Thanks for the reviews! :D I'm left wondering if there is something wrong with me because I—for once—feel like I'm addicted to updating! Not sure why, maybe it is because your reviews are lovely as hell. I mean that in a complimentary way. (: Also, I would like to complete this story first, this story has been on mind for days and now? My mind is urging me to complete this, don't worry though, I won't rush it. (:
Summary: Jane wishes she was a boy—the repercussions of that after spending time in a weird shop and sneakily drinking a strange concoction is more than she could handle. What could happen in a week?
Disclaimer: I don't own R&I—this is purely for entertainment, people… u_u
Around, Up and Over
Chapter 4: Unexpected and the expected
Jane woke up, feeling groggy with an impossibly stuffed head. Her vision was blurry before she blinked, seeing her ceiling. Her body felt relaxed after a good night's sleep. But there was a throbbing pressure where her pelvic region was, she groaned, seeing the bulge strain tightly against its confinement. That's what you get, you—you thing! She thought, glaring at her male genitalia—seeing morning wood on males was one thing, but to see it on her own body? It made her dizzy, feeling nauseous at the sight of her erection trying to stand proud but was horribly restrained.
The more she moved, the more she realized that she was giving herself a wedgie and it taxed on her penis. She winced, goddammit! And Jane knew that the tighter briefs she asked Maura to buy weren't going to be any less harsh on her unwanted attachment. Throwing off the blanket, she suppressed the kindling warmth that wanted to spread throughout her body at the kindness Maura showed—while also rushing blood south, but she kept a fierce glare on the bulge as she stood up, intent on not allowing those kind of thoughts run through her mind.
Shaking her head, the detective saw Maura pausing, her gaze wide with surprise as they locked down between her legs—with a gasp, Jane cupped her male genitalia, as to protect Maura's eyes from seeing her abnormality. I hate this damn thing—why can't it just disappear or at least it could do: flatten. But it swelled with heat, thrumming wildly as Maura seemed to be an absolute sight of perfection and gave its opinion that it liked what she saw—stupid thing was betraying her! She hated that this penis had a mind of its own (but it showed how affected she was), and injected a dose of lust in her bloodstream.
"Jane—um, are you alright?" Maura's voice seemed shakier, low as a rumble—Jane shivered at the sound of her name rolling across her friend's tongue so smoothly.
Instead, she replied with sarcasm—a stark contrast with her large problem. "No, I'm dying of humiliation and damning my curiosity to hell." Then she saw Maura flinch, and realized that her friend was only trying to help. Jane wilted, sitting back down on the couch and gestured wildly with her hands.
"I'm sorry, Maur." Jane clasped her hands together, her shoulders hunched forth as though baring a heavy burden—in a way, she was.
Maura came to sit beside her, laying a warm hand on her knee as Jane grabbed the blanket and bunched it up to where her erection strained against her briefs, wanting to hide it from view and pretend that it wasn't attached to her body. That and she didn't want Maura to see it, stare it like—Jane was puzzled but shrugged mentally. Maura was just so…Maura, probably staring at it in fascination or something like that. But she didn't bother to look up to see the hunger darkening hazel eyes as she mulled over her situation.
"Jane, don't apologize. I'm allowing to you to yell at me—anything to let out that frustration that seems permanently embedded in your eyes." Maura said, now rubbing Jane's knee with soothing circles. And it calmed Jane, as she tried to desperately collect her thoughts, but there was a pulse of desire that thudded between her legs. She hated how her male genitalia worked its way to raise her frustration and she was tempted to call Maura on that "anything"—but blanched and shook her head, of course it wanted her to do that.
But she wasn't going to bend to its lustful ways. And she was going to exercise her self-control in this situation now. She grasped Maura's hand, and intertwining their fingers, something to stop the tingles that surrounded the area her friend rubbed with much care.
Five minutes had gone by, the silence stretched on—Jane hadn't bothered to reply and simply accepted Maura's shoulder to lean on, her eyes shutting close.
