Before checking into their cabin, Jane and Maura had to stop at a nearby office the size of a shed to pick up their key and receive any necessary instructions from the owner. The owner/operator was far from personable and Jane and Maura were grateful they only had to interact with him for a short while. The instructions were few and Jane was glad because if she were to forget anything, she wouldn't want to have to contact him. Checkout was Sunday at noon and he would have to do a walk-through with them before they left. If there were any signs of vandalism or additional guests, they'd be charged. The owner/operator had requested Jane pay by check, but she insisted on cash. Her checks had the Rizzoli family's address printed on them and this wasn't the type of person she wanted to give her address to.
"I need to make a copy of your driver's license before I give you the key," he insisted.
"I'd rather you not," Jane told him. "I'm paying you in cash, we're doing a walk through before we check out, so there's no need for you to have my picture and address on file."
"Young lady, you need to watch your tone," he said angrily. When he pounded his fist on the desk, Maura took a step back, but Jane remained firmly in place.
"I didn't have a tone," Jane pointed out. "I'm speaking to you like an adult and, as an adult, I know if I'm paying with cash you don't need my information on file."
He tossed the key to Jane, who reached out and caught it with one hand. Without another word exchanged between the two of them, Jane and Maura left the office and made the short drive to their cabin.
The cabin wasn't what Jane had expected, but after the long drive and their encounters with people at the gas station and the office, she was grateful for the opportunity to finally relax. She had imagined the cabin would be bigger and less dilapidated, but with the price she paid for it, she realized she shouldn't have expected so much.
The inside of the cabin was surprisingly clean and after Jane tested the sinks and the shower to make sure there was clean, running water she was finally put at ease. Jane wasn't against roughing it, but she wanted to make sure Maura had all the amenities she needed. It was the weekend she was going to propose to her and Jane didn't want Maura's memory of the proposal to be tainted by something like dirty water coming out of the faucet.
With just twenty-four hours left until she was going to propose to Maura, Jane started to plan exactly how she was going to pop the question to her. Should she propose to her as they took a relaxing bath together? Should it be when they made love to each other or as they sat by the lake? The possibilities were endless and even a bit overwhelming for Jane, so she decided to take her mind off of everything by holding Maura on the couch.
"I'm glad you convinced me to stay," Maura admitted to Jane after several minutes of holding each other in complete silence.
"I want you to feel safe with me," Jane responded. "I would never let anyone hurt you. I'd give my own life if it meant keeping you safe."
"You are my life," Maura told her. "I couldn't go on without you."
"I guess that means I have to live forever," Jane added.
"Why am I with you?" Maura asked jokingly.
"Because I'm good in bed," Jane boasted. "You've said it on numerous occasions."
Maura straddled Jane's waist so that she could be face-to-face with her. "That's one of the reasons. I have a surprise for you. Go to the bedroom and wait for me."
"I have one for you," Jane smirked. "Come to the bedroom when you're ready for me."
Jane knew Maura wanted her as much as she wanted Maura, so she had an idea what Maura's surprise for her was going to be. As Maura was changing into her lingerie, Jane was changing into something entirely different. In her suitcase was a strap-on she had purchased just a few days ago. Jane had never imagined herself wearing one, but it was one of Maura's fantasies and that weekend Jane was set on giving Maura everything she had ever wanted.
When the straps were securely fastened, Jane couldn't resist looking at herself in the full-length mirror. There was an artificial phallus-shaped object attached to her, an erect one at that, but Jane didn't feel as embarrassed about it as she thought she would or even embarrassed at all.
Over the past year, Jane had begun working out in preparation for the academy and her body had gone from being skin and bones to having definition and muscle tone. Her abs had taken shape and so had her arms. All throughout her adolescent years, Jane had been referred to as gangly, but she was now told she had a chiseled physique. Maura loved her body regardless, but it always boosted Jane's ego when her newly-strengthened body enabled her to dominate Maura in the bedroom just as Maura had always wanted.
When Maura entered the room, the sight before her was Jane casually lying on the bed, her left ankle crossed over her right. Maura nearly dropped the wine glasses when she noticed what Jane was wearing. Without another word, she sauntered over there when Jane motioned for Maura to join her.
"I thought you didn't want to wear one," Maura pointed out.
"This weekend is about you," Jane reminded her.
"It's about us," Maura insisted.
"You look beautiful in this," Jane said as she touched the silky fabric on Maura's negligee. "Keep it on. I like the way this feels against my body."
