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Jane:
Here I am, it's 3 AM and I'm being called to come escort you home. How did you manage to slip away from us when we all retired home? I'd offered you to go to the Dirty Robber with us, but you simply declined. When you said you wouldn't go, I decided not to go either. You said you had something important you needed to deal with. Now, I know what it was. For the life of me, I can't figure out why you're in here, Maur. Did you come here because it's different from the Robber? Is it because the drinks are better? No one knows you here? I'm not here? There's room to dance? Or is it because you wanted to experiment? What was it that you wanted to try here? I know you can't be a lesbian, Maur. You told me that Ian was the love of your life. Ian. You remember Ian, right? He's a male. With male genetalia. Guess you don't because you're all over that brunette woman.
I see the way you're all over her, and it makes me so angry I can spit. Your hands all rubbing her, everywhere. The place is almost empty. It'd been so hard to even get in here with everyone leaving. But, here you are, making out with some complete stranger. A stranger that's probably just as drunk as you.
"Maura," I say, firmly. You don't answer. "Maura." I try again but you still don't answer. I clear my throat as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. Somehow this pulled your attention away from the breathtaking brunette. Not half bad, I think to myself before you can even say anything.
"Jane," You're stumbling to me now. I catch you in my arms. God your breath smells of pure alcohol. "Jane, you're so pretty." You whisper. I know you're drunk because you have this goofy smile on your face. The smile I get to see when you either made a really stupid joke and I laugh just to make you think you did good. Or when you've had a few too many glasses of wine.
"I gotta get you home," I say to you, trying to steady you. "C'mon." I groan when you're putting all of your weight on me. I think about just dragging out of the joint but then I'd mess up your clothes and you'll kill me in the morning. Instead, I help you stumble to my car. When I finally get you inside, which believe me was not an easy task, you immediately turn on the radio.
"I miss the music!" You yell. You start waving your arms around and I try to just ignore you as I drive you home. Then I feel your fingers on my thigh. You turned the music down at one point but I really had just tuned you out. "Jane." You beg for my attention. I turn to you.
"Huh?" I lose my train of thought when your hand starts rubbing my thigh.
"Do you know how attractive you are?" You ask.
I shrug. "I mean..." I thought for a moment. "I turn a few heads every once in a while." There's no need to tell you that I pay more attention to all of those women who are attracted to you. I never take the a second glance to the ones that actually do show me attention. None of them are you, Maur. None of them are you.
"I can't ever get over how beautiful you are." You hiccup before your sentence is even over with. I laugh. "What's so funny?"
"Are you always this touchy when you're drunk?" I say, shaking my leg to emphasize. "Maur, why were you at a gay bar?"
"I don't know." You shrug. We're at your house now. I frown because my time with you is almost up.
"Why did you have them call me?" I ask. I'm sure you have other friends. Okay, maybe not. I'm sure you have other people you'd rather have come get you at three in the morning.
"Because I love you." You slur. "I thought you knew that."
"You tell me every blue moon." I chuckle as I unbuckle your seat belt. You start pushing my hands away.
"Jane," You stare me down. I sigh. "Jane, I kissed you."
"No." You must've thought that brunette was me. "You kissed a complete stranger, Maur."
You pout for a moment, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "Oh." I laugh again because you look so cute. I nod, pretending to feel sorry for you as I help you out of the car. You start stumbling again, this time taking me with you. I stop us from falling when we get to your front door. I use the key you gave me for emergencies only. You smile, happy to finally be home again. I didn't see Ma's car in the driveway. For a moment I'm worried about where she is but then I remember she's crashing Frankie's. I think she said something about Tommy snoring.
"Get me out of these clothes." You say, pulling at your shirt. You're not being careful with it because it looks like you already ripped part of it. I frown cause you'll probably blame that on me in the morning. The shirt looks really expensive, Maura. I sigh as I pull the shirt off of you. Normally, you're doing this for me. When I get too drunk because I'm haunted by Hoyt. Normally this is your job. What happened, Maur? I hear you taking your jeans off, so I back away. It looks like you need help stepping out of them so I aid you with that too. You fall back on the bed, taking me with you.
"Sorry," I whisper trying to get up but I feel your arms around me, trying to keep me close. "What are you doing?"
"You're so beautiful." Is all you say.
"You're crazy." Again I try to pull away but as soon as I'm close to getting away from you, our lips are pressed together. I pull away immediately. "I'm so so sorry!" I stand up and step away from you as far as possible, until I run my back into the wall.
"Jane," You laugh. "I kissed you."
"You did?" How didn't I notice that? I'd been wanting to kiss you. Hell, Maura, since the day I've met you I've wanted to kiss you. "Oh." I know you can't see me that well because all of the lights are off in your room. The only light we have is from the moonlit sky. How romantic.
"I want to do it again." You say, not really giving me a choice. I feel your hand reaching for mine so I grab it. You pull me to you. I don't want you to kiss me again. I don't want to be led on, Maura. I think you know how I feel about you. We just never discuss it because you're so nice. You know that I value our friendship more than anything so you don't let my feelings get in the way. I thank you for that.
