Maura

The politeness of her smile went from Craig to Charlie before melting into something a lot more daring as she stopped on Jane who was sat in front of her. Slowly, she approached her foot from the brunette's and began to caress her ankle under the table.

She had been the one who had suggested the double date, if only to show everyone – starting with herself – that she was fine. Reluctantly, Jane had nonetheless accepted and there they were, now; the four of them enjoying a dinner at a hype, French restaurant of Boston.

The detective stiffened slightly under the unexpected touch but as she plunged her dark eyes into her friend's ones, she relaxed; played along.

Truth to be told, Maura was bored. Charlie and Craig were adorable men but terribly random in the end. Good-looking, attentive and smart. Yet insipid.

There was no sparkle altogether; neither for Jane or her.

"Would you like some more wine?"

Nodding in silence, the honey blonde tended her glass at her date before focusing back on Jane on the other side of the table. If the dinner was boring, at least there was still a way to have fun; all in subtlety.

Without making the slightest noise, Maura took her stiletto off and began to run her toes along Jane's leg. Softly, eliciting the same shivering feelings as if she had run a feather on her friend's skin. There was something arousing in the gesture; perhaps the sentiment of doing something prohibited, hidden. Against all expectations, they had never really given into this kind of foreplay before; or at least not under such circumstances.

The taste of first times was appealing.

"I was thinking about taking Jane out there, yes. The place looks amazing..."

All of a sudden, Maura turned her head around and stared at Charlie; almost in disbelief. She had not paid attention to the conversation both men had been sharing – had they even realized that neither her nor her friend had been talking, all that time? - but the mention of the detective's name had just caught her attention. He was making plans. Charlie was making plans.

He was making plans with the woman whose knee was now brushing Maura's inner leg suggestively.

The blonde swallowed hard, aroused by the game of foreplay she had initiated and irritated by the talk going on next to her. She couldn't stand it. Jane and Charlie weren't a couple. They had barely shared a weekend and a few dates. What kind of adults dared to make plans out of such a poor semblance of relation?

She took a deep breath and focused back on the brunette who didn't seem bothered at all by the fact her very own date had included her in long-term plans. Unless she just hadn't really paid attention, too busy by the ministrations she was giving under the table.

Smirking, Maura passed her tongue over her lips – brushed the edge of her glass of wine with her fingertips – before biting her lower lip in a way she hoped highly suggestive and arousing enough. If it weren't for the game they were now both playing, the medical examiner should have recognized that she was experiencing one of her worst dates ever.

Jane smiled quietly, a hand on her lowcut. Maura winked. Her friend wouldn't go back home alone, that night. Yet it wouldn't be with Charlie.

…

Jane

Breathless, Jane broke their kiss and leaned against Maura's forehead; a bright smile playing on her lips echoing her friend's one. It hadn't been complicated to get rid of Craig and Charlie. It hadn't taken too long either for both women finding themselves panting against the wall of her apartment where she had not even bothered to turn the lights on as they had entered.

"Come with me."

The honey blonde's hoarse – lustful – voice turned her on even more and without a word, she accepted her friend's hand that led them to her bedroom.

The streetlight pierced through the window, sliding on the hardwood floor; following a silver path of delicate, pale light. Soon, she felt Maura's lips devouring her neck – her shoulders – as her hands were already unzipping her black dress. The piece of clothing brushed her body in an echo of the blonde's caresses. She stepped out of it, got lost in another deep – eager – kiss.

Their sighs resounded loud in the silence of the night; in the darkness of the room. The precipitation of their gestures matching the fast beating of their hearts; the depths of their lustful kisses. Soon, Jane let herself fall on the mattress, Maura's body on top of her; her hands and lips everywhere on her skin. She restrained a moan, arched her back.

She would have never assumed that the foreplay they had lost themselves in at the restaurant would get her that much aroused but the truth was that she was already panting hard while her friend's gestures had not yet reached the delicious boldness that usually drove her crazy.

"Maur'..."

She swallowed hard – tried to take a deep breath – but as she felt the scientist laugh against her inner thigh, she rolled her eyes in abdication. She had lost any kind of orientation in the dark with Maura's body over hers; her lips, tongue and hands wandering around on her shivering flesh.

Her friend's presence at such a strategical level of her body had taken her by surprise. She hadn't really expected her to be already there; heading slowly but surely between her legs.

"You want me to stop? Fine."

She groaned – obviously reacting to Maura's falsely innocent question – and without adding a word, she passed her hand through the honey blonde's hair to pull her closer to her body; abandoning herself to the tantalizing caresses; her foot slowly sliding on her friend's bare back as if to accompany the pace of the ministrations.

She forgot everything: her job, the victims, Charlie. Under the invisible curves traced by the honey blonde's tongue on her sensitive flesh, Jane lost any kind of reference; let it go completely.

If she had always had a hard time focusing on the time being, Maura was the only person who managed to make her relax and lose the grip so easily.