A/N 1: 25 chapters, wow. I never expected this story to get this long. I'm glad you're all enjoying it and have brought it to this point. Without further a due, here is the next installment. It's a nice long one so enjoy!
Maura's POV:
I think Jane has ripped my clothes off in record time. We were barely in the door before she started undressing me while attacking my neck with her mouth. She makes quick work of my clothes and before I know it, I'm naked and being carried into the master bedroom bridal style by my beautiful wife.
Jane tosses me down on the bed and starts removing her clothes, also in record time, and crawls on top of me. I pull her in for a kiss while wrapping my legs around her waist. She pushes her tongue into my mouth and I moan. I love the taste of Jane, anyway I can get it.
She slowly starts to grind against me as we continue to kiss and the feeling is amazing. The friction between our bodies is magnificent. I tangle my hands in her hair, massaging her head. I feel her hand travel down to my breast and cup it before pinching my nipple roughly. I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
She breaks the kiss and moves her mouth to my nipple, soothing the slight pain with her tongue. My back arches off the bed as she continues to assault my breast. Jane lets go of my nipple with a soft "pop" before kissing a path down my abdomen. I grab a handful of sheets in anticipation of what is about to happen as she slowly descends down my body.
She pushes my legs apart and settles herself between them and lays her hands on each of my inner thighs, quite close to my aching center. Not feeling anything happen, I open my eyes and see Jane just staring at me. She has a goofy smile on her face but I can see the deep arousal in her eyes. The look sends shivers down my spine.
"You're so beautiful Maura. God I can't get over the fact that you're my wife. What did I ever do to deserve such a beautiful creature such as yourself?" she asks me and my heart melts. This woman has so much love and compassion for me, I feel as if I'm on top of the world.
"Oh baby, you more than deserve me. We're perfect for each other in mind, body and soul. Don't ever forget that." I say as I run my hand down her cheek. She closes her eyes briefly at the contact before looking back down at my center.
"Now let me show you how much you mean to me." she says before planting a soft kiss to the top of mound. She looks up as she spreads my folds with her fingers. I moan out and let my head drop to the bed as I feel her tongue lick up my center. My hips begins to thrust up as she takes my throbbing bead into her mouth and sucks on it.
"Oh god, baby more!" I cry out as my pleasure builds. I want her inside me and she knows it. "What do you want Maur? Tell me baby." I hear her husk at me. "Inside, please." I moan out in desperation. When I feel two very skilled fingers enter me I cry out in pleasure, unable to control my hips from thrusting into Jane's mouth.
I can feel my orgasm fast approaching, my body spasming under Jane's expert fingers and tongue. My thoughts briefly go to a place they probably shouldn't, but I can't help. I think back upon past lovers and my sexual experiences. No one has ever come close to Jane and her abilities to satisfy me. Especially the one person I thought was the 'love of my life'.
"Ian!" I cry out as my orgasm hits me full force. I feel Jane's fingers still and she removes her mouth from my center. I lay on the bed, catching my breath, not realizing what I've just done. I'm too preoccupied by the amazing post orgasm feeling.
"Oh Jane, that was amazing." I say after a few minutes of catching my breath. I look up at her and she's staring at me with pain and anger in her eyes.
"What did you just say?" she asks softly, and I'm confused by her tone.
"That was amazing Jane. You're very skilled with you're a very skilled lover." I compliment her with a smile on my face. It falls immediately as I realize she's very upset.
"That's not what I meant. You cried out Ian's name as you climaxed." she says this part with a little more anger than sadness. At first I'm confused by her statement. Until I realize that I did in fact say his name out loud in the throes of passion.
"Oh my god Jane, I didn't mean-" I start before she holds up her hand to stop me. The glare she gives with it silences me immediately. My heart constricts in pain at her expression.
"Save it Maura. Clearly you had other things on your mind that your WIFE, who was making love to you." Jane says bitterly before turning and heading into the bathroom. I see her grab her clothes on the way in.
"Jane, wait!" I yell as I jump up from the bed. I reach the door but she's locked it so I can't get in. I jiggle the handle a few times, even though I know that won't make it open.
"Jane please, come out and let me explain. It's not what you think, I promise." I say to her through the door, but all I hear is silence on the other side.
"Please baby." I say with a little more desperation in my tone. After hearing nothing once more, I rest my head against the door and let the tears flow. I cry for a few minutes before trying again.
