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Jane was just walking out of the precinct when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She couldn't stop the silly smile that pulled at her lips when she saw that it was a text message from her best friend: Are you still at work? Have you eaten? I have left over take-out. I can bring it up there or you can come over.
Jane replied instantly: Just leaving headquarters. Be there in ten.
"Maura?!" Jane called out as she let herself into her best friend's house.
"In the kitchen," Maura called back.
"Hey," Jane said as she walked into the kitchen. "Why do you have a four-course dinner?" she asked, eyeing the boxes of take-out that Maura had spread across the counter.
"Giovanni likes plain spaghetti," Maura pouted.
Jane snickered. "So, date went well?" she teased. "Did he notice anything other than your cleavage?" She used the opportunity to scan Maura up and down. She was wearing what looked like a red wrap blouse with a purple skirt. She had paired the outfit with a black belt and matching black heels.
Maura glanced down with a frown. "I just wanted to sleep with him," Maura whined. "But then he started talking. Jane, he wanted to lick my face!"
Jane made a face of disgust.
"He thinks we're soulmates," Maura added with a groan.
Jane snorted. "You don't even believe in soulmates," she said.
"Not the point," Maura said.
"I told you not to," Jane countered, laughing.
"I know, but I just…he has a spectacular torso."
"Is that your awkward way of saying he's hot?"
"Yes," Maura admitted. "I just wanted fantastic sex."
Jane rolled her eyes. "Then, why did you even bother with dinner?" she said, gesturing to the food in front of them.
Maura's lip jutted out adorably. "It's customary," she defended. "I thought inviting him here for take-out would hasten the process."
"Next time just go straight to the sex or no, better yet, next time just listen to me when I say 'don't,'" Jane quipped.
Maura let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine, you're right," she admitted. "Anyway, let's not let this food go to waste."
"I can help with that."
Their conversations drifted from the case to family gossip to their weekend plans as they shared dinner. Eventually, they made their way to the couch, and Jane flipped through channels while Maura went to freshen up in the bathroom.
Jane flipped past another stupid dating show just as Maura sat down next to her.
"I'm considering trying online dating," Maura said, causing Jane to turn to look at her skeptically.
"That seems like a terrible idea," Jane replied with more than a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Well, clearly meeting people the traditional way isn't working for me," Maura said. "It's been weeks since I've had sex with another person."
Jane would never admit to the thoughts that flew through her head at the implication of Maura adding 'with another person' to her statement. In an attempt to bypass what could turn into an awkward conversation about masturbation knowing Maura, Jane focused on the original statement. "Okay, but what if you end up going out with an ass?"
"As long as he's not a face-licker…" Maura joked, but her joke fell flat as Jane's annoyance seemed to skyrocket out of nowhere.
"Maura, why…just why? Why do you always pick the worst guys? Like, really? Giovanni? I even warned you! Can't you just…" Jane trailed off, but before Maura could answer, Jane continued.
"I…I don't want to keep doing this!" Jane said more loudly than she intended. "I hate hearing how all these douchebags treat you when I know…" Jane trailed off, suddenly losing confidence.
"When you know what?" Maura asked quietly, not daring to look directly at Jane.
"When I know I would treat you so much better," Jane admitted, blushing hard.
Maura only hesitated for half a second before she pushed herself out of the corner of the couch and towards Jane. She captured Jane's lips in a passionate kiss, making sure the kiss said, 'I agree.'
Jane's body reacted before her brain could process what was happening. She returned the kiss with as much passion as Maura was giving. And when her brain finally started to work again, her thoughts came in short, broken thoughts. Warm. Soft. Wet. Hot. Love. I love this. I love kissing Maura. I love Maura.
Maura tasted like the cherry chapstick she always stole from Jane, and the knowledge that Maura had used her chapstick sent a shot of arousal through Jane. She never wanted this kiss to end, but she also couldn't wait to kiss Maura again and again and again.
Finally certain that Jane wasn't going to push her away, Maura brought her hands up and threaded them into Jane's hair. She pulled Jane deeper into the kiss, slipping her tongue between parted lips as Jane gasped in response. Kissing Jane was even better than Maura had ever imagined – and she had imagined it a lot. Still, she wasn't expecting Jane's next action.
