Chapter Three:
Maura's attempts at getting work done failed miserably for the rest of the day. Her mind was completely preoccupied with Jane's discovery of her 'little project' and the promises the detective had made. No one knew about their relationship yet, but that would change if Maura couldn't even concentrate at work. She had already received two "are you all right, Dr. Isles?", a "Maura, do you need me to repeat that?", and a "maybe you should head home early today..."
A hesitant assistant that was helping her wipe down the 'dead people table', as the detectives called it, delivered the last comment. Instead of becoming irritated, Maura let out a sigh of resignation. "I think I will," she said, more to herself than the assistant. Jane was at home, so that was where she needed to be, too.
The drive to Jane's apartment seemed to take longer than usual. Maura tried to convince herself that it was the afternoon rush hour traffic, a phenomenon she usually avoided by staying at work late into the evening, but part of her wondered if the suggestive promises Jane had made earlier that day were just making her impatient. She let out a ragged breath of relief when she finally found a parking space near Jane's building, and she wasted no time making her way inside.
Maura stopped in the hall outside Jane's door and ran her hands over her skirt, smoothing out any wrinkles that had developed during the drive over as she tried to calm her suddenly racing heart. There was nothing particularly new about this evening, she and Jane had been intimate on countless occasions before, both with and without the toy she was sure Jane had been alluding to in her text, but she was still anxious.
She frowned as she considered her current state and decided that anxious wasn't entirely correct, and that maybe anticipatory was a more apt description.
Because, while being intimate was nothing new to their relationship, she had never been forced to sit through an entire afternoon of work knowing what was going to happen later. She may have had inklings before, but never an outright promise of what was to come like she had been forced to deal with today.
And, as she flashed through the day's mistakes, she was not entire sure she had dealt with it well.
She licked her lips and fingered the key to Jane's apartment on her key-ring, debating whether or not to let herself in or knock. What was the appropriate protocol when one knew their lover had all but outright promised to fuck them that evening?
Unfortunately, the decision was taken away from her when a voice called out from the other side of the door. "Maura, I can hear you lurking out there. I gave you that key for a reason. Come in."
Maura flinched, glad that Jane couldn't see how much the comment had startled her. With a trembling hand, she fumbled through the keys on her ring until she found the correct one and slid it into the lock, blushing a little as the action reminded her of another familiar motion - one that she would hopefully experience very soon, if she didn't give herself a nervous breakdown first.
A truly delicious sight greeted the medical examiner when she opened the door: Jane, wearing nothing but a pair of comfy track pants and a tank top, her hair hanging wet around her shoulders. She had obviously just gotten out of the shower, and Maura was a little disappointed that she hadn't arrived in time to join her. But perhaps Jane would work up enough of a sweat in the next few hours to require another one?
Maura's eyes grew a little wider and her skin felt a little warmer as Jane stepped towards her, arms reaching out to settle comfortably around Maura's waist and pull her closer. "Well hey there, my budding author," she teased, causing Maura to try and step back out of the embrace.
"You don't need to look quite so amused," she snapped, trying to sound at least a little bit frustrated, but she suspected that Jane saw right through the act.
Jane smiled and pulled Maura back towards her so that their hips were pressed together tightly. "Aww, Maur, there's no reason to be embarrassed," she murmured as she leaned in to lay a slow, wet kiss to the sensitive hollow beneath the blonde's ear. "I find the whole thing rather… sexy."
Maura let out a soft sigh at the feeling of Jane's lips upon her neck and reached up to grasp the brunette's arms in an attempt to steady herself. "You do?" she asked softly.
"Mmm," Jane confirmed as she began pressing, soft, lingering kisses over the line of Maura's jaw until she was able to brush her lips ever so lightly over the blonde's. "I do."
Maura whimpered softly and tipped her head forward, searching for Jane's lips with her own – wanting the return of that caress, wanting to taste her lover's lips, needing to feel Jane's mouth upon her body once more. She wanted, needed, so much, and yet was unable to do more than utter a ragged, "Jane."
Jane smiled against Maura's lips. "Hmm?" she hummed as she closed that final distance separating them and claimed the blonde's lips in a deep, deliberate kiss. A low moan rumbled in the back of Maura's throat as Jane pushed her tongue through the blonde's parted, welcoming lips. She automatically tightened her grip on Maura's hips as the ME tilted her head and opened her mouth wider, deepening the kiss to the point that it was no longer one of affection, but one of pure, unadulterated desire. Need. Want.
Finally, their pelvises met, and Maura gasped at the unexpected contact. She didn't pull away, however, and arched into the pressure instead, past the point of being embarrassed or shy. She had been on edge all day, and only Jane's touch, Jane's hands on her, Jane's soothing voice murmuring in her ear would satisfy her. "Jane," Maura couldn't help but repeat, her lover's name falling easily from her kiss-swollen mouth.
Although Maura's lip-gloss had long since been kissed away, Jane thought that the taste of the medical examiner was delicious enough on its own. When she heard her name, she forced herself to abandon Maura's lips and whispered against her cheek. "I love it when you say my name..."
"You do?" Maura said breathlessly, working her hands underneath Jane's shirt and trying to pull it out of the way. She didn't want any barriers between them, and the sooner their clothes were removed, the better.
"It's like an 'I love you' just for me..."
The simple, tenderhearted reassurance behind those words made the last of Maura's doubts disappear. She should have known she could trust Jane. Jane loved her, and even though the detective was slightly uncomfortable with displaying her emotions, she frequently went out of her way to remind Maura just how cherished and adored she was. Jane allowed Maura to remove her shirt, revealing her breasts without the protection of a bra, and the blonde's eyes zeroed in on the pointed tips.
