This story just came to me today and I wanted to share it. Only a three chapter one shot. But I wanted to post this while I'm in the process of finishing my other story "I Wanna Try Something New" But again sorry for the wait. Please enjoy this little short story. Thank you.
Characters are not mine they belong to Ms. Tess and Ms. Janet. I'm just having fun, so R&R please! If you think I should make it more than a one shot let me know. Enjoy.
It had been two weeks since Maura and Jane told each other of their more than platonic feelings for each other. Two agonizing weeks of doing nothing but remaining best friends, fourteen days of avoiding the subject of a romantic relationship. Jane nor Maura said a word after that Friday night.
Their movie night started out like any other movie night, wine, beer, take out, and of course a movie. Tonight was Maura's turn to pick. She chose a documentary on Australia's Deadliest Box Jellyfish. Routine was Jane would complain, Maura would give reasons why it was important and how it would stimulate the mind, and after ten minutes of debating Jane would undoubtedly give in.
An hour into the movie, Jane was asleep, curled up, head in her best friend's lap lightly snoring, when her hand unconsciously crept up just below the apex of Maura's thigh. At first it was just slow circles that Maura didn't pay too much attention too even though the heat from Janes palm and the scar in the middle began to feel incredibly good, thus beginning to turn Maura on. She couldn't help the way her body reacted to Jane's, it was simply a result of chemistry, neurotransmitters, hormones, butterflies let loose in her stomach. Something she couldn't control. Maura was aroused.
Her aroused state soon became too much to sit still. She squirmed and writhed in her seat, slightly waking Jane in the process. Groaning and stalling her hand just below the seem at Maura's sex, she groused, "Stop moving, Maur. I'm comfortable." And she did just that, well at least she tried. She lasted all of 12 minutes and 39 seconds according to the clock on the wall. Documentary forgotten, she slowly leaned over the sleeping detective and grabbed the remote, muting the tv, and began to make an attempt at an exit to her room. She slowly lifted Jane's head up off her lap when Jane moaned, "You smell good."
Being as polite as she was she responded, "Thank you."
"You smell like vanilla and sex." It was barely audible, followed by light snoring. Then there was another moan and Maura's sex was fully cupped by long semi calloused fingers. Maura froze mind shifting into overdrive. What did she say? Did she say I smell like sex? Oh gosh she must can smell my state of arousal. Is she still sleep? She must be sleep, I know how prudish she can be when the subject of sex presents itself. I should probably wake her. "What?"
"I said you smell like vanilla," there was a pause. "and sex." Maura's question was answered.
"Oh, why do you say that?" Maura had to confirm her suspicions, she wanted to know if Jane was just saying things or did she really know that Maura's panties were ruined.
"Because my head's in your lap and..." She started to fall back asleep but continued when the medical examiner shook her softly and asked her to complete her thought. "and I know you like when I touch you. I know you like my hand between your legs. Why else would I touch you like this? Because we both know your skin is meant for my hands."
Jane uncurled herself on the couch, stretching her legs onto the floor sitting up and wiping the sleep from her eyes. The more and more she wiped the more awake and aware she became.
Maura sheepishly looked at her hands in her lap and carefully answered, "How do you know I like when you touch me?"
"Because I feel the trail of goosebumps I leave when I slide my hand down your arm, or when I give you hugs. I see how your eyes dilate when I reluctantly put on a dress you like, I see the way you lick your lips when I'm all sweaty after a workout." She scooted closer to Maura and grabbed her hand. "I know you have feelings for me and I'm not saying this to call you out but because I want you to know you're not the only one who has to pretend that we don't turn each other on."
"You seem to be sure of everything, detective." Maura said in a sultry tone, peering up above through her eyelashes. "How do you know that I'm turned on? It could simply be coincidence that I licked my lips when you worked out." Catching the playfulness in the doctor's question she played along.
"Well first of all you don't believe in coincidence, second it wasn't the first time you "coincidently" licked you lips while i finished at the gym, and lastly, I don't think you would let some who you weren't turned on by grope you for as long as you did." Jane ended with a wink and turned and grabbed the blanket throwing it over both of them.
Shocked at Jane's statement she had to ask. "You weren't sleep!?"
"Oh I was sleep but I woke up ten minutes before I said you smelled like sex."
"Then how do you know I had let you fondle me for a long period of time?" The incredulous look on her friends face caused Jane to softly chuckle. "Because when I woke you were more than just a little turned on, and like I said you smelled of arousal. And I know the great Jane Bad Ass Rizzoli is good but not that good to have just soaked your thong in a matter of a couple of minutes." They laughed and turned the tv off cuddling on the couch. A comfortable silence settled between them until Maura interrupted with a question.
"Jane what does this mean then?"
"I don't know, but I know I like you, a lot and I want to take this new discovery further. But first lets get some sleep and tomorrow we can go from there."
