This story is still rated a HARD T, but this chapter could be a soft Mature. You are warned. On another note, lets just say Maura has issues waking up. Thanks for all your reviews. They have kept me going this weekend. I hope you enjoy.
~Snow
Blinking, fearing that when her eyes opened it would have all been a dream. The room is dark, the bed is not her own, and she turns over glaring at the red numbers. 2:42am. She reached out with her hand and felt the sheets, the pillow. Cold. Her stomach pitched into her heart as she flew up as if she was spring loaded. Her eyes ran throughout the room, then she saw the door cracked. A beam of orange light bled into the room. Maura crawled over the bed, and tip toed to the door.
As her hand pulled on the door knob the panel slowly opened and so did the rest of her senses. She could finally hear the sounds in the apartment, and her eyes narrowed as she looked to the source of the noise. Maura leaned on the door way watching. Jane, oh her perfect Jane, sat on the bench at her piano and her fingers played those black and white keys, just fumbling around. Maura dare not move, she was afraid to break the magic of this moment.
Maura smiled as Jane began to trip over some old classics, contemporary favorites. Maura watched as Jane, eyes closed, swayed back and forth to the song she played. Maura swallowed and then softly walked forward.
My heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you
I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
Maura sang toward the piano player and when Jane smiled but didn't open her eyes Maura smiled back as she continued slowly forward.
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill I've never known, oh yeah
You smiled, you smiled oh and then the spell was cast
Jane's smile grew when Maura came closer singing the lyrics to At Last by Etta James. Maura's voice wavered as her nerves took over her talent, which in her account was not much. Jane swayed as she played and listened to Maura walking toward her. Maura knew Jane was playing to her speed, but the woman's feet simply had a mind of her own. Her hands and arms were not connected to her brain as Maura walked still singing and then paused. Jane sat in front of her, swaying playing the ivory keys. Maura took a deep breath and then sang.
And here we are in Heaven
For you are mine at last
Maura's body pressed to the back of Jane as her hands slid over the detective's strong solders, and then leaned down as her arms cradled the woman to her. Maura took another risk. She couldn't believe her body did not follow her commands when her lips pressed to Jane's cheek. She felt Jane smile wider, and then the sound of the piano stopped as Jane's fingers wrapped around Maura's arms. After a moment Maura was pulled forward, awkwardly. Maura sat on the bench beside Jane. Jane looked down into Maura's hazel orbs, and then she leaned in and pulled Maura's lips against hers. It was sweet, it was gentle, and it was completely and utterly divine. Maura's mind finally kicked into overdrive and she pushed slightly on Jane's shoulders, dislodging her lips only to rest her head to Jane's forehead.
"You have got to be a dream," Maura murmured wishing herself to wake up. This was just too painful, to have her here in Jane's apartment after the night she had with the gorgeous woman on the piano bench.
"You dream of me like this then?" Jane asked in her raspy voice that sent a shiver, a very noticeable quake, through Maura.
"All the time," Maura shook her head, eyes closed. Usually her dreams don't talk to her, well much, but there was a first time for everything. Maura's lips twitched as Jane's hot breath ghosted across her lips. Maura swallowed and slowly shook her head.
"You are a dream," Maura whimpered.
She only had time to get out her statement before Maura's lips where taken once more. A hand slid behind Maura's head and pulled her firmer to Jane. After a moment Maura pulled from those seeking glorious lips. Then Jane slightly opened her mouth. Some inner sight told Maura Jane slightly parted her lips. Maura flicked her tongue out. She tasted, she opened Jane's lips further, then tasted deeper, the detective let her test her flavor, tease herself. It was the same moment as a hot wet tear slid down her cheek, when Maura slowly, sensuously began to devour Jane's mouth. Maura's eyes flew open. Maura broke from that heavy kiss, eyes wide, her fingers to her lips staring at Jane. Maura's fingers slipped to her cheek. She pulled back her fingertips. Wet, wet with her tears. Then her eyes flew to Jane once more. Her chest pounding, her lips parted, and slightly swollen.
"You are not a dream," Maura whispered. Jane shook her head. Maura swallowed as her fingertips went back to her lips. Then she dropped them to her throat.
"Jane," Maura rasped deeply then she cleared her throat, "Jane, may I kiss you again? Just like that?" Maura asked. Jane's smile lit up the dark room as Jane's fingers took Maura's from her throat and entwined them.