"Your naked body," Maura said before grabbing one of the wine glasses. She took a sip and then looked at Jane.
"What are you planning?" Jane asked. Instead of answering, Maura slowly poured the remaining contents of her wine glass onto Jane's bare chest. Jane watched as Maura licked every last drop of wine that had trailed from her breasts down to her abs. The combination of the wine and Maura's tongue made Jane start to tingle. She wondered what had come over Maura. Maura had always been a sexual person, but this was the first time she had ever been so adventurous with Jane. With one hand on Jane's thigh and the other on her abdomen, Maura winked at Jane. "Maur?"
While keeping eye contact with Jane, Maura licked the toy from the base to the tip before taking it all in her mouth and letting it pop out. Maura pressed down on the base of the toy so it'd rub against Jane as she continued to wrap her mouth around it. Maura's actions may have given Jane some stimulation, but her arousal was more a result of the sight of Maura's head bobbing up and down and taking in the entire length. The phallus-shaped object wasn't an extension of Jane's body, but she knew she wouldn't have lasted long if it were.
When Maura moved back up the bed, Jane held her firmly in place, her hands gripping Maura's wrists against the pillows. "I'm ready for you," Maura commanded.
"You're ready when I say you're ready," Jane retorted. It wasn't like them to be so forceful with each other. Their lovemaking was usually gentle and filled with loving kisses and embraces, but Jane could sense that Maura wanted the opposite right now.
All Jane had to do was look to know that Maura was open and ready for her. She kneeled in front of Maura and gently inserted the tip—and only the tip—inside of her to gauge Maura's reaction. Just as she expected, her girlfriend winced.
"If it hurts too much, tell me and I'll stop," Jane said although she was well-aware that she was breaking with the forceful person she was pretending to be earlier.
"It's the first time I've had anything larger than the width of two fingers inserted in me," Maura reminded her. "It's going to hurt me until my vagina is able to accommodate it."
"Still," Jane paused. "Tell me."
"It'll hurt less if we hold each other," Maura informed her. Jane knew it wouldn't hurt any less, but it was Maura's way of saying that she wanted to feel Jane's body against her and she wanted Jane to kiss her for reassurance.
As they were kissing, Jane slowly inserted half of the length inside Maura. She wanted to pull out when Maura winced, but Maura insisted that she was just getting used to the length and the thickness and the feeling of having something stretch her. "It's pleasurable now that I'm getting used to it."
"Do you want me to go deeper?" Jane asked.
"As deep as you can," Maura insisted.
Jane and Maura had worked into a perfect rhythm, stopping only to kiss each other. The feeling of the silk against her skin and the sound of Maura moaning into her ear was becoming too much for Jane. Underneath the strap-on, she was swollen and aching for release. She gently pulled out of Maura and hurried to remove the harness from her body.
"What are you doing?" Maura asked.
Jane quickly re-positioned herself in between Maura's legs. "I need to feel you. You're so wet."
"So are you," Maura whispered into her ear. "I like the strap-on, but I'd much rather feel my woman." When Jane's body suddenly tensed, Maura became worried. "Jane?"
"Babe, I need you to remain calm. Don't be afraid."
"Why?" Maura asked. "Jane, what's happening?"
"Don't move your head," Jane insisted. "Just look out the corner of your eye. Do you see a red light?"
"Yes," Maura said worriedly.
With the lights on in the bedroom and the fact that they were so preoccupied with what they were doing to each other, Jane and Maura hadn't paid attention to the pea-sized red light coming from inside the ventilation grate.
"There's a camera in here," Jane whispered to her. She held on to Maura in hopes that holding Maura would keep both of them calm.
"Someone has been recording us making love to each other?" Maura asked.
"I know who it is," Jane told her. "I knew there was something about him the moment I set foot in that office. That bastard is recording us. I want you to stay right here. I'm going to go outside and check the perimeter. Keep the door locked and don't open it for anyone other than me."
"But Jane—"
"Listen to me, babe," Jane said after giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I'm going to check outside to make sure our car is okay and then we're going to go home to Boston and have someone from the Boston PD contact the Sheriff's station over here. I'm not going to let him get away with recording my girl."
"For a moment, I was afraid you were going to murder him," Maura told her. In other circumstances, she would have been joking, but at that moment, Maura honestly was afraid that she would.
"We're not making any stops," Jane said as she put on a pair of jeans and a-shirt. "I just want to get you out of here."
Jane grabbed the crowbar from the living room, grateful that Maura had accepted it from the guys at the gas station.