Jane wrapped her arms around Maura's waist and pulled Maura into her lap. Her heart skipped a beat when Maura's legs automatically parted as she straddled Jane, causing her skirt to ride up and bunch around her upper thighs. Her chest pressed against Maura's, and even though Maura would say it was impossible, Jane would swear that their heartbeats instantly synchronized.
Maura's stomach fluttered in her abdomen. How she could have ever considered sleeping with Giovanni when this was an option was beyond her. She may not have known it was an option, but she was incredibly grateful that she didn't risk it.
Maura broke the kiss, already breathing heavily. She paused, her eyes slipping closed, and rested her forehead against Jane's. Every nerve ending in her body was on high alert. This felt so fucking good. She wanted to make it last.
But Jane's patience was waning. She moved her kisses across Maura's beautiful face. She kissed her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her closed eyelids, her single dimple…every inch of her flawless skin. Maura let out a shaky breath, tickling Jane's cheek, just before Jane captured her mouth in another breathtaking kiss.
Jane tugged at Maura's top, trying to untuck it from her skirt without ending their kiss.
"Jane, Jane," Maura panted, reluctantly breaking the kiss. "It's a dress."
"Oh," Jane said stupidly. She would have blushed if she hadn't already been so flushed with arousal. She resumed kissing Maura while her hands sought out the zipper. As soon as she found it, she wasted no time sliding it down. She moaned into the kiss as her hands splayed across the warm skin of Maura's lower back.
Maura moaned loudly as Jane's hands met sensitive skin. The simple touch was enough to send lightning bolts of pleasure through her entire body. When Jane's hands started to roam, a shiver ran down Maura's spine.
"Oh my god," Maura breathed into the kiss, her hands tightening their grip on Jane's curls.
"You feel so good," Jane mumbled in between kisses. She sucked gently on Maura's bottom lip, enjoying the way Maura pushed her body impossibly closer to Jane's in response.
"So…mmph…so do you," Maura muttered distractedly. She couldn't get enough. She couldn't get enough of Jane's kisses. She couldn't get enough of her body touching Jane's. She couldn't get enough of Jane's hair in her hands. She couldn't get enough of Jane.
Maura cupped the back of Jane's head with her left hand, keeping her close, while her right hand brushed Jane's curls away from her face. "I've wanted this for so long," she admitted. Her fingers were getting tangled in Jane's hair at this point, and she knew it must be even messier than it usually was, but she couldn't care less.
Jane mirrored Maura's action, bringing her hand up to push Maura's hair away from her face so that they could make eye contact. "I love you," she whispered, staring directly into Maura's eyes.
Maura blinked back tears at Jane's admission. She placed a soft kiss on the tip of Jane's nose before meeting her eyes again. "I love you, too. So, so much," she admitted thickly.
Not wanting Maura to see the tears in her own eyes, Jane pulled Maura back into another bruising kiss. They fit together perfectly. Jane couldn't believe that she was currently sitting with her best friend – the woman she was secretly in love with for nearly a year – in her lap. She pulled Maura closer, sliding her hands further under the top of Maura's dress.
Their movements were frantic, driven by passion, lust, and desire. Jane rubbed her hands up and down the soft skin of Maura's back a few times before letting them move up to her shoulders. She slowly slid Maura's top down her arms, giving Maura time to stop her, but Maura had no desire to stop what was happening. She removed her hands from Jane only long enough to let Jane pull her sleeves over her hands before she once again buried them in Jane's hair.
Realizing that she hadn't really returned Jane's touches, Maura let her hands fall to Jane's shoulders. She slid them down Jane's back, slipping them under her slightly wrinkled, white Oxford button-up. Her manicured nails tickled Jane's skin, causing her to shudder underneath Maura.
Jane trailed her hands up Maura's sides, loving the goosebumps that followed in their wake, until she could cup Maura's bra-covered breasts.
Maura's hips started to move without her permission as Jane gently massaged her breasts. She could already feel her hardened nipples straining against the silk lace. Jane's fingers were long, allowing her to grasp more of Maura's firm cleavage than most. With each squeeze, the movement of Maura's hips sped up. She ground against Jane in an attempt to provide relief to her aching center. When Jane's thumbs brushed across Maura's sensitive nipples, Maura pushed her hips hard against Jane's pelvis, pulling Jane from her haze.
"Mm, Maur…umph…" Jane gasped in between kisses in an attempt to get Maura's attention. "Maur," she repeated a little louder.
