"Hey, would you fill that up for me?" At the station the next day, Frost reached to set his empty coffee mug on Jane's desk. She was happy to do favors for him, and without her usual griping, with how great he had been for her lately.
"Sure, let me just shoot this text off to Walsh." Jane wanted to touch base with her and see how the interview with Maura went yesterday in her perspective. Really, that was the only view she would get of it anyway, with how little Maura has wanted to talk to her. Jane sighed slightly to herself—she should really try to not be frustrated with Maura for not wanting to talk about what happened that night. She had her therapist to share her soul with, and Jane was glad for that. And Maura had been more open with her lately than she probably would be herself if it had been her in that bedroom. If she could have gone back, and make that the course of events in order to protect Maura, she would.
Korsak met her over at the coffee machine. "You really can't be working on another unit's cases so much, you know." Here it was—the confrontation she had been expecting to drop at some point. She didn't look at him yet. "You're a homicide detective, remember? And a good one too, we need you down here."
"I know, I won't be as gone as much as I have been. Can we talk…somewhere privately?" She figured here was the opportunity to take Maura up on letting him know what had been going on these past few weeks.
"Uh, yeah, of course…" He looked up at the room, apparently thinking about where that could be. "Cav's not in, let's take his office."
After pulling the door shut, Korsak spoke right away, clearly curious about what Jane had to talk about. "Alright Jane, you wanna fill me in on somethin'?"
Jane didn't bother to try to be eloquent with him. "Maura was raped."
Whatever he had been expecting, it would be hard for anyone not to be floored by the statement. His eyes were wide and his mouth open for a second as it fully registered. Now he clenched both of them shut. "God…"
Jane stood quietly, rubbing her hands. She waited for any further response. This was about what she expected so far, and she figured she had control of the conversation.
"When? Was it someone she knows?" His voice was rougher than usual.
"It was her last date."
With a slight shake of his head, which Jane just interpreted as continued shock, he replied. "I didn't know she was dating men again."
"She wasn't." Here was an issue Jane expected to encounter as they went forward with the case. Would people easily believe the story of a woman rapist? And a beautiful, successful one at that. Emily had always counted on disbelief in her favor.
"It was Emily, and someone else. We've been finding that her and her sidekick man have been doing this with multiple women."
A heavy breath. "So that's the case you've been working on with Walsh."
Jane nods. "And why I've been needing to use the equipment. I gotta keep myself from beating them."
"I'll make you a copy of the keys."
Jane felt her eyebrows raise. "...Is that okay?"
"Don't know, don't care."
She gave him a small smile. Korsak's characteristic disregard for policy was the only reason he was still at her pay grade. "Thanks Korsak. And I will be around more."
He shrugged. "We'll cover you. Get the bastards, Jane."
Jane looked down and grimaced a little. She wished she could. "It's not my case." She paused for a moment before continuing with what she was naturally going to say next. "And, uh, I really can't be involved in it anyway. Maura and I are together now."
His face brightened in positive surprise, for a change. "Together, together? Like girlfriend girlfriend?"
Jane smiled. "Yeah, like girlfriend girlfriend."
"I'm happy for you Jane. You both deserve it." Jane looked him in the eye and saw his true, loving character. Vince was never anything but genuine—another reason, she noted, he'd never make it to the top.
"Yeah, yeah, come on, murders to solve." Then she remembered as she opened the door, "Oh, I do have to go check in with Walsh."
"Yep, go."
xx
"So how are the cases looking?"
A loosely tied blonde bun turned towards Jane from what Walsh had been focused on at her partner's desk.
"Good morning, by the way." Jane quickly added.
Rebecca smirked and sighed. "'Good' is quite optimistic. And not that different from how they looked 24 hours ago, Jane. You know I update you."
"Well, how was speaking with Maura yesterday? Are things lining up?"
"Yes, her statement is helpful, and yes, it is looking like we can build a case of a pattern over multiple rapes."
"That's great—"
"But I have to be thorough, and you have to remember I have other cases and survivors and witnesses and suspects to deal with too, detective." She looked at Jane expectantly. "As do you."
Jane took a deep breath. "I know. You're right." She fidgeted as she stood there with Walsh another moment. "I appreciate you trusting me from the start. And I…I appreciate what you do and your commitment to this."
Walsh nodded and turned her attention back to her work, before speaking back up as Jane was starting to head back towards the stairs. "And Jane?"
"Yes?"
"I'm running a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy here. On certain relationships that needn't be documented." Walsh gave her a knowing look and a small smile.
Jane returned the expression. Walsh was good people. "So you can let me know what's up."
"Sure will."
xx
That certain relationship was everything Jane never knew she wanted. She was looking sideways at Maura, as they sat in the dark at some documentary showing for which the Isles Foundation was a sponsor. Jane really didn't mean to be disrespectful; she knew it was a good cause and she was sure a well-produced film. But damn, Maura in that dress, with that hair, and those eyes…
Feeling Jane's attention on her, Maura took hers away from the movie and gave Jane a mildly curious, sheepish look. Jane grinned and looked back to the screen. Feigning interest in the film, she slowly moved her hand to Maura's thigh and lightly caressed with her thumb through the silky fabric. Maura grabbed her hand and laced Jane's fingers with hers.
