Things Left Unsaid

Summary: Maura told Jane she loves her and that she doesn't want to risk their friendship. But what Maura doesn't say is that she's been harboring feelings for her. Jane, unaware of Maura's feelings, wonders why, in the heat of the moment, she kisses a distraught Maura.

Disclaimer: This work is intended as a piece of fiction. I do not own any of the Rizzoli & Isles characters, plot, etc. No copy write infringement intended.

Author's Note: This story is rated M for later chapters. It takes place halfway through season two. It contains GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT between two female characters. If this is not to your liking, you need not continue reading.

So I've been holding off posting this chapter because I really don't want it to be over. But considering the disappointing lack of Rizzles in the past Rizzoli & Isles episodes I figured I could at least give you what you've been waiting for here.

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Chapter 13 – Right Where I Belong

Had it all really been leading to this? Jane thought to herself as she sat across the table, nervously eyeing Maura over the candlelight. She tried to eat her food, which was delicious despite her picking at it with her fork. The trouble was that she was having a horrible time focusing on anything other than how horribly awkward she felt.

First there had been the question of what to wear. Normally, she gave little thought to what she wore. Other than finding an outfit that matched and was fairly comfortable, she rarely made much effort in the way of dress. But this was a date—a real date. She couldn't just show up in her usual blouse and slacks, and Maura had expressed her distaste for Jane's favorite pair of heeled boots.

What did Maura expect her to wear? Did she expect her to dress up? The doctor would surely be stunning, as usual, but how could Jane compete? Maura was always the one to help her get dressed for stuff like this anyway. What would Maura like? She thought to herself as she stared into her closet. Suddenly, everything seemed so awful.

Then there had been the question of what to bring. Had a guy been coming over to her place for dinner, she would expect them to bring flowers and wine, or at least some sort of gift. Does that mean I'm the guy? Jane thought tossing another outfit onto her bed. Don't be ridiculous, Jane. She cursed herself, there is no guy! It's just me and Maura.

"Fuck!" Jane said tossing another outfit onto the bed. This was Maura. She was going on a date with Maura. Calm the fuck down! Jane thought. Stop thinking about this so much.

Finally she settled on the only little black dress she owned. It was the only item in Jane's wardrobe that Maura had not turned her nose up to. Not that Maura showed disapproval of all of her clothes, but she was fairly outspoken about Jane's lack of taste, or rather lack of interest in fine clothing.

This particular item Jane had bought fairly recently, that is within the past several months. She thought back to when she had purchased it. It had been back during one of Maura's matchmaking crazes where she insisted on bringing Jane out to meet guys. She had actually been shopping with her mother when the dress had caught her eye. Of course, to avoid incessant questions from either of them she had purchased the dress the next day on her own.

Jane slipped into the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. What had made her purchase it anyway? She wondered. Her hand smoothed down the curve of her hip. Maura would fill out this dress so much better. She thought to herself with a smile.

And suddenly, the reason hit her as she stared at her from across the table. It had taken Jane months to see it, but they'd been building to this. Maura was the reason Jane had bought that dress. Maura was the reason she found few—if any—men at all appealing. Maura was the reason she felt an overwhelming pang of jealously any time anyone gave the doctor more than just friendly attention.

"Jane?" Maura said, noticing the brunette's half-eaten plate of food. "You feeling okay?"

"Hm?" Jane said, glancing up at her uneasily.

"Is the salmon under-cooked?" Maura said with a frown, wondering if that was why Jane had been poking it absentmindedly with her fork.

The honey blond had not really been worried that Jane didn't like the dish. Maura was fairly confident in her cooking ability. She did, however, worry that the long silence was indicative of Jane's reluctance to move the date forward. Maura desperately wished that she could know what the brunette was thinking. Did she want to slow down? Was all this too much for her to take?

All Maura knew was that she was frightfully nervous herself. Why, she honestly couldn't fathom. Maura was always very confident when it came to dating. She was comfortable with her sexuality and she was comfortable with Jane. So why was she so absolutely afraid?

This is Jane. Maura had thought to herself as she prepared dinner. This is your best friend Jane.

Maura had been thankful that Jane had been late to arrive, because, despite her usual confidence when it came to picking out the perfect outfit, she found herself changing her mind and her clothes several times. She couldn't believe that someone who normally made her feel so at ease was suddenly the source of so much anxiety. She began to wonder if the whole dinner thing was a good idea. It was a weeknight, after all and if Jane spent the night—was she going to spend the night?

Maura had tossed those thoughts aside as she went to answer the door. The two stared at each other briefly before either said anything. Jane managed a compliment about Maura's dress—a silky red dress that hugged her every curve—as she awkwardly handed her a bottle of wine. Maura admired Jane with a smile, thanking her for the wine. Goodness she looks sexy in that little black dress.