Maura pulled back, her shallow, fast breaths mixing with Jane's as she tried to calm her senses.
"Maura," Jane said again, bringing her hand around to cup Maura's cheek.
"Jane," Maura said breathlessly, her eyes slipping closed.
Jane kissed Maura's cheek before speaking. "Do you want…what do you want to do?" she asked.
"What?" Maura asked, still struggling to focus on the conversation.
"I don't want just sex," Jane said quietly, a rare vulnerability evident in her tone. "I want everything with you. If you're not sure, or if you're not ready yet, we can wait. I'll wait for your forever Maura Isles."
"This isn't just sex," Maura said, finally returning Jane's gaze. "You are everything I've wanted for a long time. I've only been looking for uncomplicated sex recently because I already had everything else with you, and I wasn't willing to give that to someone else. I didn't know I could have both with you."
"You can have anything you want with me," Jane said.
Maura kissed Jane again, trying to pour every ounce of love into the kiss that she could. "Let's go upstairs," she mumbled against Jane's lips. "I want to feel you – all of you. We're already waited way too long."
Instead of responding verbally, Jane stood up, taking Maura with her. Maura yelped in surprise as her legs wrapped around Jane's waist and her arms circled Jane's neck to hold herself up. Maura knew that Jane was strong, but the ease with which Jane had stood from the couch while holding her turned Maura on even more.
But Maura wasn't willing to stop kissing Jane long enough to let her look where they were going. Jane's hold on her didn't faulter even when she felt Jane bump into the armchair, and each step that Jane took drove Maura higher and higher. She marveled internally at how much she trusted Jane both with her physical being and with her heart. She felt safe with Jane in a way that she had never felt before.
They didn't make it to the bedroom though. Despite still being wrapped up in each other, the length of time it took to walk across the room felt like too much time apart – or more accurately, too much time spent focusing on anything other than each other.
Jane paused in the entryway, setting Maura down on the small table along the wall. Maura used her legs to pull Jane closer to her. Their kisses were loud, wet, and sloppy, but it didn't matter. They were by far the best kisses either woman had ever had. Maura had forgotten how much better it was to kiss someone she had an emotional connection with.
Jane's hands slid up Maura's thighs as she leaned her body into Maura's. When Jane's chest brushed against Maura's, Maura could no longer maintain their kiss. Her head fell back against the wall, exposing more of her neck to Jane. Jane took advantage of the new position, kissing across Maura's jawline. She lavished attention on Maura's neck, making sure to kiss every part of it, cataloguing Maura's responses – the way she shuddered when Jane nipped at the place where her neck met her shoulder, the way her hips bucked when Jane gently sucked on her pulse point.
All the while, Jane's hands continued to roam up and down Maura's thighs, pushing her dress further and further up her legs. Maura shifted, pulling the skirt of the dress up more so that her dress was fully bunched around her waist. She didn't care if it got wrinkled. At this point, she didn't even care if it got ruined. Pausing to take it off completely would force her to separate from Jane, and she wasn't willing to do that for even a few seconds. However, the movement made it evident just how aroused she was. She wasn't sure if she had ever been this wet in her life – definitely not this wet and still clothed.
Jane's thumbs tickled the sensitive skin of Maura's inner thighs. When her thumb lightly slid across Maura's cloth-covered center, Maura's entire body jerked so hard that she probably would have fallen off the table if Jane hadn't been holding her in place.
Jane's thumb brushed across her again, and even though Jane was barely touching her clit, Maura knew she wasn't going to last much longer.
"Jane, Jane, wait," Maura whimpered.
Jane stopped instantly and tried to step back, but Maura held her in place.
"What's wrong?" Jane asked. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, no, I don't want to stop. It's just…I'm not gonna last," Maura whined, letting her legs fall from around Jane's waist. "I'm so close. If you keep touching me, I won't make it to the bedroom."
"Mmm," Jane hummed, a smirk playing at her lips. "I guess I'll just have to make you come again upstairs. Again and again and again," she added before pressing her finger hard against Maura's clit.
Jane's words combined with her touch sent Maura flying over the edge. She cried out as her body arched off the table, pressing against Jane. Her legs once again encircled Jane's waist, her strong thighs holding the other woman close. Warmth flooded Maura's system as hormones rushed through her body. Every muscle in her body contracted and spasmed as Jane continued circling her clit with her thumb. Moisture pooled at her center, further drenching her already ruined panties.
