Part Eighteen: Trial 2

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Summary: Maura's not a guesser. So, when she comes up with a theory as to her best friend's recent change in behavior, she sets out to test her hypothesis the only way she knows how: careful observation and experimentation. Slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, some angst.

Warnings: The following fic is rated M (NC-17) for language and sexual situations. Readers be warned.

A/N: I have other fics I should work on, but this one has taken over my brain.

For the second morning in a row, Maura awoke in a daze. This time she awoke with a warm Jane behind her, spooning her from behind. The brunette's hand was gripping her stomach and her legs were intertwined with hers. The honey blond took a deep breath in through her nose. She didn't feel fully rested, but the memories of the night before were more than worth it.

Maura blinked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was still rather early. She could easily go back to sleep for another forty minutes. Maura closed her eyes, relaxing into Jane's embrace.

But then Jane groaned and stretched. Maura immediately felt the absence of Jane's touch and warmth. She rolled over to find a smiling Jane looking at her sleepily.

"Morning, babe." Jane grinned sleepily.

"Morning, love," Maura smiled kissing Jane's lips briefly.

Jane couldn't contain a shy smile, biting her lip. The honey blond resisted the urge to point out Jane's apparent affection for the pet name. Instead, Maura simply smiled brighter, tucking a wild curl behind Jane's ear. The two were quiet for a while, just looking into each other's eyes. Jane touched her hands to Maura's cheek as she searched her eyes.

Finally, Jane whispered, "Is it always going to be like this?"

"Like what?" Maura chuckled, placing her hand on Jane's.

"Will I always get to wake-up with you? Feel so happy? And so early in the morning?" Jane sighed.

"I'd be happy to wake up with you every morning," Maura whispered. Then she chuckled, "But I can't promise you'll enjoy being up this early every day."

Jane grinned, "Mornings aren't so bad when you're involved."

"No?" Maura smirked, raising an eyebrow. She could read that look in Jane's eyes. It was the same look she had given her the morning before when she had followed her into the bathroom. Before Jane could make a move, however, Maura found herself pressing against Jane's skin, her hand at Jane's neck, pulling her into a kiss.

The brunette hummed into the kiss, her hands going into Maura's golden hair. She pressed her tongue into Maura's mouth, tasting her eagerly. She quickly moved on top of her, pressing between Maura's legs. Maura instinctively pulled Jane closer with her thighs, moaning at the feel of Jane's sex on hers.

"Jane," Maura groaned. She longed to touch Jane this time. She longed to hear her low moans again, to repay the favor Jane had given her three times over. Maura pulled away from Jane's kiss, looking into her dark brown eyes. "I want to touch you. Taste you." Maura requested, "Please?"

The brunette smiled, "You don't really have to ask…"

Maura bit her lip. While that might be true, Maura was eager to continue her experiment. Doing so would involve continuing to let Jane have the power while still bringing her to orgasm. Maura might be okay with taking the lead, but things were especially hot when Jane was in control.

"I know…" Maura explained, wondering how much she could say without revealing the nature of her experiment, "… but I find it …" The honey blond bit her lip even harder, finding it surprisingly difficult to make the admission. "I find it arousing when you tell me what to do."

Jane raised her eyebrow and smirked, "Is that so?"

Maura only managed to bite her lip and nod her head.

"Well," Jane blushed lightly, "I really like your mouth … on my …"

Maura raised her eyebrow this time, looking amused. Though Jane's confidence was definitely beyond what Maura originally anticipated, her uneasiness with the language seemed to remain. We can surely fix that, though, Maura thought with a smile.

"Vulva?" she suggested.

Jane scrunched her nose with displeasure.

"Okay," Maura sighed, trying to recall the colloquial terms, "your cunt? Sex? Clit—"

"Ugh," Jane groaned. "You know what I mean, do we have to name it?"

Maura sighed softly, "I suppose you're right."

"I'm sorry," Jane said apologetically. "I'm not really into the dirty talk."

"Are you sure about that?" Maura smirked.

"What do you mean by that?" Jane chuckled.

Maura slipped her hand down Jane's back, smiling as the brunette shivered. She whispered in a husky voice as she spread her fingers over Jane's ass, "I vividly recall you telling me to come. Several times actually."

Jane bit her lip, grinding into Maura's sex as she squeezed her ass. "You seemed to like it," Jane reasoned, grinding her hips again as Maura's other hand joined the first.

"Very much," Maura groaned, feeling the pressure build at her center were Jane began to rhythmically press her sex into hers. But the position made relief impossible. Instead, she seemed to be merely making Jane pant and moan in her ear.

Maura tried not to moan as Jane continued to pivot against her. "Let me taste you?" Maura tried to ask, but it came out as more like a plea.

The brunette suddenly took her lips with hers. She pressed her tongue into Maura's mouth hungrily. Maura moved her hands up Jane's back, soaking up the feel of her skin. She felt the overwhelming desire to touch every part of Jane, but she was pinned beneath her.

"Please?" Maura added when Jane finally broke the kiss.

