A/N/: I've had this story flitting around in my head for a little over a month now. I'm glad to finally put it out here for all of you. It's a five-shot that's fluffy and rather dirty. Credit for the tortoise naming goes to noblegraces, who helped me toss around the idea one evening while we were chatting. Heartfelt thanks go out to CharlietheCAG for not just betaing this story, but also making me take it beyond a one-shot and not letting me settle for mediocre. Her ideas and her persistence are priceless. Also, thank you to the razor commercial that I saw. I can't remember the brand name, which makes it a bad advertisement, but the image of the boyfriend rubbing his girlfriend's smooth-shaven leg is what gave me the impetus for this entire story.
I didn't think this needed to be said, but now I'm forced to add this to all of my stories:
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The thunderstorms passing through Boston were nothing short of spectacular. Jane and Maura had left the precinct late that Friday evening together in Jane's cruiser, opting to skip their usual drinks at the Dirty Robber due to the weather. Jane drove carefully, dodging downed tree branches and intersections with no working traffic controls, heading directly to her apartment. Jane had run out to take care of Jo as soon as they arrived, while Maura pulled the folder of takeout menus out of Jane's kitchen drawer so they could decide on what they wanted for dinner when Jane got back.
Unfortunately, the storm had other plans for them.
The power in Jane's apartment building, and the rest of her neighborhood, had gone out less than an hour after they'd arrived, just as Jane was walking back in with Jo. Jane's apartment had been locked up tight while they were at work, and the single wall unit air conditioner Jane had in her living room hadn't even had a chance to make a dent in the oppressive heat between when Jane and Maura arrived, and before the massive storm system that had rolled through had knocked the power out.
"It's absolutely sweltering in here," Maura complained as Jane walked around opening windows. "Let's pack the dog and tortoise and head back to my house. Maybe the power is still on there."
"Ma says it's out there too," Jane said, holding her phone out for Maura to see the text message from her mother. "Besides, we're safer staying here. I can't imagine driving across town in this weather, with the traffic signals not working."
"Well, can we at least open the windows a bit more?" Maura was doing her best not to whine, but she was really starting to feel smothered by the heat in the apartment.
"I've got them open as much as I can without letting all the pouring rain in," Jane remarked softly. She could see how uncomfortable Maura was in her designer skirt and blouse. Maura had already taken her suit jacket off, and she had unbuttoned the cuffs on her blouse to roll her sleeves as far as the shirt would go. Jane wouldn't have minded if Maura took everything off. That's what gave her an idea.
Jane walked around lighting candles, then started to turn the hand crank on the camping lantern she owned. Soon the kitchen and living room were bathed in soft, flickering light.
"Come on," Jane said, carrying the lantern to her bedroom. She pulled a pair of boy shorts and a tank top out of her bureau, and handed them to Maura. "The power's out, and there's no hot water, which means you can cool off in a nice, cold bath, if you'd like. Then put these on."
Maura took the clothes from her and gave her a grateful smile, her relief visible even in the dim bedroom.
Jane grabbed a towel and put it in the bathroom for Maura, leaving the lantern behind for her to see what she was doing. "You know where everything is that you need, right?"
"Yes, thanks," Maura said, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She knew Jane's apartment as well as she knew her own house, and felt just as at home there. It was one more thing, in the ever growing list of things, that Maura loved about Jane. Jane made her feel comfortable, both physically and emotionally, all the time.
Jane could hear the tub filling and tried not to imagine what it would be like to be soaking in that tub with Maura. She shook her head. Things were going to be uncomfortable with the heat as it was. She didn't need to start making herself hot and bothered. Especially since Maura didn't feel the same way she did. Jane had to admit though, she was horny, and the idea of Maura walking around in her underwear later wasn't helping her feel any better.
Jane sighed, resigned to the fact that she was going to love Maura in secret for the rest of her life, and went about feeding Jo Friday. Jane's unrequited love and physical attraction to Maura were old news. She just tamped it all down in her emotional lockbox as she tried to do some of her evening chores in the dark. She needed a distraction from the persistent ache in her chest and between her legs, and mundane chores seemed to be the only solution.
