Chapter Two

Maura clenched her hands, which were shaking, to calm her jittery nerves. The back of her neck felt moist as sweat coated her skin. It suddenly felt like the temperature had shot up considerably. Jane was still busy with her food so she made a beeline for the cellar to retrieve one of her finest wines and a couple of beers. A little push from some liquid courage was exactly what she needed right now. The confidence that she so easily exuded on a daily basis was always shot to the ground when she was alone with her best friend. So the bottle of refined wine was her ticket to a successful night. "Care for some drinks?"

A slow grin stretched Jane's lips, "That's exactly what I need." She hurriedly cleared the contents of the Styrofoam container, tossed it in the trash and wiped the kitchen island clean of food particles while Maura set the bottles down. Jane threw her a look. "You know what? I'm hankering for something stronger. Have you got any vodka?"

The blonde paused and replied with uncertainty, "The only vodka I have is Balkan 176."

"I think I'll have that then." Jane furrowed her brows at her friend's expression, "What?"

"I have nothing against retrieving it… but drinking it is another story." She put the bottles into her fridge for the time being and stared at Jane, "It's vodka imported from Serbia with an alcohol content of 88%."

Jane's delicate brows shot up in surprise. More so at the fact that Maura, the one who complained about the burn in her throat from something over 20% alcohol, had such a poisonous bottle in her wake. "Have you opened it?"

"Jane." She said flatly, "Do you honestly expect me to drink such a thing?"

"We could change that." The brunette grinned and planted her hands on Maura's shoulders, "What's one night of stepping out of your comfort zone going to do? It's my first night back, so kick back with me."

Maura bit her lip and contemplated at her best friends proposition. The whole ordeal was stepping way over her comfort zone. She disliked drinking anything strong enough to have her lose control even in the slightest. One look at Jane's hopeful face was enough to push the doubt from her mind, so she smiled. "Only tonight." God help me.

While Jane did a goofy victory dance that originally started in the kitchen and ended up around the living room coffee table like a tribal ritual, Maura returned to the cold room and took hold of the clear bottle of vodka, inspecting it. The design was plain as can be, with a white label and simple typography with its name and contents printed in black ink. In a sense, the simplicity of it all emanated the toxic effects it could have on the inhibitions of whoever consumed it. With a sigh she headed back to find Jane staring at the plasma mounted on the wall.

"Why is it every time I turn your TV on, you have all sorts of mumbo jumbo playing?"

"For your information detective, that mumbo jumbo is quite enthralling." She replied, clearly offended.

The screen flashed with images of the ancient Greek jack-of-all-trades: Archimedes, with his many mathematical and scientific theories scribbled onto parchment. The narrator's British accent hummed quietly in the background as he explained the use of the many equations.

The brunette leaned on the back of the couch and stared at her with a hungry look, "I know a whole lot of other things that would enthrall you."

Whatever feelings of insult she had been experiencing was replaced by a tingle in between her legs. Jane just loved teasing her with all her subtle lines of seduction, which frustrated Maura because the detective never really went further than that. The one time in the morgue was the first and last time she had acted on anything. "I'm sure you do." She choked out, "Let's mix this into something and-"

Jane shook her head with a huge smile, "Now, now Dr. Isles. I think two straight shots will suffice. I'll have three because I just ate."

"Okay, this is going way too far. Jane, do you want me to die?"

Jane chuckled at how cute and distressed her best friend was and sauntered over to her. She boldly pushed the blonde to the counter and husked into her ear, "Do it for me."

She pulled away and Maura propped her elbows behind her onto the counter to balance herself, she closed her eyes and took a shaky deep breath as her resolve crumbled to pieces. What are you doing to me? Finally, she mustered up the courage and opened the bottle.

This will make everything way easier than a few glasses of wine. She chanted that over and over in her head as she poured the liquid into shot glasses. Just the smell of it had both women cringing. "If I die detective, it's on you."

"Cry me a river, baby." She winked and downed the shot. "Oh dear lord."

