After a satisfying dinner, where Jane had consumed everything in sight, the two women had decided to head back to the Isles residence to settle in for the night. All of the day's activities had caught up to them, which meant that they were ready for some lounging near the fire. Maura was on her third glass of wine and Jane had worked up a buzz of equal magnitude on some of the French pale ale that they had bought. Both women were warm, relaxed, and enjoying the peace and quiet as they lay on the couch, leaning their heads on each other's shoulders. Although Maura had insisted that Frankie stay in one of the guest rooms, he had chosen one of the nearby hotels instead, not wanting to intrude on their private time. He knew that the two women had been experiencing a lot of emotional ups and downs lately, which meant that they had a lot of talking to do. If all went well, hopefully, there wouldn't be much talking involved afterward.
Jane suddenly jerked, having fallen asleep in the comfort of having Maura pressed up against her. "Mmm," she groans as Maura shifts.
"Jane, let's go to bed," Maura says, pulling at Jane's hands to encourage her to get up from the couch.
"Can't. Too sleepy," Jane says, feeling glued down.
Maura takes the blanket off of Jane, which earns her a dirty look as Jane opens her eyes. She knew that it was the only way to get Jane up and she preferred to not spend the night on the cramped couch when a luxurious memory foam mattress awaited them upstairs. Jane gets up with a groan, towering over her as she leans on Maura for support. "Let's go," Jane pushes.
Upstairs, Jane finally falls into bed, the weight of her body being absorbed by the multiple layers of foam within the bed. Maura goes through her nightly routine, rubbing her creams in after she brushes her teeth and combs her hair. By the time she is applying her lotion, Jane has already begun snoring. Maura climbs into bed after changing into her nightgown, enjoying the feeling of the satin sheets rubbing against her bare legs. The wine coaxes her into a deep sleep and the heat radiating off of Jane's body keeps her from the bitter cold outside of their bed.
A hand caresses her cheek, taking its time to feel Maura's soft lips and silky hair before moving down to her body. As it traces the outlines of her curves, the hand drags across her stomach as it takes ahold of the side of Maura's waist. Maura feels gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs and gasps as a tongue licks her at the same spots. Her breath picks up as her moans become more desperate, the teasing having become a form of torture as Maura feels herself becoming more frantic with need. The kisses pause right before they get to where Maura wants that mouth and the feeling of a hot breath makes her shudder. When the tongue makes contact with her arousal, she whimpers at the contact as she grasps at the head between her legs, holding on tightly to encourage more pressure. As Maura grinds her hips against the source, she finds herself getting louder and louder as she comes close to finding relief.
A sound rouses Jane awake, her eyes opening against the blackness of the night. She hears it again and sits up straight as she orients herself to where she is. Besides her, she can feel Maura's presence in the bed and this brings her some comfort as she tries to locate where the sound is coming from. As Jane's senses recover from the deprivation associated with sleep, she realizes that the sounds are coming from right next to her. In a quiet voice, Maura is sighing, making low, inarticulate noises as she writhes around with grace. As the sounds get louder, Jane registers them as moans. Her breath hitches as her heart begins pounding, her ears filling with the sound of her own heartbeat as she processes what is happening.
"Maur?" Jane asks.
Maura is still asleep, but Jane sees as Maura's hand comes up to take ahold of her own breast, grasping tightly as her back arches against the bed. Jane feels like her entire body is on fire and debates whether she should wake the other woman up or if she should just ignore it and go back to sleep. Maura's mouth opens as she inhales sharply and when she breathes out, Jane's name is on the tip of her tongue.
"Oh, Jane, right there," she says, much to Jane's horror. Jane freezes, pinching herself to see if she was stuck in some fantasy dreamland. When she feels the pain from where her fingernails had dug into her own skin, she knows that this was actually happening. As if encouraged, Maura continues. "Oh my God, Jane, yes, yes!" She says as the breaths get louder.
However, without actual contact, Maura finds herself unable to be fulfilled. As she teeters on the edge of climax, her body screams for physical touch. Maura feels the hand return to her waist, but this time, instead of holding on tighter, it is shaking her awake. Jane's voice pierces through her dream and it takes her a few seconds to recognize that what she had just felt was only a figment of her imagination that had taken place while she was asleep.