Jane held Maura close as she came down from her high. Maura's head lolled to the side, and Jane placed soft kisses on Maura's cheek and neck.
"Oh my god, Jane," Maura whispered huskily with a lazy smile on her face, lifting her head to look at Jane.
Jane gave Maura a chaste kiss on the lips, pulling back before Maura could deepen it. Maura reached out and started unbuttoning Jane's shirt.
"Don't you want to go upstairs?" Jane asked, but she didn't move away.
"Yes, I just…I need…this first," she said as she pushed Jane's shirt off her shoulders, pulled her tank top off, and splayed her hands on the newly exposed skin of Jane's stomach. Jane sighed loudly at the feeling of Maura's hands on her body.
"Up…upstairs…now," Jane husked.
Maura giggled and hopped off the table, forcing Jane to take a step back. She let her dress fall to her feet, stepped out of it, and picked it up. She draped it over her arm before pushing herself up onto her tiptoes so that she could give Jane another soft kiss.
Jane didn't even bother picking up her own clothes as she followed Maura upstairs. They stopped every few steps for another kiss until they tumbled together through Maura's bedroom door. Maura hooked her fingers into Jane's beltloops and pulled the other woman towards her. Maura moaned into Jane's mouth as their kisses started to heat up again. Her hands fumbled with Jane's belt buckle until she could push Jane's pants down her long legs.
Jane jumped slightly when Maura's hands cupped her ass, squeezing gently. She was vaguely aware that maybe this should be awkward, but the truth was, it wasn't. Everything about taking this next step with Maura felt right.
Maura stepped back. "I'm going to unmake the bed," she said softly, not taking her eyes off of Jane.
Jane nodded and used the opportunity to fully remove her pants and socks, tossing them on the chair in the corner of Maura's room. She watched as Maura kneeled on her side of the bed, still in her bra and panties. Jane joined her and they met in the middle. One of Maura's hands went to Jane's hair while the other rested on the small of her back, pulling her closer. Jane wrapped both of her arms around Maura's body, her hands roaming over every inch of skin they could reach.
Jane was so lost in Maura that she didn't even notice that they had laid down together until they were horizontal and wrapped up in each other. Jane tried to roll them so that she was on top, but Maura stopped her.
"My turn," Maura whispered before kissing each of Jane's dimples. She shifted them so that she was lying along the length of Jane's body. "Can I take your bra off?"
"Yeah, and my underwear," Jane replied, her eyes already closed.
Maura smiled as she reached around Jane's back to unclasp her bra. As she threw the bra haphazardly off the side of the bed, Maura's eyes locked on Jane's breasts. She had wanted this for so long that she wasn't sure what she wanted to do first.
"Maura…" Jane half questioned, half demanded.
Maura leaned forward, kissing each of Jane's nipples, enjoying the way they puckered instantly at her touch. Jane let out a low, throaty moan when Maura's lips wrapped around her left nipple, sucking gently. It didn't take long before Jane was squirming beneath her. Maura's mouth was magic on her chest. Jane was loving it, but Maura was simultaneously driving her insane.
"Maura," Jane whined, drawing a chuckle from her lover. Maura's laughter vibrated against Jane's chest, sending a flood of warmth to her center. "Maura," she groaned again.
Maura released Jane's breast with a pop before pushing herself onto her knees. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Jane's underwear. She kept her eyes locked on Jane's as she slowly slid them down Jane's legs. Jane shivered slightly as the cool, air-conditioned air hit her wet, hot center.
Maura quickly divested herself of her remaining clothes before climbing over Jane once again. Their moans mixed together, filling the room as their naked bodies melted together for the first time. Despite the fact that Jane had made her come earlier tonight, this moment actually felt like the most significant one in the shift in their relationship.
They kissed slowly for a few minutes, reveling in the feeling of their bodies moving together. Maura stroked Jane's side before caressing her hip and eventually moving her hand between Jane's legs. Jane's legs spread in anticipation of Maura's touch, her hips rising to meet Maura's hand.
When Maura's fingers finally made contact with her clit, Jane had to rip her mouth away from their kiss. Her head pressed back into the pillow, her arms held Maura close by her shoulders, and her hips continued to move against Maura's fingers.
