Mistakes are on me ;)
See Author's Note (Chapter one)
Maura wraps her legs around the Italian. "If you don't hurry to get me upstairs there won't be much left of that voice."
Maura's POV
We lay in bed, nearly perfectly duplicating the position from the night before.
"Maybe we can use the next two days to gather some impressions for the wedding. Have a look at rings, a little brainstorm on food or how big we want to get our guest list or whatever you want," Jane whispers against the skin of my left breast.
My nails are scraping lightly along the hairline at Jane's neck. I am still not able to wrap my head around the fact that the gorgeous woman lying on top of me will be married to me for some month already next year around the same time.
It's so surreal. I remember last year around the same time. I never saw even happening her lying skin-to-skin so close to me. How much a little time can change your life into the completely opposite direction. Maybe a year after next year we will be lying here in the same spot with a little breathing addition to our love.
I groan immediately inside my head. Will you just stop with the baby-talk again, Isles. But I can't and I know it. Simply the thought of a baby with Jane's eyes and olive skin and that sexy cleft in the chin makes my head spin and my heart beating faster. Although all the fears about the changes in our lives and relationship I can literally feel the love in her eyes burning my skin the moment she first holds the tiny human, looking at me.
Does it make me a terrible human being for wishing sometimes that she simply could impregnate me? That I simply wish we could just love each other and two weeks after I would get antsier with every passing day I turn out to be late. Life often is unfair. I know I shouldn't be complaining. I have everything I could wish for, but the simplest of all things we just can't have easily.
How many children get procreated each day, unwillingly or under the use of force and two people loving each other more than anything are at the mercy of quite likely a stranger. That's one of the reasons I don't like 'what if's'. It doesn't get me anywhere. I love her more than life itself and if it means that it never would happen I would take it gladly. Honestly, what else do I need?
"You are the one with the shopping issue so if you are willing to do that with me, I am all in."
"Okay honey," she whispers and kisses the cleft between my breasts. "We can have breakfast at this nice little café and then have a look at whatever we can think of." I cradle her against me, tonight I crave her to sleep just where she is, so I can feel her as much as possible.
"I love you," I whisper kissing the top of her head and she murmurs already half asleep, her face pressing against my skin. I only catch 'too, so much' but she could have said nothing at all and I would be just as happy.
After an extensive breakfast we both settle more than fast for wedding bands, as we both simultaneously point to the similar ring. Tungsten carbide, inwrought golden squares. As unique as our whole relationship. The engraving clearly will be the one sentence that describes us perfectly. 'You complete me' will be written in French inside of the one Jane is going to wear and mine will be carrying the same line, only in Italian.
I am not entirely sure which kind of wedding Jane is aiming for. Does she want only closest family and friends or the whole thing, with any family-member, however distantly related? I know I should, but I am afraid to ask, because I think she would be getting married with half of Boston attending, just to please what she thinks is expected from my status.
She never makes a big whoop of anything. We are sitting in the back corner of a café that imitates the small streets of Paris, snuggled together like teenagers, in the shelter of hedges and trees, hiding our table much. Since the moment I decided to propose I am aiming for a date but I am not sure she won't find it corny.
"What's going on in that big brain of yours?" she asks suddenly. "They can hear you thinking in Idaho."
"I told you already, my brain is physically not bigger than …"
"Don't try to change the subject Maura. What's going on?"
"I was just thinking about the wedding. I know it seems early but we need to set a date, otherwise we may not be able to find a service for food, or people planning their holidays."
"Okay let's do it. Let's find a date," she states as simply like I have ask her to get up and go home.
"Well as we already set the place we should maybe aim for July, because it minimizes the possibility of rain."
Jane watches me for a moment intensely before a wide grin spreads over her whole face. "You already have a date in mind and if I am right it contains exactly three same numbers in it," she's nearly already beaming with pride and I shouldn't be surprised by her skills to connect dots that fast, she isn't one of the best detectives for nothing.
"I may have thought about it…"
"Hives, Maura. Terrible itching hives!" she laughs aloud.
"It's cheesy…," I admit shyly.
"It is, but if you would tell me you want to get married on a Friday the 13th because it is your lucky day, I would. Probably Ma would kill us both, because she's really superstitious but I would marry you anyway, just in hell then." Still laughing. "And… it may spare me some trouble in the future," she adds.
"Why would it spare you some trouble?"
"Jeez Maura, for a genius you are really slowly sometimes! Forgetting your wedding-date…," she helps along.
"It's just a date Jane. I am not that into showing off your emotions on a special occasion."
"Remember that if you're not getting anything on Valentines Day," she giggles.
"Well… as I'm very aware that you are ovulating around the 14th of a month I am sure I am getting enough…then," I watch her closely process what I just answered her.
She swallows hard. "Maura… gee… you can't say something like that in public and expect me to be all cool."
"I didn't and you were the one who started that game while we had breakfast."