Jane leaned to whisper in her ear, "What, can't handle my hands on your body right now? Am I distracting?" Maura worked to hide a smile and didn't shift her gaze from the movie.
After the show, Maura seemed to be schmoozing around less than she usually would, and soon she was saying her goodbyes. This wasn't the first event like this that Maura had brought Jane to, and Jane was surprised by how quickly she was wrapping up. She thought about commenting on it, but decided to quietly follow her out.
"I like watching you walk away." Jane leveled her pace with Maura's as they entered the parking garage and slid her hand into hers.
"Oh, please, Jane." Maura acted like she was rolling her eyes, but Jane saw a tinge of color in her face as she got into the car. Jane knew she enjoyed the compliment, and she had a lot of them to give to make up for all the times she had half-consciously held them back in the past.
Heading towards home, Maura brought up something new. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce you as my girlfriend."
"It's okay, babe." Jane replied instinctively.
"It's not that I don't want people to know, I just knew that people would want to talk about it, and I didn't know how long I could make myself stay."
"What do you mean?" Jane thought she knew what she meant.
"I've told you so many times how gorgeous you are Jane, and now that I get to act on it…"
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Dot-dot-dot"
Maura shrugged, not taking her eyes off the road. "I want to."
"So is this okay now, then?" Jane moved her hand back over to Maura's thigh. She didn't respond but shot Jane a look that she just couldn't manage to make look like a glare. She also didn't make an effort to discourage the contact. It felt so natural to Jane to be sexual with Maura like this. Her blood rushed as she rubbed and grabbed her leg through the dress, sliding her thumb over her bare skin as it rode up.
When they soon walked into the house, Jane was immediately pushed back against the door. Maura crashed her lips into hers, stabilizing them with her fingers through Jane's beltloop. Jane groaned and grabbed Maura's hips. She returned the kiss with claiming Maura's bottom lip between her teeth, and the whimper that it she let out made Jane's core clench. She pushed Maura back the short distance to the couch and sat back, pulling her down on top of her. Maura kissed Jane firmly and wrapped her fingers in her thick hair.
Jane's chest was rising with heavy breaths, and she briefly mused that she didn't think she had ever been this riled up in a good way. Her mind was quickly cleared by Maura's thigh pushing against her between her legs.
"Mmmhf-" Fuck was the only thought that really crossed her mind as Maura gently nipped at her ear before asking,
"Is this okay?"
"Ffuck yes Maur" Jane's blood was rushing and she felt herself getting more turned on than she could ever remember. She ran her hands up and down along Maura's curves as she moved above her, grinding her body against Jane's.
Flashing into Jane's mind was the desire to grab Maura and flip them over, to pin her down beneath her on the couch. Instead she took a deep breath.
"Maura, I…I gotta pee.
Maura's breath blew warm and heavy against her neck. She firmly nipped the corner of her jaw in a half bite-half kiss and pushed herself up with her hands against the arm of the couch beside Jane's head. As she rested on her knees briefly before sliding back onto the cushion and moving to slip off her heels, which she hadn't yet bothered to do in the excitement, Jane retreated to the bathroom.
Jane did sit down to pee, but the main reason she was there was to take a break and calm down a little bit. She didn't want to get too aggressive, or simply careless and clouded by desire, and trigger Maura to panic. Jane had to let her lead the way right now, let her control the physical and sexual contact. She splashed a little water on her face and stopped herself from looking in the mirror to obsess over her appearance.
When she came out Maura wasn't on the couch, so she headed to the bedroom where she assumed she had gone. "Come get comfy with me." Indeed, Maura was lounging on the bed, her bright eyes enticing Jane to join her, along with her sexy body that had clearly shed its bra. And Jane's body tightened again.
Jane also had to smile, as Maura's choice of words wouldn't have been in her vocabulary before she met Jane. Her pulse was pounding as she unbuttoned and slipped off her black pants. She looked up to see Maura biting her lip as she looked her up and down.
"I didn't know you owned a thong—did you buy that recently too?"
"Well, I learned in the fitting room before our dinner date that when you wear pants that actually, uh, fit you, boy shorts don't really work." Maura smiled, amused. "It isn't that comfy though, hold on."
Jane stepped over to the dresser and quickly swapped the skimpy underwear for pajama boxers.
"And what about the shirt?" It was also the same red one she had worn before.
Jane looked down at her outfit. "It is, actually, but now I look kinda dumb."
Maura giggled, and Jane automatically smiled. Her beautiful girlfriend beckoned her. "Come here."
Jane slid into bed beside her and grabbed her waist, immediately kissing her passionately. Maura returned it but soon cut it off. She shifted up and gently pushed Jane back onto the pillows. Now her hand was on Jane's waist, lightly grasping the soft fabric. Jane looked up into her eyes, twinkling with desire. Maura kept the connection, asking a silent permission to continue the way she wanted. Jane wordlessly gave it.
