Men had generally lost interest in Jane once they'd finished with her, but Maura hadn't lost interest, and she'd never really finished with Jane.
Well, she had, on Jane's hand, and on her thigh and on her mouth, over and over, but she'd never quite seemed finished with Jane, her hands restless even in sleep, falling asleep with her mouth on Jane's throat.
Jane had thought it would be awkward or difficult, that one of them would change their minds but the whole night had been almost as easy as falling in love with Maura. There were moments of discovery, moments of adjustment, when Maura moved Jane's hand just a little with a hiss when Jane was finally where Maura needed her, when Jane pinned Maura beneath her to keep her from moving away from where Jane needed her. Maura was softer than Jane was used to, her body firm and toned for the most part from all the yoga and jogging, but she was soft in all the places Jane had never touched her, had always wanted to touch her.
Maura had such beautiful hands. Jane had seen those hands do things to a human body, things that should have made Jane fear them, but when they touched Jane they were soft and sure, as though she already knew her way around Jane's body - which in many ways she did, in all but one particular way she didn't, not yet, and even in that way she was a rapid pupil, the pressure just a little too light, making Jane press against her in sweet torture, her tongue always a little too soft, her curses always a little too clipped from being unused to using foul language, but they came pouring out of her like torrents over a cliff, the way Maura fell against Jane when she was sated - momentarily, always only ever momentarily before swooping back in to capture Jane's mouth with her own, still pulsing against Jane's fingers as her own teased more from Jane's taut muscles. They'd never really stopped, but Maura had gone slack on top of Jane at some point, mouth slipping from Jane's jaw to her neck as she mumbled something about a little nap.
And Jane had woken first as the alarm went off, Maura still on top of her, her breasts flattened against Jane's and her legs mixed in with Jane's like they belonged there. Maura's hair was extremely ruffled and Jane was torn between letting Maura sleep a little longer or trying to put her hair back into array.
Maura raised her head and looked at Jane, before lowering it to kiss her collarbone.
"I skipped that last night," Maura said apologetically. "I'd always wanted to..." Maura's lips traced the prominent bones. "You completely disassembled me last night," Maura said, pulling closer to Jane. "There were so many more things I'd planned to do, but you..." Maura took one of Jane's hands from where it rested on the curve of her back and raised it to her mouth, kissed the fingers, looking at Jane without a hint of the blushes Jane had been subject to for weeks. She remembered a moment from the night before, Maura's pupils fully dilated as she leaned in to kiss Jane, to claim Jane as her own. Jane felt claimed. She felt the marks where Maura had suctioned her skin to bruises with her mouth, she felt where Maura's thigh still pressed against her.
"The museum," Jane said weakly, pulling her hand away from Maura's mouth to run it through her hair. "Our booking," Jane said hoarsely, feeling Maura shift against her.
"We have an hour. The drive won't take more than ten minutes, and I can be ready in ten minutes. That gives me forty minutes to..." Maura's head dipped, and Jane moaned.
"I feel like all my bones have dissolved," Jane said, much later.
"The human body has 206 bones contained within. Would you like one more?" Maura asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"I'm soooo glad I didn't use porn as a primary sauce, Maura," Jane said, rolling her eyes. "Now, get off me, we've got the rest of our lives to fool around, but that booking is for half an hour." Maura's eyes softened.
"The rest of our lives?" She asked. She propped herself up on her elbows, studying Jane's face - the strong, determined brow, the tapered chin, the soulful brown eyes staring up at her without even a inkling of concern over what she'd just said.
"If you want," Jane offered. "I know it's soon, but it's also been forever. I was never nice to you to get into your pants - although I would've been nicer if I'd known how..." Jane leaned up to kiss Maura. "How great it was going to be. I always worried that you'd just move on and leave me behind, that our friendship wasn't enough to keep you - and I wanted to keep you. I don't know how this is going to turn out - we both have demanding jobs, and if I get promoted we might not work together... But I do know that I'll do everything I can to make sure I have time for you. Speaking of..." Jane turned over to her side, Maura moving onto hers as well. "We're running out of it if you want your private guided tour of The Bone House." Jane got up and went to the bathroom on shaky legs, starting the shower, grinning when Maura joined her moments later.
Notes:
Had to wait til this chapter because 69 is apparently the sex number.