Notes: This will be a 2 parter: absolute, total unabashed smut just for the hell of it.

Criminal

It had been a long week. A long, hot, unbearable, swamp crotch, shitter of a week. And if it had been that hot in Boston, Jane could only imagine what the weather had been like for Maura in New Orleans. It was probably like the seventh circle of hell; no, hell would be a dry heat. She reckoned humidity in New Orleans made it damn near jungle-esque. In any event, it was understandable that Maura would want to go home and unpack and shower, but when she didn't call Jane to come over after an entire week of being gone, an entire week of unsatiated want for the caramel locks of her girlfriend between her legs, well that was just downright criminal. And Jane knew how to deal with criminals.

Maura had a thing for the uniform. Jane had told her before the awards banquet that it made her look like a man. Maura told her sometime after that she found Jane exceptionally handsome in it. That had planted the seed. A little seed that stayed nestled in the far reaches of Jane's mind for quite some time, waiting. Oddly, being with Maura made Jane feel more feminine than she had ever felt in her entire life. She liked it. No, she loved it; the way Maura touched her breasts, hot lips surrounding her nipples, delicate fingers teasing through wet folds. Being with a woman made her feel more like a woman than any man ever had. They had developed a perfect symbiosis in the bedroom; there was no top, no bottom really. Control was granted, relinquished, traded back and forth. Give and take, pleasured, pleasurer. They hadn't used toys beyond a small bullet vibrator, perfectly content with fingers and tongues. That was about to change.

Jane took one last look in the mirror and made sure the uniform was perfect, tie straight, pins in all the right places, hair pulled back in a taut bun. Her hand traveled down the crisp creases and settled on the bulge in her pants, cupping it, stroking it through the starched fabric, letting it fill her palm. It made sense why men were always grabbing their crotches now; it was…distracting, but nonetheless intriguing. She snorted under breath, quit stroking yourself Rizzoli, not the point remember.

She had only intended to sit down on the sofa for a few minutes, relax a little and let the fatigue from the long week at the conference and the stress of flying dissipate before taking a shower and calling Jane. But, Maura had fallen asleep and was jostled awake by a stern knock at her front door. She could hear a raspy and familiar voice on the other side call out, "Boston Police, open up."

Maura opened the door and couldn't help one side of her mouth turning up in a smirk as her eyes roamed down the uniformed body in front of her.

"One whole week, Maura." Jane said as she entered the house forcefully, grabbing Maura by each arm, kicking the door shut with her foot and then pressing Maura back against it. "One whole week you're gone. Leaving with me Carl Figura as the replacement ME, he makes horrible jokes and he sweats. Worst of all, one whole week without your skin under my fingertips. And you don't even call when you get back. That's criminal Maura," Jane leaned into Maura's ear and let her tongue trace its outer edge, "and I'm not above cruel and unusual punishment."

Maura's breath hitched and she felt her body flush as Jane spun her around so that her front was now pressed into the door.

"First, I'm going to have to give you a pat down, make sure you don't have any weapons on you. You don't have anything that will stick me do you?" Jane asked rubbing her crotch against the crack of Maura's ass, letting her new accessory be known. Maura's breathing quickened as she shook her head no. Jane buried her face in Maura's neck, licking and nipping at the tender skin, being sure to leave as many marks as possible as her hands snaked around Maura's front and began undoing the buttons of her blouse.

She pulled the blouse off as her rough hands dragged down the silky skin of Maura's arms, moving to her waist before wandering all over her torso, climbing higher until they cupped two swollen mounds. Maura's arousal was evident as Jane rolled her fingers over expensive lace that couldn't hide two hardened pebbles. Her hands snuck inside the lacy cups and rolled the pert nubs between her fingers as her bulge continued to grind out a preview of what was to come against Maura's backside.

"Mmm," Maura moaned, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she felt her bra come undone; she lowered her arms and let it fall to the floor to join the blouse, the cool wood of the door pressing back against her bare breasts.

Jane spun her around again and their lips crashed together furiously, her tongue filling Maura's mouth, beating into submission Maura's own attempts to find purchase in Jane's. She bit down on Maura's swollen lip and delighted in the groan that rumbled in her throat as she no doubt processed the strange mixture of pleasure and pain. Jane tugged on the lip before releasing it with a pop.

