Jane opens the door to their house carrying a grocery bag and cradling Camille's head in the baby carrier strapped to her front. The 10-month old had conked out on their walk home after their trip to Trader Joe's.
"Maura? You home?" Jane asks as she strides into the kitchen. "I got the fixings for stir fry for us and some sweet potatoes for the peanut."
Maura's back is to her as she is washing dishes in the sink. "Oh, good –that sounds perfect. Did Camille fall asleep?" She asks turning around to see her wife and receive a hello kiss.
Jane nods and smiles, "I'm just going to go put her down for a bit. We won't let her sleep too long, OK?"
Maura nods turning back around to finish at the sink. Jane heads down the hallway to put their towheaded peanut down for a short nap. She'd been battling a snotty, rotten cold and needed all the rest she could get.
Maura is rinsing the sink, finishing up when Jane comes back into the kitchen.
"Success." She murmurs and they share a chuckle, stifling a yawn.
They could both use a nap as well –truth be told, having been up with the little chick the last couple of nights.
"How was Trader Joe's?" Maura asks.
Jane leans into the fridge for a bottle of water. "Oh, good." She says leaning a hip against the counter opposite Maura. "How was your mother?"
Maura recounts her phone call as Jane nods helpfully and asks questions here and there.
"So she is wondering when she might be able to come for a visit?" Maura asks finally turning from the sink to see Jane peering at the kitchen calendar.
Maura's breath hitches at the sight of her wife bent slightly at the waist, hand on hip running her fingers along the dates. Her eyes snag on the baby carrier still strapped securely to her front hiding the wrinkled oxford shirt open at the throat.
Maura cannot get over how sexy motherhood makes Jane. Her adorable disheveledness is only accentuated by the accoutrements an infant brings with it. And Jane, her beautiful and brave wife, with the blue straps of the baby carrier crisscrossing her wiry shoulders –the large clip at her thin waist -it does something to her. A heat starts to travel from low in her belly to lick at her throat.
"Maur? What do you think about the end of March?" Jane asks thoughtfully, turning to face her wife.
Maura's mouth is slightly open and her eyes, her glazed eyes, are on Jane's hips covered in the baby carrier she'd yet to remove. When she doesn't get an answer Jane smiles and clears her throat.
Maura's eyes dart up to Jane's somewhat guiltily. "Yes? What weekend did you say?" Maura squeaks.
"Really, Maura? This ridiculous origami baby holder has got you hot and bothered?"
Jane steps closer to the doctor, placing her hands on silk covered shoulders.
"I am NOT hot and bothered." Maura sputters as her nipples harden under her thin blouse giving her away.
Jane smiles knowingly, "Mhmm –I know I can pull off the magic baby carrier." She whispers against soft lips before leaning in for a kiss.
Maura wastes no time in deepening the kiss, swiping a warm tongue into Jane's mouth. Finally they pull away, Maura leans her forehead against Jane's and sighs deeply.
"OK, the baby carrier gets me." Maura admits reluctantly.
Jane stands up fully, leaves one last kiss on a cheek and gives Maura a playful shove. "Told you so."
They share a laugh as Jane works at the straps pulling it off her thin frame piece by piece and hands it to Maura.
Maura looks at the carrier contraption in her hands turning it over and over in her hands. She raises hazel eyes to meet dancing brown.
"Jane –you and your blazer and gun and ponytail and 'I mean business' swagger –I find very attractive." Maura murmurs and leans in for a quick kiss on smiling lips.
"And you in delicate dresses showing your amazing legs and lovely shoulders –I also find very attractive." She leaves another kiss on now trembling lips.
"You naked draped around me all arms and legs and warm skin –I find I cannot get enough of that." Maura reaches around her wife to put the baby carrier on the kitchen island.
She places her hands on slim hips as Jane reaches up to cup her face as Maura continues, "But I wasn't prepared for how attractive I find you with Camille –with her draped over your shoulder drooling, cradling her gently in the crook of your elbow and wearing the baby carrier I will admit I find very attractive. So really." Maura finishes in a whisper, smiling goofily into the eyes of her love.
She eyes Jane, a delicious blush creeping up the detective's neck. Jane can't help but laugh into the warm neck of the doctor, wrapping long arms around her in a tight embrace.
She leans back and looks at Maura seriously, "And let's be serious Maur, motherhood is very sexy on you, too."
"Oh, come on, Jane. I was a big as a whale. I have stretch marks…"
Jane rubs her fingers gently along Maura's belly and stops Maura's rant with a kiss that quickly deepens until they part panting, foreheads together.
"Maura, don't you ever say that. You are beautiful and amazing and weird and sexy and I love you so much."
"I love you too, Jane." Maura says chuckling.
"And Maura? You and sexy and motherhood? Please…two words –breast feeding. Totally hot."
Jane feels a pinch at her side and ducks out of the way of a well-aimed swat.
"Really, Jane?"
"Really, Maura…"