Jane had wanted to take Maura out to dinner, but the weather had other plans for them. She had cancelled their date because of the snowstorm, but Maura wouldn't hear of it. The two of them were given an opportunity to have an entire night together and Maura wasn't willing to waste that opportunity at home. The snow was piling up outside and visibility on the road was low, but Maura was willing to brave any kind of weather to see Jane. Jane may have cancelled their date, but she held on to hope that Jane only cancelled because of the weather and not because she didn't want to see her.
"Maura?" Jane asked in complete surprise when she opened the door to her apartment. "Sweetheart, what are you doing here?"
"I missed you," Maura admitted.
Jane pulled her in for a hug. The woman she loved had braved a snowstorm just to spend time with her and Jane never wanted to let go of her. She looked at the remnants of snow on Maura. Her hair was slightly damp and her nose was like a little icicle. Never in her life had Jane seen a sight as cute as Maura just coming in from the snow.
"Let's get you into something warm," Jane said as she helped Maura out of her coat. "I was just thinking about you before you showed up."
"What were you thinking?" Maura asked, hoping Jane would respond with a cute, but cheesy answer.
"Nothing," Jane said shyly. Maura's heart nearly melted when she saw Jane's dimpled smile. Out of all the nights she had spent with Jane, Maura knew there was something different about tonight. Jane was being so attentive and loving and Maura wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as she could.
"You can change into these," Jane said and handed her a pair of flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt. It wasn't what Maura was used to sleeping in, but the sweatshirt smelled like Jane, so Maura couldn't resist. "I promise I won't look."
"Jane, you can look," Maura told her.
"No, I can't," Jane insisted. "Remember, no sex. Why do you think I'm keeping you covered up? Seeing you change out of your clothes will make me even hornier than I already am."
"I can help you with that," Maura said as she started to take off her blouse. Jane tried her hardest not to look, but once she caught a glimpse of Maura in her bra, her libido went into overdrive. She had to feel her.
"No sex below the neck," Jane insisted.
"That's fine," Maura agreed, although she had no intentions of abiding by that rule. She laid next to Jane, slightly annoyed by the fact that Jane was still fully clothed. "To answer that question you asked me so long ago, yes, this is a sleepover and, yes, I'm attracted to you."
"I'm more than attracted to you," Jane began and Maura hoped again for a cheesy statement. "I'm in love with you."
"I know you're in love with me," Maura teased.
"I just like saying it," Jane admitted. "It has nothing to do with you being a woman. It's because of who you are. I'm in love and I'm coming to terms with being in love."
Jane had said no sex below the neck, so Maura moved closer to Jane and started kissing her neck. The kisses were soft and gentle until she heard a moan from Jane. The sound of her moaning overwhelmed Maura. She nibbled on Jane's neck, completely unaware that she was leaving her mark on Jane. Jane would have some explaining to do when they were out in public, but Maura didn't care because leaving marks made her feel as if she were staking her claim on the woman she loved.
"How about no sex below the waist?" Maura suggested, her fingertips now grazing Jane's abs.
"Maura," Jane said, moving Maura's hands away from her. "You know how turned on I am by you, but I really think we should wait to have sex."
"Okay," Maura responded as she reached for the pajamas Jane let her borrow. "Jane, if it's that important to you, we'll wait. Our relationship—"
"Our relationship?" Jane teased. Maura looked flabbergasted, so Jane decided to let that little slip up go.
"What did we do together before we started having sex?" Maura asked. Now that she was fully clothed, she cuddled up to Jane.
"We thought about having sex with each other," Jane reminded her. "We would lay together, flirt with each other, touch each other. Maura, how does nobody know about us?"
"They assume we're friends, very close friends," Maura laughed.
"Well, we are," Jane added. "We're dating, but we're still best friends. You're not my girlfriend yet. You will be soon enough."
"How about Scrabble?" Maura suggested out of nowhere.
"Scrabble, it is," Jane agreed. She grabbed the board and the two of them stared nervously at their letters. The point of playing this game was to get their mind off of sex, but it just wasn't working for them.
"Let's play something else," Maura insisted.
"Afraid you'll lose, Poindexter?" Jane teased. She was staring at her letters and trying to come up with a word that she hoped would earn her a higher score than whichever word Maura might have.
"No," Maura responded. "I just—Jane, please, let's play another game."
"Nice try," Jane told her. "Put your letters down. I already have my word arranged."
"I warned you," Maura reminded her. She grabbed five of her tiles and arranged the word "labia" on the board. "It's the first word that came to mind."
"Labia, Maura?" Jane asked in disbelief. "You couldn't have just used the word 'bail' or 'lab?' Maura, you work in a lab, how did 'lab' not come to mind?"
"'Lab' didn't come to mind because I'm thinking about labia," Maura pointed out. "Also, 'labia' is worth more points."
Instead of being frustrated, Jane couldn't help but laugh. "No more Scrabble. How about a horror movie?"
"Horror movies are so inaccurate," Maura began. "Decapitation would result in—"
"Maura, stop," Jane interrupted. "Okay, we won't watch a horror movie. I'm starting to realize why we spend most of our time having sex."
Maura smiled at Jane. "Why should we change our routine?"
"It's a routine?" Jane asked in disbelief.
"I didn't—" Maura began. "I don't mind watching a horror movie."
It was, perhaps, the most medically inaccurate movie they had ever watched and Maura made sure to point that out during almost every scene, but Jane didn't mind. She was with the woman she loved and she spent the rest of the night holding on to her.