AN: Sorry this one is being posted a little later in the day than normal, but I've reached my prewritten buffer and need to play catch up! Working six days a week as a courier at Christmas is making it a little tough, but I'm going to do my best to make it work.
December 7th
Jane sat on the sofa that evening scrolling through pages of gift ideas. It was always hard to buy anything for the woman who, well had or could have quite literally anything. Sipping on a hot cup of decaf coffee, Maura's doing, she checked the time. It was getting late and she still hadn't heard from the doctor.
"Maybe this 'high profile' case really is going to cut into our plans."
Lounging lower on the sofa she couldn't help a pang of loneliness. Maura hadn't even been gone for two whole days, and yet she missed her awfully. The nights, she had decided were always the worse when they were apart. A chiming from the laptop brought her focus back to the present and brought the smile back to her face.
Clicking on the video request the image of Maura filled her screen.
"Good evening Jane, I thought you would be in bed already?"
"Hi Maur, I was just doing some Christmas shopping before I turned in. How are things going over there?"
"Promising actually. We completed the autopsy today and sent our samples off for testing. Depending on the results and subsequent report writing and filing I should be home sooner rather than later."
"Thats fantastic! But you know how the old saying goes, 'If it looks too good to be true' it usually is."
"I agree, but my job is to provide the evidence, not interpret it. Once I can offer no more insights into the case I will be leaving everything in the hands of the investigative team."
"Nice to see its only the BPD team that gets the pleasure of your input from start to conviction."
"Well someone has to make you look good Jane,"
"Oh you've got jokes? Who over there has had such a bad influence on you? I'll be on the next plane out I swear!"
Maura just laughed. She was sat at the desk in her hotel room dressed in what most would call haute couture, whereas to the doctor it was just todays work attire.
"Oh Jane, I miss you very much, but that wouldn't quite be necessary. Is your mother home by the way?"
Jane raised an eyebrow in question, "I think so, but if you wanted to talk to her why are you on my laptop?"
The detective immediately recognised the smouldering look on the doctor's face, "I think she is yeah. I''m just going to double check I've locked the doors,"
Putting the laptop to one side she nearly all but sprinted to the back door thoroughly testing that it was indeed locked before double checking the front. Returning to the sofa she picked up the laptop and made her way upstairs to their bedroom. Maura smiled recognising where Jane was going.
Grabbing today's box she sat cross legged on the bed as she carefully placed the computer in front of her. Opening the box she pulled out the gift,
"Uh Maur, this thing has got wires! Im not going to pretend that doesn't give me concerns."
She turned it over in her hands. To all intents and purposes it appeared look like a string pair of underwear with a small hard lump at the front.
"The wire is a headphone jack, you can plug it into any audio device and the small motor at the front works in time to the music. Some versions require you to hold it, but this one can be worn like a thong to free up your ha- Jane? Jane where have you gone?"
The brunette had shot off the bed armed with new information, she realised quickly that from Maura's end it did look incredibly odd. She made quick work of shucking off her sweats and shirt. Pulling on the toy she raised it to make sure everything was in place before she scampered back in front of the computer.
"Is everything ok? Oh, I see!" Maura's initial concerns evaporated when a rather naked Jane returned to her vision.
"So do I play music from the laptop to make it work?"
"You can, but I have a better suggestion."
The blonde stood from the desk, leaving the laptop in place. Jane could see her pressing a few keys before she took a few steps back. A few seconds passed by before music filled the hotel room, the detective jumped slightly when she could feel the toy between her legs began to pulse lightly against her clit. Maura had began swaying in time to the music her hands in her hair. It took Jane no time at all to realise the doctor's plan. She leant back against the pillows with her feet flat on the bed using her raised knees to perch the laptop.
Maura locked eyes with her in the screen as her hands lowered to begin undoing the buttons of her silk shirt, She could tell by the slight parting of Jane's lips and her intent gaze that their toy was working. The thought caused a flood of wetness between her own legs, spurring her to fling her shirt across the room. Reaching to her hip she slowly lowered the zip on her skirt, turning her back to the screen she bent at the waist to lower the garment to the floor. Giving Jane a gracious view of her ass.
"French lace to work Dr Isles? Doesn't seem very professional."
She grinned at the comment, "Maybe not, but I didn't quite feel right with a corset today,"
Jane gulped, she had seen Maura wearing one before, it was indeed a sight. The memory caused a squirming of her hips, the small toy helping to bring the thought to mind. She was soon brought to the fore when the initial track finished, leading to a slightly faster pace. The vibrations against her nub becoming stronger. She bit her lip to try and suppress a whimper.
