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After what had been maybe the longest day that either of them had experienced in quite a while, with both Jane and Maura testifying in a long awaited and highly publicised case, they were both so utterly exhausted.
When they were finally set free into the night, Maura had suggested they go out for dinner, but Jane had won with sad puppy dog eyes, takeout and beer at her apartment.
Three pieces of pizza and two beers in, Jane lets out a moan, somewhere between sheer exhaustion and pleasure, and leans back on the sofa, tucking her feet beneath her and laying her head in Maura’s lap.
She lets out a sigh and before she can take another breath, Maura’s fingers are in her hair, softly playing with the strands and gently tracing a finger down Jane’s temple, to her cheek, and back again.
“Long day,” Maura says softly.
“Hmmm,” Jane agrees.
She closes her eyes, the simple movement of Maura’s fingers lulling her into a state of contentment and bliss.
“Oh fuck me.” She says under her breath.
“If only you’d let me.” Maura’s words are barely more than a whisper, and Jane opens her eyes, looking up at her friend.
“Pardon?”
But she doesn't say anything else, just keeps looking down at Jane. Her hands continue moving in Jane's hair, gently tracing her face, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin. Jane’s eyes close again. Maybe she’d imagined the words. She was exhausted and probably a little tipsy, after all.
After almost falling asleep on the couch, Jane suggests that Maura stay over. A completely normal thing for them to do, Jane thinks.
Not for the first time, they end up sharing Jane’s bed.
Jane changes quickly in the bathroom, brushing her teeth and cleaning her face with the facewash that Maura had recommended to her.
When she returns to the bedroom, Maura has put on an old t-shirt of Jane’s, and Jane tries not to look at Maura’s bare legs and the way the t-shirt clings to her curves as she climbs into her bed.
They’re each on their own sides, Jane feeling the tiniest bit awkward as she slips into bed beside her friend, keeping her distance.
“Night,” she says as she reaches over and turns the lamp off.
“Good night, Jane.”
The next morning, for the first time, they wake up spooning.
Jane the big spoon, her head nestled into Maura’s neck, one arm draped around her waist. Maura is pressed so closely into Jane that she can feel every move the other woman makes, every breath she takes.
And so Jane can tell the moment Maura wakes, her even breaths quickening a little, but settling back down soon after.
She tries not to move, tries not to break this closeness that has settled between them.
Maura’s hand starts making little movements across Jane’s arm, tracing back and forth with such gentleness that Jane can hardly take it. Her bare skin warms under Maura’s touch. She’s not sure how long they stay like this, just light touches that could be denied or shrugged off in the full light of day.
But Jane’s hand moves seemingly of its own volition, trailing slowly down Maura’s waist, landing just above her waistband, fingers gentle and light and causing Maura’s breath to catch. She arches into Jane a little more, her body feeling so damn good against Jane’s.
Jane finally breaks the silence between them. “Okay?”
She can feel Maura nod against her, her smooth hair moving along Jane’s cheek. “Mmhmm.”
She takes a deep breath, as if to make sure this was really happening, not just something straight out of a fantasy, and she can smell Maura’s very specific scent, her shampoo, and the remnants of yesterday’s fancy perfume that Jane would never admit to loving the smell of.
Jane’s fingers move down Maura’s skin, past the band of her silky panties, trailing goosebumps onto even softer skin.
Maura’s sharp intake of breath makes Jane pause.
“Is this okay?” she asks again.
“Yes, Jane. Please.” Maura practically whimpers, turning her head to face Jane, pushing her ass back into Jane’s hips, grinding ever so slightly.
Their eyes lock and Jane isn't sure that she hasn't seen Maura look at her like this a hundred times before. Something flutters in her chest and she pushes the feeling down.
Jane’s fingers continue their exploration, moving slowly, savouring every millimetre of soft skin and the sounds that she is eliciting from her friend.
Jane finds Maura’s clit and circles it the way she herself likes. And somehow it doesn’t feel weird, like she thought it would.
And yes, she has thought of doing this before; in the dark of her bedroom with the door locked and the covers up high around her neck; in the heavy haze of lust after talking with her for hours; after a long day of watching Maura work; after Maura makes her go to some sort of ridiculous new meditation class; after running next to her in one of her cute little matching exercise sets for miles around town.
It feels natural somehow, almost like she’s touching herself, like Maura’s a part of her somehow.
It feels like maybe she should have started doing this a long time ago.
And so she lets herself explore Maura’s body the way she has dreamed of for years, but never really let herself admit to. Jane’s hand moves to Maura’s entrance, circling with a little pressure and finally pushing a single finger inside, deftly finding just the right spot. Maura’s sweet whimpers are turning into moans, and Maura’s hands are on Jane too. One has moved into Jane’s hair, pulling her face down to her own. Not kissing her, just letting their breaths mingle, her ragged exhale becoming Jane’s inhale. Maura’s other hand is now over Jane’s, pressing her deeper and harder and more precise, pulling herself closer.
Jane notices how wet she's getting, impossibly close herself, with just Maura’s ass creating the tiniest bit of friction and the feeling of Maura on her, clenching around her finger.
Maura finally closes that final inch, turning her face up and bringing her lips to Jane’s for a single, quick second, and it’s the single hottest moment of Jane’s life. Maura’s lips are as soft as Jane had ever imagined, her breathy moans filling Jane’s mouth.
“God, Jane,” Maura gasps into her, “I’m so close.”
