"Mother, I just don't understand why it I have to wear this god awful dress! I hate it very much!"
"Jane! You're behaving like a child though you're anything but. You very well know why you have to wear that dress. As a lady of society, it is required of you to always look your very best. Now will you please just be patient and sit here while I go run an errand?"
"We're on a boat in the middle of the ocean mother. What errand could you possibly need to go run?"
"Stop asking questions young lady and just sit!"
Jane rolled her eyes and made a face at her mother as the older woman exited the room. They were on a trans-Atlantic voyage to Ireland though the reason behind that still evaded Jane. All she knew was that they were leaving America and with it her friends behind and she hated every second of it.
"Je m'excuse mademoiselle, est-ce que vous désirez… I'm sorry, my apologies. The lady in the other cabin only speaks French. Is there anything else I may get for you miss?"
"No, thank you, I'm quite alri—" Jane looked up and was frozen by the enchanting hazel eyes looking back at her questioningly. "You're not Isabel…"
"No miss, Isabel was given other duties. My name is Maura and I'll be at your service the rest of the voyage."
"Do all the workers on this ship speak French, or is it just you?" Jane asked.
Maura blushed slightly and lowered her face. "There are very few people on the staff who speak anything other than English to my knowledge."
"Is that why they moved you over here?"
"Yes, miss."
"Jane, my name is Jane."
"Yes, miss Jane."
Jane chuckled. "No, just Jane will do fine. You don't have to call me 'miss' every time."
"Alright, Jane." Maura stated, her voice low.
"You don't have to be afraid you know; I don't bite."
"It's just, we're not allowed to speak to our patrons that way…"
"Well we'll just have to keep that between us, won't we Maura?"
"Yes, Jane."
"So tell me, is there anything else you can say in French?"
"I'm fluent in French, English, Italian, and German."
"How can you be fluent in four different languages and still have a job such as this?"
"It's a long story."
"I'd like it if you could share that with me sometime… so tell me something in French."
"In French? Tu es très belle. Tes yeux sont merveilleux."
"What does that mean?" Jane asked.
Maura blushed once again. "It means… 'you are beautiful and you have marvelous eyes.'"
Jane smiled. "Thank you. Though I think that would apply to you as well."
"I am a mere servant miss…"
Jane began closing the gap between the two. "Jane. My name is Jane."
"Jane. I am a servant. A nobody."
"You are anything but a nobody Maura, at least to me you are."
Jane had left only a half a foot's distance between them. "Maura, look at me." Maura refused to make eye contact, too embarrassed to do so. "Maura, LOOK at me." Given no choice, Maura slowly raised her head and stared into burning brown eyes. "Je pense que tu es très belle aussi," Jane said, bridging the gap between the two and bringing her mouth to Maura's, kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Seriously? That's what one of your fantasies is?" Jane asked Maura, surprised at her wife's words.
"Don't question it, Jane. These pregnancy hormones are making me so unhinged and sexually aroused…"
"Horny, Maura, you can say it."
"Alright, I'm horny. It's like I can't get enough of you." Maura replied.
"Well sweetheart, that can easily be fixed," replied Jane. "3 months in, I want my wonderful wife to be comfortable and perfectly at ease with this pregnancy, and I'm willing to do whatever it is to have you be alright."
"Even role-play with me?"
"Yes, darling, even role-play with you. If you'd like you can even teach me some of those phrases you mentioned. I know I love it when you speak to me in French; it's so very sexy and hot."
"I don't know if I'd be capable of holding back if you were to speak to me in a different language Jane. I think that's one of the reasons this fantasy works for me so well…"
"Well…" Jane wrapped her arms around Maura and pulled to bring her closer. "We will just have to find out," One more little tug had Maura resting atop Jane's lean body. "won't we, amore?" Jane brought her wife's face to hers and began planting kisses on her while caressing the rest of her body. "I am to please," she said, grateful that she got to enjoy one of Maura's pregnancy-caused urges so much.
So if you got this far, I'll let you know this is a continuation of "This is what love feels like". Thanks to JustMindingMyBusiness for the series of one-shots idea. I think that's the way this story will progress. I'd love to know what you think!