I wanted you all to know some background of the characters first before we move forward. We'll know more about Jane in the next chapter. Please read and review! And give me ideas if you'd like to see something happen.
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It had been a month since Maura had seen Jane. Everything went back to the way it was. Maura sat at the desk in her office sorting through the files that piled up over the weekend. She sorted through the files separating them between company needs and business affairs. Grabbing a blue pen out of the cup that adorned the right corner of her desk, with the other pens, she took off the cap and licked the tip. Scribbling her signature on few pages before she heard a knock on her glass door.
"Come in." She said
"Ms. Isles, there is a woman here to see you. Says she has to see you but I don't see her on the list. Do you want me to turn her away? She says her name is Mackenzie Dean." The receptionist, Carla, said.
The scientist put down her pen and crossed her legs under the mahogany desk. "Yes, send her in. I've told her at least a hundred times to schedule her appointments."
"Ok." Was all Carla said before she headed back down to the lobby.
Three minutes later a tall woman with dark brown hair and olive skin, dressed in a burgundy pant suit with a charcoal gray button up blouse and matching four inch heels walked into the room. Without looking up Maura addressed her, "Mrs. Dean?"
A small chuckle was heard. "Whats with formal greeting?" Mackenzie grabbed one of the comfy leather chair in the corner and sat down scooting it in front of the other woman on the opposite side of the table. "Sorry I didn't make an appointment. Forgot." She said with a sly smile.
"I should have turned you away, I'm a very busy woman." Maura proclaimed.
"You know you wouldn't have." The beautiful woman said, a smile on her face.
"Yes I would have. I have other people waiting hours to get in a meeting with me." The blonde finally looked up at her visitor and stared into her eyes than glanced at average pink lips. "Besides I only let important people in here, not people who are going to waste my time." Now the scientist wore a matching smile as Mackenzie.
"Well, I would have waltz right in here anyways."
"And I would have had security carry you right back out." Their smiles grew at the playful banter being exchanged. "What are you doing here?"
"Couldn't a girl come and see an old friend."
"Yes she can. But you have no friends." Maura stated with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Ouch doc, that hurt just a little." She shifted in her seat. "Well then, how about a girl coming to ask an old flame out to dinner tonight?" Her heeled foot sliding under the desk, closer to the blonde's.
"You came all the way to Boston from Illinois to ask me out to dinner?" Scooting her chair forward she came in contact with the dark haired woman's foot. Mackenzie thought it a great opportunity to slide it lasciviously up and down Maura's left leg. "How'd you know I didn't have plans?"
"If I can remember correctly, I believe you and I were both friendless bitches." The foot that oh so slowly tiptoed up Maura's leg began to rise higher up to the beginning of her knee. "I can't see how spending the night alone with a mean old woman re-watching old documentaries about sea snails would be better than going out to a fancy restaurant with a beautiful, wealthy, fun, and caring woman. Who would also show them a good time in the bedroom if they got the chance. Plus we still have to negotiate an offer on one of your Beacon Hill homes." She winked.
"Did you just call me old!?" The scientist asked incredulously. "And I don't watch documentaries about sea snails. They were seahorses." The shorter woman said in matter of fact way.
"Whatever it was, I'm pretty sure it was boring. So come out with me, I'll even take you dancing. I know how much you love dancing."
"Ok, I'll come to dinner with you. But no dancing, you recall what transpired the last time." A slight blush colored both of the women's cheeks. At the mention of dancing both began to remember what occurred later on that night.
Mackenzie held a smaller, paler hand in her own as she lead the other woman to the dance floor. The place was crowded, it wasn't a regular spot for them. The music was loud and the air filled with food and sweat. Maura tangled her hands in dark hair while the taller, muscular woman grasped at her hips. Sounds of fast paced music filled the air and their ears as they started a slow seductive dance with each other. Their bodies only a few inches apart. Mackenzie sang along to Gossip's Heavy Cross that played in the background, then she pulled the scientist flush against her and breathed in her ear. The sultry tone of the business woman's singing voice caused goosebumps down the other's back. Maura threw her head back exposing her glistening neck to Mackenzie. When red lipstick stained lips came in contact with Maura's pulse point she shuddered. This soon led to heavy and heated kissing as tongues dueled for control, hands slid down each other's back towards round asses. Everything around them seemed to disappear as they wrapped themselves in one another more and more. They pulled back for air, breathing heavily into the other's mouth as their foreheads touched.
There was a second knock on the glass. Both women looked towards the door to see the same receptionist back to let her boss know there was a man here for his 12:30 appointment. "Okay send him back." And then she was gone.
When they came out of their reveries Mackenzie noticed how far her foot had travelled up Maura's leg. It was now resting itself at mid thigh. Neither tried to break the contact as hazel eyes peered into ocean blue. It was Maura who spoke first, "Um...yes," she cleared her throat. "I'll see you for dinner."
"So is that...is that still a no to dancing?" Mackenzie asked.
"Yes. I don't want you to get the wrong idea."
"What do you mean wrong idea?" The blue eyed woman asked.
"I don't want you to assume we'll engage in sexual intercourse."
