White. Everything was pure white for just a few seconds in time. There was no sound, no feeling, just an absolute perfect stillness. Jane had just a moment to wonder if she had died from the pleasure of it all before the tsunami rolled in, wave after wave of delicious pleasure like she had never felt before blew through her entire being. Her hair tingled, her feet locked up, her teeth clenched so hard she feared her molars might have cracked. For long minutes she was locked in a maelstrom, right in the hazy space between pain and pleasure.
And then, it was over.
Jane collapsed backwards onto the bed, pulling out of Maura as she fell over into a fetal position, panting and heaving for air. Her muscles were on fire and her body felt like she had taken the best beating known to mankind. After a solid minute, she began to laugh.
Jane rolled onto her back and laughed until tears filled her eyes. She had done it. She had finally made love to Maura, something she never thought would even be possible, and she had knocked it out of the proverbial park.
The detective felt an overwhelming elation rise in her body as a deep-rooted lethargy began to take place. Her eyes began to close without her consent, just as a moan was heard from the top of the bed.
Jane picked up her head and saw Maura beginning to thrash and move around on the bed, jerking and twitching as if her muscles had all been electrocuted on a very low level for a long period of time.
Jane picked herself up and slowly moved beside the blonde, stretching over the bed with a groan to pull the comforter over both of them. The second Jane touched Maura the doctor let out a large moan and shuddered, her legs lightly kicked out and her hands begin to pull Jane in towards her body. Maura’s eyes never opened while her mouth was slack, and her muscles clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
Jane was fairly certain that Maura was experiencing aftershocks, miniature orgasms that occur after a particularly intense sex session. Jane pulled the doctor towards her and turned her on her side. Jane curled up against her back, the blonde twitching and moaning sporadically as her body continued to randomly shake and clench.
The raven-haired Italian felt a deep sense of peace at the knowledge that she could bring such pleasure to her partner on the first try. Jane had no idea how she had actually done it. Perhaps it was the fact that she had waited until her mid-thirties to attempt it. Maybe it was being surrounded by men in all aspects of her life. Maybe it was daydreaming and actually dreaming about making love to Maura on a daily basis that did it. It was still hard to actually do what you envision or think about, even if you think about it all the time. Like Jane did. With Maura. Which is what she just did.
Jane smiled and pulled the twitching woman closer to her, burying her face in the sweaty blonde tresses. She quickly fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Several years later….
Jane combed her fingers through Maura’s hair as her wife turned the volume on the documentary down. Her head lifted from the detective’s chest and confused hazel eyes met playful brown ones.
“Jane, one of your favorite series is in fact, Harry Potter. I am confused as to why you do not know the main character’s chosen familiar. It is a snowy barn owl, not a pigeon. You should also know that Hogwarts is the wizarding school in Scotland. It services the majority of European countries but especially England, Ireland, and Scotland. Ilvermorny is the school of witchcraft and wizardry in the America’s. You would have received a letter from there, not Hogwarts. Also, wizards and witches cannot fly on their own power Jane, at least none that were as young as you, as wizards and witches can live double to triple the average lifespan. You would be able to apparate, but you would still need to learn how to…” Jane smiled lazily and continued to run her fingers through the silky blonde tresses. She was so fucking lucky, and she knew it.