The Truth Between

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Adam and I were watching Castle. This happened. So I gif’ed it.

(Feel free to use, no credit needed, just don’t repost as your own. Thanks)

So Courtney and I were chatting and I wrote her a fic, since she’s a huge Rizzles fan. And a fan of people making out against walls.

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"Kiss me," Maura hissed, looking out the corner of her eye toward her door. 

"What?!" 

"Kiss. Me." Maura turned her gaze — slightly wild gaze, oddly — to the taller woman. "There’s a new tech who can’t get it through his head that I’m not interested. Come on, Jane, just kiss me. Please?" 

Jane huffed. “Fine.” She leaned forward, eyeing her friend warily. 

Maura reached up, both hands coming to tangle in Jane’s dark curls, pulling her down into a kiss that was more passionate than either was expecting. Her eyes widened before slipping shut. 

Letting out a somewhat undignified squeak, Jane brought her hands to Maura’s hips for balance, her lips framing the other woman’s, locking together like puzzle pieces. Really soft, sweet puzzle pieces.

They hovered together like that for a long moment, before Maura’s lips parted, pulling in a breath around Jane’s mouth, and then the world switched to fast-forward. 

Maura grunted as her back hit the wall, and her fingers curled tighter in Jane’s hair, gripping and holding the other woman in place. Jane ran restless hands over Maura’s curves, tracing over hips and outer thighs as their mouths clasped together, moist and breathless, tongues beginning to seek each other out. 

One of them moaned, and the other echoed, and if Maura’s dress hadn’t been so tight, Jane was convinced the smaller woman’s thigh would be hitched over her hip. As it was, the sharp edge of a stiletto was digging into her calf, and somehow that little pain made her head spin all the more.

"Whoa, Doctor Isles!" 

The exclamation from the door drew the two women apart with a start, and Maura licked her lips (oh, how Jane suddenly wanted to do that for her) and gently pushed the darker woman away, straightening her dress. “Ah, yes, Susie, what is it?” 

The tech looked back and forth between the two for a moment, taking in the sight of her boss, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, and Detective Rizzoli looking like she wanted to melt into the floor. “I… have those test results for you.” 

"Thank you." Maura stepped forward and took the folder, smiling at the criminalist and turning back to her desk.

Once Susie had left, Jane cleared her throat. “Um… that… I wasn’t…” She stopped when Maura pinned her with a Look. 

"We’re going to do that again," the ME stated. "Soon." 

Jane’s lips twitched up into a tiny grin. “Okay,” she agreed.

Stanathan. NC-17. Based on a dream I had. Questionable characterization. (Sorry!) Also gratuitous use of parentheses in the first few paragraphs.

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Caskett. Rated G.

Inspired by PJJ’s tweet about Ep 100 being a real surprise, and AWM recently talking about Caskett marriage.

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Six small, fuzzy frames of Elizabeth Reaser appearing all naked-like from The Ex List. Now, I’m sure there were at least pasties and bikini bottoms or something, but she seriously looks naked. So I had to make a gif of it LOL

Six small, fuzzy frames of Elizabeth Reaser appearing all naked-like from The Ex List. Now, I’m sure there were at least pasties and bikini bottoms or something, but she seriously looks naked. So I had to make a gif of it LOL

They hover close to the edge, dancing around each other on the precipice of happiness. A single stumble and they would fall into each other, lost to passion. But their feet are sure, steady as they twirl together, flitting nearer and nearer, but never touching.

She watches them, reads their every move, frustration mounting as they hover, but never collide. “Ugh, fucking,” she whines, the last word, hell, falling away in the face of her agitation.

"But they’re not fucking!”

And she clicks to the next chapter, hoping this travesty will be rectified.

Stanathan. NC17. Dom/sub themes. Candle wax.

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So, Courtney and I were chatting, and we both needed to go to bed, so clearly I asked her for a fic prompt and wrote her a fic.

Her prompt was Beckett/Meredith, lime.

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Hopeless Romantic

"You’re a hopeless romantic." ~ Twilight, deleted scene