Poor Jo was lying belly up on the kitchen floor, where the tile was cooler, trying to catch a breeze from the open kitchen window.
"I'm sorry pup," Jane said as she filled her bowl with kibble. "Maybe the storm will help cool things down a bit, until the power goes back on."
Jo just whined, too hot to even get up and chow down. Jane opened her freezer swiftly, grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the bin, and closed the freezer as fast as she could. She hoped the power would go back on before everything in her freezer and fridge went bad. Jane placed the ice cubes in Jo's water bowl. Maybe that would help keep the poor dog cool. The dog finally scampered over to her water bowl, interested in seeing what Jane had dropped in there. Soon she was lapping up the cool water, quenching her small dog thirst.
Jane picked up one of the candles she had burning in the kitchen and walked back into her bedroom. Along the way she could hear Maura moving in the tub. Jane once again tried to chase the thoughts of naked Maura out of her head as she changed into a pair of boyshorts and a tank top much like she'd given Maura to wear. She didn't bother to keep her bra on. It was too hot, even for that small item of clothing. She liked the idea of her and Maura wearing the same thing, and it turned her on even more to think of them in nothing but underclothes in the hot apartment. She tried to steer her thoughts away from that, though. Jane was already wet, and the last thing she needed was for Maura to start to smell her arousal.
Walking back out, she passed the terrarium with her tortoise in it. She scooped out the water bowl and took it to the sink, where she washed it out and refilled it. She placed it carefully back into the terrarium, along with a big cactus leaf, and started to talk to the tortoise.
"Maura's here, you know."
The tortoise was ambivalent, going over to check out the cactus leaf. Jane didn't know what she expected, but she thought it slightly rude that the tortoise wasn't even remotely excited to see Maura. Did that tortoise not know there was no one better than Maura?
"I hope your dinner is to your liking?" Jane asked, not really expecting an answer. The tortoise ambled on, ignoring her.
At that point, Maura came out of the bathroom, dressed only in the boyshorts and tank top Jane had given her. Her wet hair was combed neatly over her shoulders, and a wet hand towel was draped around her neck. She carried both the crank lantern and a second towel in her hands, and gave the towel to Jane. "Here, put this around your neck. It's nice and cool. I put some of your lavender oil on it, to relax you." She placed the lantern on the coffee table before walking back over to Jane.
"Do I look tense?" Jane asked teasingly, not taking her eyes off her tortoise. She did feel tense, but she didn't want Maura to know it. Jane was that way primarily because it would be too easy to stare at Maura dressed the way she was. Jane regretted giving her the skimpy clothes to wear, afraid she'd lose the already loosening control she had over her feelings after seeing the way Maura was dressed.
"No, but lavender is soothing, and it's very hot in here, so I thought it might help," Maura said sweetly. She didn't add that she liked smelling like Jane. Jane's lavender scent was its own turn on for Maura.
"Your Aunt Maura takes good care of me," Jane stage whispered to the tortoise as she wrapped the cold towel around her neck. It did wonders to cool her off, something she desperately needed with Maura in such close proximity.
"Aw, Jane, are you talking to your tortoise?" Maura asked happily. She loved seeing Jane interact with her tortoise. She worried about the tortoise, because she felt Jane often neglected it. She knew, of course, that Jane would never starve it or fail to clean its terrarium, but the tortoise needed human interaction too, and since Jane never mentioned it, Maura feared it had become a piece of home decoration rather than a beloved pet.
She wrapped an arm around Jane's waist as she stepped on her tip toes to look down into the top of the terrarium. The heat from her hand seemed to spread all through Jane, and Jane had to try hard to keep her body's reaction in check. "It's getting so big!" Maura exclaimed. "You're going to need a bigger terrarium soon. You'll probably have to keep the new terrarium on the floor, or just let it wander the apartment like Bass wanders my house. I don't think Bass would enjoy being cooped up, he likes to wander too much."
"How come you refer to Bass as a 'him' but Turtle as an 'it'?" Jane asked, happy for the opportunity to take her mind off of her problem.
"Tortoise," Maura corrected.
