A/N: Most of you know that I am in the process of writing my dissertation proposal, and the full draft is due – well, now it's due by the end of the day Monday. Obviously, I haven't been able to work on my stories for the most part, but every once in a while, I need a break from thinking important academic stuff. Today's break comes to you courtesy of Maura's flowy white pants in What Doesn't Kill You (S3E1).
Maura wasn't sure if she had ever been this angry as she stormed from her office after handing Dr. Pike her resignation. 'Pissed off' was a more accurate descriptor actually, despite her distaste for the phrase.
She had just had a screaming match with Jane…at work…in front of their colleagues, including Jane's boss.
Jane had just been demoted. Oh, god, Jane.
Maura was just about to slam her finger into the up button for the elevator when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her in the other direction roughly.
"Jane!" Maura huffed out in frustration when she saw who was dragging her down the hall, but she didn't fight against her.
"Shhhh!" Jane hissed angrily, and the anger in Jane's voice – anger directed at Maura – pissed her off even more.
Before Maura could say anything, Jane was shoving her into a storage room. She slammed and locked the door behind them before finding the light switch.
"What the hell?" Maura snapped, what little of her professional demeanor that had remained now completely gone. She rubbed her upper arm where Jane had grabbed her, and she didn't miss the brief concern that flitted across Jane's face when she noticed Maura's action.
"You did not just resign," Jane said angrily, focusing her attention back on Maura's face. Maura wasn't sure if she meant it as a statement or as a question.
"Like you care!" Maura retorted. She knew that Jane did care – just like Maura cared that Jane was demoted – but she was still too angry with Jane to admit that.
Jane immediately stepped into Maura's space. Maura's first instinct was to step back, but she held her ground. Maura could feel the heat radiating off of Jane's body, and Jane's breath tickled her face as she hissed, "You know I do."
Maura didn't know how to respond. She wasn't ready to let go of her anger. All it took was her eyes flitting down to Jane's lips for their world to turn on its axis.
Jane's face was centimeters away from Maura's when she saw it. She saw Maura's eyes travel down to her lips for the briefest of seconds. She saw the passion burning in Maura's eyes when they returned to hers.
And it was enough.
Jane closed the distance, crashing her lips into Maura's. Jane's left hand threaded into Maura's hair, cupping her head to pull her deeper into the kiss, while her right hand flew to Maura's waist. Maura responded instantly, returning the kiss with as much passion as Jane was putting into it.
They stumbled backwards into the nearest shelving unit, the crash only serving to heighten the energy in the room.
Wanting to kiss Maura wasn't a new feeling. Wanting Maura wasn't a new feeling. But this? This was so much more than Jane had ever imagined.
Jane could still feel the anger radiating from every inch of Maura's body. Nothing about this kiss was soft. This was not the gentle first kiss that Jane had always imagined they would have, and when Maura thrust her tongue into Jane's mouth without waiting for an invitation, Jane's entire body reacted. Her stomach clenched in anticipation as a rush of warmth caused her entire body to tingle.
Their lips and tongues moved together perfectly in sync, and Maura felt completely consumed by Jane. Jane had her pressed up against the shelves along the wall, and somewhere in her vague consciousness Maura recognized that the shelves and their contents were jutting into her back uncomfortably, but the only thing she could comprehend was how good Jane felt – the gentle tug of Jane's hand in her hair, the trail of goosebumps Jane's hand left as it roamed over every inch of her body that Jane could reach.
Maura's brain had completely short-circuited. She forgot that they were at work. She forgot that they were locked in a supply closet. She forgot that she had just resigned the job she had been working towards her entire life. She forgot about Paddy Doyle. She forgot all of the reasons she had told herself this couldn't happen – all the reasons she had held back from kissing Jane in the past.
Jane took Maura's bottom lip between her teeth and tugged, drawing a low moan from the other woman, and Maura decided she needed more. She shoved Jane away from her, and she felt a perverse pleasure at the momentary fear and shock on Jane's face. But before Jane could voice the apology that Maura knew was coming, Maura had pushed them deeper into the room. She felt completely out of control, and for once in her life, she didn't care.
Before either of them knew what was happening, Maura had pushed Jane down onto a row of boxes, and they only gave slightly when Maura climbed on top of Jane and reconnected their lips.
Jane was sure that Maura could hear her heart beating rapidly. They were both breathing heavily, causing the kiss to become sloppy and wet. When Maura's nose brushed against her own as Maura shifted over her, arousal shot through Jane's body, and she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to control herself – if you could even call this controlling herself.
Maura's hands were everywhere, and it still wasn't enough. She leaned her weight onto one elbow while her other hand tugged Jane's shirt from her pants without breaking the connection up above. Maura couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped her when her hand finally made contact with the warm skin of Jane's abdomen.
Jane didn't hesitate to follow suit, slipping both of her hands up Maura's black shirt. She ran her hands over the smooth skin of Maura's back a few times, eventually sliding her hand around to cup Maura's bra-clad breast.
Maura's entire body arched into the touch, and she gasped as Jane roughly squeezed her breast. The movement caused her to break the kiss. She buried her face in the crook of Jane's neck, breathing in the mixture of sweat, lavender, and vanilla that was uniquely Jane.
"Maura?" Jane husked into her ear, and the deep gravelly sound sent a shiver down Maura's spine, causing Jane to tug her impossibly closer. "Maur, do you want me to stop?" Maura could feel Jane's fingers playing with the band of her bra, and all Maura wanted was for those fingers to slip underneath the fabric.
