Girls, can I tell you how excited I was to start a new, tiny, smutty story, after 1888?
Admittedly, I missed most of the last season of the show, and the aphrodisiac tea incident was the only bit that sprouted a story in my head. Not especially original, but here it is.
Jane took a sip out of the disposable paper cup. The beverage was tepid now, but the spices flared up in her mouth in a pleasant rush. When she swallowed, it chased down her throat and settled low in her belly, warm and comforting. After a second, she took another sip and savored the feel and taste of it. She understood why her Ma couldn't stop drinking it, despite the strong odor.
Maura's heels clattered on the floor as she came back from the bathroom and Jane pushed the cup aside, pretending to reach for her empty beer.
"Ready?", the medical examiner smiled. She finished her glass of wine and set it on the Robber's counter, with a few dollar bills for tip. She looked at Jane's flushed cheeks and frowned. "Are you still hot? The air conditioning is blasting in here."
Jane pressed her still frosted pint glass to her forehead and rose to her feet. "I'm fine. I hope it'll cool down tonight. I can't stand another day of this."
"It's always a nice sixty-five degrees at my house," bragged Maura. "Are you still sleeping over?"
"I brought my overnight bag!" Jane lifted up a frumpy gym bag and flashed a bright smile at her friend. With a hand on Maura's lower back, she lead them to the door.
The lingering spice in her mouth made her glance back at the paper cup still on the counter, and as Maura stepped into the street, she turned and rushed back inside.
"Hold on..." Jane mumbled.
The door closed and muffled Maura's "What are you..."
The bartender had collected Maura's dollar bills and was wiping at the wet rings of their glasses with his rag. He motioned to grab the paper cup when Jane plucked it right out of his reach, plopped the lid up and downed the content into her mouth.
She hummed in satisfaction as the burn went down her throat and then set the cup back down in front of the bartender. The detective wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Thanks!"
Jane ran out the door into the sunset light.
They had ordered some Chinese food and the paper boxes gaped open and steaming on Maura's counter. The basketball game was on and Jane flung herself on the couch with a plate full of food. She set her beer on the coffee table in front of her. She had already shed her shirt and was sitting in a tight black tank top.
Maura was still selecting her dishes and arranging them in small portions in a pleasing way around her plate. She glanced over at Jane, who was shoveling food into her mouth, gesturing and grunting at the TV to encourage her team. The doctor walked behind the couch with her plate and a glass of wine. She stopped and stood behind Jane, lowering her gaze from the TV, down to the back of Jane's shoulder. She observed the contrast between the tan, smooth skin and the black strap of her tank top. She imagined running her lips over it, and moving to where neck meets shoulder. Her lips parted involuntarily as her breath caught in her throat. She smiled to herself, noting that the aphrodisiac tea was indeed quite potent. The doctor walked around and sat down next to Jane, who acknowledged her with a wink.
Jane froze as she realized she had winked at Maura. She immediately reached for her beer with measured nonchalance, avoiding her friend's puzzled smirk. She prayed Maura wouldn't call her on it.
"What was that for?" came Maura's inevitable question.
Jane sighed and had a few gulps of beer. She savored the chill of it going down her throat. She looked up at Maura and the detective felt herself drawn into her eyes, unable to ignore the doctor's indulgent gaze. Jane felt utterly powerless in that instant and her flesh prickled with the certainty that Maura knew she had drank the tea as well.
"I... I dunno...," she stammered. Then she gave a chuckle and leaned back into the couch. The brunette smirked to herself, and looked at Maura again. The doctor laughed and patted Jane's knee. Her touch was warm, even through the black slacks she was wearing. The brunette shifted uncomfortably and re-settled with her foot under her knee.
"Jane?"
"Mmmh?"
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
Maura tilted her head and Jane felt compelled to look at her again.
"What?"
"You know what. You don't need to be weird about it. I won't touch you any more, I promise."
Even though there was no hurt in Maura's voice, Jane felt a pang of guilt for shifting away from Maura's playful touch.
