The women ate their dinner, reverting to comfortable discussion relating to the latest case that they were working on. Jane chugged at her beer as Maura savoured her Malbec.
As Maura was tidying their dishes, Jane suddenly heard a noise. She instinctively grabbed her gun and stalked towards the source of the commotion. As she rounded into the hall she saw the last thing she expected to see.
"Maura, what the hell is that?"
"That is Bass, he's my pet tortoise."
"Maura, you've got a turtle?"
"Not a turtle, Jane, a tortoise, two very different species."
Jane laughed, "wow, he's a really interactive pet."
Maura playfully patted Jane's shoulder. "Bass is a fantastic pet."
Jane just shook her head, that woman continued to astound her. She was the most interesting and intriguing woman she had ever met.
"How about we start this film? Do you need some more wine?"
"Thank you, Jane, that would be lovely. You get the drinks and I will put the DVD in the DVD player."
Jane moved to the kitchen. She grabbed two beers for herself; she wanted to relax and not have to move once she sat down and topped up Maura's wine. As she was doing so she heard Maura's cry.
"Paranormal Activity 3? Jane, I hate horror movies, bedsides, I haven't seen the first two."
Jane set the drinks down on the table, "you don't need to have seen them really." She proceeded to summarise the plots of the previous two films. "So there you go. Trust me, you'll like it."
As Jane sat down on the sofa she expected Maura to sit on the opposite side, but Maura sat down next to Jane; their bodies touching in an unspoken embrace. Jane leant forward and picked up her beer and Maura's wine; passing the wine to the woman next to her. She smiled as she took in the beauty of this woman and their fingers touched briefly. She was the epitome of beauty. She couldn't look away.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Maura's soft voice made Jane's mouth go dry. Remembering her beer she took a long draw and let out a small sigh of satisfaction.
Maura heard the sigh from Jane and felt her stomach flip. Maura had always been fluid in her sexuality, attraction was basic chemistry and gender to Maura was simply not a factor. If she was attracted to the person, then that was all that mattered to Maura. People often thought her a prude when it came to sex, but she was far from it.
Maura leant forward and removed her shoes, although used to wearing very high heels, her feet were sore. She made a show of rubbing her feet, softly moaning at the sensation and the release that her fingers were providing. As she settled back next to Jane, she could swear she heard Jane whisper something about her being so goddam sexy.
The film was slow to build up and gave the women chance to relax. By the time that the film had become scary, both women were practically laying down on the sofa. The music changed on screen, signifying something was about to happen; when it did, Maura shrieked and practically jumped on top of Jane.
Jane laughed at the normally cool and calm doctor scared at the supernatural occurrences on screen. Jane put her arm around the doctor and pulled her closer. Maura shuffled her position so that she was facing Jane and could rest her head on the taller woman's chest. Jane adapted to the position and moved so that she was more comfortable.
Holy shit, Maura was laid on top of her. Maura's leg was bent over hers and Maura's hand was, oh crap, she just moved it, by her side. Jane was sure that she was going to spontaneously combust.
Maura didn't really like this film, but the scary moments had meant that she could use it as an excuse to seek solace in the arms and body of Jane. Maura after all, was the Queen of the Dead; things like this did not scare her. Maura moved her hand and placed it on Jane's transverse abdominis. Even through the flimsy material, Maura could feel that Jane's stomach was perfectly defined. Maura imagined dragging her nails up the rectus abdominis, feeling the balance of feminine softness and hard muscle. As Maura imagined the sensation, she let out a low moan.
"You know, Jane, there are studies that show that horror films are actually an aphrodisiac. They produce the same reactions in the human body that one experiences during sex; the release of endorphins, heightened senses, irregular breathing. I myself am feeling these things."
Jane felt the familiar tightening in her stomach, heat spreading from her stomach down to her groin and then all the way to her neck. She couldn't trust herself to speak.
"Uh-huh."
She felt Maura move closer and raise her leg, her bare foot dragging up and down the inside of Jane's leg, inciting the feelings Maura had just described. A fact not missed by Maura.
"I think that you are feeling these things too Jane, is that correct?"
Jane still could not speak. "Uh-huh."
Spurred on by this confirmation, Maura decided that now was the time for bold action. Maura snaked her hand underneath Jane's vest top and rubbed her thumb across Jane's transverse abdominis; it felt exactly as Maura imagined.
Crap; Maura was touching her skin under her top. The woman she had realised she fancied was making a move on her. Time to man up Rizzoli; she wants you, so kiss her.
"I'm not feeling those things because of the film though Maura."
With that she pulled the woman fully on top of her and kissed her, gently at first, then deeper as she entered Maura's mouth with her tongue. Maura was the first to pull away.
"Neither am I, Jane."
With that simple statement, Jane knew that she and Maura wanted the same thing. She lifted the smaller woman off her, not breaking contact. Maura wrapped her legs around the brunette.
"Maura, which way is your bedroom?"
Definitely time to man up, Rizzoli! Jane smirked as she carried Maura in the direction she was pointing.
