A/N: I'm in a holiday mood and I felt like writing a smutty little tale. This one is only going to be seven chapters, one for each day they're at the cabin, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. :)


Fifteen weeks, four days, and six hours had passed since Maura had moved into the same BCU dorm room as Jane and, within that timeframe, they had gone from strangers to best friends to something that neither of them were ready to define despite the amount of times they had kissed as a result of too much alcohol and petty relationship drama or ex-relationship drama now that Jane and Casey were no longer together. Maura knew the real reason behind Jane and Casey's breakup was because he was moving too quickly for her, but deep in her heart she wanted to be the reason for their breakup. The girls in the next room fawned over Casey when they saw pictures of him in his uniform and they'd ask Jane questions about what it was like to be a soldier's girlfriend, but while they were all hanging onto every detail about Jane and Casey's relationship, Maura found herself having a blasé attitude toward Jane's relationship stories. She was supposed to be her best friend, her confidante, but with every mention of Casey, Maura had to control every urge to tell Jane that their breakup was long overdue and she'd be better off with someone who loved her for who she was and not who she could be.

"I would have been Jane Jones," Jane said while sitting in the passenger seat of Maura's Prius en route to their private getaway for the next week, a cabin that Maura's parents let them use so they could celebrate the end of their first semester of freshman year. "No, I wouldn't have. I'd have kept my last name because Jane Jones sounds like the name of a '50s housewife, which is what he wanted me to be."

Those were the first words Jane had spoken throughout the entire drive and Maura was grateful to hear something that wasn't the sound of Jane rapidly typing on her laptop. She had a take-home final in the form of an eight-page essay to work on and why she waited until the last possible minute to work on it was beyond Maura. "What made you think of being Jane Jones?" Maura asked for the sake of keeping the conversation going.

"An email that he sent me," Jane responded, her eyes still fixated on her computer screen. "One of my friends from high school said that guys in the military tend to move faster in relationships than guys who aren't, but proposing to me and giving me an ultimatum, really? We never even talked about marriage and never did I tell him that I wanted to be his eighteen-year-old housewife. If someone rejects your marriage proposal because they aren't ready for marriage and you really truly loved them, you wouldn't break up with them. You'd wait for them, right?"

"Right," Maura agreed.

"You don't say marry me or it's over," Jane said as she started to type again. "Don't worry, I'm not replying to his email. I'm still trying to write this essay on the American Revolution."

"How hard can it be?" Maura quipped. "Anything is better than your midterm essay―'Christopher Columbus: Superfraud."

"I'm proud of that essay," Jane smiled at her. "Considering I wrote it while drunk."

"Obviously. You started the essay with, 'Buckle your seatbelts because I'm about to take you on the ride of your life.' I'm still surprised that your grammar and spelling were correct and you received a B on that essay."

"Professor Harris called it witty and refreshing," Jane pointed out. "Did I ever mention how glad I am that your parents bought you a Wi-Fi hotspot?" Moments later, Jane lightly slammed her hand on her keyboard. "We got to take a vote between a take-home final and an in-class final and, can you believe most of the class wanted a take-home final? Why do people think these are better? You have to type eight-pages with works cited, but an in-class final is just three hours of short answer questions and you're done. I think the people that vote for take-home finals are the ones that never did any of the assigned reading."

When they left BCU, Jane's essay was halfway completed and Maura was surprised that she was able to finish the rest of her essay and the works cited page by the end of their two-hour drive to the cabin. A year had passed since the last time Maura had visited the cabin and, because her parents weren't due to meet her there for another week, she was surprised to see how festive and welcoming the cabin looked with multi-color lights wrapped around the columns on the porch and a fully-illuminated Christmas tree visible from one of the front windows.

"This is so beautiful," Jane said when they pulled into the driveway. "When you invited me to your cabin in the woods, I imagined it'd be all creepy and desolate like a horror movie, but this place is even bigger than my house and there's neighbors."

"There's also a town center three miles away," Maura pointed out. "My parents told me they fully-stocked the fridge and the pantry, but if you want to go out for dinner or coffee sometime this week, I know the best places to go."

"Like on a date?" Jane winked at her.

Although she knew Jane was kidding, Maura felt her heart skip a beat. "I can't believe you fit all of your clothes, shoes, and accessories into one luggage bag," Maura said in an attempt at changing the subject.

"What accessories?" Jane snickered. "We're at a cabin and it's probably going to be snowing half the time. Besides, you said I didn't have to pack toiletries or anything like that because your parents already had that stuff here. The only accessories I'm going to need are the beanie and the scarf I already have on and I doubt I'm going to need more than one pair of shoes."