Jane stood by the bed; she was trying not to smile, it was difficult considering how pleased she was with herself for igniting the absolutely ravenous look of desire on her girlfriend's face as Maura stood a few feet in front of her, topless, chest heaving staring at Jane in her uniform with an impure hunger. Maura closed the gap and let her lips hover mere centimeters from Jane, trading sultry breaths as her eyes darkened with lust. Her hand roamed lightly over the bulge in front of her.

"May I?" Maura asked.

Jane moved Maura's hand out of the way and drew the zipper of her pants down. She reached into the recesses of the dark navy fabric and pulled out the cock, letting it rest in her hand. She didn't look down; she kept her eyes trained on Maura, watching as Maura looked down, smiling as Maura's pupils dilated even more as a red rash crept up her neck and flushed her cheeks crimson.

"Take the rest of your clothes off," Jane instructed, holding back yet another grin as Maura made short work of dropping her skirt and stripping off her panties.

Jane pulled Maura back into a kiss, once again claiming her mouth with dominant and reckless abandon as the teased Maura's wet slit with the head of the cock, rolling it through her wetness but giving her no more contact than that superficial introduction. She broke the kiss, sitting down on the edge of the bed, her purpose very clear to Maura who dropped to her knees in front of her detective.

"You look so…" Maura's voice was breathy, "…rugged, stunning…like this," she licked her lips, eyeing the glistening sheen on the tip of the cock from where it had teased her only moments sooner.

Jane wrapped her fingers through Maura's hair and pulled her forward, Maura grabbing the shaft of the cock with one hand as she took the tip in her mouth, tasting herself, letting her tongue roll around the head. Her hand instinctively began to stroke the shaft as she took more of it in. Jane had spared no expense, it wasn't cold impersonal silicone; it felt almost life-like in her grasp. But, it wasn't really about the cock. She didn't miss it, didn't miss men. But if Jane wanted to wear this, wanted her to suck it, wanted to fuck her with it…the thought of that cock being inside her but it being Jane the one wielding it, Jane's hands rubbing all over her, Jane's nipples in her mouth….Maura moaned and closed her eyes as she felt even more wetness pool between her legs.

Maura let Jane's cock slide out of her mouth as she took a moment to strip off her lover's shoes and then reached for her belt, pausing, waiting for permission. Jane nodded and Maura unfastened it, pulling her pants completely off as she took in the sight of Jane, now naked from the waist down save for the harness holding the cock between her legs. Maura grabbed the phallus and continued her attention to it, moaning as Jane began to roll her hips, thrusting the cock gently into her mouth.

Her fingers roamed around the straps of the harness. Maura wanted to make Jane come; she wanted Jane to come with this cock in her mouth. She slipped her fingers inside the harness, watching with delight as Jane's eyes fluttered at the sensation of Maura's fingers sliding through her and finding her throbbing clit, swollen with arousal. Her ministrations to the shaft of the cock grew in intensity as her fingers worked at an almost frenzied pace on the slippery bundle of nerves hidden under leather and smooth deerskin. She knew Jane was close as her fingers curled tighter and tighter through her hair, pulling her in closer, forcing the cock farther towards the back of her throat.

"Jesus Christ," Jane panted, every muscle in her body seemed to be coiling in preparation of the final snap. She forced her eyes open, wanted to watch Maura, between her legs, sucking her cock as she came. It was, without a doubt the hottest fucking thing she'd ever seen. The orgasm shot through her, spasms radiating into her legs and abdomen as she lurched forward, feet lifting off the floor as her hips continued to pump out her release to Maura's sustained massage.

Silky locks slipped from Jane's grasp as she collapsed back on the bed, propping herself up with her elbows she watched Maura place soft kisses down her inner thighs as she continued to stroke the velvety cock, her thumb swirling over its moist tip.

"Am I forgiven, officer?" Maura asked with a sly grin.

Jane sat up and swept Maura's mussed hair from her face, "Not even close," she whispered, "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be walking through headquarters tomorrow looking like John Wayne."