We had just sat down and were looking at the menu as three guys some tables ahead of us were having a fiery discussion over hair-colors. Which seems pretty weird to me, to begin with. Looking over at Jane I saw her trying to stifle a grin while choosing her food.
"What?" I asked.
Jane shook her head, but obviously only to clear her mind as she answered to my question anyway, leaning over the table, whispering. "I can only agree with the blonde guy. Natural redheads are pretty passionate in between the sheets."
I needed a moment to regain my composure, too much thoughts spinning around in my head. First, I didn't consider myself as a redhead, like she called it. Yes, my hair has a fair share of red but it's mostly only visible in the direct sunlight. So about whom was she talking and before I could think even further my mouth was already talking.
"Do you have any evidence to proof that point?"
Her eyebrows scooted up to the maximum of possibility. "What?"
"Well you just said you can agree with the fact that 'redheads' are passionate lovers, so I asked you for any evidence to proof that point. Did you have a red haired boyfriend?"
She was looking at me as what I considered as totally confused, before she switched chairs and scooted as close as possible to me.
"Well… there is this very beautiful genius with those mind-boggling eyes, changing their color with the change of light and her hair does the same. In sunlight it has this pretty coppery gleam and I know for a fact that she is an incredible lover. Passionately, insatiable and voluptuously," she whispered hot into my ear.
I shiver, the mere thought of it gives me goose bumps all over again. I throw a $20 bill on the table as it will cover our tab for coffee more than pretty well and leave no doubt that I want to go home, now. Well, we not even get that far and it is another first, at least for me.
Jane gets into her unmarked first, in the driver seat and in a moment of totally blankness I get in also, but in the back of it. Without even properly sitting down or saying something, anything, I yank her over the seat into the back. She can't even react.
"Hi," she whispers as our eyes meet. "Hi," I whisper back, breathlessly. As fast as I moved some seconds ago I slow down now immensely. I wrap my hands around her face and pull her in for a gentle kiss and as much as it soothes my need for contact, my hunger for her is more than evident. So much that it doesn't even bother me for a second that we are in a parking lot, three levels downstairs in the backseat of an unmarked police car which could not only get us into real trouble but rather easily become the scandal of the year.
"I need you baby," I whisper against her lips and she watches me, stunned into silence, while I discard my thong and wrap my arms around her to push it into her back-pocket. It is not likely anything I saw myself ever doing, but the thrill of being watched or getting caught spurs my arousal on, even further. She's upright on her knees between my legs and her mouth is standing open, with a blank expression on her face.
"You want to watch or are you going to help?" I ask her caressing my hands over my own thighs, hiking up my dress in the progress. The growl from her is loud and clear. The moment I open my legs and let her know how much turned on I am right now spurs her into action. Her gaze is raw and lustful, her hands grab my hips and before I can even take another breath she has pulled me towards her face. I am hardly touching the edge of the seat with my bottom, my head snaps back to the seat, my back bends. I turn my arms and grab each head-rest behind me hard.
It is the quickest 'quickie' we ever had. She's barely between my legs when I am propelled into orgasm. So satisfying. I don't even know how my hands made it into her hair but the moment she hisses I know my yanking must have been painfully.
I pull her up for a kiss. "That was unexpected," she whispers against my lips. "That was incredibly hot" I answer the same way. "That too," she breathes back. She sits down beside me without moving her upper body out of our embrace. However quick or fierce it may have been I always need some minutes of snuggling. I sink firmer into her body, smelling her, feeling her.
"Can we go home as fast as possible, lockdown our house and be just you and me, some blankets and the sound of cracking wood in the fireplace?"
She smiles tenderly at me. "Whatever you wish for!"
The ride home is quiet but far from uncomfortable. My hand lies palm up on her right thigh and her fingertips are caressing lightly over my skin there. The lovingly gesture makes me smile and not only because it tickles slightly. If someone would look at us now they would never assume what happened minutes ago back in the car park.
We have some silent understandings worked out with Jane's mother, like the backdoor being locked before our usually bed time tells her that we probably are downstairs, in need of some privacy. Sometimes we don't get that far to lock it, but after some close calls she learned at least to knock. I don't mind her seeing me undressed, she's like a mother to me, so maybe finding us in the morning on the couch or the floor is not a problem after all. She is, and I have to admit that it surprised me a little, very supportive of our relationship, right from the beginning and totally at ease with our sexuality but after the incident, the first night she stayed in the guesthouse, she avoids our bedroom like the plague.
I have to stifle giggling, thinking of how often she drives Jane crazy at breakfast, musing over how she's rubbing off her bad habits of running on little sleep at me or commenting that she acts like one when Jane starts her 'I'm not a rabbit' arguing over salad for dinner. She's quick at repartee and as little as Jane wants to hear it, like mother, like daughter.
Making it through the door with an intensive urge of being close I stand on my tiptoes for a small but gentle kiss. It being early in the afternoon I want at least moving us upstairs to give Angela room to make her self some dinner.
"How about you go ahead upstairs and start the fireplace and I get us some wine," I whisper against her lips, preparing myself for the lost of her body warmth.