"I'm so sorry Jane. I never meant to say his name." I say softly against the door. I know she can hear me but once again I'm met with only silence.
I'm about to give it another try when I hear a knock at the door. I quickly wipe the tears from my face and grab my rope out of my bag. I wrap it securely around myself before heading to the door and answering it.
When I open up the door my heart drops and all the blood drains from my face. "Hello beautiful."
This is bad, this really bad. I can't seem to make my mouth move, or my body for that matter. I just stand still, staring at my surprise guest. "Ian." I manage to say breathlessly and he smiles before enveloping me in a hug.
"I've missed you Maura. I saw you get out of a cab and head in here so I thought I'd come say hi. What brings you to Paris?" He asks after breaking the hug. His hand remains on my shoulder though. And I'm still in shock so I make no attempt to remove it. That was my third mistake. The first was thinking of him in the first place and the second was opening the door. Three strikes and you're out, as Jane would say.
"It's not what I think huh?" I hear Jane ask from behind me, and I visibly tense before turning around. What I see rips my heart in two. Jane is standing with her suitcase in hand and tears running down her face. "How could you Maura?" she questions me, and there is so much pain and anguish in her voice that I burst into tears.
"No Jane, I swear there is nothing going on. Ian just showed up on his own. I had nothing to do with it. Please, baby you have to believe me." I cry out as I rush over to her. I reach out and she jerks away from my touch.
"Where's my ticket?" she says angrily. I'm taken back by her intense tone so I don't immediately respond.
"Where's my plane ticket?" she asks again, her tone rising further. I flinch as I realize what she wants. "It's in my bag, why?" I ask, even though I know the answer to that question. Jane is going home, without me.
She walks over to my bag and fishes around before finding our tickets. She grabs one and turns back around and starts heading for the door. I rush after her again, grabbing her arm, trying to get her to stay so I can explain.
Once again she jerks away from me and heads straight for the door. She turns around before speaking in a soft, dejected tone. "I'm going home. Don't try to stop me. Oh and I won't be home when you get back." with that she turns and leaves, shutting the door behind her.
Ian looks between the door and me, confusion etched on his face. "What the hell just happened?" he asks before walking over to me. As the realization that my wife just left me thinking I cheated on her hits, I collapse, the emotional weight getting the better of me.
Ian catches me and holds me to him as I start to sob uncontrollably. He carries me over to the bed and sits us down. He holds me while I cry, rubbing my back softly. I'm too emotionally damaged at the moment to think that this probably isn't the best thing for me to be doing right now.
All I know is that my heart hurts, so much so that I can't even move. There's a good possibility that I've just lost the love of my life. And the reason for that loss is currently holding me while I cry over the whole situation. The thought makes me cry harder. I cry myself to sleep, still wrapped in Ian's arms.
Jane's POV:
Maura cheated on me. The thought continues to rip my heart into shreds. I'm not sure there's really any heart left to rip to shreds, but the pain is still there. The plane ride back home is painful, hollow and lonely. It's still hard to believe that I'm actually here right now.
Just a couple hours ago I was in a fancy hotel in France, making love to my beautiful wife, and now I'm headed back to our dark, quiet house by myself with a broken heart. And the worst part is that I don't know what to do. I'm broken and I'm not sure if I can be fixed.
Getting to the house and packing a few of my things is a blur. I already have my suitcase from Paris but I grab a few extra things I feel as if I might need and head over to Frankie's place. When he answers the door, instant confusion and worry is etched on his face.
"Whoa Jane, what's wrong? Where's Maura?" he asks worriedly, but I ignore him and walk into his apartment. I set my stuff down on the floor near the couch and head straight for the fridge. I open it and grab a beer. After getting the cap off I chug the whole thing in one go. Once I finish that one I grab another and do the same thing.
Frankie is standing next to the bar watching me with confusion. He still doesn't know why I'm here, and why I'm chugging all of his beers. I grab one more and am about to open it when takes it from me, setting it down on the counter before grabbing my shoulders and looking right at me.
"What the hell is going on Jane?" he practically yells at me. Fresh tears make their way down my face at his question. I hang my head before speaking. "Maura cheated on me." I mumble out, barely loud enough for myself to hear.
"What was that?" he asks, turning his neck and trying to get a look at my face. I take a deep breath and repeat myself, a little louder this time.
