Disclaimer: Own...what? An extensive music collection, yes. R & I?...that would be a big [bike horn, dog fart] NO!

A/N: This is the deleted scene from Vol. 12 of 'SOF'. I felt I had already driven the point home that M has a knee jerk reaction to J in red, that and in the end I felt I had smutted it up enough already. And besides, did you really want a bit of dirty fun times sandwiched between the motherbots? *shudders* Btw, still in Maura's POV here.

-[ A Red Room In My Heart ]-

"Jane, what are you going to wear to my mother's art installation?" I say loudly from deep within my expansive walk-in closet.

Or as Jane dubbed the closet when we bought this house; as my own little fashion retreat just waiting to accept new members. I continue to peruse through my potential options for this evening. It would help to know what Jane is going to wear, so we don't clash or match.

"How about this for starters?" The nearness of Jane's husky voice startles me.

I turn around quickly and the sight before me will surely be my undoing. Jane in red...again! The distinction of that red lace bra and matching underwear competing with her olive skin is beyond flattering. The way the bra is accentuating her firm breasts and the cut of red lace slung low on her trim hips; setting off her shape. Now would be the time most people would ask their God for help, but the only assistance I crave right now is Jane helping me out of my own undergarments.

"Jane..." I manage breathily as the rest of my intended words fall out of my thoughts altogether.

A smug smirk presents itself on Jane's face, "I feel like it's time for a little turnabout is fair play," She says seductively as her eyes roam over my own skimpy attire as she moves in closer to me. "For your airplane bathroom stunt."

Just watching her swagger up to me has made me positively covetous.

Jane chuckles, "The way you look at me is enough to push me over sometimes. At first I wanted to shrink from it, now I want to see that look as often as I can."

Just the sound of her sexy voice dropping to a register makes me instantly aroused. I have never gotten this wet or so quickly for anyone else in my entire sexual life. Jane closes the shrinking distance between us and I hit the closet door with a light thud as her lips cover mine.

"Jane, we have to be at the gallery in two hours." I say into the kiss.

"Plenty of time for what I have in mind." Jane breathes into our parted kiss. "And my dress is laid out on our bed."

I turn my head to look at the bed, as Jane's mouth moves down my neck. A crimson red dress! This is too much.

"I know how much you love me in red." Jane says while leaving kisses across my collarbone.

Abruptly I feel Jane's hand covering my core and my answering moan is a white flag of surrender.

"You're not wet enough." Jane rasps in my ear. "But I can fix that. I'm more than willing to if you want."

I start to tell Jane it's only because she's feeling me over my underwear but she halts my rebuttal with a burning kiss. Jane's tongue consumes my mouth as her taste overruns my faculties. I can feel my body rushing more fluid between my legs when the scent of lavender invades my senses; every hair on my body rises in goosebumps.

I feel Jane press her body fully against mine, "Turn around."

Jane's raspy sex voice whispers along my neck, sending a white-hot jolt of arousal through me and I eagerly I comply. I press the palms of my hands against the wall as I feel her hands run along my stomach, then up to my ribs until those same hands graze over my breasts. I gasp when she pulls the straps of my bra down one by one. My thoughts feel foggy but when her hands forcefully pull down the cups of my bra to expose my bare breasts I moan out loud at the sensation, just as Jane's answering moan resonates within me. Her warm hands gently massage as my hardening nipples slide deliciously between her fingers. I move my hands off the wall and onto Jane's to encourage her touch; her hands fit my breasts perfectly. I moan and grind my backside into her.

The need in me is almost overwhelming and then Jane's hands abandon my breasts to grab my hips; pulling them forcefully back into her. I groan out her name as her hands leave my breasts only to move lower and when her hands start caressing my inner thighs I part them for her. My underwear is saturated and clinging to me; they feel uncomfortable but mostly just wet. And yet Jane's hands don't move where I desperately want them. I'm ready to protest, take matters into my hands and then I feel her pulling my head back gently by my hair; exposing my neck to her. She kisses along my pulse point, moving slowly along my shoulder. Then with a rough tug and the sound of tearing fabric Jane finally removes my underwear. My body responds to the primal act; my core is absolutely aching now for attention.

Jane's fingers push inside me and they seem to fill up every inch of me and I instantly feel like I need to learn how to breathe all over again. I'm already so close from the anticipation and now that she's pushing inside me slowly, but hard too. Her thrusts are sharp and strong and there is no way I can last any longer; my climax breaks through me and I moan out her name as my forehead comes to rest against the closet door. But Jane keeps going, moving inside of me, and I feel another impending release swiftly behind the first. Her rhythm is deeper, faster this time and I have never felt so fulfilled in my life. My hands are gripping for purchase against the door but there is none to be found. My hips meet her thrust for thrust as my body convulses in pleasure for a second time in so many minutes. My strained moan carries throughout our bedroom as her fingers continue to move, but now ever so gently due to my tightness.

With the hand she doesn't have buried between my legs Jane pulls me into a sideways kiss to quiet my noises. Minutes pass with Jane holding me tightly to her and my heart gradually slows to its regular cadence. Feeling the calm wash over my body Jane removes her fingers from inside me slowly. I turn around and press my back against the door which feels cool to my heated body; like applying a nice compress for a fever. Thinking of pressing a cloth to an overheated forehead Jane leans down to rest her forehead against mine and I smile and tilt my head up to kiss her softly as my arms move around her neck. Oh my God! My body feels so alive. Talk about an endorphin release.

Pulling away slightly I chuckle against her lips, "The next time you wear red I may literally die in your arms and I don't mean just having an incredible orgasm."

Le peitite morte indeed but that certainly didn't feel like a little death to me. Jane looks deliciously flushed and I know that she orgasmed as well even without me having to touch her.

Jane smiles, "I can't have that. So, I should be less intense? Or are you saying that I'm entirely too focused on making you feel incredible?"

I smile at her ridiculous suggestions while I lower my arms from around her neck to rest them around her incredibly trim waist.

Leaning back into her I place my head over her heart, "I'm saying seeing you in red is a lethal combination for me."

"Hmm, thanks for the info Doc. Now I have a new weapon in my arsenal for seduction."

I pinch her side, "Ouch, Maur! What, you're only allowed to seduce me not the other way around?"

So much for a tilted playing field, or is it level?

"Jane, you know you can't have all the cards in our little game." I say leaning back from our embrace to look into her eyes.

"It's hold all the cards...and, well neither can you, Judge Booty." Jane says as she smacks me lightly on my bare butt. I jump slightly and she steps away smirking. "And I don't know about you, but I've got to change my underwear again. And guess what...I have oodles of red panties."

"Ha, ha...very funny." I say while adjusting my breasts back into my black and purple lace bra.

Jane continues to laugh and I glance at the clock on our bedside table. At least I still have an hour and a half left to catch my breath before we have to leave for the gallery and to find some clean underwear that will match my bra.

-[ END ]-

Soundtrack: "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" by The Darkness & "Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge

Parting Words: I hope you enjoyed this, and I could make so many closet jokes right now! Anyways, this is my version of a parting gift and I didn't see any point in not sharing this, even if it didn't make the final cut so until next time peeps. *tips my imaginary fedora a.k.a pimp hat*