"I know it's a tortoise. But I named him Turtle," Jane smirked.
Maura was absolutely horrified. "What?" she sputtered. "How could you do that? It's not a turtle, it's a tortoise! You're probably confusing it!"
"And you're probably confusing it by referring to it with a neuter pronoun," Jane pointed out. "I like it's name. It's fitting. Turtle Poindexter."
"It's not a fitting name at all! Jane! Poindexter?" Maura practically whined.
"Yeah, well, it came from you, so it should have the name of your people!" Jane laughed, watching Maura's face scrunch up with the mock insult. Maura pinched Jane's side with the arm she still had wrapped around her waist, and Jane tried to conceal her happiness at the gesture.
"That's a terrible name!" Maura reiterated. "It's like calling Jo Friday, 'Wolf'. It's absurd!"
Maura's consternation was very amusing to Jane, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"It seems to like the name Turtle. Watch." Jane turned back toward the terrarium and picked up the cactus leaf. "Hey Turtle, you hungry?" she asked, waving the cactus leaf in front of the tortoise. The tortoise picked his head up and grabbed the leaf from Jane, dragging it back to the corner of the tank.
"See? It responds to the name Turtle. It likes it. And you still haven't explained why Turtle is an it and Bass is a he," Jane pointed out.
"First of all, your tortoise was responding to the food stimulus, and not a name. And secondly, your tortoise is too young to sex."
"Too young to sex?" Jane asked, snickering. "Is there some legal age of consent among tortoises?"
"No, Jane. That's the herpetocultural term for identifying gender," Maura said, clearly getting exasperated. "It's nearly impossible to correctly identify the sex of a geochelone sulcata before five years of age."
"I see," Jane said, secretly impressed with Maura's wisdom, but too amused to show it.
"More than likely, based on the widely-flared anal scutes, your tortoise is a male. However, you won't really be able to tell for another two years or so."
"Anal scutes?" Jane laughed. Maura loved Jane's laugh. She wished she could hear it more often, though not when she was trying to explain something perfectly unfunny.
"I think the heat is getting to you, Jane. There's nothing funny about that," Maura said as she turned toward the couch, her arm still around Jane's waist. "Let's go sit down. We'll think of a new name for your tortoise."
"Nuh-uh," Jane protested as they walked to the couch. "It's name is Turtle. That's the name I picked out, and that's the name that it's keeping."
"Jane, that's just so inaccurate!"
Jane smiled, watching Maura in the light from the candles on the coffee table. She could easily change the tortoise's name if it really upset Maura that much, but right now it looked like it was just a minor irritation to her, and she was having too much fun watching Maura react to discovering the tortoise's name. Rather than further perturb Maura though, Jane decided to change the subject.
"Are you hungry?" Jane asked. "I could make us some peanut butter and fluff sandwiches."
"That's okay. I'm not really hungry." Horny is more like it, Maura thought to herself. That cold bath had done nothing to stop the growing need she felt as soon as Jane had handed her the set of undergarments in her bedroom. Jane in her boyshorts and tank top were a frequent fantasy of Maura's, along with several other outfits and accessories Jane had.
"Me either," Jane shrugged. "It must be the heat."
Jane flounced down on the couch, crossing her legs underneath her. Maura sat down Indian-style as well, directly next to Jane. Maura didn't seem to take notice of her close proximity to Jane and Jane wondered if that was due to Maura's social awkwardness, or if she generally just liked being that close to Jane. In this heat, Jane figured that Maura would have sat down at the opposite end of the couch, but Jane wasn't complaining.
"What about Watson?" Maura asked.
"Who?" Jane asked in response.
"As a name for your tortoise," Maura clarified.
"No, Maura. His name is Turtle," Jane said resolutely.
"But you don't even know if it's a he!" Maura said, poking Jane in the side.
"All the better then, to keep the name Turtle. That's more gender non-specific," Jane grinned as she poked Maura back. They just couldn't keep their hands off of each other. "Could you imagine if he turned out to be a she, and I had changed his name to Watson?"
"It's also species non-specific! It's a tortoise!" Maura sighed, shaking her head before leaning it briefly on Jane's shoulder.
