Chapter 3: Maura's Reaction
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Maura stirred in her sleep. At first, she wasn't sure what had woken her, but then she heard noises – no, moans – coming from Jane's side of the bed. Maura sat up quickly and gently shook Jane's shoulder.
"Jane," she called quietly. Jane was definitely dreaming, but it didn't seem like a nightmare.
"Ohhhhhh," Jane groaned in her sleep.
"Jane…Jane…" Maura said more quickly as heat flooded her own body in response to Jane's moans.
"Mmmm, ohhh," Jane moaned again.
A sex dream. Jane was having a sex dream. Fuck. "Jane," Maura said urgently, squirming slightly as she pressed her own legs together, trying to ignore the way her body was responding. "Jane, wake up."
"Jane," Maura said again.
Jane's eyes snapped open. When her eyes locked on Maura's, a look of horror crossed her face, and she turned beet red. Jane sat up so fast that she almost headbutted Maura.
"Jane…" Maura started, but Jane cut her off.
"No, don't!" Jane said sharply, shaking her head as she moved away from Maura.
"Jane, you don't need to be embarrassed," Maura tried to calm her friend. "It's completely normal. It doesn't mean anything. Sex dr–"
"Please, Maura. Please, don't say it," Jane said harshly. She stood up and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked around the tent, looking completely lost – it broke Maura's heart.
"It doesn't mean anything," Maura said quietly, trying in vain to catch Jane's eye.
"I'm going to go for a walk," Jane replied shakily as she reached down to grab her sweatshirt.
"Jane," Maura pushed again, but Jane was already leaving the tent.
Tears started flowing hard and fast down Jane's cheeks as she ran from the tent. She heard Maura calling after her, but she couldn't bare to face her friend right now.
Despite the fact that the dream felt short as Jane experienced it, she must have slept longer than she had thought. The sun was already starting to rise, and the birds were chirping loudly all around her.
Jane had never wanted to disappear more than she did right now. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and stumbled towards the nearest hiking trail. She needed to be alone – she needed to get away.
Maura knew. That's all Jane could think about. Maura knew. Jane had just had a very vivid sex dream about Maura while sleeping next to Maura. And to make matters worse, she had woken up Maura in the process, meaning that she had spoken out loud during her dream. Had she said Maura's name?
The first thing Maura had said was that it didn't mean anything. Did that mean that Maura knew Jane had been dreaming about her, but she didn't want to make it weird by pointing it out? Jane couldn't think of any other reason that Maura's first words would have been that it didn't matter. If she didn't know who Jane was dreaming about, she would have just asked. Maura was never embarrassed to talk about sex, and it would have been classic Maura to ask Jane who she was dreaming about.
Jane honestly wasn't shocked that Maura had been the subject of her dream. It wasn't even the first time she had dreamed about Maura like that. It was just the first time it had happened with Maura lying right next to her. Jane had been in love with her best friend for years, but Maura had never given her any indication that she returned her feelings. And Jane was too afraid of ruining what they had by admitting that she was in love with Maura.
Except, now Maura knew, and it seemed even more obvious that Maura didn't feel the same way. She had instantly told Jane that it didn't mean anything.
It meant something to Jane, though. Even if it didn't mean anything to Maura. How exactly was she supposed to go back to camp and face her friend now? She had no idea, so she did the only thing she could – she kept walking.
Maura fell back against the air mattress and stared at the ceiling of the tent. What the hell had just happened? she thought to herself. Maura filtered through the evidence in her head. They had been asleep when something had awoken Maura. Jane had been moving around a lot in her sleep and making noises – and there was no mistaking the noises she was making. Jane had definitely been moaning in her sleep.
This had led Maura to think that Jane was having an erotic dream, and Jane's reaction once Maura had woken her up had only solidified this conclusion. Jane was embarrassed. And when Maura had started to tell her that sex dreams were normal, Jane had said that she didn't want to talk about it – but she didn't deny it.
Maura pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. She hated how quickly her body reacted to Jane, but more than anything, her heart broke for her best friend. Jane had been struggling over recent weeks after Casey decided to return to Afghanistan following his successful surgery, and Maura knew that Jane was still pining over him. Even if Maura didn't want to think about Jane and Casey like that, the idea still seemed to be on Jane's mind.
The sounds of Jane's moans were playing on a loop in Maura's head. Maura's body had started to react the instant she had realized what kind of dream Jane was having. The problem was…her arousal was still sky high, and the more she heard Jane's voice, laced with pleasure, in her head, the harder it was to tamp down her body's reactions.
