Chapter 2

I still own nothing, believe me. All mistakes are mine.

Readers, this chapter is entirely from Maura's point of view. I'm not going to be switching the point of views often, but I felt that the last three or so paragraphs in the last chapter needed explaining from Maura's perception. So, here it is. I hope this measures up to the last chapter. All idea's, comments and conductive criticism is very welcome.

Maura barely registered that Jane had left the room. She was still basking in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm that Jane had just given her. She lay on the bed with a very satisfied grin on her face. The next thing she heard was a loud, throaty moan coming from down the hallway. Maura instantly felt guilty. She had just had a mind-blowing orgasm, and in the heat of the moment, she had forgotten all about Jane's needs. She quickly extracted her sluggish body from the bed and found some of Jane's boxer shorts and a tank to quickly slip on before she went to investigate the source of the moans. Even though she already knew who they were coming from. As she was going to leave the bedroom to find Jane, she caught a view of herself in a wall hung mirror. Hickey's marred her once flawless neck and a bite mark was vividly apparent on her collarbone. Out of curiosity, Maura lifted up the hem of Jane's tank that she had borrowed. Two hand shaped bruises were in there early stages on both of her hips. Maura's felt another gush of arousal dripping from her core at the thought of being dominated by Jane. Jane, who she had always wanted, but was too scared to say anything to. She was terrified that Jane would freak out and run, then their friendship would be ruined. She didn't want to risk it. She could deal with loving Jane from a far. Wait, love? Maura thought. She knew she wanted Jane, on a sexual level, but love had only just entered the equation. And, If Jane only wanted her for a one night stand, then her feelings would stay in the dark. The would have to. Another loud moan pulled her out of her stupor and set her feet in motion. She opened the bedroom door and headed down the hallway to find Jane. She padded lightly, not wanting to disturb Jane, if she didn't want to be disturbed. But, she saw Jane on her couch with her back to Maura, obviously masturbating. Just as Maura was about to open her mouth to ask if Jane needed any help Jane growled.

"Why did I have to be a fucking chick?"

Maura was instantly taken back. What does Jane mean by that? She has always seemed quite comfortable with her gender around me. She is possessive and controlling, but isn't that a 'cop thing'?

"Agh, come on!" Maura heard Jane growl to herself. Jane was obvious to Maura's presence in the room and Maura was battling the desire to make her presence known, and help Jane out and her desire to watch Jane masturbate. It was arousing Maura, and she could feel Jane's boxers becoming damp between the legs and a persistent throbbing in her core. She could see Jane was getting more and more frustrated, and she nearly walked over to her. She had a sudden urge to feel Jane, to taste her, because she had just realized that in the heat of the moment, she had not touched Jane's sex or breast's once. But, every time I tried to touch her, she pushed me away. Realization hit her like a slap in the face. Jane didn't even want me to touch her. That's why she pushed me away, and wouldn't let me pleasure her. That's why she's masturbating now. Because she's that disgusted in me. She's disgusted that we just had sex. But, I'm not that repulsive, am I? Maura was about to slink back down the hallway, hurt and confused when Jane got up and crossed the room. Maura backtracked a bit so Jane wouldn't see her. She was now confused by Jane. Why didn't she just finish herself off on the couch? Then she spotted the dildo and harness that Jane had used on her only ten minutes ago sitting on the kitchen island. Ohh, she can't get off by herself. Well, that's normal, some female's experia... Maura was complete thrown of her train of thought as she saw the look of sheer repulsion on her friend's face as she watched as Jane picked it up and slide the dildo from the harness. Jane widen her legs and braced herself with one arm on the island. The look of pain and conviction broke Maura's heart as Jane thrusted into herself. Tear's began to flow down Jane's face as she grunted. Maura knew Jane wouldn't even realize she was crying, because she knew Jane would consumed by her battle for release against her complete and utter aversion to the dildo in her hand. Maura could hear Jane's breathing quicken, her moans become more frequent. She saw Jane hunch over, her face contorting as she came, ejaculating all over the islands wall. Jane swiftly removed the dildo from her body, slammed it down on the counter and sunk to the ground in shame riddled pleasure. Her body shook with her orgasm. She stretched her long body out and closed her eye's. Maura looked away. She couldn't watch anymore. She felt remorseful over her earlier internal comments. It wasn't that Jane didn't want her to touch her. It was because she was so insecure with her body she just couldn't let anybody touch her. That would explain Jane's distaste for hugs. Maura mused. She felt sympathetic toward's Jane, even though she knew Jane would never allow her pity. How come she never told me that she felt so insecure? Why did she not open up and tell me that she hated being touched? Does she not trust me enough? Or maybe she just bury's it so deeply within herself that she can't bring herself to talk about it? Does she dislike being female? She hasn't shown any really prominent signs of gender dysphoria before. Maura lost track of time in her thoughts and eventually, she saw Jane stir. She got up and eyed her ejaculate in distaste. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she ran to the sink and vomited violently. Maura stepped back into the doorway, watching Jane. Watched as she vomited at the sight of something so feminine. Watched as Jane cleaned up, hurriedly. She could only stare back at Jane when she choked out her name. Maura couldn't get the shocked look of her face. It was as if the wind had changed and her facial expression was stuck. She just stood in front of Jane, with her mouth agape as tried to come up with a sentence that would calm the both of them down. Failing drastically, she crossed the room and drew Jane into her arms.

"It's going to be okay" she whispered into Jane's ear as she rubbed soothing circles on Jane's still naked back. Jane pulled back to look at Maura, then broke down completely.

TBC