It was 12:45PM by the time she woke up, her head lay on Maura's shoulder and their clasped hands were between them. It felt natural, Maura's hands fitted with hers like a glove, and like the perfect puzzle piece…she shook her head to dispel the thought. But she had to relieve some pressure from her bladder…and yet she did not want Maura to wake up just to do a simply task, really that men did all the time—but women didn't. They didn't have penises, just a vagina to sit down on the toilet and piss. That was it, but she would be forced to touch it, to control it so there wouldn't be piss all over the bathroom.
Untangling herself slowly from Maura's arm that snaked around her waist at some point, Jane froze when her friend's hand gripped lightly at the end of her shirt—she smiled despite the task she was going to do, with much courage. To know that Maura was seeking her presence and physical being during sleep was incredibly endearing—so much she had to restrain herself from hugging Maura. The detective pulled Maura's hand away, laying it on the blanket before tip-toeing to the bathroom to face her fear. A fear she really didn't want to touch but had to get over it.
Staring at the toilet never seemed so daunting, Jane mused as her bladder screamed for relief. With a flinch, she pulled down her briefs and kicked them off, and faced the toilet again.
The tall brunette didn't dare to look down; it was bad enough that she was forced to touch it and gripped its base, gasping at how sensitive she felt. It pulsed with her every heartbeat, her fingers ghosted over small veins, and felt it bob up and down before she shook her head and focused on peeing.
It was tiring and frustrating after five minutes and not a drop of urine spilled. Jane scowled; giving at quick glare at it—despite the fact that she had male genitalia attached to her, she was still shy at the notion of if she had to do more than touch. And Jane didn't want to use it, ever. She couldn't get over why she was cursed with a penis, maybe the Gods had a grudge against her, but she doubted that. It was her damn curiosity and she paid for it—with interest.
"Just—how," she shook the penis as though it were a toy as her bladder needed the satisfaction of releasing the bad content from her body. "—hard it is to fucking piss? I did it when Maura—" She shut up instantly and squeezed with her hand, wondering if there was something blocking her urine from coming out.
Don't tell me I have to ask Maura to help me each time I want to take a damn piss. And yet you take down the nastiest of criminals and psychopaths but you can't even handle this. She groaned, but seeing as how unrelenting at how her—still unwanted—penis was cooperating, she had no choice but to call out to Maura to help her again, who appeared in the bathroom within moments.
"Yes, Jane? Oh, you need assistance again, I see. Just close your eyes."
Jane did and tried not to tremble when she felt Maura press up against her from behind and gripped her penis carefully. And it was comforting—to know that Maura didn't view it as something as abnormal, that her best friend wasn't scorning her because of what she was carrying.
It was relaxing to know that she had such a loving person to care for her. Then, the pressure was released from her bladder. Her brows furrowed, maybe there was something magic about the way Maura controlled her aim, that or her penis really did have a mind of its own and likes Maura's hand holding it.
"There—done." And the warmth of her friend's hand went away, leaving her with a bereft feeling. "I'll get you your new briefs. Just wait here, Jane." Maura said, exiting the washroom to grab the package of Jane's briefs—that would hopefully—help in her situation.
Maura returned in less than four minutes, her hand held the plastic package where new briefs went folded. Jane nodded, breathing out shakily as she ripped it open and pulled the small underwear out. She used one hand to balance by grabbing the sink counter, and the other to slip her legs through before standing up and pulling the small briefs up. The detective winced, it felt as though her whole pelvic region was restricted—tightly bound as her penis was flushed forcefully to her lower abdomen.
"So—" Jane took in a deep breath, anything to stabilize the throbbing pain in her male genitalia as it ached to be let free. But that was the very reason: she didn't want the bulge to be noticeable even if it meant going through pain. "—what's for lunch?"
Maura cast a dubious look at Jane trying to conceal a pained expression. "Jane—are you sure it's okay to—Jane!"
Jane had fainted, her energy deplete with trying to go through the pain.
-O—o—o—O-
Angela welcomed in Tommy with a big hug, laying a kiss on his cheek before dragging him to the kitchen. She sent a look over her shoulder, seeing Frankie at the couch, watch sports on the plasma T.V.
"Have you talked to Jane yet?"
The youngest brother shook his head, eyes filled with genuine confusion. "No, I have not. By the way, where is she? And where is Maura?"