"I like the name Turtle. The name stays."
Maura gave a very un-Maura-like grunt before she picked her head back up off of Jane's shoulder and sat up straight again. Jane missed the contact immediately.
Jane could see the wheels turning in Maura's head. This argument wasn't over, at least not in the long term. She actually looked forward to when Maura would renew it. Maybe there'd be more flirty banter, and some poking or tickling or pinching or touching of some kind. Anything that kept Maura close to her. Jane just wanted to wrap an arm around Maura and hug her, if anything, to reassure her that the tortoise's name was not meant as a personal affront to Maura. Jane was afraid if she did it though, that she wouldn't be able to stop at just a hug.
Maura glanced over to Jane, and watched as Jane tried to figure out what to do with her hands. Maura had lots of ideas for Jane's hands, but she was sure Jane wasn't open to any of them. She kept herself from sighing, and instead settled back a bit on the couch.
They sat in silence for a few moments, watching the lightning outside the living room windows, and listening to the distant rumble of thunder, both of them alone with their naughty thoughts, neither aware of the common needs and wants they shared.
The first line of thunderstorms had already seemed to make their way out, over the water, but a new line of storms were making their way in. This second line of storms seemed to be more powerful than the first, which didn't bode well for their prospects of having the power restored that night. Hopefully the storms would clear quickly, and it would just be a matter of time before the power came back on and they could crank up the air conditioning.
Jane didn't realize what she was doing, but at some point while they were sitting on the couch, she had placed her hand on Maura's leg and started to rub small circles on Maura's thigh with her thumb. Having her hands on Maura's skin was a double edged sword for Jane. At times it was comforting, but in moments like this, it could drive her mad with desire. As they watched the lightning, Jane just let herself get lost in the feeling. They were both just sitting there, completely content in each other's silence as they watched the storm through the windows.
Maura grinned to herself in the semi-darkness. Jane didn't even realize what she was doing, and Maura knew that it was a completely innocent gesture, but having Jane's hand on her leg was starting to make Maura react in other places, whether the gesture was innocent or not.
"I used your razor in the bath. I hope you don't mind," Maura said quietly, breaking the silence, but not the apparent trance Jane had placed herself in while she rubbed Maura's thigh. "I know it's not the most sanitary thing, and I'll replace the blade tomorrow," she offered.
"Huh? Oh, don't worry about it," Jane said, continuing to create tiny circles that sent big waves of something straight to Maura's core. Jane was so absorbed in the light show Mother Nature was putting on that she didn't even notice what Maura was alluding to.
"I really liked that razor. It made my legs nice and smooth, don't you think?" Maura continued, very amused by Jane's cluelessness.
"Yeah, really smooth," Jane said, flattening her palm against Maura's thigh and smoothing her hand down to her knee, then back up to her thigh again.
Maura shuddered with pleasure at the feeling of Jane's hand on her, an involuntary reaction that seemed to snap Jane out of her trance.
"Oh! Um, jeez, I didn't even realize what I was doing. Sorry," Jane said quickly, pulling her hand away in embarrassment.
Maura shrugged next to her. "It didn't bother me."
"Oh, um, good," Jane said, her voice rising at the end of the sentence uncertainly.
Maura reached over and took Jane's hand back, placing it back on her thigh. She was sure Jane noticed how much higher up she had placed it. "I liked it," Maura encouraged.
"You, um, you want me to keep going?" Jane asked, hesitantly, trying to keep the hope from bubbling up inside of her.
"Yes, please," Maura said quietly. She had no idea where this would take them, and she didn't really care, as long as Jane was there with her, and touching her somehow. Maura craved Jane's touch, and wished, just for once, that Jane would break through whatever self-imposed barriers she had created for herself and love Maura the way Maura knew she wanted Jane to love her.