"Yes," Jane whispered huskily setting Maura's body on fire. Maura nodded but before she moved she blinked unshed tears, possibly from shock, she deduced.
"I'm afraid," Maura confessed.
"What are you afraid of, Maur? I think, judging from that kiss, and me saying yes, we have established that I like you very much," Jane pointed out shaking their hands with a smile trying to make her friend comfortable.
"I am afraid this is just another elaborate dream. Me finally getting what I want after so damned long," Maura closed her eyes, sighed, and let her shoulders slump.
"How long?" Jane asked surprised, and then Maura shook her head.
"Too long," Maura said as she leaned her forehead on Jane's shoulder. Jane's hand relinquished their hold on Maura's and then her strong arms lifted to pulled Maura too Jane's chest. Maura wrapped her own arms around Jane and once more she began shaking her head.
"Please, don't be a dream," Maura whispered over and over.
Jane sat there holding this brilliant woman in her arms as she crumbled in front of her praying, or wishing, that Jane was real. Jane had no inkling of the details of Maura's dreams but evidently seeing Jane sitting at the piano, playing and then sitting with her, kissing her, sparked Maura not to believe the moment was real, it was truly them. Jane began to sway them back and forth, rubbing circles into her back.
"How can I prove to you this is not a dream? That I am sitting here holding the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I absolutely adore you?" Jane asked softly. Feeling her voice catch in her throat.
"Tell me something you have never told me before?" Maura sniffed in Jane's shoulder. Jane chuckled and tugged the woman tightly to her causing Maura to basically lay into her frame. Jane stroked Maura's hair.
"Ya know when I call you Googlemouth, or Miss Know-it-all?" Jane asked, and Maura nodded her head, "I secretly think its sexy," Jane smiled as Maura let a small scoff followed by a little laugh break through.
"You think my overbearing intellectual rants are sexy? Now I know this is a dream," Maura said pulling away from Jane as she wiped at her eyes with a sad smile. Jane tipped Maura's face up to look into Jane's eyes.
"Fine, be stubborn. Let your scientific mind decipher this," Jane reached to Maura's hand and placed it over Jane's heart, then slid it up to her throat, "Do dreams have heartbeats?" Jane watched as Maura's fingers pressed into Jane's throat and then her brow furrowed.
"Dreams are also not warm to the touch," Maura murmured, "You are real," Maura blinked and then swallowed, "You are real," Maura breathed when Jane nodded and then Jane used the fingers of her left hand to sweep a lock of hair behind Maura's ear.
"Yup," Jane said popping the 'P' of her confirmation. Jane stood from the piano and held out her hand for Maura. Maura took it without hesitation. Jane walked them back to bed and then lay back in bed Jane holding Maura as Maura curled into Jane.
"What were you doing up?" Maura finally asked after a while.
"I slept some, but I woke up to a gorgeous woman stealing all of my covers," Jane laughed as Maura playfully slapped at her abdomen, "And then I…" Jane swallowed and looked away. Maura looked up.
"Jane you can tell me anything," Maura whispered listening to the skipping of Jane's heart beat below her ear.
"I wanted you," Jane rasped barely louder than the thumping of her beating heart. Maura gasped but didn't move. It was sudden, as if a tidal wave swept throughout their bodies, wreaking havoc on their nervous system, destroying logical thought just as that wave would destroy a coastal village. Maura and Jane both paused, held their breaths. It was Jane that moved. It was Maura that welcomed her.
Jane looked down into Maura's eyes as she pushed her onto her back and settled her weight onto Maura's smaller frame. Jane was not heavy, in fact she felt right settled between Maura's legs, hip to hip, as Jane curled her fingers into Maura's hair.
"I want you still," Jane whispered.
"If I told you to take what you want, would you do?" Maura asked feeling fear lodge in her throat.
"I would ask you. I would never take what is not freely given," Jane watched as Maura's eyes grew wide, "Maura, I want to make this special, I want this to be perfect, and right, and…" Jane was cut off.
Maura seized Jane's lips to silence her, to prompt the woman into action, or simply to make her choose. She couldn't lay there, growing more and more heated as that sensuous rasp of Jane's voice filtered into her ears speeding up her heart, and firing off sensations that caused Maura's arousal to build. Maura resumed the kiss she started at the piano. She licked, and tasted, and all the while Jane let her explore. She let her test the waters of their evolving relationship.