Maura slid her hand under her shirt and across her bare torso. She let out an incredibly sexy sound that started as a gasp and ended as a moan. Despite how turned on she was, Jane still was able to automatically smirk at her.
"What, that good already, huh?"
Maura kissed her favorite grin in response. "I've wanted to touch your stomach since the first time I saw you without a shirt."
"Oh reall—" The last syllable came out as a gasp as Maura nipped at her neck and pushed her leg between Jane's. Without the thick fabric of her pants impeding Maura's contact, her bare thigh, uncovered by her off-kilter dress, pushed up against her. Maura swiftly, effortlessly reached behind her as her back arched, and unclasped her bra.
Jane's hands were naturally on Maura's body and weaved in her hair as her soft touch eagerly explored Jane's toned body. With a kiss below her ear Maura whispered, "You're exquisite."
Of course Jane had heard things like that from the men that she had slept with, but it meant so much more coming from the most attractive person she had ever met, who also just happened to be the love of her life. Both of Jane's grasps tightened as Maura squeezed her breast and caressed her nipple between her fingers.
"Maur—" Jane breathed. Maura's touch was intoxicating. She knew she had never felt like this before.
"Yes?" Came the whispered response in her ear.
Jane didn't actually have any words ready, and instead leaned up to kiss her hard. Wrestling Jane's tongue with hers, Maura shifted up, which pulled her leg away from Jane's now throbbing clit. Jane involuntarily whimpered at the change, and Maura smiled as she grabbed Jane's shirt and pulled it over her head with no objection. She settled back down and hovered over Jane, her fingers slipping slightly under the waistband of her shorts.
Instead of returning to her neck, which seemed to be her favorite place, Maura made an intense eye contact. "May I?"
"Yes" The word came out quickly, uninhibited. There was nothing holding Jane back from this experience with Maura.
Maura made no further hesitation as she immediately slipped her hand fully into Jane's boxers to find her soaking wet, and Jane gasped as she felt her fingers easily sliding between her folds.
"Fuck, Jane." Maura groaned. The contrast of the politeness and then immediate curse was so Maura, and God I love this woman was about the only coherent thought passing through Jane's brain as she grabbed Maura's hair in both hands and crashed her mouth into hers. Maura moaned and thrust her middle two fingers inside of her.
And they were both officially lost, engulfed in this moment, the lips and teeth and tongues and hands and skin. Jane tried to follow what Maura was doing with her fingers, but quickly gave up and accepted the euphoria unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Rather than real words, their communication consisted of involuntary sounds of pleasure and expressions of "Fuck" "God" "Yes" and "Don't stop"
Maura's dress was off and Jane's hands were caressing her soft skin, her bare hips and breasts. Her nails digging into her back whenever Maura did whatever that one thing was.
Jane felt her orgasm building and she clenched her eyes shut, wanting to slow it down, wanting this not to end. As if she could read her mind, Maura slowed her movements switched up the way she was stimulating Jane's body, completely in tune with what she wanted and needed.
But Maura couldn't keep them on that plateau of pleasure for much longer, and Jane saw in her eyes an intense desire, which she instinctively knew was Maura's forever unfulfilled wanting of finally being able to bring Jane to orgasm underneath her.
And then Jane couldn't quite see anymore, and her body was stiffening and shaking as Maura sent her over the edge and she came crashing down. Jane screamed with what little breath she had into Maura's shoulder as she came hard around her fingers. Her core clenched and pumped for longer than Jane thought possible, releasing wave after wave of built up ecstasy that Maura had given her.
As she came down from the high, and her body began to relax back into the sheets, Jane realized her nails had been digging into Maura's bare back. She let go and found a light hold in Maura's silky hair instead. Jane felt Maura finally able to slip her fingers out of her and her lips graze her neck. Jane muttered, "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
A soft kiss. "What if I told you I've been dreaming of your nails in my back for a long time." Jane grinned a tired smile.
"So this is what I've been missing, huh?"
"Mmhmm."
Maura rested sideways on her elbow and looked down at Jane, still recovering beneath her. Jane closed her eyes and slowly regulated her breath. When she looked back up, she saw Maura's beautiful hazel eyes shining with unshed tears. "What's wrong?" Jane instinctively worried that she had messed up somehow.
"Nothing." Maura shook her head and smiled. "Everything is right." She leaned over and kissed Jane's lips softly. "I love you so much Jane."
Jane reached to gently push her golden hair, now slightly darkened with sweat, away from her face. "Come here." Her voice was soft and content. Maura scooted and settled into her natural place against Jane's side, and Jane slowly ran her fingers through her tussled hair. "I love you too Maur. And I want to give you all of your fantasies like that…sexual and otherwise." Maura lay her arm across Jane's warm damp stomach and turned her hip over hers. Jane continued, "Can we make up for lost time?"
Maura lightly kissed her bare breast, both of them uncaring of the lack of clothes and perfectly content tangled up in one another. "Yes please."
xx
Thank you for sticking with me through all the angst to get here—I hope you enjoyed this chapter and consider it a small reward for your commitment to my universe.