"No, the meal is delicious." Jane assured Maura with a nod.

"Jane if you're not ready for this..." Maura suddenly blurted out, placing her hand reassuringly on Jane's.

"Are you not ready for…?" but Jane was unable to finish the sentence. Her mouth was dry and her heart was racing. She was aware of little more than Maura's thumb running over her fingers.

"Yes, Jane, I'm nervous, too." Maura said, squeezing Jane's hand. Finally, Jane looked up into her eyes. Maura smiled bravely, "That's natural. But, Jane, if you need more time, there's no need for us to rush things."

"I'm sorry." Jane said, suddenly standing up. Maura stood up too, looking at Jane with panic filling her eyes.

This was all too much for Jane. Everything in her brain was screaming Run! Why couldn't this be easy? Why couldn't just happen? What happened to the comfort she felt with Maura no more than two hours ago?

"Don't go!" Maura said desperately, catching Jane's hand as she turned to leave.

Maura caught her, caught Jane from falling into her own trap. She grasped Jane tightly on the precipice of her fears. Maura steadied her, kept her from falling, the way Maura always had, the way only Maura could. For Jane may have been Maura's protection from the world, but Maura was Jane's protection from herself.

Jane's eyes were teary as she spun around. She nearly fell into Maura's kiss, a deep, hungry, and bruising kiss. Unbridled from an audience, from the need for professionalism, their mouths met ravenously. Jane let Maura's tongue wander into her mouth as her long fingers spilled into her golden hair. She moaned into Maura's mouth as the honey blond ran her nails down her back. The brunette instantly felt her center aching.

"Fuck!" Jane gasped as their lips parted.

"Don't go." Maura said her pleas growing forceful as she moved kisses down Jane's neck. "Don't go."

"Maura!" Jane groaned as Maura's hands grazed over her breasts. She arched into the touch; she delighted in how right it felt with Maura's hands on her body. How could she ever have questioned this?

"Don't go!" Maura demanded, squeezing purposefully at Jane's breasts.

"I'm not leaving." Jane reassured her. "I promise."

Their lips met again in another bruising kiss. Maura's hands delved into Jane's dark locks as tears spilled from her hazel eyes. She wanted, no she needed to hear it again.

"Jane," she said, breaking the kiss and looking into her russet colored eyes, "tell me again."

Jane stared at her. She could feel Maura needed to hear something, something she wasn't saying, something she had restrained herself from saying for so long. Maura didn't know how to ask for it but Jane had heard her plea anyway.

"I love you." Jane said, her eyes unwavering. "I love you, Maura Isles."

Maura kissed her again, her movements growing more fervent. Jane was barely able to keep up. It was as if Jane's words had sent the honey blond loose. Her lips moved down Jane's jaw, neck and collarbone. She bit and licked on her way down, making her way to the valley between Jane's breasts. Jane tossed her head back with a soft moan.

Suddenly, Jane's sexy black dress was in the way. Maura needed Jane naked right now. For that matter, she needed this constricting dress off of her as well. She needed Jane's strong hands on her body, her tanned skin against hers. Maura stepped back, causing Jane to look at her in surprise.

The honey blond led her by the hand to the master bedroom, all the while peering back at her teasingly. Jane longed to kiss her again, to taste her again, but Maura dodged her attempts to do so. Then, quite suddenly Maura halted in front of the bed and looked at Jane from over her shoulder.

Maura pointed to the zipper on the back of her dress. Jane smiled and obliged, slowly exposing the smooth skin of Maura's back, spreading kisses down as she moved. The silky material fell silently to the floor and the honey blond turned to face Jane, who looked down at Maura's black lacey undergarments and exposed flesh admiringly.

The brunette had seen her friend's underwear-clad figure before, but never like this. Never with her skin giving off heat and her muscles twitching expectantly. Never with Jane's hands wandering over her body leaving goose bumps in their wake.

Then, all of a sudden, Maura grasped Jane and turned her around. She pushed aside Jane's dark hair and her mouth made contact with the back of her neck. As she unzipped Jane's dress her kisses, and occasional gentle bites, moved down her back. The little black dress eventually fell to the floor. Maura's hands moved up the curve of Jane's spine to unhook her bra.

Jane turned around as the garment fell to the floor. Maura's eyes fell to Jane's exposed breasts, her nipples already growing hard. The honey blond bit her lip. Jane suddenly felt self conscious, and Maura could tell by the way she shifted awkwardly. Maura kissed Jane reassuringly, turning the two of them around as she did so and pressing Jane backward onto the bed.

Maura climbed on top of Jane, her hands moving up Jane's arms to her wrists. She pinned Jane's arms above her head and kissed her again. The brunette looked up at her with a slight frown and an amused grin. She had never really thought of herself as a bottom, but if she hadn't guessed before, Jane knew now, as the honey blond looked down at her possessively, Maura was a fucking top.

