Hankering: Extended Version

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Maura was a sexual person. It wasn't a secret that she enjoyed sex and she no problem talking openly about it. She believed in orgasms. Aside from the obvious pleasurable effects of orgasms there was ample scientific evidence that there were many health benefits, including living longer, reducing the risk of heart attacks and increasing brain function.

Ideally Maura would have at least one orgasm a day. She thought "An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away" was a far more accurate statement than "an apple day keeps the doctor away." It wasn't always possible with her work schedule and other things that sometimes got in the way, but it was a good goal.

Of course recently it had been more challenging than usual to get that one orgasm a day. She wanted Jane and not having her was causing havoc with her body. During the past few weeks, she was never satisfied and her orgasms, whether solo or with a partner, were lackluster at best. The night with the Jane impersonator was the first decent orgasm Maura had had in weeks. Unfortunately that gratification had been short lived. Jane showing up right after had, among other things, ruined the facade.

It was now a week later and Maura hadn't come since that night. She desperately needed a release but couldn't even get close. A few nights ago, when she lay in bed and tried to touch herself, dragging her fingertips across her abdomen and then attempting to tease herself through her thong, Maura didn't feel aroused, she only felt shame and revulsion. She was flooded with memories of that night. She was ashamed she had stooped so low. And she hated herself for neither telling Jane about her feelings for her, nor telling the Jane the truth about what she had done that night. She had allowed Jane to believe a much simpler and happier story than reality.

Jane tried really, really hard to forget what she had overheard Maura saying. Work kept her busy for most of the next week which helped. A triple homicide had her and Frost running all over the city. But whenever she had enough time to let her mind wander it always came back to the same thing. She replayed Maura's words over and over in her head. "She performed extremely well and I was fully satisfied. I just will not require her services anymore."

Maura could have been talking about any number of things, Jane supposed. But her gut told her it had something to do with that night. It was maddening. She had told Maura that she wouldn't pry into things Maura wanted to keep secret. She didn't want to violate that. But the whole scenario was still bothering her. Something wasn't adding up. Maura had led Jane to believe that she had been hooking up with the woman Jane noticed leaving. The phone conversation suggested something else. Again Jane was left with the question of why Maura was trying to hide whatever it was from her.

Because of work, Jane and Maura didn't see each other much that week other than quick conversations about the victims. Thursday afternoon Frost and Jane were no closer to solving the case, but without new evidence or a new witness stepping forward, they were running out of leads and ideas. They decided to break for the rest of day and start fresh the next day. Jane headed to the Robber for a drink and decided to text Maura and see if she wanted to join her. Jane hoped returning to their normal routine would help her forget about the conversation.

When Maura arrived at the Robber Jane was on her second beer, sitting in their regular booth, and there was a glass of Merlot waiting for Maura. Maura was also hoping for some normalcy. She needed to get her mind straightened out in terms of her friendship with Jane. She needed to get over her attraction and over her guilt about the past week, the sooner the better. A post-work drink was normal and safe.

And it did feel normal to both Jane and Maura. They talked mostly about work. Jane brought Maura up to date on the status of her case. Maura talked about the other cases she had worked on that week. Maura forgot about the unease that had plagued her earlier in the week and even temporarily forgot about her sexual frustration. Jane had pushed Maura's phone conversation from her mind. Until Maura unintentionally brought Jane's attention back to it.

Maura looked at her watch. "It's getting late, I think I need to get going. I'm just going to go to the restroom first," Maura said and slid out of the booth. Jane watched her walk towards the back of the bar before bringing her gaze back to the table and spotting Maura's purse and phone sitting in front of her. Jane's detective skills kicked into gear. She realized could look at Maura's phone and find out who she had been talking to.

Jane knew it was horribly wrong but after checking to see that Maura wasn't in sight, she grabbed the cell phone and scrolled through the recent phone calls until she found the right day and time and memorized the number she found. The phone was back in place long before Maura returned to the table and picked up the phone and her purse to leave.

Jane stayed sitting in the booth in the bar and ordered a third beer. She nursed it while thinking about what she had done and what she was contemplating doing. It was a gross invasion of Maura's privacy, perhaps unforgivable if Maura found out. "She performed extremely well and I was fully satisfied. I just will not require her services anymore." Jane couldn't let it go.

Jane finished off the beer. She pulled her cell phone off the clip on her belt and typed in the numbers she had memorized. She hesitated another minute before pushing the send button. After two rings a female voice answered and said, "Amazing Encounters. How can we satisfy you?"

"Oh, uh," Jane sputtered. "Wrong number, sorry." Jane ended the call and dropped the phone on the table.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It just kept getting worse. It was like an accident scene you couldn't keep your eyes off of. Jane couldn't stop looking for the mangled bodies. She knew if she kept digging there was a very good chance she was going to hate what she found. If she didn't keep digging, it would nag at her forever. Either way her friendship with Maura was going to be tested and perhaps forever damaged.