So this horrible smutty "plot" bunny has been stuck inside my head the past couple of days and this is the manifestation of such. It's only going to be TWO chapters (no discussions about it...sorry, Rizzlers) and I'm only posting it in two parts (short part 1 and longer part 2) because I'm slightly unsure of whether or not anyone actually cares to see where this is going. So I thought I'd post before completely finishing it.
Basically...you know what to do. And honestly, I'd like to see your predictions. ;)
Italics indicate dream sequence.
Jane couldn't take it anymore. She'd been distracted all morning while trying to do paperwork because of the sex dream she'd had about Maura last night…
Unfortunately (or fortunately – Jane truly had mixed feelings about which one it was)…
It wasn't the first one.
And it probably wouldn't be the last.
This time it had taken place in a bathroom. Maura's private bathroom next to her office in the morgue, to be precise.
Frustrated, Jane sighed and threw down the pen she had in her hand.
"Maura, what are you – stop pushing me!" Jane hissed as Maura gave her a shove forward.
"Get in there! Now! It's the only place I can talk to you privately at work!" Maura replied forcefully.
"Why do we need to talk privately?" she countered as she reluctantly complied. She stepped into the bathroom and flicked on the light. Maura stepped in behind her and shut the door, turning the lock.
Maura whipped around to face Jane. "We need to talk," she started.
"No shit, Maur. Kinda gathered that," Jane replied sarcastically. "But what I don't get is why the hell you have to shove me in here to have this conversation!"
"I can't deny it anymore, Jane," Maura whispered. "And I'm sick of you denying it, too."
"Deny what, Maura? What exactly are you denying? What exactly am I denying?
"For a detective, you aren't very observant sometimes, I'll have you know," came Maura's reply.
Jane clenched her jaw. "Deny what, Maura?!"
Maura reached forward and grabbed Jane's hand. "This, Jane," she replied as she placed Jane's hand over her heart. "I can't deny this anymore."
With her left hand, Maura hitched up her skirt simultaneously.
"Maura! What the – what are you doing?" Jane hissed.
Suddenly she took Jane's hand from over her heart and pressed it against her damp, but still fabric-covered center. "I can't deny this anymore either, Jane."
Jane jerked her hand away, like she'd been burned, and took a very large step backwards.
"I – I – Maura!"
Maura took a step toward Jane, which caused Jane to take yet another step back. Jane felt the sink pressing against lower back and Maura stepped forward again, leaving only inches between them.
"I know you feel it, too. I can tell it when you look at me. Why are you so afraid of this?"
Jane's breath quickened. "I can't, Maura. I just…I can't."
"Can't or won't?" Maura questioned.
Swallowing hard, Jane opened her mouth to reply, but Maura reached toward her again and she flinched. Instead, Maura placed her hand over Jane's heart.
"In your 36 years of life, has anyone else ever made you feel this way?" Maura asked. "I know I'm already there, Jane." She lightly patted her hand over Jane's heart and then suddenly moved it down to cup Jane between her legs. "Let me in there, too. Please."
Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm evil.