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Jane realized she'd dozed off again, when she was awakened by a finger prodding her nose. "Ow," she mumbled groggily, waving a hand in front of her face. "What are you doing to me?"
"I'm just making sure your nose is still in its proper place. The bruising seems a little better, but you should still put some ice on it today," Maura said matter a factly, ignoring Jane's protests and continuing her impromptu examination. "We should probably keep any vigorous kissing to a minimum."
"Vigourous?" Jane asked.
Maura missed the playful lilt in Jane's voice. "Yes. It smushes your nose against my cheek. As much as I enjoy it, it must be painful for you."
Jane shook her head, running a hand up behind Maura's neck. "I don't mind it."
"Still," Maura said, oblivious. "It's not conducive to the healing process."
"I think it is," Jane said, licking her lips, her eyes glued to Maura mouth. Jane sat up slightly, as she snaked her hand into Maura's hair. "I think it helps a whole lot." With that Jane pulled Maura across the slight distance that separated them, and crashed their lips together. It did hurt her nose but Jane didn't care. Maura let out a surprised squeal at the rough handling, and put a hand on Jane's chest to try to push away, but the Jane's grip on her was too strong. Her concern over Jane's nose quickly dissipated, when she was rolled on to her back and pinned. Maura moaned in delight to both the wonderful movements of Jane's tongue and lips, and again to the arousal that coursed through her when Jane demonstrated her dominance. Maura would look into the psychology of sexual submissive behaviour later, for the moment she just balled the front of Jane's tanktop in tight fists and revelled in the arousal caused by Jane's display of power. Maura felt like she was dinner for a larger animal. She was more than happy to be the prey.
She spread her legs to allow Jane inbetween them. There lips still never separating, as Jane's tongue raked over the rough roof of Maura's mouth. It caused Maura to moan and arch up into Jane, she wrapped her legs around narrow hips, pulling their bodies as close as possible.
Jane propped herself up on strong arms, allowing her to push her hips down harder. Maura's slip had slid up and Jane groaned as she felt the rough lace of Maura's underwear against her skin. It was the sensation that shook Jane from her sexually clouded judgment. She tore her lips from Maura's, both women panting hard. Jane tried to ignore the full, heaving breast underneath her, by locking her eyes with Maura's. "We need to stop meeting like this."
Maura grinned through her heavy breathing. "You need to stop treating me like the zebra to your hungry lioness."
"You need to stop looking good enough to eat."
Maura rolled her eyes. "Oh please. I fell asleep with all my makeup on last night, it must be smeared all over my face, my hair probably looks like a nest for rats, I'm still wearing my slip from yesterday, and I haven't brushed my teeth."
Jane smirked and rolled to the side, laying next to Maura, still keeping their legs entwined and an arm draped over Maura's waist. "Exactly. Good enough to eat."
Maura snuggled against Jane, in what was quickly becoming her favourite place to be. "You're such a charmer," she said, tucking her head under Jane's chin.
"You make it easy," Jane started, but her growling stomach interrupted anything else she was about to say.
Maura giggled against Jane's neck. "I suppose I should feed you. Breakfast. Breakfast, Jane." Maura interjected before Jane could come up with something crude to say. Maura got out of bed and shook out her messy hair. Jane took the time to admire Maura's body as she skipped around her bedroom, gathering up her dress from where it had been tossed the night before. Maura cringed at the wrinkles in it. "The next time you take off my dress, you have to hang it up," she said turning to Jane who had sat up in bed.
"The next time I'm taking you out of your dress, I doubt hanging it up will be top on my list of priorities."
Maura headed across the room with her dress and into her walk-in closet. She came back wearing a pair of gold silk pajamas. "Well you'll just have to make it."
Jane chuckled as she swung her bare legs out of bed. "You're so bossy."
Maura shot a look across the room as she headed towards the bathroom. "I am not," she countered before closing the bathroom door. She reamerged minutes later, teeth brushed, face washed, and hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Jane let out a low growl at the sight, and crossed the room in a few strides of her long legs.
"You are so fucking hot," she breathed out, kissing along the neck revealed by Maura's upswept hair.
Maura melted as Jane's arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes and let Jane's lips explore. "You're delusional. I'm not wearing any makeup and my hair is in a ponytail. I'm sure it's only a slight improvement from what I looked like before."
Jane grinned, and kissed up behind Maura's ear, drawing out a sigh from the smaller woman. "You can't improve on perfection." Jane growling stomach interrupted them again.
Maura brought a hand up to Jane's chest, pushing her back. "Charmer," she said with a smile. "You better learn to control yourself, or I'll have to send you home without breakfast."
Jane huffed, but conceded. "Fine, but there better be bacon."
Maura smirked and kissed Jane's cheek. "You can cook whatever you want," Maura said, moving to her closet and pulling a pair of running shorts out, handing them to Jane.
Jane pulled on the shorts and pouted. "Aw, come on baby," she whined.