Jane had started to run her fingers up and down Maura's thigh, lightly scraping her nails back and forth, in a lazy, slow pattern that caused Maura to sigh in contentment. She marveled at how that simple touch could express so much. She wondered how just the feeling of Jane's short nails scraping softly on her skin could create so much arousal in her. Maura didn't care how hot it was in the apartment, she leaned over and back into Jane's space, against Jane's shoulder, bending her legs out to the side from their cross legged position. This caused Jane to have to wrap her left arm around Maura's torso and hold Maura to her before she could once again continue with her quasi-innocent massage on Maura's thigh.
Maura reached behind herself and pulled the towel off her neck. It had lost its coolness and was now just soggy on her neck. She also pulled Jane's off of her, and placed them both on the coffee table. Just as she was leaning back, there was a bright flash of lightning and a clap of thunder so loud that it sent Jo Friday scampering under the bed in Jane's bedroom, and Maura turned and buried her face in Jane's neck.
"Hey, scaredy cat," Jane laughed, hugging Maura closer to her. "You okay?"
Maura just nodded into Jane's neck. Now that she had her face buried in there, she decided that she wasn't coming back out. Ever.
"You didn't strike me as the type that was afraid of a little thunder," Jane said as another loud clap of thunder sent Maura shuddering into Jane's side.
"I'm not," Maura said into Jane's neck.
"Maura, do you really want to break out in hives in this heat?" Jane deadpanned as she ran her hand up and down Maura's side to comfort her. Truthfully, she liked having Maura there. She wished Maura would kiss her while she had her face buried back there.
"No, really, I'm not. I just… I like it here," Maura admitted shyly.
"Okay then," Jane said, giving her a squeeze, secretly thrilled.
The weather slowly started to calm back down again, and Maura hadn't moved. Jane didn't mind at all. Maura had to keep reminding herself not to press her lips against Jane's neck, just under her earlobe. She was so tempted to, though.
A little while later, as they sat there in a comfortable silence, Jane's fingers back to making slow patterns on Maura's thigh, noises starting coming up from the apartment below Jane's. It was quiet at first, and very muffled, but the rhythmic thumping and excited cries they were hearing were slowly working their way up to a crescendo.
"Is that…" Maura trailed off.
"My downstairs neighbor Marisa getting it on with her boyfriend?" Jane asked. "Yes. I usually just turn up the television to drown that out. I can't do that tonight though, there's no power."
"They're so loud," Maura commented, amazed. The walls in Jane's apartment building were not that thin. Maura had rarely heard any of Jane's neighbors in the past, and certainly never heard any of them partaking in an activity that private.
"They really are. It's embarrassing," Jane admitted.
"Does it happen often?" Maura asked. She was still pressed up against Jane's side, her head resting comfortably on Jane's shoulder, looking up slightly at Jane as she spoke to her.
"Three or four times a week," Jane replied with a grimace.
"Wow, that's a healthy sex life," Maura commented.
"Ugh, I know. Really puts mine to shame," Jane said morosely, reminded once again of the ache between her legs.
"Mine too," Maura admitted.
"You? Really?" Jane imagined Maura could easily pick up a partner anytime she wanted.
"It's been quite a while since I've been intimate, Jane."
"Why is that?" Jane asked, intrigued that sexy Maura Isles wasn't having sex regularly, then suddenly afraid to hear the reason behind it.
"I spend most of my time with you. I don't have time to date anyone," Maura said simply. She left off the "I don't want to date anyone because I want to date you." She wished it were implied. She wished Jane would get it.
"I'm sorry if I take up too much of your time, Maura. Sometimes I can't help it. I just like being around you." Jane's response was so sad, it made Maura reach up and turn Jane's face toward her. Their faces were now dangerously close.
"Hey, listen to me. You don't take up too much of my time. I spend time with you because I want to be with you. I like being with you. I want to be with you, Jane."
Jane gave her a sad smile before she turned away to look back out the window at the lightning storm. "I like being with you, too," Jane said with a sigh. That sigh removed any of Maura's lingering doubts. Jane wanted to be with her too. Maura just didn't understand why she didn't act on it.
Maura could feel the sadness roll off of Jane, and she hated it. She hated what she couldn't say, and what Jane was denying herself. Denying both of them, really. She snuggled in close to Jane, both of them oblivious to the heat. Jane held Maura tighter.