Maura groaned as she took a few deep breaths. She continued her breathing regimen for a few minutes, but it wasn't working.
Fuck, Maura gasped when her arm brushed against her sensitive breast. She had to do something to relieve the tension in her body. Maura squeezed her eyes shut as she brought her hands to her chest and cupped her breasts. She started roughly massaging her breasts through her pajama top, drawing a whimper from her own lips. She bit down on her bottom lip to stifle her cries.
Guilt and pleasure mixed together deep inside of her as her hands continued to play with her breasts, eventually slipping under her shirt to touch them directly. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, but she wasn't sure how she was going to survive another thirty-six alone with Jane if she didn't do something.
Maura's left hand continued to fondle her breasts, tweaking her nipples every so often, as her right hand trailed lightly down her flat stomach. Her abdominal muscles twitched in anticipation as her hand got closer and closer to where she wanted it most. When she reached the waistband of her sleep pants, Maura hesitated. It wouldn't be the first time that she had masturbated while fantasizing about Jane, but she had never done it while sharing a bed with Jane. Even if Jane wasn't currently lying next to her, there was no way that Maura could ignore the fact that she had been there a few minutes ago and would be there again tonight.
But Maura was too far gone to come up with a different solution, so she let her hand slide under her waistband and into her hot, wet center.
Maura let out a loud moan as her fingers began furiously circling her clit, and her own moans only intensified the memory of Jane's moans. Knowing what Jane sounded like in the throes of passion was turning Maura on more than she wanted to admit. It made her fantasies feel so much more real.
Maura groaned again, reaching out the hand that had been on her breast to pull Jane's pillow to her chest. Still lying on her back, Maura buried her face in Jane's pillow, her fingers continuing their movements down below. She breathed in the scent of her best friend as she replayed the sounds of Jane's moans over and over again in her head.
Maura imagined that it was Jane who was touching her – Jane whose fingers were driving her higher and higher. She tried to conjure the feeling of Jane's hot skin sliding against her own as they writhed together in pleasure. Her hips jerked against her hand as she buried her face deeper into the pillow she was pressing against her face.
Maura slid her fingers back, circling her opening a few times before returning to her clit. At this point, her moans and whimpers were flowing freely, only muffled by the pillow over her face. After repeating this figure eight motion a few times, she finally gave in and thrust two fingers into herself, crying out at the welcome intrusion.
She was so fucking wet, it was unbelievable. She wasn't embarrassed to admit that she was pretty good at making herself feel good, but her obvious arousal was well beyond what she normally achieved by herself, even when she had fantasized about Jane in the past. Being able to hear Jane's moans, smell her scent, and picture her chest and face flushed with desire was driving Maura wild.
"Mmm, oh, oh, fuck," Maura whined as she chased her release. She continued to rub her clit hard as she pushed into herself over and over, curling her fingers against her g-spot on every pass. Heat flooded her entire body as she felt her climax approaching. The proverbial coil in her belly tightened almost painfully until she couldn't hold back any longer. Pleasure crashed through her entire body. Her inner walls pulsed around her fingers as her hips pressed against her hand. Her hips rose off the bed as every muscle in her body contracted and spasmed. Her whole-body orgasm forced out a scream that she had been desperately trying to hold back, the sound barely quieted by the pillow pressed against her mouth.
Maura pushed the pillow off her face when she collapsed back against the air mattress. She was breathing hard, barely able to catch her breath. Her body felt like jelly – her muscles exhausted and sore in a way they hadn't been in a long time.
As she came back to herself, Maura looked around the tent. She was still alone, and the campsite was quiet. Tears pricked at Maura's eyes as the realization of what she would never have hit her. Was she bound to spend the rest of her life pleasuring herself to snippets of her best friend dreaming about someone else?
Maura laid there, letting the tears flow freely for a while. She had no idea when Jane was going to come back, and she didn't know what to say when she did. It was at least an hour later when Maura finally forced herself up, taking her things to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
When she got back, Jane was already making breakfast. Maura opened her mouth to say something, but Jane beat her to it. "Breakfast is almost ready," Jane said with a wide smile. "I figured that we could plan our day while we eat."
"O-okay," Maura stuttered. She knew Jane's tone. This was Jane telling her without words, in no uncertain terms, that they were not going to talk about what had happened this morning. Maura thought about pushing the issue, but quickly decided that it wasn't worth embarrassing her friend.
And they continued that way – completely ignoring Jane's dream – for the rest of the weekend…and the foreseeable future.