"I don't assume that at all. I hope, but I don't assume."
Maura said nothing but sat there and averted her gaze towards the notepad next to her laptop.
"Do you remember the last time we made love, Maura?"
"We didn't "make love" Kenzie."
"The hell we didn't! You remember how we touched, the sparks. Before that asshole Ian turned you into some unemotional detached sex machine when he left you. And even after he left it still felt the same between you and I, even though you tried to deny it. You loved Ian so much but whenever he was gone you gave your love to me."
"Who else was I supposed to turn to when he was gone?! You were my closest friend and I needed to feel something other than loneliness. There was no sparks for me, yes I liked you but that was all." Cried Maura. Her face changing from upset to calm in a matter of seconds. "I don't want to dwell on the past, Mackenzie, so here's my number and address. You can pick me up." Reaching over and grabbing the notepad she hurriedly scribbled out her information.
When she was done she heard the man enter the room escorted by Carla. Mackenzie grabbed the paper from Maura and headed out the door without another word.
It was 6:17 in the evening, Maura started to search around the kitchen for her tea. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of salad, yogurt dressing, and cold grilled chicken pieces. Popping the cold chicken in the microwave she set it for thirty seconds and headed over the counter to neatly place the leafy greens on her plate. As she finished, she put the tea bag in the water and let it boil. When the microwave sounded that it was finished, she walked over and removed the bowl, scattering pieces of meat all over her salad. She unscrewed the top off the dressing and poured a healthy amount. Once she put everything back in the fridge, Maura went to the dining room table and began to eat.
Satisfied with the waters hot temperature, she poured some into a cup and added two spoons of sugar, stirred, and returned back to her chair. Over by the couch table she could hear her phone as it made a chiming noise signaling a new message.
Thinking it was either work or Mackenzie re-confirming their 8:00 dinner she let it be and finished eating. Making her way over to the couch and grabbed the remote turning the tv on. After so many minutes Maura realized nothing intriguing was on so she picked up her phone and scrolled to the unread messages and saw that it wasn't in fact Mackenzie or work but Jane saying she had a few minutes to herself.
Maura quickly replied 'Hi, I miss you here.'
Shortly after her message was sent she received another. 'I miss you too. I don't have a lot of time. Korsak is moving me to a safe house...so my plans of returning earlier wont happen. I'm sorry'
'Okay, just message me whenever you can. What happened this time?'
'Somehow my name was leaked to DiVicci when I was undercover.'
'Who is DiVicci?'
'An English mob boss. But how was your day?'
Maura was hoping this question didn't come up because she knew the agent would end up getting the dinner out of her one way or another. So she decided to be truthful.
'My day went well. I got invited to dinner tonight in about an hour and a half.'
'With who?'
'With whom?'
'Maura!'
'An old friend from college.' Maura cursed herself for not being able to lie to this woman. It was impossible for her to lie anyways but she couldn't for another reason other than not being able to. It just didn't seem right. Jane was someone she uncommonly felt the urge to be completely honest with even if she wasn't in her presence.
'What's the event?'
'Just a simple dinner. We haven't seen each other in a very long time.'
'Is she a past lover, Maura?' The agent asked out of the clear blue taking Maura by surprise.
'Yes.' Replied Maura immediately.
'I know we aren't exclusive but don't give away what's mine.' A second message came through right after. 'Please.'
'What's your's that I can't give away?' The blonde questioned, trying to change the conversation from seriousness to something else.
'Yourself.' Jane didn't want to seem too possessive when she didn't know how the other woman felt. Hell they weren't even in a relationship and it was clear they weren't getting there anytime soon, so why should she tell her that she couldn't give herself away to a potential lover when she wasn't always around. But Jane felt as though Maura's detached nature surely wouldn't rekindle the flame she had with this "old friend" so she wasn't too worried. The raven haired woman wasn't completely honest with herself either, yeah she knew she desired her, that was obvious. But what she couldn't understand was why had she told Maura to be patient with her. Why she told her to save herself for her. Jane didn't know when she'd come back or if she'd come back, her job was risky. What if Maura promised to wait but Jane never returned? She'd ruin her chance at a family, at being a wife. She didn't want to be selfish but Maura opened up knew feelings for her.
'Am I your's? We never discussed this topic.'Maura inquired. She wanted to know if Jane wanted to be with her. Talking about these such things were never brought up face to face, there was always too many emotions floating around in situations like these. This way no one would have to face the other.
'You are as far as I'm concerned. I don't want someone else to get to have what I have with you. I don't wanna sound selfish but I don't share my toys.'
'What does your toys have to do with our discussion?'
'Figure of speech, Maur.'
'Of course. What do we have together, Jane?' Questioned the scientist.
'I don't know what to call it but its special, a bond that's stronger than any of my other past lovers. What I feel for you is new for me. The whole butterflies in the stomach thing when I know I get to come see you. But I gotta go so I'll talk to you when I can. Have fun on your date.' Jane quickly shoved her phone in her pocket and ran to the gravelly voice calling her name without opening the last message from Maura.
'It's not a date.'