I feel your lips on me again, but this time they're on my neck. They're working their way up to my lips. First they start at the bottom of my neck, then to the side, then on my jaw, then on my chin, then on my lips. While you're working on my mouth, you use the hand you grabbed earlier to guide me to your breasts. I didn't know you'd taken your bra off. Honestly. I feel your nipple against my palm. It's already hard. As soon as my skin made contact with yours, I hear you moan in my mouth. I smile. I've always wanted to be the reason for that, Maur. I used to only dream of what I'm doing to you right now.
Your hand makes mine rub against your nipple. I lower myself on top of you, resting between your legs. Jeez, Maura, when did you get rid of your underwear? How hadn't I heard you getting rid of all of this in the dark?
"We can't." I whisper as I pull away from you.
"I want to." You say. "You always give me what I want. I want this, Jane." Your other hand is on my other hand, guiding it to your pussy. I feel how wet it is and I can't deny you any longer. I slide two fingers into your pussy, starting to pump them, slowly. I can hear you moaning, begging for more. I apply pressure to your clit with my thumb but it still doesn't seem like it's enough for you because you're still begging.
I kiss your nipple, taking it in my mouth. "Jane..." You breathe. I thought you were going to say something else, tell me that I'd been doing it wrong. But, I guess I'm doing it right because you're moaning so much. I can't help but smile. I can't help but try to remember as much as I could. I'm soaking in this, Maura. Your fingers are running through my hair and I'm pulling at your nipples with my teeth. I wonder if I'm being too rough with you but I don't care. I know that you're liking it because you're to the point of screaming. I kind of feel bad for you neighbors. Hell, I kind of feel bad for Tommy if he's home.
"Fuck me," You're moving your hips with my fingers. I can tell that I found your g-spot because your hips bucked against me. "Yes! Right there! More!" You scream. I try to comply by giving you all that you ask for. I apply more pressure to your spot as I add another finger. Your nails are digging into my back. Somehow you lifted my shirt enough just to get to the skin. It hurts but I don't care. I'm high from the scent of your arousal. You wrap your legs around me, locking them together by your ankles. This makes it a little harder to fuck you but I'm managing just fine.
I decide it's time to cover your screams before someone calls the cops on us. I kiss you, swallowing your screams for you. You're okay with it because your tongue is wrestling with mine. I think you want dominance somehow in this. I'm already fucking you senseless so you have to win somehow, right? I can feel the resistance from your clenching walls. I work through it until I feel them clench completely around my fingers.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You scream, pulling away from my mouth. Your teeth clamp to my neck as you ride out your orgasm. I help you by rubbing my thumb against your clit. When I feel that you've had enough and that you're too sensitive now, I pull my fingers away and you whimper. I smile and kiss your lips softly. I don't want this night to end but I see how sleepy you are in your eyes.
"Goodnight." I whisper to you. I think I saw you smile. I didn't expect this to happen, Maura. I never expected any of this to happen. Not that I regret it or anything. Trust me. It's the most amazing night of my life. I'll never have a night like this with anyone else. No one will ever measure up to how great you were, even though you didn't touch me, I feel like I'm feeling the afterglow.
I'm the first to wake up. I can hear your even breathing. Your hair is all over your face. I smile to myself, but then I remember what woke me up in the first place. I really have to pee. I try to carfully get off of you and I think it worked because you don't even move. I walk to your bathroom and close the door behind me. I look at the mark you left on my neck. After I flush the toilet and wash my hands, I look at the marks you left on my back. I pull my shirt back down. You're awake when I return. You're covering yourself with your blanket and pinching the bridge of your nose. Uh oh.
"What happened?" You ask without looking at me.
"You got really drunk." I can hear my voice shaking.
"Why am I naked?" You look around. "We didn't...did we?"
For a moment, I thought you might have actually felt the same way about me as I do for you. For a moment, I thought you were in love with me. I thought you got yourself so drunk that you couldn't lie to me about your feelings any longer. I don't know what I was thinking, Maur. I can see the look on your face. It tells me you feel guilty, that you feel like you made a big mistake. It tells me that you don't feel the way I feel about you at all, and you never will. Last night was something that shouldn't have happened. It was something that you'll never remember. I cup my neck to hide the bite mark, then I shake my head. I hear you sigh in relief before grabbing your robe. I feel my chest clenching and my throat closing up. I grab my shoes to get out of your room as quickly as possible. I hear you calling my name but I feel too sick to answer. I'll lie to you later at work when we're in the morgue. I'll tell you that I didn't hear you or that I forgot I left the stove on at home and had to hurry.
I'll make up some lie that you'll believe. Because the truth is, I just had the most amazing night of my life. With the love of my life. And, she'll never love me back. She'll never remember it. She'll never be able to understand just how difficult it is to be her best friend. I love you, Maura Isles. I'll always love you.
AN: Please review, let me know what you think.