From below them, Marisa's escapades were reaching an all time high.
"God, that's embarrassing," Jane muttered.
"Only for her," Maura was quick to reply.
"It doesn't make you feel uncomfortable?" Jane asked, unconsciously squeezing her thighs together. She was embarrassed that she was listening to that at all, but hearing those sounds with Maura pressed up against her while wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of boyshorts and a tank top was starting to make Jane have a reaction that wasn't quite what she would term uncomfortable.
"It's actually making me rather aroused," Maura said matter-of-factly, as if she had been reading Jane's thoughts.
Jane sucked in a breath and let her arm fall from around Maura's torso. Maura didn't give up though. She knew Jane wanted her, and she wanted Jane.
Maura moved slightly, so that she was still pressed up against Jane's side, but she returned her head to the crook of Jane's neck and pressed a languid, wet kiss just beneath Jane's ear.
"You're not aroused, Jane?" Maura asked, her voice dripping with sex.
"Maura?" Jane squeaked out, her heart pounding in her ears, and between her legs. Had that happened? Had Maura really just kissed her? What was she supposed to do now? She wanted to pin her to the couch and ravish her, but what if that's not what Maura wanted? Shock and amazement kept Jane rooted to the spot.
"Yes, Jane?" Maura said, pausing her lips right below Jane's ear, but not removing them from Jane's flushed skin. She could feel Jane's racing pulse and she was overjoyed by the reaction she was creating.
"Did you-" Jane swallowed hard. "Did you just kiss my neck?"
Maura replied by resuming her kiss. She ran her tongue down the column of Jane's neck before nipping and sucking her way back up. Jane's breathing had gotten ragged, and Maura took that as a sign of encouragement. She shifted on the couch, getting up on her knees and pressing in against Jane's front. She wrapped one arm around Jane's neck and let her other hand slide up Jane's tank top, over her abs to her breast, where she let it stop atop a very hard nipple.
"Yes, Jane. I did kiss you. And I don't want to stop kissing you. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. To do more than just kiss you."
Jane turned and faced Maura and that was all the invitation Maura needed to slide her lips against Jane's. Jane slowly relaxed into the kiss, pulling Maura down on top of her as she lay back against the arm of the couch, stretching her lanky legs along the couch's length.
"Oh God," Jane cried out as her hands tangled in Maura's hair and Maura ground down hard against her front.
"Jane," Maura breathed against her lips. "Touch me."
Jane slid her arms from around Maura's neck, over the thin fabric of the tank top and down to cup Maura's ass. She pulled Maura tighter against her, and Maura slid one leg between Jane's. She thrust up against Jane, and Jane bent her leg slightly, giving Maura enough thigh to grind against.
"Oh," Maura breathed against Jane's ear. The seam in the boyshorts Jane had given her was pressed up against her clit, creating the perfect amount of friction. She pressed her leg harder against Jane and knew Jane could feel it too.
"Do you know how many times I've fantasized about you in those underwear and that tank?" Maura moaned. "Do you know how many times I've dreamed of you writhing underneath me, wet with want and moaning my name?"
"Maura…" Jane gasped, grinding harder against Maura.
"Do you know how badly I want to make you come, right there in those shorts?" Maura slid her hand down, between their tangled legs and cupped Jane's boyshorts covered mound. Jane's silky wetness had soaked right through the thin cotton, and Maura used her palm to spread it around before removing her hand and grinding her thigh into Jane again.
Jane couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. She wanted desperately to tell Maura that she had dreamed the same things and longed to hear Maura call her name when she came, but all Jane could do was give in to the pleasure Maura had set about, coursing through her.
Maura knew this. She understood it and she used it to her advantage. She pulled Jane's left hand down between her legs and cupped it over her own sex. "Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me, Jane? Every day I soak my panties just like this, thinking of you. And now I've soaked your panties. I was turned on the minute I put them on, Jane. Do you know why? Because these panties of yours get to spend so much time where I want to be."
"Where-" Jane gasped. "Where do you want to be?"
"Between those gorgeous legs of yours, Jane."