"Just don't get lost in search for the perfect wine, we both know they are all well chosen," she smiles and kisses me a last time before she peers herself away.
I pick up glasses from the cupboard and muse some minutes in front of the shelve holding some of my favourite red wines. As much as Jane is right about the selection of wine I suddenly know the perfect one for the night we took another large step in direction of our wedding.
I make my way down into the basement and I wouldn't even need the light on to find every bottle I want. I pull out one. Château Latour 1961, I paid $ 1500 for each bottle at a vendue two years ago.
After opening the bottle I pick up some of the 'Raw Chocolate' I bought some weeks ago, the cacao beans are rarely fermented or roasted and is incredible intense in flavour, dark chocolate goes perfectly with red wine and most perfection it will attain along with the taste of Jane.
Upstairs, hurrying down the hall I am torn between leaving my clothes in a pile, maybe in the yoga room and surprise her or optioning for the sweet torture of her undressing me sensually. Both of it has its own share of benefits. Not superficially aiming for sex but a lot more for hours of tender cuddling and gentle exchange of affections I decide for the latter.
Entering our bedroom all shades are closed and I am greeted by nothing than the warm light flickering from the fireplace. Both armchairs are moved over, resting now under the window, as well as the end table. She has built a place with spare blankets and the beddings we use to sleep in.
Moving over, across the room into the corner by the bathroom wall, I sink down on my knees beside her, putting down the things I've been holding. Pouring some wine into only one glass I pull her up to me.
"Close your eyes and open your mouth," I whisper and she obeys immediately.
While placing a waferthin piece of chocolate on her tongue I take a sip of the sinfully red liquid. Letting the flavour settle in my mouth for a moment I move in to kiss her and true to my vision it is a sensual explosion, even more than I dared to imagine.
"If you combine it with feeding me chocolate and kisses I may drink wine more often," she breathes against my lips.
She takes the glass from me and puts it down, hiking up my dress a little and makes me move to straddle her, caressing my buttocks lightly over the thin fabric we go back to more kissing. The faint taste of wine and chocolate still lingering it is the very flavour of Jane that intoxicates me.
Grabbing the lapels of her shirt I pull her gently flush against me, fumbling the fabric from her pants my fingertips making contact with the soft skin of her lower back. The electric shock, every time one of us touches the other, is still as strong as the first time.
"Is this going to wear off?" I whisper nearly inaudible. "Do you think this will going to happen to us too? Passing the honeymoon phase only to end up like most couples?"
Jane's hand comes up to cup my cheek. "We have nothing in common with most couples, Maura. You are extraordinary and I am… well I'm me, but listening to my heart I know whatever is going to happen to us will only make our bond even stronger. I love you a little deeper, falling a little harder for you each passing day and as long as I'm in my right mind I will do anything for it to stay that way."
She locks our gaze. "Sometimes it still feels like a dream to me."
I move my hands back to her front, starting to slowly unbuttoning her shirt, shoving it over her shoulders, down her arms. Kissing until we need to stop to pull her tank top over her head, we are like magnets, being pulled to each other as soon as possible. I love kissing her and being kissed by her and I would treat anything I own for the chance to do it once again.
Sharing kisses with Jane is so much better than anything I ever experienced in my life. Better than success, better than achievement, better than the most satisfying sex. I feel her fingers at my zipper and in a fluid move my dress is gone, leaving me in only my bra because my thong is still in her back pocket, or I think so.
While she unhooks the last piece of cloth my fingers start to unbuckle her belt and going for her button I remember she is wearing one of my favourite jeans she owns. One with only buttons. I so love the little jolt when I pull the sides wider and wider apart until each button gives up to the gentle force, one by one.
Pushing her down on her back I discard both, jeans and panties at once. Straddling her again I bend down to resume back to kissing, stretching my legs, lowering myself fully on top of her. I hum against her lips at the satisfaction her warm skin gives me.
She turns us over to the side, giving us both the chance to touch each other wherever we want to. I mirror her actions and trace along every muscle on her backside with my fingertips. It's something I had to learn with Jane. Before her, there was no need for me to just lie down and enjoy each other.
I may have known the healthy benefits of cuddling but there is no reason to snuggle with someone who lets you take them to a hotel room after some drinks. The intentions such an invitation contains should be clear for everyone. Enjoying soft touches and gentle kisses, completely undressed without having sex I was virginally to, until Jane and along all the scientific facts I could state and hormones which the body is setting free right now it is the feeling of belonging and warmth and home which seeps through my veins.
It is weird to learn your body and your feelings and your sexuality completely new in your late twenties or early thirties, as I passed that threshold two month ago. And it's even weirder that I can't define it exactly. She surely touches me in a sexual way while cuddling, like caressing my nipples with her tongue or her fingertips stroking along my labia but it isn't pure arousal flooding me. Of course it's lingering along but the only thing I can think of is the feeling of being loved. I can't describe it in any other way.
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