Maura watched the pleasure play out on Jane's face, quickly memorizing where Jane liked to be touched the most. "Jane, is there anything you don't want?" she asked.
Jane shook her head without opening her eyes. "N-no," she stuttered.
"Can I…" Maura started to ask as she aligned her fingers with Jane's opening.
"Yes, please yes!" Jane groaned impatiently.
Maura smiled and kissed Jane's neck as she thrust two fingers into Jane. She loved how wet and ready Jane was for her. She could tell that Jane was already close, her inner walls fluttering against Maura's fingers. Maura curled her fingers on their way out at the same time that she pressed her thumb against Jane's clit.
"Fuck," Jane cursed as her orgasm crashed into her. It was the only sound that came from her mouth as she was consumed by a level of pleasure she had never experienced before. Just as she was sure that she couldn't handle any more, her body collapsed against the bed. She used her last ounce of energy to pull Maura back to her and into another kiss.
Maura could barely return the kiss due to the smile spread across her face. She was happier than she had ever been. She had expected their first time to at least have some awkwardness, but this couldn't have gone better.
"I love you," Maura whispered as she kissed the shell of Jane's ear, letting the other woman recover.
"I love you, too," Jane replied, turning her head to meet Maura's lips. "Don't get too comfortable," she added as Maura started to settle against her. "I promised you I'd make you come again."
"Jane…" Maura tried to protest, but it sounded weak even to her ears. Her body clearly had other ideas as she leaned away from Jane slightly in order to open herself up more to her lover.
Jane laughed lightly as she moved on top of Maura. "I want to taste you," she mumbled against Maura's collarbone as she kissed the protruding bone.
"God, yes," Maura hissed, lifting her hips to press against Jane's.
"Patience, my love," Jane said with a smirk.
"Ermph," Maura protested slightly, but she couldn't deny that she loved what Jane was doing to her now. Her breasts were so sensitive, and within minutes, Jane had her withering underneath her touch as she kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped at Maura's chest.
Maura tied to control herself but after a while, her hands pushed against Jane's shoulders, urging her to move lower. Jane chuckled as she kissed down Maura's flat stomach and across her hips. She loved the way Maura squirmed, trying to get her center closer to Jane's mouth.
By the time she reached Maura's center, Jane was salivating. She wasted no time as she ran her tongue along the full length of Maura's slit, instantly in love with the sweet, salty taste of her love.
"Shit," Maura cried out, opening her legs more to give Jane better access. Her left hand bunched in the bedsheets while her right flew to hold Jane's head in place. Her hips moved as though they had a mind of their own, and Jane had to drape her arm across Maura's hips to hold her in place.
Jane explored every sensitive fold, lavishing Maura's center with as much attention as she could. A series of unintelligible noises and sounds flowed from Maura's lips as Jane worked her up.
"Close…so close…" Maura groaned, her hips straining against Jane's hold. When Jane used her free hand to tease Maura's opening while her mouth focused its attention on her clit, Maura whined, "Please, Jane. Please."
And Jane complied instantly, thrusting two fingers into Maura as she sucked hard on her clit.
Maura's fingers tightened their grip on Jane's hair as her other hand moved from the sheets to intertwine her fingers with Jane's. She was quickly losing control of her body as Jane hit every nerve she didn't even know she had. She was way past caring about what Jane might think of her as she chased her release. Her body was wound so tightly that she was sure she was going to break into a million pieces.
And then she did. Lights exploded behind her eyelids, pleasure consumed her entire being, and she lost all sense of herself. Her climax seemed to last forever and yet not long enough. She somehow remembered every second but had no idea how she found herself wrapping in Jane's embrace.
Maura didn't know how long they laid together in silence, completely intertwined, when Jane spoke again. "I wanna do that every day for the rest of my life," she quipped.
"God, yes," Maura mumbled, snuggling deeper into Jane's arms.
"Get some sleep, love," Jane said, kissing the top of Maura's head. "Before we do that again…and again...and again."
Maura didn't even have the energy to laugh, instead whispering, "I love you," as she drifted off to sleep.
"I love you, too, Maur," Jane replied, knowing that Maura was already asleep. She awkwardly pulled the sheet and blanket over them without letting go of Maura before she followed Maura to sleep. "I love you so much," she said again. And she couldn't to say it again and again for the rest of her life.