Two weeks had gone by again. Maura hadn't mentioned a thing, and Jane was playing along, even though she now would think about their encounters every second of the day. When they were apart, she imagined kissing and touching her beautiful friend, but face to face, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Without a reason to release their pent up frustrations, these urges would mean something that Jane wasn't quite ready to acknowledge.
It was Friday night, movie night. Maura had picked a documentary on contemporary art. Jane was sighing and rolling her eyes in anticipation as she put two pizza slices on her cardboard plate, before walking over to Maura's couch and sitting next to her.
"Ready?" Maura beamed as she hit play on the remote.
Jane groaned and stuffed a huge bite of pizza into her mouth. She sank back into the couch. It was going to be a long night.
They were about 30 minutes into it. Jane had given up 10 minutes ago, when they had attempted to convince her that a urinal was art.
She got up to get her third beer from the fridge, and refilled Maura's wine. Maura nodded a silent thank you.
The detective plopped back down on the couch. She felt a nice buzz from her drinks. Her eyes wandered to Maura's knees and thighs, and without thinking, she brushed a pizza crumb off the doctor's designer skirt. Maura looked down at her lap, then back up at Jane. The brunette shrugged.
"You had a crumb."
Jane suddenly felt incredibly silly, and she couldn't repress a chuckle. Maura looked at her sternly, but then laughed as well. The doctor reached over and grabbed Jane's hand in her own, and brought it into her lap, on top of her skirt.
"Stop fidgeting," Maura said softly, turning her attention back to the TV.
That's all Jane needed to feel frisky. With Maura's hand still on top of hers, she started caressing Maura's thigh, and started tugging at the bottom of her skirt.
"Jane!"
"Do you want to fool around?"
Maura turned to look at Jane's, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Why?"
"Wh... Why? Because! Because this is boh-ring. Come on!"
"No! This is not how it works. Bored is not a real reason, even though I have to admit this is not the best documentary on the subject."
"What do you mean "This is not how it works?" How does it... Wait, no, I don't want to talk about it. Never mind." Jane turned to face the TV again and took her hand back.
She waited patiently another three minutes, then let her hand creep closer to Maura. She started playfully grazing Maura's thigh with her index finger. Maura was making every effort to ignore her, which was driving Jane crazy.
"Come on, Maura!"
Maura sighed and finally looked at Jane. She clicked the TV off. Jane flinched, surprised by Maura's sudden reaction.
"Beg me," Maura purred. The detective swallowed hard.
"What?"
"Beg me. You want me? You don't want to talk about it? Then beg me." Maura's mouth was a faint smile, but her eyes were dark and serious.
Jane licked her lips. She couldn't tell if Maura was joking. She felt a hot gush between her legs and the beer buzz helped her make the decision.
"Please?"
"Please what?" Maura leaned closer. Jane could smell her sweet breath fan her lips, a mixture of red wine and expensive lipstick. She felt the doctor's warm hand on her thigh. Her legs parted slightly without her consent.
"Please touch me."
Maura got up and settled back down with her leg under her, so she could face Jane. She unbuckled Jane's pants, and undid the button. Jane lifted her hips up and slid her pants down over her thighs herself, then settled back down.
"No, all the way."
Jane only hesitated for a short second, and kicked her pants off all the way, along with her boots.
Maura ran her hand flat over Jane's stomach, and went up under her v-neck, over Jane's breasts. She weighed both of them in turn, and felt Jane's nipples grow hard under her touch, through the cotton fabric of her bra. Jane hissed sharply and arched up.
"I want to see you. Take it off."
"Why?" Jane suddenly felt shy, like somehow, being naked would be too intimate.
Maura tilted her head at her and looked into Jane's eyes. She leaned over and kissed the corner of Jane's mouth. "Because you're beautiful."
Jane's heart sank to her stomach. She closed her eyes until the feeling passed. She leaned forward and slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head, while Maura deftly undid the clasp of her bra. Before she could sit back again, Maura eased her down on the couch and was straddling her. Jane set her hands on Maura's waist and tilted her hips up into her, feeling their core touching through their underwear. She wasn't able to stop a moan from rumbling past her lips.
Without breaking eye contact with Jane, Maura started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a teal satin bra. Jane couldn't help but stare at Maura's breasts, full and heavy, pressed together inside the exquisite brassiere. She slid her hands up to cup them, pushing them up, smoothing a thumb over the bump of her nipples. Maura reached behind and unsnapped her bra, and let Jane slide the straps down over her shoulders before strong hands returned to knead her bare breasts.
