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Cravings
Jane is not surprised at the sudden rush of arousal that washes over her as her best friend pushes her into the office and both shuts and locks the two doors leading into it, Maura making sure all the blinds are closed before approaching her.
Maura slips her arms around Jane, who nuzzles blonde curls and inhales the scent of freshly washed hair. Jane latches onto a sensitive earlobe with her teeth and tugs lightly, and Maura pulls back immediately with the wicked smile that Jane loves so much.
Demanding hands turn Jane around and push her toward the desk, and Maura silently commands her to lean back. Jane does so and holds the edge of the desk in a white-knuckled grip that makes her hands ache, but she would rather be here with Maura and in pain if it meant her lover would just keep touching her like this.
The smile on Maura's face is like nothing Jane has ever seen before and while she has seen how eager this woman could be in bed, never have her actions been quite this desperate. Jane can't find it in her to care when Maura presses against her and kisses her deeply as she unbuckles her belt and pulls down the zipper on her pants.
"Jesus, Maur," Jane groans as her pants pool around her ankles and her underwear is pushed to mid-thigh. "Are you in a hurry or somethin'?" she gasps as Maura kneels, and suddenly she doesn't really care, she just wants more.
"I've only got five minutes, so you need to come quickly because I need it to be my turn," Maura explains, drawing away from Jane for only a few seconds.
"Why didn't you just let me—" Jane's reply is cut short as her mouth clamps shut and she grinds her teeth together in an attempt to keep herself quiet as she comes nearly a minute later. Maura brings her to her climax in record time.
"I wanted to taste you. But now it's my turn. Make it count, detective, because I don't know if I can get away with calling you down here again."
Jane looks down at Maura in amusement, reaching out to help her stand. Maura takes the offered hand, and Jane leads her to the couch sitting only feet away and gently pushes her to sit down on it. Jane does not bother pulling up her pants and underwear before she bunches the material of Maura's dress around her waist, pulling her to the edge of the cushion with one hand while the other slides Maura's panties down her legs and then slides her fingers fully into her wife, a knowing smile creeping onto her face when the first moan falls from her beautiful mouth.
When Maura tugs at Jane, her orgasm washing over her and her cries of pleasure fading into soft laughter, Jane rises to seat herself directly beside the sated woman. And as Maura nuzzles her neck, she knows that this will not be the last time she will be in this office for an entirely unprofessional reason. Yet she can't bring herself disapprove of the appealing notion, a fact that is rewarded with a roll of the eyes when shared with her wife.
"I know you said you might start to have cravings in the first trimester… I just didn't realize you were talking about me."
The comment is met with a playful kiss and Maura nearly purrs in response against her ear, the words leaving her wanting more than the five minutes Maura had allowed them (and most likely went over): "And don't you forget it."
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