Jane rolled her luggage and one of Maura's into the cabin while Maura took one of her own and Jane's laptop case. Now that Jane's essay was officially submitted to her professor, Maura began to worry about how they were going to spend their week and whether or not Jane would be entertained. While on campus, they had extracurricular activities and assignments to keep them busy, but now that their semester was over and they had absolutely no distractions, Maura hoped she'd be a good hostess.

After they put down their belongings, Maura noticed a letter on the coffee table. "Your sister wanted the cabin decorated for your arrival. Call me when you read this so I know you've arrived safely.Mom."

"It's even nicer inside," Jane said as she looked around the living room. "Where should I put my stuff?"

"I can sleep in my sister's room and you can sleep in my room," Maura suggested.

"Cailin is fourteen," Jane reminded her. "Do you really think she's going to want anyone, even you, sleeping in her room?"

"It's our only option. My parents don't like my sister and me using their bedroom and there's no guest bedroom," Maura pointed out.

"We can share a room. We've been doing that since August. I bet your room here is bigger than our dorm room."

Maura bit her bottom lip. "There's only one bed."

"And?"

"And...I just thought I'd mention that," Maura said nervously. She had hoped for afternoons at the coffee shop, nights spent raiding her parents' liquor cabinet, and maybe even a few snowball fights, but sharing a bed with Jane, although it had been on her mind since she suggested their week-long getaway, was not what she expected. "It's a queen-sized bed. There's room for both of us." Maura was caught off guard when she heard her friend laugh. "What's so funny?"

"You're acting like I'm trying to have sex with you or something. You're the one who had that cute girl in your bed at the beginning of the semester. I should be worried about you trying to put the moves on me."

"She was my girlfriend, not just a cute girl," Maura clarified. "At least she was my girlfriend until she said she couldn't do a long-distance relationship."

"She's at NYU," Jane pointed out. "It's not like she's in another country. I've always said you deserve someone better than her."

Someone like you? Maura wanted to ask, but she didn't have the nerve. "I should call my mom."


As Jane took their belongings upstairs to Maura's bedroom, she began to think about how they had gotten to this point in their friendship when just three and a half months ago they were arguing over closet space. With the outrageous amount of money that BCU charged for tuition and housing, Jane expected individual closets like her friends had at other universities rather than the single closet for two students like BCU provided. Maura arrived at their dorm room first and took it upon herself to use three-fourths of the closet space. Jane (who lived a fifteen to twenty-minute drive from BCU, depending on traffic) brought significantly less clothing and shoes than Maura, but it was the principle of the situation that bothered Jane. "You didn't even know I was going to bring less clothing than you and you still took almost the entire closet," Jane argued. When Maura didn't relinquish the extra space, Jane knew they'd merely be roommates, not friends. That is, until Maura found a way to make it up to her with a bottle of Jack Daniels that she was able to smuggle in via a senior friend. It wasn't until a month later that the two of them worked up the nerve to actually drink it and they became friends while bonding over long-distance relationships and stories about their families. One shot turned into a few more and, before the end of the night, Jane had kissed Maura for the first time. It wasn't cheating as long as she was kissing a girl and not a guy―or so Jane tried reasoning with herself until she realized that, according to that logic, Maura was in fact cheating on her girlfriend by kissing her. The next morning, they agreed it was just a single kiss and it couldn't happen again and it didn't until just hours after Maura's girlfriend broke up with her.

"We're both just vulnerable right now," Jane had told Maura afterward. "You and your girlfriend just broke up and Casey and I are going through a rough patch." But she knew it was a lie. Her every fantasy was about Maura, especially when she was with Casey. As long as she closed her eyes, it was Maura touching her and it was Maura who was inside her. Casey was the one physically present, but any pleasure she felt was because of Maura.

She only cried once after Casey ended their relationship, but not for the reason everyone assumed she was crying. She wanted Maura; she wanted her in a way that transcended her feelings and her desire for Casey (if she ever had any). It was Maura that she thought about while the warm water trickled down her body in the shower, her left hand rubbing her clit softly at first and then faster and harder until she felt her orgasm throughout her entire body. It was like nothing she had experienced before and the thought of actually experiencing that with Maura consumed Jane.

She knew that two women could have a happy, fulfilling relationship with each other. It was evident by Maura's parents―two women who had met in college in the mid-'80s and had stayed together since then despite the fact that their parents' disapproved of their relationship. Maura was the first and only girl Jane had been attracted to, but it wasn't a same-sex attraction that was the reason Jane had cried―it was an attraction to the best friend she had ever had.

This is going to be a long week, Jane thought as she looked at the bed they'd be sharing. Control yourself.