"Maura cheated on me, or at least I think she did." I say as I lift my head and look him in the eyes.
"Okay Janie, how about we sit down and you start from the beginning?" he asks, already leading me over to the couch. I sit down and look up at him. "You got anything stronger that beer?" he nods his head and goes back into the kitchen.
A minute later he comes back with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He pours us both a glass and I down mine immediately. I pour another and drink it as well before turning to Frankie.
"So as you know Maura and I went to Paris for Christmas. She surprised me with the tickets and the idea to spend our first Christmas as a married couple alone." Frankie nods his head so I continue.
"Things were going great. We got to the hotel and immediately went at each other. In the throes of passion Maura cried out Ian's name as she climaxed." as I say this I see Frankie visibly cringe, knowing how damaging that is to relationship. He says nothing though, letting me continue my story.
I sigh before starting back up. "Naturally I was upset and locked myself in the bathroom. She was on the other side of the door begging me to come out and listen, saying it wasn't what it seemed and that she wanted to explain. I started to feel bad and decided to go out and talk to her." I stop talking at the thought of the next part. Frankie sees my hesitation and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. I smile at him sadly before composing myself enough to talk.
"When I came out of the bathroom I saw Maura at the door talking to none other than Ian. He had his hand on her shoulder and a huge smile on his face. Seeing them together after what happened when we had sex I just kinda lost it. She tried to stop me from leaving but I jerked away from her and left, telling her not to stop me and that when she got home I wouldn't be there. Surprisingly she didn't come after me. Or maybe it isn't surprising, after today's events. I always knew she was out of my league. I guess I'm lucky for having her for as long as I did." I say dejectedly and Frankie hits me in the arm.
"Ow, what was that for?" I ask as I glare at him. "For how stupid you are. Maura was never out of your league. And I don't want you to think otherwise. You two are perfect for each other and you'll work this out." he says, but I can tell he doesn't quite believe his own words.
"I'm not so sure Frankie. It all seemed too related. She cries his name and then he shows up. That can't just be coincidental." I say sadly and Frankie nods. He silently pours us both another drink and we clink glasses before downing them in one gulp.
I'm hammered off my ass and lying cold and alone on my brothers couch. Frankie and I stayed up and drank the whole bottle of whiskey before calling it a night. Frankie stumbled off to his bed while I curled up on the couch. The alcohol may have dulled the pain slightly, but I still feel it. Especially since I'm looking at the gold locket I bought for her for Christmas. I inserted a picture of us inside it. Back when we were happy. I stroke her face before feeling fresh tears fall down my cheeks.
I'm surprised I still have tears to shed. I've been crying so much I figured I'd be empty by now. I certainly feel empty. I had pictured giving her this locket and telling her how much I love her, saying that if she wears this then I'll always be close to her heart. I know it sounds cheesy but that was my thought process.
Images of a happy Maura, wearing my locket around her neck as we make love on Christmas morning fills my mind. I realize that I could still have that if I'm willing to fight for it. My time of self-pity is over. I have never been more stupid that I was tonight. I left my beautiful wife in the arms of another and just walked out. I should have kicked his ass out and tried to fight for her.
I decide that I'm still going to do that. Maura is my wife dammit, and I'm not going to let her go easily. With my new found courage and inspiration I drag my sorry ass off the couch and head out the door. How I manage to get down to the street and find a taxi in my inebriated state is beyond me, but somehow I do.
I am able to give the driver my address and we speed off towards home. I have managed to sober a little by the time we approach and I inform him that I want to be dropped off a few houses down. He complies and stops, letting me out after I pay for my ride.
I take a deep breath and start walking towards the house. I stop dead in my tracks when I see Ian carrying Maura inside the house bridal style. I didn't know it was possible but my heart breaks even more. In my drunken state I start to stumble towards the house. I'm hell bent on getting my wife back, no matter what is going on with Ian.
As I approach I see I dark shadow behind me and before I can turn around I feel a needle being stuck into my neck. As I collapse, arms grab me and prevent me from hitting the ground. I hear a gravely voice speak to me as the sound of a vehicle approaching breaks the silence.
"Hello detective, it's so good to see you again." and my last conscious thought before I'm thrown into the back of a dark van is Maura.
Maura's POV:
I slowly open my eyes and am greeted with the familiar site of my living room. My head is throbbing and I rub my temples with my fingers, trying to sooth the pain. Confusion hits first as I wonder why I'm on the couch, before realization sets in. Jane.