All the while, Jane was slowly pushing her hips up and down into Maura, seeking more contact. Maura was grinding back and forth in same rhythm, slightly restrained by her skirt riding up her thighs. Quickly, she got up and unzipped it. She let it fall on the floor next to her. After a brief glance over at Jane, she pulled her panties off and stepped out of them. Hardly self-conscious and always confident about her body, she let Jane rake her eyes over her naked form, enjoying the lust she saw on the detective's face.
The doctor kneeled down next to Jane, and placed a kiss on her stomach. She pulled the cotton underwear down, and Jane tilted up to help. Maura slid it all the way down to her feet, and her hand came back up along the inside of her thigh. Jane brought her knee up and spread her legs for Maura. She didn't care about pretending anymore. She needed this. She needed Maura. She clenched her teeth at the realization and swallowed the lump in her throat. Then Maura slid two fingers inside her wet heat.
Jane's body arched way up and she let out a long moan.
Maura pushed deep inside, and pulled back out slowly, feeling the velvety walls, sliding and twisting her fingers inside. Unlike before, she took her time in exploring Jane, and made a point in watching her reactions. She was touching Jane with slow, deliberate strokes, barely there, yet electrifying. Jane responded to every move with open-mouthed moans, sounds Maura had never heard from her before. It was intensely erotic, and it only fueled her own desire. She could feel her juices spreading between her own legs.
Maura reached down with her free hand and collected some of her own wetness. She rubbed it on Jane's nipple in tight circles. Jane's eyes shot open, and she watched as Maura leaned over to suck the hard nipple into her mouth, tasting herself at the same time. She hummed into Jane's breast.
"Mmmh. Oooh, fffuuuck..." Jane just couldn't help herself anymore, and had given up on trying to hold back. She threaded her fingers into Maura's hair and pulled her closer, mashing her against her breast. Maura gently bit her nipple in response, causing Jane to cry out and close her eyes.
The doctor moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, while she continued working the other breast with her hand. Jane's senses were on overload, and she threw her head back into the armrest pillows. Maura started kissing her way down Jane's stomach, then licked the soft skin with her flattened tongue, until she reached the line of Jane's dark curls. She sucked and nipped around the sensitive skin for a moment, Jane's hips tilting desperately into her, before climbing back up onto the couch and settling with her head between Jane's legs.
Maura watched her fingers as she teased Jane, slowly sliding in and out of Jane's opening. The pink folds were glistening with juices, spread around her inner thighs and running down her cheeks. Maura closed in and kissed the small button peaking out of its hood. Jane's body jerked up at the contact, and the detective lifted up her head to look down at Maura.
"Maura... you don't have to... do this."
Maura looked up from between her legs. "I know. I want to. Let me."
The doctor darted out her tongue and closed her lips around Jane's pussy, sucking it inside her mouth. Jane's head flew back down and a strangled sob escaped her throat. Maura squeezed her eyes shut to try and stifle the one that was bubbling up in her heart. Instead, she tried to focus on synchronizing her fingers with her tongue, and she started pushing harder and deeper inside of Jane. The detective's hips started bucking up, and she held on with her free hand to steady her and not lose contact with her mouth. She felt Jane grabbing her hair with her fists, grinding her face into her core. Maura slowed down though, and Jane whimpered in frustration.
"Maura,... please,... please, I'm so close."
The doctor quickly wiped her face on the inside of Jane's thigh and climbed up to straddle Jane's thigh. She fumbled around to grab the detective's hand. Gripping her wrist, she pushed her long fingers deep inside her and sat back down. She cried out and started thrusting against Jane, finally hooking her fingers inside the detective to bring her the release she was begging for. Her upturned palm rubbing against her clit, she felt Jane getting more and more wet inside in anticipation.
Through the haze of her impending orgasm, Jane had the presence of mind to lift her leg up against Maura, and flexed her fingers inside in the same rhythm her friend had set. She heard the doctor whimper, and felt her hair brushing at her breasts as Maura's head dipped, unable to hold herself up anymore. She was panting heavily under the effort, desperate to bring them both to orgasm. Her thrusting accelerated as they both were peaking.
"Oh, Jane, oh my god, yes. Oh!" Her words died in her throat and her walls clenched hard around Jane's fingers. Her body stopped moving almost completely. Jane reached down to grab hold of Maura's hand inside of her, and she drove it for just a second before she came undone. Her legs snapped shut and she cried out as the climax tore through her, trapping Maura's fingers inside of her.
The couch creaked under the strain of both their bodies seizing, and each tremor was punctuated by whimpers and groans, before Maura finally collapsed on top of Jane, their fingers still inside the other.
The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing, slowly coming back to normal. Then Jane felt Maura's body shaking against her, and she realized she was crying.