The mother of three adults—but they were still her babies, they would be forever—looked helpless in giving an answer. "I have no more than a clue than you do. C'mon, they're probably at Jane's. Like always," Angela rolled her eyes, knowing Maura and Jane were very close—so close that they slept at each other's place and bed.
"Frankie, we'll be out for a while so help yourself to some cake!" She yelled before closing the door behind her and directed Tommy to her car.
It was twenty minutes before they arrived at Jane's apartment, five minutes spent waiting in traffic like crowded lamb waiting for slaughter. Angela stomped her way up the stairs with Tommy following silently.
She counted the door numbers before reaching Jane's and pulled out her keys—a distant reminder of Jane's voice rang through her mind: "Only to be used for emergencies…"—Angela unlocked the door (deciding that this was an emergency and wanted to know why her daughter hasn't called once!), then hung her coat and headed to the living-room to see if they were lounging there. But they weren't.
Maybe Jane's bedroom taking a nap—it was most likely since it was quiet as night. Angela shushed Tommy when he was making creaking sounds in the floor boards.
With the bedroom door ajar, she peeked in slowly to see—her eyes widened. She knew they were close, but not that close and just when were they going to tell her about their relationship? Angela didn't mind at all, in fact, she was expecting it…for a long time.
With a grin, she pushed Tommy back so that he didn't see them—particularly Maura as she was kneeling and taking off Jane's underwear, then that was it.
"Ma, are they here?" Tommy asked as they left the apartment. Angela couldn't keep the grin off her face any longer and hope that she was going to get grandchildren. I'm about to get a doctor in the family!
She almost skipped her way to her car. Tommy muttered:
"Geez, what did she see that got her so dang happy all of the sudden?" Then he shrugged, that was like his mother.
-O—o—o—O-
Jane felt her too-tight briefs slip off and groaned as Maura's hand messaged her inner thighs, her thumbs pressing in gently to rid of any lingering pain. "M-Maura—" She managed to choke out, feeling as the pain was mixing with an impossibly hot burn around her pelvic region. "It—it hurts so much—" Her breathing was ragged as pain overloaded her other senses.
Then, Maura was looking down at her from her upside down view as she looked at the medical examiner while lying on the bed. "Do you trust me, Jane?" Maura's hands slipped away from her thighs and clasped together as she awaited Jane's answer.
"Yes, I do—with my life, Maura." And with my whole heart, Jane thought but kept it to herself as Maura smiled.
"I'll be right back." She departed off the bed and to somewhere else in Jane's apartment. Then her friend was looming over her, a serious glint in her eyes.
"Close your eyes, this might—feel—cold…"
Jane screwed her eyes shut in anticipation, her breath bated. It was a surprise when her penis was held in an icy embrace. She screamed; suddenly super sensitive to the cold sting that assaulted her male genitalia. But Maura held her body down, as it thrashed side to side, trying to get away from the coldness that rivaled the temperature in the Arctic.
"Oh…please no more…" Jane groaned—twisting her hips as she felt the icy embrace was actually Maura's hands rubbing her penis up and down with soothing strokes. The pain that used to throb was slowly going away…Jane moved her pelvis down with Maura's downward stoke, wanting to get away from the niggling arrival of pleasure but her friend had a secure hold.
"Maura, don't…do this, oh god…" The detective felt her self-control slowly dwindle away as the medical examiner stroked her penis until blood started rushing south and then came the swell of desire. She was shuddering, her hips jerking against the bed and into the air. She gripped Maura's wrists with her hands, stopping them from their ascent on her penis.
"M-Maura, I trust you but…I can't do that yet, maybe when…I'm more comfortable." Fatigue washed over her as she blinked.
Maura nodded. "Okay, Jane, but at least the pain is gone, right…? I'll put you in more comfortable clothing and underwear. Go to sleep, you need it. We'll talk later…"
—Okay, that's it for now. Expect the relationship build-up in the next few chapters. Two updates in one day, you guys are lucky I love you so much :D Sorry for any mistakes, enjoy. (: Umm, does the rating change since there's a bit of detail of what Maura is doing to Jane or what? (O_o)
