A/N: We're moving into M territory now. Hope you'll enjoy this chapter!
Maura emerged twenty minutes later, make-up free and wearing yoga pants with a warm comfy sweater. She looked as beautiful as ever. Her eyes were still red from crying, but at least the tears had subsided. She carefully sat down at the kitchen island, keeping her eyes down the whole time.
"I uhh, made us some soup. It's all I could do with this thing still attached to me like a parasite. Or my Ma. Both work." She smiled at her joke, hoping to get some sort of reaction from Maura. But all the other woman did was nod, still not making eye contact with Jane.
The Detective's smile fell, a frown overtaking her features. There had to be something she could do to make Maura feel better. Turning back to her soup, she stirred with her good hand, her mind trying to come up with something she could do for Maura. But it stayed blank. She had no idea what the other woman was going through.
If it were something as simple as a break up, she would grab ice cream, put on a movie, make sure that there were enough tissues and spend the evening wallowing. But this wasn't simple. This wouldn't just go away after some tears and ice cream. This would stay with her for the rest of her life. Jane involuntarily shuddered.
"You don't have to stay." Maura's voice brought her back from the jumbled thing called her brain and she turned around.
"I want to." Jane's voice was firm, there was no place for arguing. Maura nodded, fidgeting with her hands.
"Soup will be ready soon. Is there anything I can do for you? Anything I can get you?" Only now did Maura look up. Jane looked directly into sad, tired eyes. Eyes that were full of emotion. That told Jane exactly how Maura was feeling. There were no walls, no façades. This was Maura. The real Maura.
Reaching over the island, Jane grabbed Maura's hand, tracing a pattern with her thumb. She waited for Maura to say something.
"Maybe a glass of wine." The Detective nodded, turning around to grab a glass. At least, she would've if she knew where Maura kept them.
"Uhm, where do you keep the wine glasses?" The question didn't hold any meaning, but that didn't stop Maura from smiling slightly, remembering when she came over to cook for Jane for the first time. Pointing at one of the many cabinets, she watched Jane grab two glasses.
She didn't say anything when Jane poured them both a vast amount of wine. Taking a sip, she felt the familiar fluid make its way down her throat. She sighed contently. She was glad Jane was here. At least she wasn't alone.
They remained silent, sipping their wine. It was only when Jane grabbed two bowls to pour the soup in that Maura spoke up again.
"You're the first person I told." She eagerly dug into the soup, only now just realizing how hungry she was. They hadn't eaten anything since this morning.
"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." Jane's reply made Maura look up at her. She hadn't thought of that. She knew Jane wasn't the kind of person to kiss and tell. Smiling softly, she grabbed a piece of bread that laid in between the two women.
They ate silently, both happy to get something in their stomachs. When they finished, Maura cleared the table, Jane trying her best to help Maura dry the dishes. It was at times like these that she hated the cast. Well, she hated it every single second of every single day, but it intensified with moments like these.
"Damn cast." The curse made Maura look up from putting away the last dishes. Jane was pouting down at her wrist, her eyebrows drawn together.
Slowly she stepped forward, stopping just short of Jane. She reached out, taking Jane's wrist in her hand, bringing her hand up to her face. She kissed each finger, finishing with a kiss to the inside of Jane's palm.
"I'm sorry." Jane shook her head, pulling Maura closer to her.
"I thought we established that we were both sorry." Maura smiled shyly, ducking her head.
Jane would have none of it. Lifting Maura's chin with her index finger, she pressed a soft sweet kiss to her lips. When they pulled back, Jane saw uncertainty in Maura's eyes.
"Stay with me tonight?" Jane didn't hesitate for a second, nodding her agreement. If she had been asked this question this morning she probably would've said no, too scared to say yes, but things were different now. Maura needed her. And she wasn't going to say no.
They stayed in each other's embrace for a while longer, reveling in the feeling of the other woman. Jane pressed a kiss to Maura's head every now and then, taking in the smell that was just Maura. Jane eventually broke the comforting silence.
"Do you want to go to bed or watch a movie or something?" Maura glanced at the clock, not removing her head from Jane's chest. It was only seven.
"We could watch a movie. It's still early." Jane nodded, reluctantly pulling away. She quickly grabbed a hold of Maura's hand, not ready to let go completely. The honey blonde smiled up at her. She was looking better, but Jane could still see the struggle going on inside of her.
Squeezing the hand she was holding, she guided them both to the couch. Maura sat down, tucking her legs underneath her. Jane kept standing, her hand still holding Maura's. She was torn. She knew she had to walk the extra three feet to pick out a movie, but she didn't want to let go of Maura either. Maura chuckled, seeing Jane glare at the DVD's across the room. If only they were closer.
"You're going to need your hand to pick out a movie Jane." The Detective sighed, knowing that Maura was right.
Letting go of Maura's hand, Jane all but dashed across the room, grabbed the top DVD, popped it in and returned next to Maura, pulling the other woman into her. When Maura snuggled closer to her, she found out that holding the Doctor was like an addiction. She smiled, resting her head on top of Maura's.
It took Maura all of her self-control not to burst into laughter when she saw that the Detective had left the remote on the DVD player. She waited for Jane to figure it out. It took her a full minute.
"Motherfucker!" Maura couldn't contain the laughter that flowed from her lips.
"Maura it's not funny!" The pout on Jane's face caused Maura to laugh harder, holding her side as she doubled over.
Jane rolled her eyes, not fighting the smile that made its way onto her face. She got up dramatically, grabbed the remote and stopped just short of sitting down. Maura looked up at her, biting her lip to keep her from laughing. Jane narrowed her eyes at the other woman, carefully setting down the remote.