"Maura, wake up," Jane beckons on the other side of the fog. As Maura crosses the threshold between REM and alertness, she is immediately struck with fear that Jane may have overheard her.
"I am so sorry, Jane. I was having some dreams. Did I wake you up?"
A low chuckle comes from Jane's throat, which makes Maura want to climb on top of Jane and continue the dream. She stops herself, knowing that her inhibitions were currently lowered considering that she had been asleep a minute ago.
"Sorta. Was it a good dream?" Jane's voice has a hint of amusement as she pokes fun at Maura.
Maura buries her head in the pillow, pulling the covers above her to shield her from embarrassment. "Please forget that just happened."
Jane can feel the heat in her chest rising, threatening to travel upwards into her face as she decides what to do next.
"Will you tell me about it?" She asks carefully.
In the dark, she is unable to make out Maura's features exactly but can tell that Maura has turned to face Jane.
"Why don't I just show you?" Maura asks as she tests the waters.
She has recovered from the embarrassment, having been encouraged by Jane's supportive reaction. As the two women move closer to each other, Maura can still feel herself coming down from the high that her dream had sent her on. With Jane approaching her, she felt that high coming back, as this time, things were happening for real. She pushes Jane down on the bed as she climbs on top, straddling the taller woman to keep her sense of control. As Maura traces Jane's collarbones, she feels Jane's chest rise and fall under her body.
"You were touching me like this," Maura says, using her hands to replicate how Jane had grazed against her during the start of the dream. She places both hands on Jane's chest, transferring some of her weight onto Jane so she can shift lower. With her body between Jane's legs, she props herself up as she feels the inside of Jane's thighs. Maura places a kiss on the side of Jane's left leg, putting the leg over her own shoulder for additional access. Kissing those lean legs from top to bottom, she continues. "And then you kissed me, here," she puckers her lips, "And here," another kiss, "And here." With both of Jane's heels resting on the bed and her legs open, Maura has never seen this brazen detective so vulnerable before.
"But I really wanted you to kiss me here," she says, kissing the spot between Jane's legs. With shorts on, there were too many layers for Maura to taste the other woman, but she could feel the moisture that had gathered. Jane bends against her touch, pushing her shoulders into the surface of the bed as her hands wrap around Maura's hair.
"Maura," she whispers, unable to believe that this is happening.
As if beckoned, Maura's lips come back up to Jane's face, pressing into the woman as their tongues find each other. Whether it was all this talk about sexuality or Maura's dream, the two women discovered that their senses were heightened and Jane surrendered all control, completely yielding herself to Maura. The other woman's name comes out in whimpers now, as Jane becomes overwhelmed with the desire for Maura to do as she wants with her body. Maura seems to know exactly where to touch Jane, which spots on her neck to bite to drive her crazy, and how to take her time in other areas. Maura throws her hair to the side of her face as she puts her mouth on Jane's breast, sucking lightly. Jane cries out again, feeling her breath come out shakily as her body reacts to the sensation. With Maura's legs resting between her own, she shifts against the pressure with a frenzy, needing an outlet for the buildup underneath her core. Before her primal urges take over completely, Jane pulls away from the kiss, taking a few seconds to catch her breath.
"Is everything okay?" Maura asks, her voice evident with concern.
Jane nods, unable to speak in extended syllables at the moment. "Yes."
Before Maura moves in again, she asks Jane, "Would you like for me to continue?"
Having never been with a woman before, Jane feels as anxiety becomes the dominant emotion in her mind. She wanted Maura so badly, but she was nervous.
"I don't think I'm ready yet. Can we take things slowly?" She asks, afraid of how defenseless she was right now, with both her legs and her heart open to Maura.
Maura smiles, brushing the hair out of Jane's eyes. "Of course."
She rolls off of Jane, pulling the sheets above them as they lay side by side. Jane is grateful for how supportive Maura is and gives her a kiss on the cheek to show her appreciation. Returning the kiss, Maura settles back down into the bed and finds a comfortable position. They hold hands as Jane feels her heart rate start to slow down. Soon, both of the women find themselves back under the comfort of sleep, content in simply being within each other's presence.