_Chapter 9_
A particular 'boom' jostled the brunette from her slumber with a start. Anxiety pumped through her veins as she tried to gather her surroundings. The pops and crackles soon paired with the unmistakable screech of Saturn missiles.
Fireworks, Jane reminded herself. She exhaled in relief and relaxed back into the mattress while the mass at her side snuggled against her. Looking down, Jane smiled at the peaceful blonde and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Heavy eyelids gave way to refreshed shimmers. A smiled graced Maura's lips.
"Good morning," Jane greeted.
Another firework exploded in the distance.
"Mmm, good morning," Maura greeted. "How long have you been up?"
"Not long."
"What time is it?" Maura stretched.
"Does it matter?"
"No," she answered truthfully, snuggling back to her spot on Jane.
Jane's arm cradled Maura's neck, their legs intertwined. Their position was a slight surprise due to how hot and sweaty they were when they had fallen asleep.
Maura ran her foot along Jane's calf while the brunette lightly trailed her fingers over the blonde's shoulder, then down her side.
They were quiet for a moment.
"Can I ask you something?" Maura spoke, her voice rasped with sleep and satisfaction.
"Yeah."
"Where did you find that music?"
"With the oils. Jasper has a whole bunch of old CD mixes put together."
Maura made a face, "He has Kenny G in his massage mixes?"
"It was one song Maura," Jane blushed, "Besides, I couldn't find any Yo-yo Ma," she justified. Maura giggled. Jane stared in wonder, awed by the sound.
"While Yo-yo Ma would have been nice," Maura began, "the ambience of spa music did add a little something."
"See," Jane said complacently.
"But," Maura quickly countered, tracing her finger along Jane's chest. "I'd still need comparative material." Her eyes danced mischievously.
"You think?" Jane quipped.
"Yes." Maura leaned forward and kissed her.
"Yeah?"
Maura giggled into the kiss and rolled on top of her. She pressed her tongue past Jane's lips.
There was going to be a lot of data collecting in the future, Jane thought, moaning into the kiss.
Maura's hands came to massage Jane's breasts; Jane wrapped her legs around her.
"I could get use to waking up like this," Jane said, running her hands across Maura's back, feeling her muscles flex.
Maura's lips quickly traveled down her neck, kissing and nipping as she went. The rush and tingle of arousal wiped away any remnants of sleep that lingered.
The detective arched as agile hands kneaded her perfectly.
"Mmm, me too," Maura rasped. She began moving lower, along the brunette's shoulder and chest, pushing away the thin sheet. She settled, her body pressing into Jane's slender frame, and began lavishing the tender breasts. Jane's legs opened wider but held the doctor in place.
Capturing an erect nipple in her mouth, Maura ran her tongue around it with listless urgency, savoring the texture. Jane moaned. She released the nub, which shined like freshly polished bronze, before manipulating it back into her mouth and sucking. The brunette's hands raked into uncombed tresses.
Looking down, Jane watched through hooded eyes as the blonde feasted upon her. She swallowed, arousal pulsing at her core. Maura shifted to the other breast and Jane bit her lip, one hand falling away as the other played with the waves.
In the quietness, the sound of Maura's mouth, their breathing, and the intermittent hiss of sheets did wonders, amplifying the anticipation and reality between the two.
Placing one last kiss to Jane's breast, Maura began her journey again, sliding lower, kissing the olive in her descent. Her hands came to the detective's thighs. She opened the woman before her, exposing the accomplishment of her oral endeavors, changing the angle of Jane's hips as she settled at her apex. Pressing her cheek to the lean thigh, Maura inhaled the brunette's scent. Jane dug her heel into the mattress in need, trying to keep her leg open.
Hazel fixated on the glistening flesh. Bringing her hand from the thigh, Maura swept her finger through the wetness. Thin, ebony eyebrows upturned as Jane grunted, the light touch only teasing her ache. Hooking an arm beneath her thigh, Maura leaned forward and glided her tongue through the wetness. She hummed in delight, the flavor uniquely and completely Jane. She gave another lick. Jane groaned and arched her hips, seeking more pressure.
