Prompt: Jane watches Maura masturbate.

"Jaaaaane," Maura whined shifting next to her on the bed and running her hands over her girlfriend's stomach. The brunette smirked and feined exhaustion and took Maura's hands off of her. The medical examiner pouted and crossed her arms. "Jane," her voice lowered, "I want you. Please." She moved forward so she was nose to nose with the detective.

"I'm not really feeling it tonight, Maur." She could see the blonde getting more annoyed and she bit her lip in an attempt to stifle a grin. "Besides, what do you do when I'm not around?" Maura narrowed her eyes and slipped her lace panties down her legs and moved to straddle the brunette's thighs; Jane audibly swallowed at the sight of the blonde in her old Boston Police Department t-shirt, hovering over her.

"Well, when you're not home," Maura ran one hand through her hair and the other hand under the hem of the ragged black shirt. "When you're not home, I have to take care of myself." She looked down at Jane whose eyes darkened considerably and whose chest was heaving with labored breaths. Maura moved her hand further up the shirt and palmed her breast, throwing her head back, letting out a small whimper.

"Shirt off," the brunette demanded. "Let me see you." Maura extracted the shirt and threw it off the bed; the sight of the blonde in front of her stoked a fire deep in the brunette's core. Maura continued massaging her breasts and took her nipples between her fingers and pulled, hardening them immediately.

"I pretend it's you touching me. Sometimes when I'm at work, I get so worked up, I can barely wait to get home and feel you against me." Jane's grasped at the sheets, her knuckles turning white. "And when you're not here, I like to imagine what you would do to me." The blonde continued tweaking one nipple with one hand, while the other moved lower. She shifted her hips, allowing Jane to see every part of her. The brunette moaned at the sight of Maura's dripping wet sex.

"Maur," the detective rasped, her voice dangerously low, wanting to reach out and touch her. Maura ran her fingers over the length of herself, gasping at how wet she was. She eyed the woman below her and continued to rub herself, coating her fingers. The blonde lifted the fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean— moaning at the taste of herself. Maura moved her hand back down and spread her folds, giving Jane a full view.

She brought her other hand from her chest and entered two fingers easily into her; the medical examiner groaned and shifted, loving the feeling of her digits filling her and stretching her. "Oh, god, Jane!" She rocked harder into her hand, moaning Jane's name with every exhale. "Fuck, Jane. When you're not here, I pretend you're inside me. It feels so good, Jane."

The brunette watched the blonde's fingers thrusting in and out of herself and she gripped Maura's hips pulling her down harder. A scream ripped from the back of the blonde's throat and she circled her clit in tight, fast circles. "Jaaaaane," she moaned working her sex with both of her hands. She bit her lip and closed her eyes feeling herself propelling toward the edge.

"Come for me, Maura." And with that, an orgasm ripped through her and Jane held onto the blonde's hips steadying herself and she came. Maura fell forward and mumbled some only slightly coherent "Oh, Jane"s. She wrapped herself around the detective and promptly fell asleep.