Sorry, but I AM REALLY PISSED by now. My TV/phone/internet company still can't find the problem... sure... I am still without all three of them -.-
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See Author's Note (Chapter one)
I never thought someone could make me feel this way and I was lucky enough to get her to marry me. I breathe in her scent, I think I need that even more than oxygen…
"I love you more than anything," I whisper in her ear.
Her running style was athletically, relaxed, easy...
She was proud of her fitness, proud that her running shorts and the belly-top fit her so well still; on the wrong side of thirty... not that proud that she would ever voice it...
Long blades of grass, wet and cold from the dew, lashed against her legs. She took a deep breath; enjoying the quietness of the morning.
The fog was crouching low above the ground. It was hot, much too hot for this time of the day. It was early, but what was there better than a nice jog in the early morning...
appart from sex…
She remembered the last time they had been on this path together, they had laughed, kidded around and they had had sex... right there in the woods. Now it was different... now it was somehow forced, strained... the charm had worn off along the way... a way that had led nowhere...
Whatever they had tried, she wouldn't get pregnant and it was eating at them...
Not that far away another woman had traded her run in favor of sweet morning sex and she couldn't have been more pleased with this choice. Standing underneath the soothing, hot shower Maura was as happy as she possible could be. Jane had declined to join her, in favor of making them breakfast.
The last two days it had been raining, the last two days of their honeymoon… but who cared about the weather anyway…
Both of them liked the sound, the soft noises it left, pattering against the glass. It was soothing, calming. They barely had left the makeshift bed on the floor in the living room, the corner sofa acting like a shelter. They had watched the summer-thunderstorm the other night and just stayed there on the floor.
Maura enjoyed the feeling of Jane covering her, protecting her, always. Her right fingertips softly combed through the black mass of hair. They would fly back home tomorrow and Boston would have them back into its grip rather fast again, but today that didn't matter. Today Boston was still far away. Today it was still only them.
If walls could talk…
They would tell a story of raged breathes, of sensual sighs, of soft moans...
They could have done so much… probably some would consider it a sin, spending three weeks in a stunning place like this and leaving their privacy only occasionally. Surly they made time for some intimacy at home each day but honeymoon was supposed to be spend in bed mostly, wasn't it?
Jane's nose was touching her neck and her breath weaved against her skin there. However carnal it may sound, Maura had long ago admitted to herself that she was fatally attracted and addicted to Jane and the things she was able to do with her body, heart and mind. Long ago she had also given up on any shame enjoying making love several times a day.
She loved the incredible intimacy their couple had reached. It felt to her like they were one single, joined soul.
If walls could talk…
They would tell a story of how they loved with the greatest of ease, carefully, tender...
The blonde spread her fingers over the smooth muscles of Jane's back; she loved feeling this above her. She loved the adoration and love and the stunning fascination she still found in those chocolate colored eyes, still, after so many times they had loved each other.
She felt the soft kisses at her collarbone and shoulder, a gentle palm caressing her hip. She knew she should be alerted that someone held so much power over her, no physical power but emotionally. Jane would never suppress her physically; sometimes she still was stunned by the incredible softness Jane was capable of. Even then, when the detective seemed to be the one holding the reeins, she still only cared for Maura.
If walls could talk...
They would tell how arousing, erotically Maura found an annoying, an obscene noise like a squeaking bed frame. Their bed at home was too expensive to simply do that and it would probably be disturbing, unsettling, but here it was nothing but sexy...
The memory, renewed seconds ago, of the taste from Jane's lips, mint and cherries. Seconds ago, but there was this ineffable desire to taste again, intoxicating.
If walls could talk…
They would tell a story about two lovers loosing control, of new memories made in the throes of ectasy...
The feeling of Maura pulling Jane closer, also of Jane pushing Maura deeper into the cushions. Softly moaning into kisses, gentle touches to heated skin.
Cupping Maura's face, Jane softly traced the curve of her lower lip, holding her breath as Maura opened her eyes. The tiny moment when her pupils blew.
If walls could talk…
They would tell a story of how they loved each other so much, that it seemed to be criminal to move it further sometimes...
