Sorry for the delay, getting a new job kind of put a spanner in the works! I've been fighting with this chapter for a while. I wanted certain things to happen and I'm not sure I've done it justice so feedback is gratefully received, along with any directions you want this to go.
"Jane, you're rambling,"
"Um, you could help me with my hair, I think I can pretty much do the rest."
Maura had already crossed the room placing a reassuring hand on her arm. "You don't have to be embarrassed, I'm sure you would do it for me if I were somehow incapacitated."
The taller woman grumbled under her breath, "In a heartbeat, and that's the problem."
With a knowing smile the blonde merely walked past her into the bathroom, Jane just groaned glaring at her ceiling as if some cosmic deity could possibly drag her out of the hole she had dug.
Before long the tub was ready, steam filled the small room while Maura tested the water's temperature. Jane had walked in in silence, wrapped in a generous robe. Her eyes glued to the floor as she allowed the blonde to remove it before stepping into the hot water. She sighed in contentment as she laid back.
Eternally grateful that Jane could not see her face, Maura took in the sight of her. Even from behind she was certainly something that had to be seen to be believed. Tensed and tired shoulders leading to the lean muscles she had accurately predicted. Eyes raking lower cursed at the bubbled water bringing her back to the task at hand. Quietly gaining her breath she waited while the detective slowly submerged into the soapy water.
In silence Maura rolled up her sleeves before pouring shampoo into her hand. The tiniest of flinches from Jane were noted as she touched the dark crown in front of her. As she worked it into the hair there she saw the body before her try to relax.
Jane stared at the tiles on the opposite wall trying to distract herself from the predicament she was in. Fingers massaging her scalp were beginning to have an undesired effect. Unwittingly she bent her head forward inviting the touch to the rest of her head, it was as she felt them brush across the soft skin at the base of her skull a sigh of contentment escaped.
Social subtleties may have stumped her, but biological reactions to stimuli happened to be something she was well versed in. A small smile ghosted her lips as she touched the same spot causing the tense frame to relax. Painfully slowly the doctor moved her thumbs downward circling known pressure points in the neck. Jane had not protested, lost in the simplest of pleasures. Her face a window of contentment, that was until the rest of the good doctor's hands had joined the effort. Her body was flushing with warmth, internally she argued from the water, but both of them knew better.
And yet she didn't resist, it seemed futile. Practiced hands worked her muscles to jello, her cast arm slumped over the edge of the tub while the other had nested atop her thighs. Her mind hosting a losing battle, she should have stopped Maura, but now she might actually die if she did. Maura had noticed the detectives ears beginning to almost glow red when she dropped her head to her chest. She slowed her hand, never stopping.
"Jane? Are you alright?"
She squeaked out an affirmative rolling her shoulders in the hands there. She bit her lip as the flush in her face began to descend, this couldn't be happening. It was bad enough that she was naked while sharing a small space with someone else, even if that someone happened to be driving her crazy. But now she was definitely showing all the classic signs of arousal, and worse she knew Maura could tell.
One could argue it was childish but Maura didn't care, she could see the effect she was having, and she was enjoying every tortuous moment. It had almost become a challenge, how much could she touch before Jane stopped her. But what if she didn't? Taking in the bodies cues she could see it was welcomed, and judging by the way Jane was shifting, wanted.
It didn't matter that she was sat in water Jane felt it, the warm wetness between her thighs. Blood quietly pulsing away in a most pleasurable thrum, she would curse but she was slowly being overcome. She had no idea how something so simple could make her feel like this, fighting every urge to shift just a little more.
"Jane, you're tensing up. You're going to undo all my hard work."
Leaning closer her hands gripped the taut waist as she whispered in the detective's ear, "Just let it go,"
She would never admit it, but it was the warm air prickling her neck that did it, biting her lip harder to suppress a whimper she crossed her thighs tighter. Clinging onto the immense yet fleeting sensation as her body finally betrayed her. When she was finally able to open her eyes she saw the doctor quietly leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind.
As she shut the door she was covering her mouth with her hand, impossible to miss the smile behind it. She hadn't quite expected that to happen, but her impromptu experiment had yielded interesting results. And not just Jane's reaction, she hadn't foreseen the effects upon her own body. It wasn't the heat of the bathroom that had flushed her face and chest. As she sat on the bed she couldn't deny a familiar buzzing, laying back her mind drifted back to the thoughts of the woman in the other room, the naked one.
Running a thumb under the band of the pyjama pants she was wearing she could feel the extent of her 'results' on her own skin. She was imagining what it would have been like to see Jane come undone face to face. The flushed skin, the swell of breast, and that whimper. That alone was enough to cause a fresh flooding feeling. Her hand slipped under the garment relishing in the slow touch, she gasped at the first feel of her own wetness. This was something she had yet to experience, nothing had ever had this effect on her, even if others had tried.
She was trying to pretend the hand was not her own, as a slim digit slid over that sweet spot. It wasn't going to take much, even if the process was more enjoyable than the end result. She couldn't still her own hand, the fierceness of her want over powering. Arching her back her mind fed her one last image of Jane being the one between her legs. It was too much, rolling onto her side she quelled her cry into a pillow as she rocked against her hand grabbing onto every last ounce of pleasure.
When Jane emerged from the bathroom she had changed into shorts and an old tee. Towelling her hair she walked into the bedroom to find Maura already under the sheets, softly snoring with a look of contentment on her face.
When Jane emerged from the bathroom she had changed into shorts and an old tee. Towelling her hair she walked into the bedroom to find Maura already under the sheets, softly snoring with a look of contentment on her face. Climbing into the bed she wrapped the sheets around herself before laying back to stare at the ceiling. The sun had long gone down letting moon light in to bathe the room. How had they got here? And just what was going to happen now?
She knew 'that' conversation was coming, there was nothing to be done to avoid it. But some clarity could be just what the doctor ordered, so to speak. She was disturbed from her thoughts when a small arm draped itself over her abdomen.
"What are you doing Maur?"
"I'm hugging you dummy"
The smile was automatic as she wrapped the doctor up in her side. Her existential crisis would have to wait.