"Jesus," Jane moaned as she felt the warm wetness between Maura's legs. She cupped Maura's mound and squeezed gently, before bringing her hand back around behind Maura and using it to help guide Maura back and forth up against her thigh. "You do this to me too, Maura. Every day."
"Do I?" Maura growled, thrusting harder and faster against Jane and loving the reaction she was getting. "Do you ever get off, thinking of me?"
"Yes," Jane admitted, throwing her head back in ecstasy. "Every. Damn. Time."
"I get off thinking of you, too," Maura said, her voice a full octave lower than normal. "As a matter of fact, lately, I can't get off at all unless I'm thinking of you."
They had worked themselves into a solid rhythm, their soaked boyshorts creating a slick sliding noise as they ground together. Maura had never been this wet, and it just kept flowing out of her. She didn't care about the mess she was making. All she cared about was getting off, and getting Jane off too. There was something so erotic about the fact that she was grinding up against Jane, wearing Jane's boyshorts, and she was watching Jane begin to unravel beneath her.
"You like it, don't you?" Maura whispered right up against Jane's ear, her breath coming in short, ragged spurts as she concentrated on just how good it felt to be on top of Jane like she was. "You like the idea of me getting off in your underwear. You like the idea of me leaving evidence of myself behind in them, don't you? You're getting off on it right now, aren't you Jane?"
"Oh god, Maura, yes! Yes!" Jane screamed as she came, leaving her own gush of wetness for Maura to grind up against.
"Oh, oh damn, Jane," Maura growled, seconds away from her own release. She pressed harder against her as Jane reached up, yanking Maura down into a searing kiss. That was all it took to send Maura over the edge.
"Jane!" she cried against Jane's lips as she collapsed flush up against her.
"Oh god," Maura groaned when she was capable of coherent thought a while later.
"That was…" Jane mumbled, not quite capable of speaking in full sentences yet herself.
"Out of this world," Maura finished for her.
Jane nodded and kissed her slowly.
"Just imagine what I could do to you next time, if I actually take your clothes off," Maura said with a cocky smirk.
Jane shivered in delight, equally excited at the prospect of a next time and all the possible ways for Maura to get her off. She wondered though, if this was just lust for Maura. Jane had thoroughly enjoyed quelling their mutual need, but she wondered if next time, Maura would let Jane make love to her. She wondered if Maura would mind Jane showing her all the ways she loved her, and not just the ways she wanted to please her.
It felt like the wrong time to ask.
As if she'd read Jane's thoughts, Maura leaned forward to kiss Jane once more, much more tenderly this time, before adding "I'm good at making love too. Just wait until we do that."
Jane sighed in relief, and pulled Maura close to her. "I'd like that," she said quietly.
"Me too. This, tonight, was mind blowing," Maura said confidently. "But next time, I want to show you how much I love you."
Jane nearly wept. Maybe it was the hormones associated with the best orgasm of her life. Or maybe it was just the end of years of waiting and wondering. It didn't matter though. Jane tilted Maura's chin up to her and kissed her softly. "I think I already know how much you love me, but I wouldn't mind you showing me," she said quietly.
Maura smiled at her before resting her head against Jane's chest, taking comfort in the steady beating of Jane's heart.
"Maur?" Jane whispered.
"Yes, beautiful girl?" Maura replied. She could feel Jane's smile at the term of endearment, even though she wasn't looking anywhere near Jane's face.
"I love you too, you know. I have for a long time."
"I know. You've refused to tell me for years, but you show me every day." Maura leaned on her elbow to look up at Jane. "I have too. Loved you, I mean. This doesn't change anything between us. You're still going to be my best friend, except now I get to love you openly instead of secretly."
"Good. I don't want anything to change. Except," Jane stumbled, almost embarrassed to be saying it out loud. Maura looked at her expectantly. "Except I hope we have sex, a lot."
Maura laughed. "I don't think that will be a problem."
"Good," Jane said, pulling Maura back down onto her chest and wrapping her arms around Maura's back. The heat in the apartment was all but forgotten at that point.
"But we're still renaming the tortoise," Maura mumbled just before sleep overtook them.
Jane just laughed softly before drifting off.