Standing slowly the blonde turned to face the screen. Hips clad in black lace, her bra matching with red accents. Raising her arms she covered her breasts with one arm as she deftly opened the clasp at her back with the other. The straps falling down her shoulders, but still covering herself. She turned once more, gyrating her hips to the higher tempo. Lifting her hands to her hair the black lace fell to the floor giving Jane an unobscured view of her back.
"God you're so beautiful Maura,"
Looking over her shoulder the blonde grinned, "So are you, but I can only see your face. Why don't you put the laptop on the bed and let me see you."
Sitting up briefly Jane placed the computer on the bed and placed her feet either side of it. She didn't think it was a particularly flattering angle until she heard Maura speak.
"Oh Jane, if only you could see."
From the angle of the camera she could see velvet folds glistening in the light. The small bud covering her clit, pulsing in time to the music, causing her hips to jerk a little at the faster tempo. Grasping her fuller breasts in each hand she pinched her nipples as they hardened at the sight. Her voice lowered significantly.
"I just want to taste you,"
"Geeze Maur, it feels good, but I-"
"I know Jane, have patience,"
Placing her hands either side of her hips she pushed the black lace panties to the floor shimmying out of the clothes. Fully naked now she retrieved the chair she had pushed aside. Stepping closer to the desk she sat in the chair, lifting her leg she placed her foot on the table opening herself up to Jane.
"Can you see what just thinking about you does to me?"
Indeed she could, the doctor's core was thoroughly soaked. A single finger dipped into the heat spreading the wetness around her own throbbing clit. She bit her lip as her eyes bore into those of her lover. Jane palmed her own breasts, the sight on the screen causing her to buck her hips in empathy. One of her hands drifted lower down her stomach.
"No Jane,"
"No?" she squeaked,
"No. I want to see your pussy clench when you come, without you touching yourself."
Jane groaned, "You know I hate teasing Maur,"
"Well now we both know thats a lie." the blonde raised her hips as she circled her clit faster.
Her view free from obstruction rewarded her as fresh wetness coated the detective. She licked her lips, desperate to taste her lover as soon as possible. The steady pulse against her clit was causing a pleasurable tightness in her belly, it felt good, but it wasn't enough to make her come.
"God I wish you could see this Jane, you're so wet, so ready,"
Unabashed she easily slipped two fingers inside herself starting a steady rhythm. Jane's eyes locked on the fingers easily slipping in and out of the blonde. Her hips ground into the bed, trying in vain to gain more friction against her straining clit.
"Fuck Maura, please,"
"Hmm please what?"
"I wanna come Maur, please make me come,"
"You'll just have to see whats next in the playlist Jane."
Throwing her head back with a groan, Maura looked on with a wicked smile. As the next track started she saw the brunette's head shoot up as her hips bucked hard.
"Oh fuck!"
A heavy dance track filled the room and the deep base pushed strong, hard and relentless vibrations against her core. Maura could see the muscles begin to tighten, she brought her other hand down rubbing small, fast circles around her clit as her other hand pumped harder. She was having a hard time focusing on the screen but she desperately wanted to see Jane as she came.
"Yes Jane, I want to see you come, I want to see your pussy clench as you do."
Trying not to move so that she could she Jane dig her heels into the bed, her ass lifting slightly bringing her core closer to the camera. Her breath coming in short pants as she got ever closer to the release she craved. The toy pulsed endlessly against her, she could feel the coil tightening within her.
"I'm so close Jane, come for me, I need to see you come."
Looking down to the screen she saw Maura frantically rubbing her clit while she fucked herself with well practised hands. Her laden breaths coming short and fast. Her own hips rising each time her lover's did.
"Oh shit, Maur, I'm gonna, I -"
She threw her head back as she came, her walls clenching tightly with each wave beautifully displayed on the doctor's screen. Maura's voice caught in her throat as she bucked her hips faster into her hand. Barely a few seconds behind her own climax crashed into her, her fingers inside stilled as she kept up the pressure on her clit, drawing out as much pleasure as possible. Sinking back into the chair she could see Jane's happy but tired smile on the screen.
"God I miss you so much."
"I know, I miss you too. I'll be home soon remember."
"Soon isn't now though."
"No it isn't. But the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner tomorrow will come and that will be one day closer."
"Hmm, nice theory. You'll call me tomorrow?"
"As soon as I can. Goodnight Jane, I love you."
"Love you too Maur, g'night."