Jane can't find any words to say, so she just moves her hand slightly, adding another finger, causing the most delicious sound to come out of Maura’s mouth. She brings her free hand up to cup Maura’s breast, toying with her nipple over the thin material of Jane’s borrowed t-shirt. Maura comes apart, her hand reaching up again to tangle in Jane’s hair, pulling her closer and kissing her deeply. Jane opens up to her, their tongues tangling around Maura’s moans. She shudders around Jane’s hand, her body eventually going limp and melting into Jane’s.
She turns completely to face Jane then, and her hands find Jane’s face, pulling her closer and kissing her and kissing her and kissing her.
Jane’s own climax is so close to the surface, just from kissing Maura, from touching her, she’s convinced one glance will send her over the edge.
“Jane?” Maura pulls away and looks at her, eyebrows drawn together.
“Hmmm?” Jane practically pants, chasing Maura's mouth with her own.
“Can I touch you?”
And she looks so sweet in this moment that Jane would do just about anything for her.
“Maura, you can do whatever you want.” Her voice is husky and a little shaky, her breaths coming out a little ragged from the kissing, or maybe just from her own arousal.
“Can I go down on you?”
Jane was hardly ever lost for words, but right now, she can barely manage a nod.
Maura grins at her, kisses her quickly on the mouth and then lays tiny little kisses down Jane’s body, stopping only when she reaches her thighs, laying an open mouthed kiss on Jane’s inner thigh, which makes Jane gasp. They’ll later discover it would leave a mark, not that Jane can bring herself to give a single fuck about that.
She quickly pulls Jane’s boxer shorts and underwear down and off and throws them somewhere over her shoulder across the room.
Maura’s breath tickles Jane, but before she can even let out a laugh, Maura’s mouth is on her and all thoughts have vacated Jane’s brain.
Gentle at first, tiny licks and kisses on and around her clit, sending Jane’s heart rate skyrocketing and her breathing near frantic. The kisses turn into something else, something more, and Jane can feel Maura’s fingers on her too, and her hips buck so wildly that Maura’s other hand comes up to her belly to hold Jane’s body down on the bed.
No one had ever wanted to do this for her before, had never offered, and certainly had never made her feel like this so quickly and so expertly.
“Have you done this before? Because it feels like you’ve done this before. Oh god, Maura, that feels so-” she cuts herself off, shoving a hand over her mouth. “-good, god!”
She bites down on her finger, trying to stave off the orgasm that was now so damned close. She's feeling overwhelmed, in the very best way, as Maura moves her tongue over her and her teeth, oh man, she was doing some ungodly things with her teeth.
Maura pauses, looks up at her. “Do you really want to talk about this right now?”
Jane shakes her head, hard. “No, no. There are far more interesting things we could be doing.” She tries not to squirm under Maura’s scrutiny, tries not to move her hips back up to Maura, but she does squirm a little, making Maura laugh.
“Okay.” She says quietly, her smile remaining. Then with one more look at Jane, her smile drops, her eyes molten, and she says, “Keep watching me.”
Jane sucks in a breath as Maura kisses her again, maintaining eye contact the whole time and no, this is it.
This is the hottest moment of her life.
Jane tries to keep her eyes on Maura, tries to keep her cool, but she’s too damned close and soon, with Maura’s mouth on her and her own hand on top of Maura’s on her belly, she comes harder than she ever has. Maura strokes her through it, and her breathing eventually slows and her body relaxes enough for her to pull on Maura’s hand.
Maura climbs back up Jane’s body, placing light kisses along her torso, up her body until she’s on top of her, their bodies lining up perfectly. She kisses her deeply, and Jane can taste herself on Maura’s lips.
“Well that was unexpected.” Jane laughs.
“I would have to disagree.”
She shakes her head, “I think it’s been a long time coming, but I still didn’t expect it to ever actually happen.”
“I’ve always kind of hoped it would happen.” Maura says with a slightly smug look on her face, curling her body around Jane’s, fitting herself into the crook of Jane’s arm.
“Not in my wildest dreams.” She pauses. “Well, maybe in a few of them.”
Maura laughs, snuggles in closer to Jane. “Just how many of your sex dreams have I starred in, Detective?”
And if Jane was any less happy in this very moment, she might have the energy to lie, but she doesn’t. “Almost all of them.”
Maura can’t wipe the smug look off of her face, grinning into another kiss. “You’ve been in quite a few of mine too, and I wouldn't lie about that.”
Jane pulls away a little, staring into the other woman’s eyes. “Oh, I’m so glad it wasn’t just me.”
“Of course it wasn’t just you.” Maura shakes her head. “I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t picturing you in my bed, hoping against hope that you would feel the same about me as I do about you.”
Jane grabs ahold of this and doesn’t let it go. “And how is that?”
“Jane, I love you. I thought that was obvious.”
“I know you love me, but-”
Maura reaches up, takes her face in her hands and kisses her, breathless.
She pulls away and shakes her head. “No ‘but’.”
Maura kisses her again. Jane grips Maura’s hips, drawing her closer. Maura pulls away from the kiss, their breathing ragged, and the look in her eyes hits Jane hard.
“But how do you feel?” Maura asks.
The hope in her voice makes Jane’s heart leap.
“If I didn’t make it obvious enough, I love you too." She takes Maura's hand in her own, entwining their fingers. "I want you, and I want this.”
“Oh thank god.” Maura breathes out, making Jane laugh.
Maura leans back into her, kissing Jane so hard it almost knocks the breath out of her.
"I guess I could get used to this," Jane says when they draw apart. She curls herself around Maura, draping an arm back over her waist, and Maura scooches herself closer, little spoon again.