Her kisses moved down Jane's jaw and to her ear. "You're so fucking beautiful." Maura whispered, her breath hot on her neck. Jane might have been surprised by Maura's sudden use of language if she not been very much distracted by the sudden pressure on her center coming from the forceful movement of Maura's thigh between her legs.

The brunette attempted to buck her hips up for more, but Maura had moved. She had gotten the information she was seeking, it was evident their on her thigh, and soaking through Jane's panties. Jane's eyes opened wide; she looked up at Maura incredulously. Jane was so ready for her, she could feel it aching and dripping in her center, but Maura merely looked down at her appreciatively.

Frustrated, Jane struggled free from Maura's grasp and reached around to unhook her bra. If Maura was going to tease her, Jane was at least going to get a good look at Maura's perfect tits. But when they bounced out of her silky lingerie Jane was unable to resist the urge to cup her hands around them.

Maura gasped as Jane's long fingers squeezed greedily around her full breasts. Her head fell back and she moaned as Jane's middle and pointer fingers pinched at her budded nipples. She struggled to maintain her posture over Jane, but after several more pinches her legs buckled under her and her aching core pressed hard onto Jane's stomach.

The two women gasped, Jane at the sensation of Maura's dripping center on her abs and Maura at the sudden pressure on her throbbing clit. Maura arched into Jane's hands, aching for those long, nimble fingers to be inside her.

Suddenly, Jane's hands moved to Maura's waist, pulling Maura down on top of her. She brought her mouth to Maura's right breast and sucked greedily on her hardened nipple. Maura's hands fell to the bed where she struggled to steady herself.

Fuck, Jane is good at this. Maura thought as the brunette's tongue circled her nipple. Then she moved to the other breast, her ministrations growing ever more fervent, more daring. I wander where else that tongue would be useful.

It was that thought that caused Maura's impatience to grow to an unbearable level. So, quite suddenly she pressed her lips against Jane's. She needed to taste her, every bit of her. With one last hard suck on Jane's bottom lip she moved her lips south down her neck, to her chest. She moved as slowly as she could possibly manage, sucking greedily on one breast and then the other, nibbling lightly on each nipple and licking it with one long, greedy stroke of her tongue.

Jane arched into Maura's mouth with every kiss, every bite, every lick as she moved down Jane's stomach to her panty-line. Maura looked up towards Jane's face briefly. She wanted to make sure she was okay with this. But Jane's head was trust back into the pillows, her hands grasping at the sheets below her.

Maura placed a kiss on the moistened spot on Jane's panties. She smiled at the way Jane bucked her hips up into her mouth. Jane's delicious scent wafted into Maura's nose, causing her mouth to water.

"Please." Jane whimpered softly.

Maura rewarded her with another kiss, this time sucking gently on the moisture there. Jane tasted delicious and Maura could barely restrain herself from simply moving the cloth aside and pressing her mouth full on to Jane's center. Instead, she slowly removed Jane's underwear, placing kisses up her thighs as she moved back up to her goal, tossing Jane's underwear to the floor.

Jane's legs widened as Maura's kisses moved up her other thigh. She let out a deep, guttural moan as Maura's lips finally came into contact with the bud of nerves buried in the dark, neat curls between her legs. The honey blond sucked greedily on Jane's clit, her moans growing louder and her hips bucking harder. Maura placed a hand on Jane's stomach, her abs pulsing under her fingers. She flicked her tongue over the bud gently, with the occasional broad stroke over her folds.

"Maura!" Jane moaned pleadingly.

The sensations that the honey blond was sending through Jane's body she hardly thought possible. Still, she ached for Maura to be inside of her, to fill her. Just when she thought she was going to have to plead again she felt Maura slip one finger deep inside. She moved in and out in time with her tongue on Jane's clit, curling her finger up as she pulled out, and pressing deeper as she moved in.

Just when Jane was just about to give into the urge to beg for more, Maura added another finger. Jane squeezed around her and moaned loudly at the sensations growing deep within her core and swelling outward. Maura was about to add a third finger, loving the feel of Jane's walls constricting around her hand, when suddenly, Jane grasped at her head desperately.

Maura let herself be pulled to Jane's face, adjusting her hand accordingly, and onto Jane's lips. At first, Jane was startled by the strange taste of herself on Maura's mouth, but then Maura's thrusts resumed their pace and curl into Jane's core, and her palm pressed against her clit. Jane wrapped her shaking arms around Maura's neck as she moved kisses down Jane's jawline.

Jane's mouth opened, as if to scream, but no sound came out. Sweet ecstasy washed over her whole body. She quaked underneath Maura, her nails digging painfully deep into the smaller woman's shoulders. The honey blond continued her movements for some time, trying to extend the brunette's pleasure.

