Chapter 4

The women were both ceaselessly busy the next week, and had barely had the time to breathe. Saturday night, when they were finally both free from work, Jane had invited Maura over to her apartment to enjoy some take-out and wine and watch a movie (a real movie, Jane had emphasized). The women didn't usually hang out together two weekends in a row, but Jane had offered and Maura wasn't one to turn down an invitation.

After the movie, Jane had walked to her bedroom, practically dragging Maura, insisting that she was not letting her sleep alone. She didn't want her to have nightmares, and if Jane was completely honest with herself, she felt more comfortable with the M.E. lying next to her. Maura had long since fallen asleep but Jane had a hard time falling asleep, still feeling as if she should be awake to protect Maura. Even though the detective knew that there was no actual danger towards Maura, she still felt somewhat on edge.

Jane sat up slightly and watched the M.E. carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort. Maura was sound asleep. She inhaled and rolled over onto her side, facing Jane. The detective studied her soft features and smirked. She had to admit, the woman was pretty adorable when she was sleeping, especially since she wasn't spouting Googlespeak. After a moment of hesitation, Jane allowed her hand to rest softly on the curve of the M.E.'s waist.

Maura groaned and scooted closer to Jane and the detective felt herself freeze up. At first she thought that Maura was waking up, but she quickly realized that she was dreaming instead. Crap, another nightmare. Jane was about to wake Maura when the M.E. stretched and arched her back ever so slightly as a small moan escaped her lips. Jane immediately blushed. The detective bit her lip and swallowed hard as Maura sighed softly. Oh God…Is she…Woah, I've definitely never seen Maura make that face…Wait, why am I not waking her up? Any normal friend would wake her up!

Jane was getting fidgety because Maura's breathy sighs were creating a growing tension between her legs. Although she was terrified to admit it out loud, she had known for quite some time that she was attracted to the M.E., but she thought she usually did a pretty good job of hiding it. This however, was an entirely different situation. Jane watched intently as Maura arched her back again.

"Mmm, yes."

The detective couldn't help the warm rush that shot through her body when she heard Maura moan. She knew she had to leave, quickly, or she would have a big problem. Jane grabbed her gun off of the nightstand, got out of bed and hurried to the living room, hoping she could find something on television that could get her mind off of Maura.

Several hours had passed and Jane had finally fallen asleep on the couch. Maura stirred awake and looked around, seeing that the detective was no longer in bed with her. The M.E. felt a pang of worry, then she realized that she had been having quite an erotic dream. A blush crept across her cheeks. She hoped to God that she hadn't done anything to give it away. Maura got up and tiptoed to the living room. She smiled slightly as she saw Jane sprawled out on the couch. She certainly didn't look very comfortable. Most of her limbs were hanging off of the couch and her neck was twisted slightly, with her head propped against the armrest.

The M.E. glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 3:30am. It was still far too early to leave Jane crumpled up on the couch. She knew if she left her there, the detective would be very sore and very cranky when she woke up.

Maura sat down on the edge of the couch near Jane's feet and shook her leg softly making the detective shoot up quickly, reaching for her gun.

"Relax Jane, it's just me," Maura said, smiling.

Jane blushed as she remembered Maura's dreaming, and she quickly sat up and rubbed her face with her hands, keeping her flushed skin hidden from the M.E.

"I'm sorry Jane, but you looked awfully uncomfortable on this couch. I had to wake you, or you would have been sore for the rest of the day."

"It's fine Maura, thanks."

The detective rolled her shoulders and moved her head from side to side, trying to get the kink out of her neck.

"Would you like me to help you with that?" Maura asked, pointing to Jane's neck. "I know how to apply pressure in just the right way to release a great deal of tension."

Jane felt her heart rate quicken at Maura's words, still recalling the breathy sighs from a few hours ago. Jane could feel her palms getting sweaty as she thought of the kind of tension she wished Maura would release. Getting a massage from the M.E. would do nothing to ease the kind of tension Jane was feeling. Still, she knew if she tried to say no, Maura would insist anyway.

"Sure, yeah. That'd be great."

The detective sat up straighter and turned her back to Maura. The M.E. smoothed Jane's tangled heap of hair and twirled it slightly, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail, and sweeping it to the side. She pressed her fingertips against the tense muscles of Jane's neck, and began to work them with just the right amount of pressure.

Maura's confident touch on her bare neck was enough to bring back the sensation between the detective's legs. Jane swallowed hard and exhaled deeply, loosening up in the M.E.'s capable hands. Being this close in proximity to Maura was very dangerous. If Maura's hands felt this good on her neck, Jane could only imagine what it would be like to feel them in other places. She allowed her mind to wander back to earlier, still remembering the tantalizing sound of Maura's moans. Just the memory was enough to make Jane almost moan herself.

Maura's voice shook Jane back to the present, and she realized that the M.E. had been talking to her the whole time.

"Ah, Jane?"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, why did you come to the couch? Was I…disturbing you?"

Jane smirked. She had definitely not been disturbed. It had almost been a full minute of silence before Jane realized that she still hadn't answered. She turned to face Maura and saw that the M.E. was looking nervously at her hands.

"What? Oh, uh no…no, I was…well…that was some dream, Maur. Definitely not a nightmare. Whoever it was must have been a regular Casanova."

The M.E. bit her lip nervously and sighed.

"I was dreaming about you, Jane."