She shook her head against Jane's shoulder, but it wasn't enough. Jane started to remove her hand from under Maura's shirt when Maura's hand flew to stop it. Pushing Jane's hand back where she wanted it, Maura lifted her head just enough to growl into Jane's ear, "Don't you dare stop. The anger and vitriol in her voice was undercut by the raw arousal dripping from her words.
"I'm still pissed as hell at you, but I want this," Maura hissed. "I want all of this. I want all of you."
Jane pulled her hand from under Maura's and used it to unhook Maura's bra, but neither of them had the patience to remove it further. It was Jane's turn to moan as her hands finally found purchase, cupping the flesh she has longed to touch. She massaged both of Maura's breasts, adding a pinch of her nipples every few minutes. She loved the feeling of Maura withering above her.
Maura was too far gone to continue their previous make-out session. She was completely lost in the feeling of Jane's hands on her chest, and her hips started moving of their own accord, grinding against Jane's pelvis. In an attempt to increase the friction at her center, Maura shifted so that she was straddling Jane's hips. It was an awkward position given that they were still lying on top of a row of boxes, but she was rewarded when Jane shoved her shirt and bra up and captured her arching nipple in her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" Maura cried out as she melted into the feeling of Jane's warm, wet mouth lavishing her chest.
"Mmm," Jane hummed, the vibrations causing Maura's hips to buck hard against Jane. Jane kissed across her chest but before she took Maura's other breast into her mouth, she paused to say, "You know, every time you wear these pants, all I can think about is how they're just begging me to shove my hand into them and finger fuck you into oblivion."
"Wha—" Maura started, but her words were cut off as Jane did just that. Jane's mouth latched onto Maura's breast as Jane's left hand pushed its way into her pants and underwear, straight to her sopping wet folds. "Fuck," Maura gasped as she dropped her head against Jane's shoulder.
Jane was relentless. Her fingers moved hard and fast between Maura's legs, giving her no time to adjust. She watched and listened for any signs that Maura didn't want this, but everything about the indecent sounds coming from Maura's mouth and the movement of her body screamed pleasure.
Maura rocked her hips, trying to keep up with the pace of Jane's hand as she rubbed, pressed, and circled Maura's clit. Both of her hands held onto Jane's shoulders for dear life. Every emotion she had been feeling over the past few days seemed to be coiling in her stomach. The anger, the fear, and the hurt mixed together to create a potent combination that threatened to make her explode. She knew her fingers were digging into Jane's shoulders, probably leaving marks, but she didn't have enough self-control left to do anything about it. The only thing on her mind was chasing her release.
"Jane," Maura groaned, and as though she could read Maura's mind, Jane did exactly what Maura was asking for. She slipped two fingers into Maura without letting up the pressure of her thumb on Maura's clit.
Jane wanted to savor the moment as a new rush of feelings flooded her body in response to the connection they had just forged, but Maura was too close to the edge. So instead, Jane moved her fingers as fast and as hard as she could, driving Maura impossibly higher, until she felt Maura's entire body seize around her.
As her orgasm took control of her body, Maura dropped her head against Jane's shoulder to muffle her cries. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, and even though she knew it was impossible, she was sure that every cell in her body was actually exploding. She could feel the pleasure flood through her body – from her eyes squeezed shut to her toes curled in her shoes. It wasn't until the final waves started to leave her body that she realized that Jane's other arm was wrapped around her body, holding her up.
She intended to not allow herself the comfort of being in Jane's arms. She intended to return the favor and then push Jane away again until her anger passed. She intended not to let up on their fight.
But she couldn't do it as she collapsed in Jane's embrace, and they sank together back against the boxes. No matter how much she tried to fight it, the feeling of Jane holding her, of Jane's fingers running through her hair, of Jane's heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat underneath her was threatening to overwhelm her.
And of course, Jane sensed this instantly. "It's okay if you still hate me," Jane whispered as her fingers massaged the base of Maura's scalp. Somehow, Jane's heart was simultaneously breaking and full of hope. She hated how much Maura was hurting, she hated that she was the cause of it, and she hated that this was how they'd finally taken this step – a step she'd wanted to take for a long time. It gave her hope that they would be okay – that she wouldn't lose the most important person in her life. It gave her hope that they might finally be together.
Maura moved to get off of Jane, stumbling slightly in the process. She hadn't realized how weak her legs would be, but of course, Jane kept her from falling. She didn't look at Jane as she reclasped her bra and straightened her clothes as best she could. She knew she should say or do something, but her mind was a complete blank, and the need to escape the intensity of the moment was overwhelming.
"You should get back to work," Maura said nervously as she pushed her mussed hair behind her ear. "And I should…uh…I should go home."
"Yeah," Jane said.
Maura nodded once and headed for the door, but she paused before unlocking it. She turned to look at Jane. "These pants?" she questioned, the anger disappearing from her voice for a moment.
Jane shrugged. "Yeah, but to be fair, I feel that way about a lot of your clothes," she admitted with a smirk.
Maura knew she was unsuccessful at hiding her smile as she left the room, but maybe that was okay – because maybe…just maybe…it let Jane know that they'd be okay. They just needed time. And with that giddiness joined the litany of emotions she was feeling this week.
A/N: I've always been nervous to write angry sex, but I've been wanting to try it for a while now. I didn't think it was a good idea to try it in one of my on-going stories, so when this one-shot idea popped into my head, I couldn't resist.
Also, this was only intended to be a one-shot, and for now, I'm going to consider it done, but I feel like there might be a need to a second chapter where they really solidify their relationship. That feels like a bit of a cop out on the angry sex part of this though, so we'll see what I end up doing.