"Maur!" Jane cried, sound finally erupting from her mouth as she experienced one final flush of pleasure. Jane collapsed beneath her lover.

"Maura…" Jane said, gasping for breath as she lay beside her. She searched her brain for some way to describe how mind-blowingly awesome that was, but she could think of no intelligent way of saying so.

Suddenly, as Jane's mind began to clear, that nervousness began to return. What if she couldn't do any of that right? What if she couldn't pleasure Maura, no less give her the best orgasm of her life? Maura clearly had more experience than she did. How was Jane supposed to compete against that?

Then Maura kissed her knowingly, and, seeing the worry in Jane's eyes guided Jane's hand down into her panties and deep into her soaking folds. Jane's fingers slipped easily over Maura's aching clit, causing her to shiver and arch into Jane's hand. Encouraged by Maura's heaving chest and parting legs, Jane maneuvered herself above her.

Eagerly Jane slipped the Maura's panties of her legs, revealing a neat, dark blond patch of hair. Jane could not help but smile as her eyes swept up every perfect aspect of Maura's figure, her smooth abs, the smooth, pale skin of her chest, the luscious curves of her breasts, the pulsing veins moving up her neck, the sharp features of her face, those hypnotizing hazel eyes. She propped herself up with the other arm so she could watch the pleasure she caused play out on Maura's face.

Maura's hands grasped at the bed sheets as Jane rubbed gentle circles around her clit. As Jane increased the pressure, Maura's knuckles grew pale and her breathing hitched. She bucked into Jane's fingers as she found the right stroke. Jane's confidence grew as the honey blond came closer and closer to her climax, her moans growing ever louder.

The brunette moved down so her head was between Maura's legs, inhaling the sweet smell there. Her mouth watered and her curiosity grew. Maura only gave the slightest objection as Jane's hand stopped and her mouth dipped into Maura's folds. Jane lapped avidly at the moisture there, finding Maura's clit with her lips and sucking on it forcefully.

"Jane!" Maura screamed, her hands moving to Jane's head between her legs.

The brunette thought at first that Maura meant for her to stop, but as soon as Jane went to move, Maura's grip tightened, holding her in place. Almost immediately, though, Maura loosened her grip, lifting her head to peer down at Jane.

"You don't have to…" Maura tried to reassure her, but the ache between her legs was making it hard to concentrate. She didn't want to make Jane feel like she had to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, but she really, really didn't want her to stop either.

Jane didn't answer, she simply placed her mouth back down on Maura's clit, sucking hungrily. She never in a million years would have thought she would ever be going down on a woman. Far from finding it weird, she found it thrilling. Maura tasted delicious, and her moans were growing louder, egging Jane on.

"Jane!" Maura screamed as she came into Jane's mouth, her whole body shivering and pulsing with ecstasy. Jane moved up to burry Maura's mouth in a kiss, simultaneously inserting two fingers deep into Maura's opening and curling upward.

"Fuck!" Maura screamed as her head tossed back suddenly and her back arched and her hips bucked into Jane's hand. The honey blond was overcome with a tidal wave of pleasure as she squeezed around Jane's strong fingers. Maura grasped tightly at Jane's neck, making it difficult for Jane to continue. But continue she did, thrusting in and out of Maura until every last twitch had ceased and Maura lay still, panting for breath.

After a few minutes Maura opened her eyes and looked up at Jane, who was still peering down at her. Jane had a slightly worried expression evident in her furrowed eyebrows and searching coffee brown eyes. The honey blond smiled up at her, wrapping her arms around her gently and touching her lips to Jane's. It was a sweet, tender kiss, filled with wordless praise.

Jane lay down next to Maura, their legs intertwined and their arms still wrapped around each other. Maura's hazel eyes gazed into Jane's russet colored eyes. A shy smile spread over the brunette's face at last, she had done well after all, more than well.

"I love you, Jane Rizzoli." Maura whispered, her eyes firmly locked in Jane's gaze.

"I love you, too." Jane murmured before nuzzling her face into the crook of Maura's neck. "So much it scares me."

The two were silent, breathing softly, holding each other closely. Nothing need be said. Maura grasped Jane tightly, showing her she understood. Jane pulled the covers over them, and nuzzled into Maura once again, yawning sleepily.

Maura glanced at the clock; it was nearly 1am. Tomorrow would be a long day with only a few hours of sleep, but that hardly bothered her. If the cost was a little less sleep, Maura would gladly spend every night like this.

Jane could feel sleep taking over her. For a brief moment she feared falling asleep. What if she awoke and all this had been a dream? But then Maura kissed her hair and sighed contentedly.

This is right where I belong. They thought as they dozed off.

[the end]