The unhurried laps came at a slow, even pace. Jane rocked her hips, meeting each one, her hand still immersed in gold. Maura lingered with each pass.
Jane's other hand reached out to grab the blonde. Frustrated by the lack of skin available, Jane pouted through a grunted moan.
"I need to touch you," the brunette rasped.
Maura looked up at her with dark eyes. She gave one more lick before pulling back. She tucked her outstretched legs and came to her knees. Biting her lip, she swung a leg over Jane in a manner the detective wouldn't mind witnessing again.
Draping herself backwards along the tall woman, the perfectly sculpted backside of the doctor came within Jane's grasp. Eyes wide, Jane took in the ample flesh that now rested on her.
She could smell Maura.
It took a moment for her motor functions to engage. Running her hands down the expansion of skin, Jane grinned. Maura returned to her core.
Unable to see the woman's ministrations, Jane's fingers dug into Maura's back as she gasped in surprise. Her body adjusted to the sensation and she began exploring again.
The contours tickled against her flattened palms, where every now and again, they would squeeze in appreciation to the talented tongue of the doctor.
As the tension in her abdomen grew, Jane hugged the blonde and arched. Maura had parted her folds and drew intricate patterns she couldn't figure out. She moaned loudly as Maura added two fingers.
"Oh, Maura."
The blonde licked and nipped, listening to the way Jane reacted as the detective twitched and thrust beneath her.
"Oh, God, Maura, I'm gonna...Maura," Jane began to pant.
"Yes, Maura. Maura, Yes!"
The brunette clung to the blonde as her body grew taut, her orgasm washing over her as she came in a raspy cry, tremors rocking her body.
She relaxed back to the mattress with a sated sigh, her hands caressing Maura as the blonde soothed her sensitive flesh.
Maura planted a simple kiss to Jane's thigh before she rolled herself off the detective.
Jane ran her hand along Maura's thigh and the blonde shuttered. Their eyes met.
Jane leaned forward and came to hover over her, straddling the blonde. Without saying a word, Jane bent down and nuzzled the crook of Maura's arm. Her nose and lips felt chilled compared to the heated skin they drew upon; the tiny hairs tickling her parted lips.
She continued up her arm, to her shoulder, until reaching the blonde's neck, where she began kissing, suckling, and biting.
Maura's hands wove themselves in the mussy mane that tickled her décolletage.
Jane continued up Maura's neck and jaw.
When she reached the blonde's lips, she teasingly swiped at them, yet never came to a full kiss.
"Jane," Maura whimpered, craning her neck trying to meet the fleeting lips.
Jane moved her leg between Maura's and pressed. She ran her hands up the doctor's arms and gently removed them from her hair. She kissed her palms and wrists before interlacing their fingers. Giving her leg a thrust, Maura's eyes lulled shut. Dipping down, Jane lingered just out of reach once again, her eyes dancing all along Maura's face before finally meeting her in a heated kiss. She released one of Maura's hands and touched her face. Maura reached for her hip.
The kiss was slow, mimicking Jane's thrusts. She broke away and watched as the pleasure played on Maura's face.
"Jane," the blonde groaned.
She soothingly stroked her thumb against Maura's cheek.
"More," Maura moaned.
A grin tugged at the brunette's lips.
The warm mass of the detective suddenly vanished and then reappeared between her legs. The swiftness of Jane's movements caused Maura to quiver.
The hands were quick, sliding beneath her thighs and lifting her legs, slinging them over the brunette's shoulders, her feet coming to rest against Jane's lats.
It was one press of Jane's tongue that told Maura she wasn't going to last long.
"Oh."
Jane's hands found Maura's breasts; Maura balled the sheets.
Up and down, back and forth, Jane's tongue went, collecting the delectable essence of the blonde.
"Jane," Maura whimpered, arching.