"You think laughing at me is funny?" Maura opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was another laugh.
"That's it. You've done it!" Maura squealed when Jane jumped on top of her, effectively pinning her down. "You're gonna wish you hadn't laughed at me." Maura – who was still chuckling – raised her eyebrows.
"Really? And how is that?" The mischievous look that appeared in Jane's eyes and the smirk told Maura she might've been right. Jane raised her hands wiggling her fingers.
"Because… I'm going to tickle you to death!" Maura just had enough time to let out a "No!" before Jane started her assault.
Laughter filled Jane's ears and she watched Maura struggle underneath her, trying to get out of her grasp. Jane held on though, her fingers moving over Maura's side quickly. After a minute she stopped, leaning in close to Maura.
"Do you give up?" Maura was panting heavily.
"Y-Yes, I give up." Jane smirked in victory.
"That'll teach you to laugh at me next time." Maura smiled devilishly. Jane raised an eyebrow.
"Really? How do you know I didn't plan this all along? I have you right where I want you Detective." Jane's eyes filled with confusion. What the hell was she talking about?
But before she had time to question Maura, she felt lips on hers. She moaned deeply when Maura deepened the kiss, sneaking her hands under Jane's shirt. She moved them up and down her back, pulling her flush on top of her. The kiss was different than any they shared before. This one was more forceful, less shy. Maura brought up her leg, sliding it in between Jane's.
The Detective breathed heavily, feeling Maura's kisses go down her neck. Her hips started moving on their own, and she moaned at the feeling it was giving her.
"Jesus Maura." It was Maura's turn to grin. Leaning up, she claimed Jane's lips once more, her hands moving down to cup Jane's ass. Jane started moving faster, burying her face in Maura's neck. She was getting close.
"Let go baby." Maura kissed Jane's neck softly, holding the other woman tightly.
"Maur I- Fuck!" Jane's breaths were short and fast as she collapsed on top of the other woman. Maura held her as she came down from her high. Running her hand through Jane's tresses, she smiled.
"This wasn't what I planned." Maura laughed at Jane's mumbled voice.
"What did you plan?" She sounded flirtatious, daring. Jane removed her head from its spot in Maura's neck, looking up at the other woman.
"Just… being there for you. Jesus Maura. That was… intense." Jane shook her head, still not believing what had just happened. And how fast it happened. Never had she come this fast. And Maura hadn't even been touching her! Christ, this was embarrassing.
"Sorry." She ran a hand over her face, through her hair. She didn't dare meet Maura's eyes.
"What for?" Maura cupped Jane's cheek, watching as her eyes fluttered closed.
"I didn't… I mean…" She opened her eyes. She looked ten years younger. "I didn't mean too… y'know." Jane sat up, waving her right hand around. Maura still looked confused. Jane bit her lip.
"You didn't even touch me Maura!" Realization dawned on Maura. She sat up, watching Jane sit down next to her, enough space in between them. She sighed softly.
"You don't have to be embarrassed Jane." The Detective shook her head. Maura moved forward, slinging her leg over Jane, straddling her. This made Jane look up at her, her hands moving to Maura's hips like it was completely normal.
"I acted like a sixteen year old boy who couldn't control himself." Maura shrugged, moving on Jane's lap. The Detective had trouble biting back a moan.
"Jane. I don't care. I find it sweet." Jane raised her eyebrows.
"You find me acting like a horny teenager sweet?" Jane laughed softly. "You're really weird you know that." Maura smiled down at her.
"Good weird or bad weird?"
"Definitely good weird." This time Jane initiated the kiss, slipping her tongue into Maura's mouth. She always tastes so sweet. Jane's hand slipped under Maura's sweater, moving up her back. She pulled back, smirking at the honey blonde.
"No bra?" Maura smirked, leaning close to Jane's ear.
"Not the only thing that's missing." Jane swallowed thickly, feeling another rush of arousal hit her hard.
"Really?" She was barely able to formulate the word. Maura nodded.
"You're welcome to check for yourself." Jane's heart was hammering so loud she was sure it could burst out of her chest any second. She breathed hard as she moved her hand down. Maybe that was why she changed out of her jeans. No zipper for Jane to struggle with.
Jane slowly slipped her hand under Maura's waistband, stopping there. Feeling Maura rock her hips, she bit her lip before moving further. Fuck. She really wasn't wearing any underwear.
Both of them moaned when Jane's fingers reached Maura's wetness. The Detective didn't dare move her hand.
"Jane. Please." Maura's pleads urged her on, suddenly giving her a boost of confidence.
She started up a rhythm, moving slow but steady. Maura was quick to match Jane's strokes. The honey blonde's moans made Jane feel something she never had before and without a second though, she slipped a finger inside Maura. She moaned at the feeling.
"God, you're so wet." Maura had her head buried in Jane's neck and Jane had full access to Maura's. Urged on by Maura's sounds, she moved faster, attaching her lips to Maura's neck. She sucked, nibbled before moving to her earlobe.
"Come for me Maura." She slipped her finger out of Maura completely, adding a second finger as she entered her again, curling them deep inside of her. Maura screamed out her release.
Jane held her as she came down, her hand quickly retreating. Looking down at her fingers, she saw they were coated with Maura's juices. She swallowed as the sudden urge to taste them overwhelmed her and she brought her fingers up to her lips, licking them clean.
Unbeknownst to Jane, Maura was watching the whole thing. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Growling deep in her throat, she got off Jane's lap and grabbed the hand Jane had just licked clean.
"Bedroom. Now."