Maura licked her lips and ducked her head, leaning down to take a delicious nipple into her mouth. "Jane," she murmured as she surrounded the dark tip with her mouth.
"Maura," Jane moaned as Maura's tongue laid a broad, flat lick across her nipple before sucking it greedily between hungry lips. Needing something to hang on to, she tangled her hands in Maura's hair, holding the blonde to her for the briefest of moments before she began tugging lightly, silently urging her lover higher again. While she was enjoying the feeling of Maura's mouth upon her body, she had other plans for the evening. She had promised Maura that she would be wearing something besides clothes.
With a small dose of regret, she urged Maura's mouth away from her breast, using her hold on the doctor's hair to guide that talented, talented mouth back toward her own. Maura allowed herself be pulled into the kiss, but when she realized that Jane was slowly drifting away, she began to whimper in protest. "Jane," she panted, reaching out for her lover as the detective backed out of reach. "Come here..."
"No. I think we should finish this in the bedroom."
Normally, Maura would have agreed to that suggestion, but at the moment, she was too excited to care where they made love as long as they got started. Her body was practically screaming for it, and she wasn't ashamed to beg. "Please..."
Jane took her lover's hand and brought it to her lips, kissing her knuckles while Maura's other hand attempted to reach for Jane's naked breasts. "I made you a promise, beautiful, and I intend to keep it."
"What?" Maura asked, too distracted by the sight of her half-clothed lover to remember what promise Jane was referring to.
"You don't remember?" Jane gently began pulling the medical examiner down the hall in the direction of their bedroom. "I promised you that I'd be wearing something special when you got here, but I didn't exactly have time to put it on. Maybe you'd like to help me with it?"
Maura's eyes grew large as she remembered what Jane was talking about. Suddenly, the sixty seconds it would take to go to the bedroom didn't seem like too much of an obstacle... but that didn't mean she was going to wait around forever. Freshly inspired, the medical examiner began dragging Jane down the hall instead of vice versa, suddenly eager to get into the bedroom.
Jane laughed and allowed Maura to pull her down the hall. She couldn't help but smile as she watched the blonde hurry over to the nightstand where they kept the accessory in question, and the detective licked her lips appreciatively as her eyes raked over the doctor's curves. When Maura turned around to face her, she felt her breath hitch in her throat at the need, the hunger she could see swirling in her lover's lust-darkened eyes.
Maura let the toy dangle from her fingertips as she sashayed back to where Jane was waiting for her. "These," she slipped her thumbs inside the waistband of Jane's track pants, "need to come off."
Jane nodded. "They do," she agreed. "I thought I'd let you help with that as well."
Maura shook her head and smiled as she lowered herself to her knees. "Must I always do everything, Jane?" she asked as she began tugging the pants down over her lover's hips.
"No," Jane murmured, running her fingers through Maura's hair as she lifted first her right foot, and then her left as Maura slid the pants off.
Maura sighed contentedly at the feeling of Jane's fingers threading through her hair and gently massaging her scalp. She leaned in to lay a single, slow kiss to Jane's stomach, nuzzling the firm, soft flesh with her cheek for a moment before she pulled back to retrieve the toy. The burning heat low in her hips flared as she helped Jane into the harness, her body already tensing in expectation of what was to come. "You are so beautiful, Jane," she murmured as she finished attaching the harness to her lover.
Jane smiled down at her lover, stroking Maura's hair as the kneeling ME slid the straps into place with efficiency and skill. However, that didn't prevent her from pausing to run her hands up and down Jane's thighs from knee to hip. "You're beautiful," Jane insisted, returning the blonde doctor's compliment with one of her own. Maura grabbed the hand that was toying with her hair and held it with both hands, pressing kisses to each of Jane's fingertips before sucking the detective's index finger into her mouth and wrapping her tongue around it, a preview of sorts. "... I stand corrected. What you are is a tease."
"A tease?" the medical examiner repeated, her voice an octave lower than normal and slightly breathy. "Not yet." And then, Maura proceeded to put on a show that rendered Jane speechless. Slowly, she trailed her hand up and down the length of the shaft from base to tip, making sure that Jane was watching while she did so. Technically, Maura knew that Jane couldn't really feel anything except a slight rocking pressure where the seat of the harness rubbed against her - plastic didn't have any sensitive nerve endings to stimulate - but she also knew exactly which visual cues to give, which words to whisper, in order to make Jane forget that. If she did her job right, the detective would feel everything that Maura decided to do.
Dipping her head, she kissed the head of the shaft, only pausing to glance up into warm brown eyes before wrapping her lips around it. "Mmmm," she moaned as she sucked the length of the toy deep into her mouth.
Jane moaned in return as she watched Maura's mouth slide up and down over the cock, the blonde's low, throaty sighs somehow managing to travel straight up the length of the toy to settle between her legs. She knew she wasn't actually feeling Maura's hot, wet mouth as the blonde moved in front of her, but by god it sure as fuck didn't feel that way. She rolled her hips forward as Maura pulled back and threaded her fingers through the blonde's hair, pushing her hips into the other woman as her hand tried to pull Maura's mouth back onto her.
Maura smiled around the toy and began running her hands up and down Jane's thighs, lightly stimulating the sensitive skin as she let the detective's hand urge her back to her task. She raked her nails down the backs of Jane's thighs and then back up again to grasp the brunette's ass.
"Fuck, Maur," Jane husked.
