Title: Waking Up Aid
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles, Jane/Maura
Rating: NC-17 (ooo, smexytiems)
Words: ~2150
Notes: I decided to give myself the challenge word of 'shopping'. Here is the result. :D

Waking Up Aid

Maura awoke a little anxious, a little excited.

Even without opening her eyes she took a deep breath and counted slowly to 10 as she let it out. She then opened her eyes. She could tell it was still fairly dark out but not entirely pitch black. She glanced at the bedside clock. It was still a *little* early…

…but close enough.

The doctor rolled from her back onto her side, towards her best friend and girlfriend who was asleep in bed next to her. "Jane?" she said just barely louder than a whisper.

There was no response from the prone woman facing away from her.

Not to be deterred, Maura scooted a little closer to that woman and hoisted herself onto her elbow. She reached over and pulled long locks of sleep-wild hair back to reveal Jane's cheek and jaw. "Jane?" she said again. "Sweetie?" she questioned just a little louder before leaning down and placing a light kiss on that newly exposed jaw.

"Uhg," Jane grunted in response. The detective was not exactly a morning person.

Maura smiled. Because, see, she actually adored how poorly Jane woke up when the detective was with Maura; it showed how truly comfortable and safe Jane felt with her. And normally Maura would just give the brunette some time to wake up naturally, especially on a Saturday like today, but Maura was feeling too impatient right now for that.

So the lighter haired woman put another kiss on Jane's jaw but also snaked her free hand down Jane's side and around to Jane's stomach, caressing the detective's relaxed abs while purposefully pressing her breasts to Jane's back.

That earned the doctor another sound from Jane, though this one was closer to a gravely hum of approval rather than the very un-approving grunt she'd received just moments ago.

Maura smiled again. "Good morning," the doctor replied to that hum while continuing to slowly caress Jane's ribs and abdomen, fingers tickling up to the underside of Jane's breasts, touching the sensitive swells just briefly before pulling back down to tickle Jane's navel, and then finally trace the skin just above the elastic of Jane's low riding pajama bottoms, the whole fluid motion gentle and tender, but enticing, teasing awake slumber nerve endings.

Jane hummed again when Maura's wandering fingers returned to her breasts to once more lightly stroke and tease the flesh there. And when Maura lightly tweaked a rapidly hardening nipple, Jane made a slightly louder noise and jerked just a bit, but in a good way. In a very good way.

Jane finally rolled onto her back towards the doctor and Maura pulled back enough to let her.

Maura then immediately leaned down and gave her lover a kiss, not a demanding one, not a suffocating one, but a gently seeking one, flicking her tongue across Jane's bottom lip, suckling a little longer than necessary on Jane's top lip, before eventually pulling back and looking down at Jane's still slightly dopey, but less sleepy face.

Jane smiled at Maura. She reached up and pushed away a small curtain of hair partially hiding Maura's face, then playfully pushed her thumb ever so lightly against Maura's chin and teased, "You rather perky this morning."

Maura bit her lip, a little minx-like, and nodded her agreement to Jane's assessment, "Yes." The doctor's flicked her eyes down to Jane's bottom lip as she ran her thumb over it, before bringing them back to Jane's and continuing her response, "I guess I did wake up a little 'perky', like you said, this morning."

The two women then looked at each other for several seconds. Maura gauging Jane's reaction.

Fortunately, it wasn't hard to gauge for one side of Jane's lip quirked up and she said back, "I'm not complaining."

With a small spark in her eyes and another sultry smile of her own, Maura pushed herself to a seated position and then climbed on top of Jane, straddling the detective's body, sitting lightly on the detective's thighs. She then reached forward and still staring into Jane's eyes, wordlessly undid the top button of the detective's pajama top.

Jane cocked an eyebrow. Another sign of interest. A silent sign of approval.

So Maura took that sign and ran with it, moving to the next button, licking her lips as she slowly, almost erotically worked the round head through the hole, releasing the fabric, exposing skin, before finally and somewhat reluctantly breaking eye contact, but only so she could lean forward and place a light kiss on that newly exposed skin of Jane's chest. And then place another kiss the newly exposed skin of Jane's sternum. And with another button undone, another kiss was placed a little lower on Jane's sternum between the detective's breasts, and then on the spot where the detective's rib cages meet. And so on down.

Maura continued scooting slightly backwards, slowly, pointedly, purposefully, alluringly undoing one button at a time down Jane's upper body, kissing and suckling the revealed skin below it as she went, drawing various other sounds from the detective, including another hum of pleasure when she kissed that small tract of flesh between Jane's belly button and the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

Maura smiled again at the sound, knowing this slow seduction of hers was working exactly as she'd planned, exactly as she'd hoped.

With the last button undone, Maura looked up one more time, this time with eyes slightly hooded by her own arousal, and pushed open Jane's shirt, fully exposing Jane's upper body to the air and to Maura.

She saw Jane's jaw clench. She felt Jane's abs contract.

The doctor flashed that sexy smile one more time, that so very fucking sexy smile, the one Jane never stood a chance against, the one Jane never ever wanted to stand a chance against, then once again dipped her head, lips and tongue and mouth once again seeking the warm skin and flesh of Jane's torso, or more specifically, seeking the warm skin and flesh of Jane's breasts.