Maura laughed. "32% of divorces are a result of inequality in domestic chores."
"I'll do the dishes," Jane offered.
Maura shook her head, taking Jane's hand and pulling her towards the door. "I have a dishwasher, besides I know you just want to watch me to do stereotypical female household duties. I believe the common term is barefoot and pregnant."
Jane chortled. "I do have a sexy image of you in nothing but a frilly apron, making me bacon and eggs, but it's a little soon for pregnant."
Maura stopped to pick up Jane's shirt that was still in the hallway. "You do realize that if you were a man you'd be a sexist pig," Maura said, throwing Jane's shirt at her. Jane laughed, ducking the shirt, as Maura continued. "But instead of finding it extremely misogynistic, it's incredibly sexy coming from you, probably because you are woman. I don't even want to consider the psychology as to why a modern, educated, successful woman like myself would find it arousing to revert to such antiquated gender roles."
Jane picked up Maura's discarded heels as they made their way downstairs. "It's easy," she said, holding up one of Maura's shoes. "It's the same reason you strut around these. Behind all the education and success and independence, you still want to be treated like a lady," Jane said, putting Maura's heels on the marble countertop as they entered the kitchen. "You want doors opened for you and chairs pulled out and coats thrown over puddles," she continued, pulling Maura into her as she leaned back against the counter. "And sometimes when you get in touch with your real primitive side, you want to be thrown over a strong shoulder and hauled to the nearest bedroom...or cave."
Maura grinned, sneaking a hand up the front of Jane's ribbed tanktop. "That sounds about right," she conceded. "We really are just animals."
Jane smirked lecherously. "You definitely make me tap in to my animal side. I better start working out my shoulders more at the gym. I have a feeling I'm going to be needing them more often."
Maura leaned in and gave Jane a long kiss. "You don't want to have your doors opened and chairs pulled out?"
Jane made a face and shook her head. "No," she said adamantly. "I'm the door opener and chair puller outer."
"But you're a woman too," Maura countered.
"Ya, but I'm totally butch."
Maura swatted at Jane. "No you're not. You're, you're...sporty." Maura offered.
She earned a hearty chuckle from Jane as she pulled Maura in for another kiss. "You have met me right?"
"That just seems like such a stereotype," Maura said making a face.
"I am the stereotype," Jane said with a laugh, as Maura stepped away and headed towards the fridge. "Now be a good little femme and make me breakfast."
"Femme?" Maura asked, turning around and tilting her head.
Jane smiled at Maura's adorableness. "Ya, you know, a lady-like lesbian."
Maura perked up. "Oh, I like the sound of that. I could be a femme."
Jane laughed. "There's no could necessary. Keep up with the kissing women bit and they'll put your picture next to the definition in the dictionary."
Maura sauntered back towards Jane. "Well I do plan to keep kissing you so you better send Merriam Webster my picture," she said, resuming her position in Jane's arms. They met half way for a long, heated kiss.
"So you wanna keep kissing me?" Jane asked.
Maura wrapped her arms around Jane and flashed a dimpled smile. "Most definitely."
Jane grinned. "So you wanna go out with me again tonight?"
"No," Maura said flatly. "We can't go out tonight."
"Okay," Jane said trying to hide her disappointment and failing.
"No I don't mean we can't spend tonight together," she reassured Jane, giving her detective a quick kiss. "I meant we can't actually go out anywhere. We have to stay in the house."
Jane looked down at her confused. "We have to stay in the house because..."
"It's Saturday," Maura said matter-of-factly.
Jane couldn't follow. Maura was such a weirdo sometimes. "And people don't usually go out on Saturday nights?"
"They do, but I don't," Maura explained. "Not in the fall, winter or spring. It's Hockey Night in Canada," she said, looking at Jane as if she was stupid for not figuring it out. "And the Bruins are playing Montreal tonight."
"Of course," Jane said, dripping with sarcasm. "How could I forget that it's Hockey Night in Canada."
"Quite easily I'm sure," Maura said completely oblivious to Jane's tone of voice. "I doubt most American cable providers include the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation amongst the usual channels they offer, but I was willing to pay whatever it took, the coverage of the games is just so much better. The CBC was established in 1936, and Hockey Night In Canada began broadcasting on television in 1952-"
Maura's ramblings about the CBC were thoroughly cut off when Jane's lips came crashing into hers. "Let me get this straight," Jane started, pulling back from their kiss, leaving Maura in a bit of a daze still. "You're smart, you're beautiful, you're successful," Jane continued. "You're adorably weird, you look like you're always about to walk down a Paris runway, you're the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on and, and... you love hockey? If I'm dreaming right now, this is the cruelest joke God has every played on somebody."
Maura smiled up at Jane, and gave her a soft kiss, before turning back towards the fridge. "I can assure you this is neither a dream nor a joke," Maura said, pulling out eggs, bacon and orange juice. "Now how do you want your eggs?"