Jane left me in Paris, convinced I had cheated on her. And honestly I don't blame her. The way things turned out in that hotel room would make me feel the same if the cards were flipped. As I sit up Ian walks around the couch and hands me two Excedrin and a glass of water. I take them, swallowing the pills before setting the glass down on the coffee table.
I whisper a small thanks and then rest my head in my hands. I feel Ian's hands on my back as he tries to comfort me. I instantly move away from his touch. He pulls his hand back as I move away from him but doesn't let it go.
"What's going on Maura? Why all the tears and what's up with Jane?" he asks, as if it isn't blatantly obvious. You think he'd have seen my ring by now.
"Jane left, and I don't know if she'll ever come back. I've really messed up." I say sadly as a fresh bout of tears comes on. He reaches to wipe them away but I push his hand back.
"What are you doing?" I ask sharply, glaring at him slightly. "I'm trying to make you feel better babe." he says and I jump up off the couch.
"Don't call me babe." I say defensively. He looks shocked as he stands as well. "Maura what is going on? I thought you would be happy to see me. I came back here with you for Christ's sake." he says and I can tell he's slightly angry.
"You're the reason I'm in this situation in the first place. Because of you Jane thinks I'm cheating on her and has left." I yell at him, getting quite defensive.
"What do you mean cheating on her?" he asks confusedly.
"Jane and I are married Ian. She is my wife and she thinks I'm cheating on her with you."
He looks shocked at my confession but I don't care. I just want him out of my house so I can find Jane and beg her to take me back.
"Wait, how is that possible?" he stupidly asks. I roll my eyes at him before answering.
"Jane and I are in love and decided to get married. We were on our special Christmas getaway when you showed up." I say with my hands on my hips.
"Oh my god, you're a lesbian?" he says with shock and disgust in his tone. All it does is make me angrier.
"I am in love with, and married to a woman, so yes that constitutes me being a "lesbian" as you put it. Is there a problem with that?" I say sharply.
"Well no, not really. But I thought you are I were in love?"
"Ian, you were in and out of my life constantly. You weren't around enough for us to be in love. Plus, it's always been Jane for me, and now I need to find her and make this all right."
As I go to walk back into the kitchen her grabs my arm and stops me. "Wait I'm confused. All I did was knock on your door and talk to you. Why would Jane think you were cheating with me?" he asks the worst possible question he could. My face instantly turns red and I can feel hives coming on at the thought of lying to him. I know once I say the reason he'll think I'm still in love with him, and then he'll never leave.
I pull away from him and walk into the kitchen, looking for my phone. Unfortunately he follows me, not letting it go. "Maura, what happened?" he questions as she grabs my arm again.
I sigh and wipe a few tears away before responding. "As I climaxed after Jane made love to me I said your name." it comes out in a whisper and I hang my head. It's silent for a few seconds, as Ian has yet to say anything.
"Wow, you really do have a problem. What are the odds of that? I show up at your door right after you orgasm thinking about me." he has the audacity to have a smile on his face as she says this. I find my rage again and get in his face.
"The only reason I was thinking of you is because Jane was pleasuring me far better than any lover I have ever had. I know it wasn't smart to think about past lovers, no matter the context, while my wife was going down on me, but I couldn't help it. She's so skilled and I was thinking about how lucky I was to have her. My orgasm took me by surprise and your name just happened to slip out. It had nothing to do with you positively." I rant as I start to pace the kitchen.
I can tell I've offended him as he walks around the island and grabs his coat. He turns to me as he heads for the front door. "Good luck getting your dyke wife to take your sorry ass back. Lesbians don't usually like it when you prefer your ex-boyfriends dick over their pussy." he spits in my face before heading out and slamming the door.
I jump at the sound and stand there, frozen to the spot, for several minutes. I begin the sink to the floor as more tears start up. I curl up into a ball and let them flow freely. I ache to have Jane's strong arms around me right now, but it's my fault it's not a possibility.
I'm in no state to find her right now so I just cry myself to sleep on the kitchen floor, wallowing is self pity.
A/N 2: Sorry but I got a request for more drama. I've been feeling like I should add some myself too. I wanted to spice up the story. I'll update quickly so you don't have to wait long to find out what happens next. Let me know your thoughts, it drives me to update quicker.