"I'm sorry, it's not you."
Maura rolled her eyes at her embarrassment.
"Jane, I know I drank some of the tea but I'm not going to jump on you, if that's what you're afraid of. I know exactly what its physiological effects are, and it's not like I can't control myself. It's actually quite interesting. It's definitely increased my heart rate, and I find myself distracted with thoughts of..."
"Maura Maura Maura!.. I know you're not going to jump on me!" Jane interrupted, gesticulating to stop the flow of words. She was secretly relieved that Maura didn't seem to suspect her own symptoms. "I'm just hot, that's all."
"Are you still too hot? I'm fine now. Is the AC not cool enough for you?"
"I'm fine Maura. Really. I promise. I just want to relax, please?"
After a last side glance at Jane, Maura sat back and they fell into a companionable silence.
Jane desperately attempted to focus on the game, and even though the Celtics were leading by a wide margin, she couldn't rouse herself to be excited. She could still feel the ghost of Maura's hand on her knee, and she caught herself biting her lip at the memory. She shifted again. The fabric of her pants slid over her skin like silk, and Jane imagined briefly that it was Maura, dragging her hair up over her legs as she...
Jane closed her eyes as she realized she had groaned out loud. She blew air out of her cheeks in frustration. She didn't know how to cover her embarrassment and she was only making it worse.
"Did you have some too?" Maura asked without even turning to her.
"Yeah..." Jane admitted simply, and they both chuckled.
"Cold shower?"
"Sure. I need one anyway. I'm stinky." She lifted her arm and scrunched her nose at it. They both laughed.
"There's clean towels in your bathroom. I'll clean up."
"Are you sure? I'll help."
"Nah, it'll go quick. Go take a shower." Maura waved her hand to send her off.
As she gestured, a tendril of Maura's perfume filled Jane's nose and she inhaled it greedily. "Thank you." Jane paused briefly, and her gaze fell to Maura's lips. The detective felt her heartbeat fill her throat and ears, and her eyes slowly fell shut. Behind the dark screen of her lids, the image of Maura's lips remained, sexy and enticing. She swallowed, and when she opened her eyes, as if in slow motion, she realized she had leaned ever so slightly forward, towards Maura.
Maura suddenly got up and picked up their plates. She walked over to the kitchen and started cleaning. It startled Jane out of her reverie.
The dark haired detective got up, cleared her dry throat, and headed down the hall to take a shower.
In the guest bedroom, Jane was lying in the dark, her heart racing. She was still thinking about Maura's lips so close to hers. She had wanted to kiss her. She had wanted Maura to kiss her. She knew it was the tea talking, wanting, but it didn't make the craving any less powerful. She squeezed her eyes shut, groaning out loud in the dark, in embarrassment and frustration. She needed release. The urge between her legs was relentless. She had never relieved her sexual needs under Maura's roof. She recalled the couple of times she almost did, after particularly hard days at work, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to do it. It felt disrespectful, dirty. Only in her own bed, under the covers, in silence.
She still felt hot, even though the AC had been quietly cooling the house down to a very comfortable temperature. Jane was wearing her tank top and panties, and was lying on top of the sheets without the blanket over her. She shifted and felt the slick wetness between her legs slide like silk against her underwear. She didn't want to change, because she only had one extra pair for the next morning. But she couldn't bear to feel her own wetness every time she moved. She sat up and took her panties off, hoping it would be less distracting without the constant friction.
She fell back into the pillows, sprawled like a starfish. She licked and bit on her lower lip, realizing with a sigh that removing her panties had made things worse.
She felt exposed, swollen and wet. The missing garment exacerbated her need for contact.
She let her hand trail down her tank top. She slowed and stopped right at the edge of her curls. Her hips lifted up to meet her hand, begging her closer.
Jane held her breath. She let her ears explore the silence. It was almost midnight. The house was dark and quiet. All she could hear was the gentle hum of the air conditioning vent, and the pulse of blood through her ears.