Jane rolled off her. She smirked at Maura expectantly, her head propped up by her hand. Maura scooted close to her, biting her lip. She dragged her palm over the tight muscles of Jane's stomach.

"You're so beautiful …" Maura whispered as she moved her hand between Jane's breasts.

The brunette blushed, dropping her head to the pillow. It seemed like she didn't know what to say, so Maura continued, running her thumbs over Jane's peaking nipple.

"Don't you know that?" Maura said, biting her lip and pinching Jane's nipple between her fingers. Maura watched Jane's face for her reaction.

"When you say it, I almost believe it," Jane sighed, her eye lids fluttering as Maura squeezed her breast and slipped her leg between her thighs.

"Forget two and half pages," Maura whispered in Jane's ear, "I could fill a notebook with descriptions of your body."

Maura softly kissed Jane's lips before continuing, "The delicate taste of your lips …" she kissed Jane's jawline, "the symmetry of your jawline…" Maura ran her fingers through Jane's dark curls, "the softness and wildness of your hair…" she trailed her lips down Jane's neck, touching every inch with her fingers as well, "the softness of your tanned skin…"

Jane shivered as Maura moved her hands over her breasts and her mouth down her stomach. Maura smiled as goosebumps moved over Jane's skin as her golden hair tickled her chest. Maura moved slowly kissing and tasting every inch of Jane's muscular stomach.

"Maur…" Jane groaned, her hand's in her hair.

"Every freckle…" Maura continued, kissing some here and there. "Every scar…" Maura whispered, placing her lips briefly on the scar on Jane's abdomen. The honey blonde's chest tightened with the memory of that day—when she nearly lost her dearest friend. She felt Jane squeeze her hair.

She looked up to see Jane watching her with an almost unreadable expression. It was a mix of disbelief, sorrow, and admiration. Her brow was knitted, her expression soft. She didn't speak.

"I love you so much Jane," Maura sighed, feeling the weight of that memory tugging on her heart. She never thought it possible, but she loved Jane a thousand times more today than she did when Jane was nearly ripped from her life.

"Maur …" Jane whispered, looking teary-eyed.

The honey blond returned her lips to Jane's skin, moving downward to the dark patch of hair between Jane's legs. She settled between Jane's legs, scattering kisses up and down Jane's thighs. The brunette began pressing her hips upward, seeking Maura's mouth. Maura smiled, but didn't move closer to her goal until Jane spread her fingers into her hair.

"I quite enjoy your smell, too," Maura teased, curious to see if Jane would plead—or make demands.

"Maura." Jane groaned.

She didn't move. It was so hard to resist tasting Jane again, but she wanted to see Jane's reaction.

Jane grasped at her head, gently nudging her closer to her sex. "Maura just touch me already," she groaned.

The honey blond eagerly complied, dragging her tongue through Jane's arousal. She hummed at the taste and the clench of Jane's fingers on her scalp. Jane moaned loudly, bucking her hips into Maura's mouth.

Maura had to steady Jane with a hand on her stomach. Jane's muscles rippled, her moans growing louder. She grasped Maura's hand, interlocking their fingers, as the honey blond moved her tongue over her clit. Maura could tell Jane was close when the pitch of her moans changed. Eagerly, Maura sucked on Jane's clit, making her shiver.

Suddenly, the sound of the alarm clock interrupted the noise of their lovemaking.

Before Maura could even move, Jane slammed the snooze button, almost knocking the clock onto the floor. Her hands quickly returned to Maura's hair.

"Don't you dare stop." Jane groaned.

"Yes, love," Maura smiled. She took Jane into her mouth again as Jane eagerly pressed Maura into her sex.

The honey blond teased Jane's opening with her fingers. She easily slipped two fingers in and curled them, stroking that special spot that made Jane's toes curl. Maura could tell Jane was quickly reaching the edge when her back arched. And when Jane came in her mouth, moaning her name over and over, Maura happily licked up all she had to offer.

"Fuck, Maura…" Jane panted as the honey blond moved up her body. She moaned as Maura kissed her, sucking on her tongue.

"I enjoy your taste even more…" Maura smirked, settling at Jane's side.

"God, Maura …" Jane sighed, pulling her close by the hip. "That was … amazing."

"Thanks," Maura winked, affectionately playing with Jane's hair. "It was very enjoyable for me as well."

Jane's hand slipped around Maura's back, pulling her close. Her lips returned to Maura's. She pressed her leg between Maura's shifting over her.

"Jane," Maura complained. "We should get ready for work."

The brunette buried her complaints in a long, languid kiss. Maura lost herself in the heat of Jane's skin and the taste of her tongue. Before long, the alarm went off again. Dazed, Maura pulled away, breaking the kiss. Jane properly turned off the alarm this time, quickly moving back to Maura before the smaller woman could even sit up.

"Jane, we should really …" but Maura lost her train of thought as Jane took her nipple into her mouth. She found her hands wandering into Jane's hair as the brunette spread her fingers into her arousal.

"Jane!" Maura moaned, as she circled her clit.

"I could make you come all day long," Jane groaned hotly in her ear.

"Jane, we can't—"

"Come for me, baby," Jane insisted.

And Maura's body responded before her mind could.