NOTE:
**This chapter rated M for explicit adult scenes – (no violence or profanity)
*(Reference to Angela assumes she no longer lives in Maura's guest-house.)
A less 'elated', but still excited Jane, arrived at Maura's house around 8:30 Thursday evening to spend the night, and leave together for the airport the following afternoon.
Maura momentarily felt in the midst of a practical joke as Jane came in carrying the yellow plastic bag "luggage" Maura had given her a few months before. "Oh," she said, her eyes following their progress through her foyer. "You brought those."
"Yes. You have a problem? You gave them to me!"
"No..no problem," Maura replied, still wearing a concerned expression. Then, changing that expression to a happy smile she said, "If anything they'll be a conversation-piece."
"I sure hope we can find more interesting things to talk about, than.. this," Jane called over her shoulder, as she made her way to Maura's bedroom, with her plastic-bag 'haz-mat' luggage. Maura followed her.
"I don't suppose you need to unpack much since we're leaving tomorrow," Maura called from the linen closet. Coming back into the bedroom she found Jane stripped to her underwear, and changing into a T-shirt and a pair of sweat pants; (Maura was similarly attired in a designer version of the same outfit.).
The yellow bags again catching her eye, "Good thing we're flying private. We'll have to get you something a heck of a lot more..appropriate, the next time you're flying commercial.
"So, for dinner...what shall we have?" Maura called behind her as she left the bedroom for the kitchen.
And within half an hour they had pulled together a tasty, healthy, and colourful dinner from left-overs. They both had wine. And after dinner, they both had beer, while watching TV. (After Maura had taken a few too many sips of Jane's, she was sent to into the kitchen to get her own.)
During dinner they chatted about various things: Jane shared a few more details about the case they had just completed. They talked about where in Canada they had both already been; Jane, to Niagara Falls as a kid, and the Calgary Stampede while in her teens. Maura had attended a conference in Ottawa a few years before she met Jane, and flown out of Gander, Newfoundland on her way to Iceland in her 20s.
"Have you told your mother that you're going away for the weekend," Maura asked out of idle curiosity.
"No, but I told Frankie. I'll try Ma at home after dinner. This afternoon, and after work, was waayy too busy to set myself up for an interrogation."
Reflecting on her use of the word 'interrogation', "I swear, I don't know why we don't sometimes put Ma in to question the suspects."
Maura laughed. "Might result in a high incidence of false-confessions, just to get her to stop!"
"No kidding! 'OK, OK I'm guilty! Whatever it is, I did it!'" Jane parodied, and they both cracked up! Jane continued. "But to be fair, she seems to have mellowed a bit lately. Anyway, tell me more about these guys".
Maura began. "Robert is old-money, as it's called. His family founded the town of Kynaston Park, Massachusetts over 200 years ago. I don't know them personally, but I know of them. They're very philanthropic. His mother is a history professor at Smith, and his father is a publisher. Compared to some 'old money', they're very down-to-earth, and pretty liberal; or I suppose they'd never tolerate Robert's..lifestyle."
Jane looked puzzled, but before she could clarify what that meant, Maura continued. "Robert's a real computer genius. He once said that he'd hacked into the MI6 mainframe, but he was obviously joking..at least I hope he was!
"Richard has a small chain of para-legal offices in a couple east-coast cities, including Boston. I think Richard's parents run a micro-brewery outside Boston.
And as I said, they're both former Olympians!..Robert and Richard, that is. I don't know all the details, but we have a whole weekend to get it 'from the horse's mouth'."
"As long as they don't turn out to be horse's asses," Jane (badly) joked.
"Jane! That's not fair. I'm sure they're both very nice guys. I think we're going to have lots of fun with them!"
"I look forward to us having lotsa fun with each other," Jane replied with a wink and a seductive smile, as she touched her wine glass to Maura's.
"Our weekend fun can begin tonight," Maura replied, with a dimpled smile that lit up her eyes.
Round midnight, Jane lay on her side, facing the empty side of the bed. Pulling the super-soft, high-thread-count sheets around her naked body, with an arm resting on her side outside the sheet, she sighed in appreciation of the cozy, luxurious nest. She breathed in the freshness of the bed linens, and the pine and lemon, almost medicinal, fragrance of the potted eucalyptus tree in the corner of Maura's bedroom.
These sensations alone were blissful, but this was Maura's bed, and that bliss would become pure and intense once she had that vibrant body and soul of her desire, communing with her between these sheets!
"Mauraa!" she shouted, half impatient, half pleading! "When are ya comin' to bed?"
"I'll be there in a minute. I'm just applying my moisturizer."
"I can moisturize you myself," Jane called out suggestively.
"If we were having a contest to see who could come up with the worse double entendres, you'd be winning," came Maura's rejoinder.
Jane giggled. And less than a minute later Maura came out of the bathroom still wearing her short terry cloth robe, open with nothing underneath. As she sat on the bed with her back to Jane, setting her alarm clock, Jane sidled up and started pulling the robe off her shoulders and down her back, kissing every inch as she exposed it.
Though more than a little distracted, Maura finished setting the alarm, turned off the bed-side lamp, then turned around to face Jane, shrugging her robe off onto the floor, as she slipped under the covers.
When Maura had gotten comfortable, Jane snuggled up against her, and they wrapped their arms around each other in a semi-reclining embrace. After gazing into each others eyes for enough time to read pure adoration and happiness, they began a long, slow, kiss, at times relaxed, at times intense and forceful. They kissed for more than 5 minutes without really stopping, running the tips of their tongues along each others lips and teeth, their tongues playing with each other.