Ever so slowly, she pushed forward with two fingers. She gasped when she felt herself surfing over her slick juices even before reaching her labia. She bit her lip at the powerful jolt that jerked her body when she curled her finger to touch her clit. She was struggling to stay quiet, to restrain her breathing, and her ears were pounding with the insistent pounding of her heart. She opened her mouth and took in a few gulps of air, but she was sure Maura and all the neighbors could hear her as loud as a freight train.
What would Maura think? Was Maura in her bed, upstairs, struggling to be quiet too? Jane's mind filled with the image of the tawny blonde doctor, naked, with her hand between her legs.
The detective's fingers started moving slowly, dipping into her slippery juices, her hips rising up to greet them. Was Maura just as wet? Was the tea driving her crazy too?
She had a mental pause before asking herself the next question.
Was she thinking about Jane while she masturbated, just like Jane was thinking about her now?
Jane felt her face flush in the dark, but she couldn't stop herself. She bit her lip and concentrated on controlling her breathing.
In her mind, Maura was crawling on top of her, her heavy breasts brushing against her own. The doctor's hand quested up her thigh, and as she reached her drenched pussy, she lowered her mouth on top of Jane's. They moaned together, and Maura slipped two fingers into her opening, spreading her wide and pushing as deep as she could go.
Jane plunged two fingers inside herself and held her breath. She raised her knees up and spread her legs, so she could push deep inside. She blocked a moan that had wanted to escape from her throat, and expelled the breath she had been holding through her nose.
The brunette had never been so aroused in her entire life. She knew she'd come instantly if she even grazed her clit. She could feel it tightening with need, waiting for a single stroke to send her over the edge. But she wanted to make it last. Her heart, mind and body were drunk with desire, drowning in pleasure. She was basking in her fantasy, enjoying it more than any other she had ever had.
Maura's weight was on top of her, her hand inside her, close as close. Jane was enveloped in her smell, her touch, her lust. The beautiful doctor was thrusting in and out of her, using her whole body to pleasure Jane. The detective was moaning and writhing under her, their sweat mingling, their mouths connected in an intimate kiss. Maura was thrusting faster, penetrating her deep and hard. Jane's throat tightened and she heard herself moan softly, her hand deep inside herself.
Finally, unable to hold off any longer, she flattened her palm over her clit. She ground her hips hard over her hand, wet and slick with her own juices, and rode it for only a few seconds before the orgasm engulfed her. Her body arched up, high and taut over the mattress, and she felt her walls clamp around her fingers. Under her palm, her clit pulsed repeatedly, sending jolts of pleasure rippling through her. Her mouth fell open, and Maura's name formed on her lips.
Oh god Maura... Maura... Maura... Maura...
Her heart pounding in her throat and ears, Jane surrendered to the waves of pleasure shooting through her.
Silent and motionless, she waited until the last spasms subsided against her palm. She was covered in sweat, and her abundant juices were smeared over her hand, all the way down her crack. For a few minutes, she just lay still, forcing herself to breathe calmly, quietly. Little by little, she regained her senses.
Probing the silence again, she confirmed to herself that everything was still quiet in the house. Jane sighed and slowly slid her hand out. She held it up above her tummy, not knowing where to wipe it off. She rolled her eyes at herself. How could she have let herself get so carried away? Completely relaxed, she felt herself drift off to sleep, and struggled to stay awake.
After checking again that nothing had disrupted the silence in the house, Jane got up and tiptoed to the adjacent bathroom. She knew Maura had had a bidet installed in her own bathroom, and now she understood the purpose and convenience of it.
She washed up quietly at the sink, and flushed the toilet when she was done. It sounded grotesquely loud to her ears.
As she lay back down on the bed, she realized she had left a wet spot on the sheets. She groaned, but decided there was nothing she could do. She was exhausted and blissfully spent. It only took a few seconds for sleep to claim her...
To be continued...