Tears brimmed her eyes at the burn it sent down her throat and all the way to her stomach lining. She did not drink it right and coughed at the prickling sensation in her chest and throat. Maura watched in horror, "How bad is it?"

"Very." Another cough, "I didn't drink it properly."

"There's a proper way to send yourself into a highly inebriated state?"

Already, her face felt a little warmer as the alcohol spread through her system. She was going to retort with one of her sarcastic remarks at the doctor's cluelessness, but felt that right now was not the right time. Instead, she filled up her shot glass again. "Yes there is. I'll teach you how it's done. Now pick yours up we're doing it together."

Maura eyed the shot glass and did what she was told.

"Now, the trick is to just hold your breath before you drink it and don't let it out until you've swallowed all of it. You'll feel the burn but it won't be as bad as when it's not done properly."

They brought the glass to their lips and the blonde felt the burn in her chest before she could expel the breath from her lungs. It was unpleasant but did not induce the same sort of coughing that Jane experienced. After her second shot (and Jane's final one) she found that it wasn't as horrible as she had thought it would be. The taste and smell was overpowering but other than that she was fine. They soon settled onto the couch and talked about Jane's undercover mission with a gang of robbers, who camped out in their getaway van for days before a big heist. She then explained that the men had such foul body odour that she'd opt to sleeping on top of the van, bundled up with sweaters to fight the temperature drop at night.

Somehow, to Maura's dismay, the conversation turned in the direction of Ian and his whereabouts. If she wasn't feeling so little light-headed (that was an understatement) she would have shifted uncomfortably under the brunette's inquisitive stare. "I haven't spoken to him since he left."

Jane stared her down with a serious look. Her face was flushed and her neck had turned a light shade of pink, "You want my honest opinion Maura? He's no good for you. If you wanted to, you could have men lining up at your door." Her speech was slurred. The alcohol was already working its dark magic.

Even through her impairment, Maura knew she had to kick things into gear and get things going. All her fears and worries were suppressed and a new boldness took over. "You're right, I should flaunt myself more." She pushed her chest out and watched Jane's eyes flick to her breasts that were in view underneath the thin fabric of her shirt and then travel upwards to meet her eyes.

"They'll be all over you in no time." Her voice had a gruff edge to it and her chocolate gaze turned into a lustful scowl.

The blonde knew that she had struck a nerve and decided she'd go on with the jealous Jane approach. Pushing the woman's buttons was an easy task in itself that needed a little amount of her effort, even when she was overly tipsy. Every time her best friend got fired up and roughhoused, she always found it overbearingly sexy and wanted nothing more for that intense energy to be focused on her body. Fantasies of being pinned against every known surface and being roughly dominated by the detective occupied her mind more than it should during her waking hours.

"But," Maura trailed her finger down the length of the detective's strong arm and suppressed her growing excitement, "I haven't found anyone that pleases me."

A mixture of confusion and desire played across Jane's features and she visibly clenched the cushion with both her hands. Her body went rigid at the blonde's advances that were also conflicting with her words. Maura knew that the other woman wasn't sure what to do, be angry or turned on. How about both, the blonde thought hopefully.

"You may just be too hard to please." Jane choked out. Her head was spinning and the close proximity of her best friend was gnawing at her insides.

"That's what they all say. What those men do just won't cut it. I have yet to find someone who can take total control of me." She slipped a finger under the hem of Jane's tank top and caressed the smooth skin of her side in small, teasing movements. The brunette shuddered at the light caress. She threw a leg over Jane, straddled her hips and brought her moist lips to her ear, "I need someone to fuck me until I've lost all sense." Her wetness seeped through her shorts and she was sure that the detective could feel it.

Her dark eyes bore into her own with such depth, "You don't know what you're asking for."

She ground her hips against her slowly causing Jane's hands to fly onto her waist, holding her in place. "Fuck me Jane."

Jane growled and grasped the back of her head roughly in her hand, bringing their faces dangerously close. Her dark and lustful gaze sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body and already wet centre. "I promise I won't be nice."

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