Closing over the doctor's swollen bud, Jane sucked and circled her tongue, her movement simple but effective. Maura's hands shot to Jane.
"Yes," she hissed.
Jane picked up her speed, now flicking back and forth over Maura's clit and sensitive flesh.
Maura arched, her abdomen fluttering.
"Jane," it started low, "Jane, Oh my, God, Jane." Maura continued to pant as the tension wound tighter.
"Jane, Oh, yes Jane. Ja-...Jaaaane!" Maura cried, shaking as she clutched the brunette in her grasp.
Jane removed herself from her new favorite oasis, licking her lips as she came to rest on top of Maura.
They engaged in a leisurely kiss before she settled into the crook of Maura's neck. Maura brought her hand to play with Jane's hair.
In a matter of moments, the two drifted back to sleep.
Suzie pulled a sheet of foil from the container and yanked the custom sheet free.
Tony, Stacy, and Carla strolled into the kitchen.
"Just getting started on lunch, Sis? You losing your edge?" Tony teased. Suzie smirked at his joke.
"It's roast for tonight."
Tony reached down and picked up Carla.
"'Where's your brother?'" he asked in Italian.
The little brunette shrugged, her braided pigtails danced on her shoulders.
As if Bruno knew his father's next course of action, the sounds of a child barreling down the stairs, jumping the last three, echoed through the house.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he hollered to no one in particular, running past his family and to the backdoor.
"Where are you going?" Tony called after.
"To get Auntie Jane!" he said excitedly as he threw open the door.
Simultaneously, Suzie and Tony's eyes met in a widened panic.
"NO!" they shouted.
The synchronized command made Bruno stop in his tracks, having only made it three bounds onto the patio.
Stacy looked at the two confused as Tony handed her the child on his hip.
"Why not?" the boy asked confused as his father stepped into the doorway.
"This is her vacation time," the next words took a moment to find. "You wouldn't want her waking you up at sunrise."
Bruno scrunched his face. "But it's not sunrise, PapĂ ."
"I know," Tony came to kneel at his son's level. "It's a comparison."
Carla looked at Suzie. "Where's Maura?" she asked.
Suzie's eyes fell onto the blue irises of the girl's mother, which questioned in realization.
"She's out."
"Is she not coming to lunch?" Carla asked with sad eyes.
"I don't know, dear."
The young boy fidgeted, "But I was supposed to go with Angela."
Tony's brows furrowed.
The boy continued, "She said if I brushed my teeth and got my shoes on, I could help wake up Jane."
"So where's Angela?"
"At the cabin."
The clunk of footsteps on the stairs and the porch gave awareness to Angela's presence; unfortunately they fell on deaf ears.
The porch door swung open with a swish.
"Janie, I know you want to sleep," she caught the door and slowly stepped into the space. "But come on! You're gonna mi-"
Angela stopped in her tracks as she stumbled upon the tangle of limbs, hair, and bum she hadn't seen since Jane's diaper days. Her eyes grew wide before she could turn herself around.
"Ahem!" she cleared her throat loudly.
The two stirred, disoriented by finding themselves backwards in bed. Jane craned her neck to discover the upside-down figure of her mother.
"MA!" Jane shrieked, grabbing the sheet and covering them. Maura ducked herself against Jane, more embarrassed for the brunette, than herself.
"When you two can, uh, your company is requested for lunch," Angela said.
There was an awkward pause.
"Anything else?" Jane growled.
Angela pressed her lips together and shook her head, "Hm-mm."
"Good. Goodbye mother."
Angela left the two and made her way back to the house.
Maura tried to hold her laughter.
Jane looked at her, "Oh, this really isn't funny."
Maura just giggled harder.
At the door, Suzie greeted the expressionless woman.
"Angela?" Suzie asked concernedly.
Angela shrugged. "I've always wanted a doctor in the family," she said before looking to the knowing eyes of her cousin.
There was another pause.
"I better get grandkids."