Jane couldn't help it, her head pressed back and her back arced, her breasts offered up to Maura as the contrasting sensation of the cool bedroom air and Maura's hot wet mouth enveloped one of her nipples.

Fuck, she loved cold weather sex.

And Maura knew she did. So the doctor took her time, playing with the nipple, flicking her tongue back and forth across it, blowing on it to cool it down, sucking on it to warm it up, before moving to the other side and doing exactly the same. All the while, she could feel Jane's body moving more and more under her; the detective's hips beginning to swivel in a small but perceptible motion, the detective's hands coming to tangle in Maura's hair, the detective's core radiating more and more heat and aroma.

Finally, untold seconds, minutes later, Maura placed a final tiny kiss on the now very hard tip of one of Jane's breasts before starting to scoot further down Jane's body.

The detective moaned.

For it was clear where Maura was headed. It was clear what her intent was.

And the thought of that alone caused a jolt to travel through Jane's pussy and clit and settle low in Jane's belly.

Maura could only smile wickedly again as she graced the detective's rib cage and then abs with a kiss, scooting further down, causing Jane's breath to hitch this time. The doctor paused as she always did to place a tender kiss on Jane's scar, lightly, almost reverently, running her lips back and forth on it before resuming her quest, moving to Jane's navel, flicking her tongue into it briefly, loving the feeling Jane's abs fluttering once again in response, of Jane's legs trying to open below her.

Maura almost moaned herself. Jane was so deliciously attuned to the doctor's every touch. So deliciously responsive.

It was tempting to let this play out differently than her original idea.

Tempting.

But no.

So with a kiss to the hallow of Jane's hip, Maura broke the silence that had descended up on them in the intervening minutes, "So," she said between kisses, "Are you feeling," Maura scooted further back and hooked her fingers into the elastic band of Jane's pajama bottoms, exposing another inch of sensitive skin and placing a kiss there, "a little more 'perky' now?" Maura emphasized the question with a light nip of Jane's hipbone with her teeth.

Jane moaned low in her throat and unconsciously lifted her hips to aid Maura while also squeezing her legs together, clenching her inner muscles at the rising tide of arousal and ache and desire building in her core. "You could say that," she rumbled in reply to Maura's question.

"Good!" Maura said with a distinct absence of the kind of sensuality that had been present in her previous words. The doctor also relinquished Jane's waistband and crawled back up the detective's body. She arrived back near Jane's face, one hand placed on either side of the detective's head as she leaned down and placed a far too quick and far too chaste peck on the detective's lips, now partially hanging open in surprise. Maura then rolled off the detective and rolled all the way off the bed onto her feet.

"Wait, whaaaa….?" was about all Jane could get out as she looked over at Maura, Maura who a moment ago was about to go down on her, Maura who a moment ago was sex personified, Maura who was now no longer even in bed with her.

And Maura who was also now just looking back at her with wide innocent eyes. "Wait what what?" she asked back, "I was just going to go make some coffee. After all, that should help you wake up the rest of the way."

Jane, in a state of utter confusion not to mention utter need propped herself up onto her elbows, "But… but…" Jane sputtered, her upper body now also chilling rapidly with the unexpected withdrawal of Maura's warmth and the unexpected halt in their… activities.

"You know," Maura, way too composed for Jane's liking, prattled on, "So we can head out on the shopping trip we talked about yesterday. And we really do need to get moving: stores start opening in less than an hour!"

And then it all came back to Jane in a rush, like a nightmare. Like a terrible waking nightmare.

The cross referenced holiday gift lists for family, friends, deserving (and some not deserving in Jane's estimation) co-workers, as well as for charitable giving. The itinerary of where all they'd need to go to procure all these varied and various treasures. The stack of environmentally friendly (but still designer, naturally) cloth bags in which they'd place their purchases. The mapping out of the most efficient route to all those locations (which Jane was convinced took them by several not-strictly-required shoe stores, but also a coffee shop or two). And Jane's promise to go with Maura. For as long as it took. Without complaining.

Well, without complaining 'too much'.

Jane closed her eyes and let out a frustrated but knowing and resigned breath. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Did what on purpose?" Maura asked back, again acting all innocent.

As if.

Jane opened her eyes then but only so she could narrow them at the doctor. "You know what," she ground out.

Maura swallowed and squared her shoulders and jutted her chin out a bit, "No, of course I don't," Maura picked up her robe from the dresser where it had been draped, "I was just trying to help you wake up and now I'm going to go make coffee." And with that Maura practically ran out of the room. Probably so Jane wouldn't see the hives that surely had started spreading on her neck.

Jane let her body flop back down to the mattress and she let out another breath. Maura.

God, what a fucking tease sometimes!

And god, did Jane love it!

Or hate it. Or loved to hate it. Or hated to love it. Something.

Because it was always worth it. And that was part of the fun.

For she knew Maura would eventually make good on all that teasing. She always did. And then some.

After getting something out of Jane first, of course. But that, too, was part of the fun. Most of the time.

Jane inhaled deeply, biting the inside of her bottom lip and pressing her legs together one more time as her arousal only grudgingly began to recede and she grudgingly admitted just how good Maura had gotten her this time.

She then hoisted herself up and out of bed and headed for a cold shower. Because regardless of what later that day or night or tomorrow would bring, right this instant Jane could use a cooling off.