When Jane finally slipped her tongue into Maura's mouth, savored Maura, a switch was flipped. Jane growled into Maura's mouth. Maura clawed at Jane's back trying to pull her further into her body, if she could. Maura craved that closeness. Jane had not done anything other than kiss her and she craved her, all of her, and every part of her.
"Maur…" Jane whispered, "Are you sure?' Jane asked between breaths.
"Yes, but only if this is what you want to. I am ok to wait, Love," Maura said as she swept a finger over Jane's jaw seeing if the term of endearment would be accepted. Jane dove forward.
People write love scenes in stories, people preform them on screen, but no one had truly captured the moment when two people essentially become one entity of tangled limps, wanting lips, seeking hands and plunging fingers. For both women they were completely taken, completely at the others mercy. Both begging to stop, and then a slit second later both were pleading for more. Words written in trashy novels, and ludicrous love scenes held not a single flame from the smallest candle to the fire they felt that moment.
"Jane please," Maura would beg.
"Maur… God," Jane would pray.
When each woman slipped into the other, they felt the overwhelming sense of peace for a cherished second before passion over took them. Give and take, take and give. Every time Jane came from Maura's administrations, there were pinpricks of light flashing behind her clenched eyes lids when her core seemed to release in a small explosion of ecstasy. When Maura was finally taken, she let Jane claim every part of her. Heart, body and soul, and as her orgasm crested the first time she screamed her lovers name into the night when her hips lifted them both from the bed. Each time she came after Maura thanked whoever was listening for the moments of divinity she felt in Jane's embrace.
She waited, to wake up. She wished she never would. Their exploration of one another lasted until they could not move, and sleep seemed the only activity they were capable of.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Maura sprang awake. Her hand shot to her right, her eyes still closed.
"FUCK! DAMNIT!" she growled and slammed her hand against her bed. She felt her tears slip from her eyes. No! Not again!
"I was wondering how the morning after with you would be, but I didn't think you would be cursing like a sailor," joked a husky voice. Maura's eyes shot open and she took in her surroundings. She found the woman standing in the door way, spectacularly nude, arms crossed, and a smile on her lovely lips.
"I thought..." Maura began but she flew from the bed and surprised the detective as she sped to her, wrapped her arms around her waist, body to body, flesh to flesh, as Maura took Jane's lips with her own. But Jane pulled away after a moment.
"Maura, we have to talk," Jane began, looked away from her and walked to the bed. Maura's heart tripped into over drive.
"Oh my god…" Maura pulled her hand from Jane's.
"Maura its about last night…" Jane tried to begin but she saw Maura slowly begin to close off. Jane's brow creased.
"Ma took my car home," Jane said and then Maura's head flew up unshed tears in her eyes, "Do you mind taking me to work with you today?"
"What?" Maura asked trying to mentally shift her mind into a different gear.
"Ma took my car home. Can we go to work together?" Jane asked watching Maura process, confused.
"You… Are you… Are you regretting last night?" Maura swallowed after she rushed out the question.
"Nope," Jane said smiling from ear to ear once again popping the 'P' finally understanding Maura distress.
"Oh my God you will be the death of me!" Maura groaned as she fell back onto the bed. Then she felt Jane kissing her lower abdomen, then up the middle of her torso, up her sternum, then to her throat, and finally Maura opened her eyes to see Jane hovering above her, grinning.
"As long as its death by bliss, then I think I'm ok with that," Jane smirked cheekily. Maura growled with a smile on her face then took Jane's lips with a small smile. She flipped Jane surprising the detective with her strength.
"I love you," Maura said as she pinned Jane beneath her. She paused thinking she went to far. She went to move from Jane, but hands caught her hips that continued to straddle Jane's.
"We have always been on this path, haven't we?" Jane asked Maura. Maura tilted her head to consider the question and then Maura nodded. Jane smiled softly up at the woman, "I believe I have always sort of loved you, but I am happy that I am in love with you," Jane said watching Maura.
"Are you sure you are not a dream?" Maura asked grinning at her lover.
"Maybe I am a dream come true?" Jane supplied. Maura smiled and rose from the mattress.
"Maybe," then Maura turned around, "Want a shower?"
Jane had never wanted to take a shower so badly in her entire life.