If walls could talk…
They would tell that moments like this made their love perfect...
If walls could talk…
It was their last day off, the second day they were home again, home in Boston. Their plane had landed 6:15 a.m yesterday morning. She wasn't used to the time shift anymore and Jane never was... they had spent yesterday, between sleeping and making love, in bed, the whole day, after all they had to christen their new bedroom, but today they had to make an effort to come back into a normal rhythm again. So there was no staying in bed or sleeping in...
Maura sneaked a peek at her wedding band, it still made her stomach flutter, still... although it didn't feel foreign anymore, it felt familiar now, it belonged there...
Foreign, scary, creepy... Anna never was someone being anxiously, but today it was different; something was different, odd.
She slowed down for a moment, although never stopped running. She had the feeling of not being alone. It was quiet, too quiet... there were no birds singing. It felt like the woods were holding its breath. She had made the mistake to look over her shoulder and now it was worse, she had tuned into sensing something, subliminally.
She shook her head. Stupid. She had chided herself. Think of something different... She thought about something different. She was late, three days, but she still was late. It never had happened before. With a gruesome permanence she had been punctually, something that she appreciated so much had crushed her, month after month... and now she was late.
The feeling of something being very wrong didn't go away. The misgiving had wormed its way into her mind and suddenly she noticed that she was alone and vulnerable, nobody would hear her screams. The awareness made her gasp and loosing her stride. She tripped, toppled, thanks to her fitness she was able to prevent herself from falling. She flailed with her arms and took some sidesteps, stumbling, but she kept herself upright and after a moment of shock she picked up her former pace.
After another ten strodes the feeling that she wasn't alone wasn't a feeling anymore. At first she hadn't understood what she had seen... She stood there, rooted to the spot and stared. It was like her mind didn't want her to realise what she had seen... There was a girl. And the reason for her to be this oddly close by the tree was because she was bound to it... she was standing upright and only her head was slack, chin resting against her chest.
Her clothes in shreds, and blood... so much blood. On her, beside her, in front of her, underneath her... She had been bound to the tree and than she had been downright slaugthered... Anna couldn't describe it any different. It was the first thing that came to her mind, like fatstock... and then she screamed…
Maura wrapped the towel arround her body, she could have been the one finding the girl. She didn't know anything about that, yet, still in her morning bliss. She hummed softly, however tempting it was, walking downstairs, wearing nothing but a towel, she got dressed.
Jane had showered in the bathroom downstairs and Maura was again tempted to do what just felt right, dragging her wife back to bed, as she leaned over her, kissing her neck softly. While they enjoyed breakfast in a lazy pace, deciding what they wanted to do with the warm, last day of their vacation, the doorbell rung.
It probably was Korsak, bringing back Jo and Bass... it was and both of them noticed his disturbed state. Both of them knew immediately that something was very off, Vince wasn't easy to throw off...
"Spill...," Jane simply said, rubbing Jo's fur.
"We got a body ten minutes ago. Call me crazy, but I think we have a serial killer on our hands."
One look, just one look between the newly-weeds and they both knew that however they had loved their honeymoon and vacation and days off, this was what they were born to do...
"Pike already at the crime scene?"
Vince laughed... "Sure,… you know him.! Of course he would be there in minutes on a Sunday morning," his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Well, let's."
Jane got her gun and badge out of the safe, something she had only done because of their vacation. Her gun was usually going where Jane went and while she fixed her belt Maura fed Bass and Jo, quickly checked her medical bag and then they were good to go.
They would be involved anyway tomorrow, so why miss the start of the investigation...
…
Coincidence? Destiny? Fate? Providence? She didn't belive in thinks like this… but how would you name it otherwise…
Anna had screamed… she didn't know how long exactly, until two men had heard her. She wasn't able to ban the image, so Marcus had suggested she talked to someone, a professional. Anna had done that and now she was lying in a hospital bed, shell-shocked, robbed any delusion of her life. Her unborn was gone and she was dead too, somehow. Boston had been like on any other day, the world just had kept on moving, like the girl in the woods had never happened and Anna had been walking back home from her therapist… she would never ever forget the sound the body made as it touched the ground, never would she forget how the limbs had looked like from some thrown-away marionette, never would she forget the words mingled with the gargling sound of lungs filling with blood, never would she forget the whisper of one of the paramedics… "Oh my god, she's like shattered."
