Three weeks had gone by, and even though Jane was initially embarrassed, the feeling quickly faded. Maura had been acting like nothing had happened, almost to Jane's dismay. The detective couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, even though she couldn't put her finger on the reason why. She had told herself enough times that she wasn't attracted to Maura that way, and it was now clear Maura wasn't interested in pushing it further.
Jane pushed the morgue doors open. She was out of breath and her hair was a mess. Maura looked up from her microscope and couldn't repress a soft chuckle. She immediately looked around to point out her assistants in the room.
"Hello Detective, can I help you?"
A desperate look on her face, Jane pointed her chin to the locker room door.
Maura tilted her head at Jane, a smirk on her lips. Jane gave her an urgent glare, a warning that she wasn't in the mood to play. Maura complied and followed Jane into the small room, locking the door behind her. Jane continued along until she reached the opposite wall, and she turned around to face the doctor.
"I'm glad you didn't ruin your shirt this time."
"Maura!" Jane whined through her teeth. Her eyes were a silent apology, then a desperate request.
Jane started undoing her belt and unbuttoning her pants. Maura stepped forward, and Jane grabbed her friend's hand. She pushed it frantically inside her underwear and her head fell back against the wall with a soft thud when it made contact with her clit.
Maura pushed into Jane's folds, and gasped at the wetness that greeted her. She felt Jane tugging at her wrist to get started. Her fingers went to work, stroking Jane's clit in tight circles. Jane was pushing her hips into the touch, her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing carefully controlled so she'd stay quiet. She was still holding Maura's wrist in a vice-like grip, and was guiding it down.
Maura tucked her head into the side of Jane's neck and whispered to her.
"What do you want?"
Jane only hesitated for a breathless second. "I... want you... inside."
Without answering, Maura slid her fingers down and entered Jane's drenched opening. She hooked her fingers inside and pushed up, feeling Jane's walls push back in response.
Jane clenched her teeth hard, barely catching a whimper in her throat. She was thrusting her hips forward and back, grinding against Maura's hand. She could hear the wet sloshing sounds inside her pants, and she wondered if Maura's assistants could hear it too. Not that she cared. She could only focus on the impending orgasm, so close now she could taste it in her mouth. She bit her lower lip as she felt it rear up, and she pushed on Maura's wrist one more time.
The climax crashed though her, wiping away all her thoughts and frustration. Her body jerked up for several seconds, her mouth open and her lungs burning up from the lack of air. She took a few careful breaths as she came down, riding out the last spasms that lingered under Maura's touch.
Jane let her head fall onto Maura's shoulder as she recovered. Maura stroked her hair gently, and kissed her temple. She pulled her hand free and Jane finally let go of her wrist.
"Sorry, it's probably going to leave a bruise..."
Maura shrugged and took a step back. She looked up at Jane, like she was going to say something. But she just smiled and headed to the sink to wash her hands.
Jane watched her friend's back for a couple of seconds, then turned around to go wipe herself in the bathroom stall. By the time she came out, Maura was back at work in the morgue. The detective felt an unfamiliar pang in the pit of her stomach as she walked by her friend, and back up to the bullpen.