Their bodies moved and shifted together sensuously making skin feel warm and silky from head to toe. Physical intimacy was still only a few weeks old for Jane and Maura, yet they both knew, if it lasted a lifetime, it would never get old! In ever-growing delight and awe of each others bodies, they were two fine specimens of womanhood, (even if they did say so themselves).
Then after a few more minutes of passionately planting kisses on each others necks, shoulders, backs and fronts, they rested with both their heads on the same pillow. Maura lay on her back with eyes closed as Jane lay on her side facing her, and lightly moving her fingertips around Maura's chest, stomach and thighs. In response, Maura was mostly deep sighs; but every few seconds she twitched.
"Do you find this relaxing?" Jane asked softly.
"Yes, mostly..except that sometimes you hit my ticklish points."
"I must pay attention to where those ticklish points are, in case I ever need to know", Jane replied mischievously.
With eyes still closed, Maura grinned and said, "Remember, two can play that game." Remaining on her back she crooked the arm nearest Jane around her neck.
Jane smiled and continued her exploration moving her fingers over Maura's vulva area, straying down between her legs to brush her middle finger on the tip of her clitoris.
"Ahhhh Ohhh!", Maura groaned, inhaling and exhaling quickly. "Now that's definitely not 'relaxing', Jane!".
This was fun! The very waywardness of what they were doing, had become a deliciously guilty pleasure for Jane. More aroused with each passing minute, she wanted Maura a lot less relaxed, all in, and on fire with desire!
Jane ran her hand between Maura's legs again, in a slow repeated motion, making sure that she caught the tip of Maura's clitoris again and again and again! With sighs and moans getting longer and deeper, Maura's legs kept closing tightly on Jane's hand, as Jane continued her ruthless stimulation. Jane positioned herself to have her other hand lightly flitting between both Maura's nipples, as she continued stimulating below.
Without interrupting Jane's rhythm, Maura now sat up, and leaning back against her headboard put with her legs on either side of Jane's hips, as Jane sat in front of her with knees under Maura's. Jane kept her hands moving, ever encouraged and excited by Maura's moaning, twisting, arching back, and fingers tightening on her shoulder. Maura was close to a climax, and Jane was excited just by inducing it!
Maura's right hand moved down to Jane's hip, and a few seconds later, with her nails suddenly digging in, "Aahhh! wwhhho! Ah! Ah! Oh!..My God! Jaaane!" Maura cried out, exhaling loudly, then breathing in and out several times, heavily and quickly.
At this point, Jane swung her legs over Maura's to straddle her semi reclining, and bring their centres as close together as possible. Her left arm hooked around Maura's neck, and her right around Maura's waist, as she pulled her into a tight embrace, captured her mouth, and kissed her wildly.
Moving back up into a kneeling position they shifted to straddle each other with one leg outside, and one between the others, each pressing pubic areas against the others thigh, and stimulating themselves to a positively punishing level of pleasure.
Clutched together they kissed each others lips, cheeks and jawlines, moaning and sighing until they finally went limp, leaning against each other, damp, exhausted and euphoric!
Then they sank down to their pillows, laughing with pleasure, and for a few moments still reaching over to caress each other with feeble, random, movements.
Within minutes Maura had rolled over on top of Jane to capture her lips again with still unspent desire. Jane's arms went around her as she felt her centre rejuvenating, tingling, aching to be touched again!
Then moving lower, Maura wrapped her hands around Jane's breasts, and sucked her nipples vigorously, sometimes lightly taking them between her teeth. Jane moaned deeply, and repeatedly gasped her name as she clutched Maura's upper arms, occasionally running her hands and nails in a massaging motion over her back.
Maura took her lips lower to kiss Jane's abdomen, moving down between her legs, running her tongue around Jane's clitoris, and her hand over her vulva. Jane moaned. "Ohh..sweetie..Oh whaaow!"
"Jane..Mmm..Jane..Oh God, I love you!"
Maura continued kissing Jane along her sides, her shoulders, and back again on and around her breasts, before straddling her. Taking Jane's breasts in her hands, and leaning down to leave short teasing kisses on her lips. As Jane pulled Maura's down on her, one of those kisses stretched out..lusty and joyful, both moaning playfully.
Finally exhausted, in a laughing gasp for air, Maura sank down, resting her head on Jane's chest, her arms on either side of Jane's body. "Jane, you've worn me out!"
"I've worn you out?!" Jane said, laughing, still breathing heavily as she started playing with Maura's hair, and caressing her shoulders and back.
After several minutes with nothing but the sound of their breathing and contented sighing, Maura asked drowsily, "Jane, 'ny history..breast cancer..your family?"
"Maur, seriously?" Her tone incredulous, her voice soft.
Maura yawned, and continued, "..'merican Canc' S'iety..this year, two hun-jed thous'n new cases.. invasive breast cancer..diagnos' in women. We not..at-risk age...hope you get... screen... ev'ry... couple years...'romise me, Jane"
"Sweetie, you sure know how to kill the mood," Jane intoned, half-jokingly, as she continued to run her fingertips over Maura's forehead and temples.
"G'night, Jane..falling 'sleep now..love you.."
Moving her head to kiss the one lying on her chest, Jane said softy, "I promise, Dr Isles. And I love you too."
Jane pulled the covers up around them, and she too soon drifted to sleep, blissfully relaxed by the sound of Maura's steady breathing, the hum of the distant traffic, and the gentle breeze rustling through the newly budding trees in the mild Spring night.