The girl was still a Jane Doe. Even if Maura would have been able to repair her face, they would not have been able to put the picture into the paper or on TV, but that would have been in vain anyway as it was damaged beyond any repair. She had made an x-ray and she had given her a face, though. Nobody had called… probably she was just a tourist, but someone had to recognize her…
It had been nine days already as the duo was called out again, nine days since they had met Anna Woodrow and if the woman had been in shock the first time, it was nothing to the lifeless shell she was now.
Anna hadn't talked since the moment the body had touched the ground, she hadn't even cried.
Jane felt very sorry for the poor woman. Probably she would have been a suspect by now, being found with two dead woman in the span of barely a week was more than suspiciously, but the state of her mind let Jane somehow doubt that…
Yes, you can act, but loosing your baby, three weeks along the pregnancy, you couldn't fake… And Anna had wanted this baby, her husband and friends confirmed on that, even the doctor, the couple had consulted, had told Jane so.
Anna Woodrow was desperated to get pregnant and there was nothing to believe that she was guilty… Although Marcus was sure that he knew the second dead woman from somewhere…
Maura woke in the middle of the night, horny. It wasn't a word she was very fond of, but it was the only word describing her state. Like an animal in heat… ans she was somehow. She was ovulating and she knew it, without minding the time of month.
She thought about how gruesome it would be to conceive the same night another woman had lost her unborn. Sure, it may happen every day, but ussually people didn't know each other in some kind of way. It could not happen anyway…
She hated herself sometimes, for thinking about it, even the tiniest part of a second. It were seconds where she was disgusted by her wish for Jane being able to impregnate her.
She could not explain it. It wasn't that she wished for Jane being a man, she also didn't miss the body-part. If she would, there was something hidden in their closet which would do the job. Tough it had been new to both of them, it had been a beautiful experience and Jane had been nothing but sensually. Maura had come three times tha only night they had used it, but she didn't miss it. Her beautiful wife guaranteed more pleasure with two of her fingers than any penis could ever provide her. She would enjoy it, but it would be because of Jane and not because of any body-part.
Still there were those tiny moments she wished it could happen. She would proudly carry Jane's child.
Marcus had wracked his brain. Probably it wasn't important anyway, but at least he had something to do. He was sitting by the bed his wife currently was in. He wanted to cry. Cry over Anna, cry over the baby they had lost.
He wasn't a fool, he knew their couple had suffered during their try. At first it had been fun. They had been married for five years already and it had been easy between them. As they had started, they had often laughed and joked over the fact that they had any excuse to have sex everywhere, at any time of the day and night. After her first periot had come, Anna had simply stated grinning, that she wasn't opposed to have even more sex. She still had sait it after the second, the third and the fourth month. The last three month, altogether fourteen month later, it had been a torture. Everytime Anna had been ovulating they had done it serveral times in a row, like two strangers, feeling nothing for each other. Something Anna didn't deserve and Marcus had felt ashamed. He loved Anna with all his being…
It angered Maura. She was happy, but there had to be this voice, some stupid biologically thing, callin for her. She knew very well that it was naturally, the want and need to procreate, but she was also strongly willed to not let it stain what they had. She had witnessed it just hours before and because of their gender it could easily become difficult to get pregnant. Maura became even more pissed as she noticed that her anger had overpowered the desire to wake Jane.
A nonexisting baby was already interfering… Though nothing of that mattered anymore as she was being woken by her beauty, performing cunnilingus, half an hour before they had to get out of bed.
If walls could talk…
…they would tell that whatever was going on sometimes, it would just make them stronger…
Did Susie really happen? Oh boy…. WTF!
Suddenly Maura has had a best friend? And wasn't she in boarding school? Walking home from school at the age of 14 and wasn't she all 'my parents were all caught up with the two of them' … ^^ I don't understand this anymore…
R&I is like an excident ATM. You don't wanna watch, but you just can't look away…..
