**Hey kids! It's been awhile….I hope this update finds you all well and I hope everyone enjoyed their holidays ; ) As always, I appreciate and LOVE the reviews so help a sista out will ya? Be well y'all….** P.S. These lovely ladies as much as I wish could be mine, aren't, so don't go suing me or anything….I'm just borrowing their characters for fun!
The holidays came and went….Jane behaved herself and the women's relationship continued to strengthen and grow beyond boundaries either of the two could imagine possible.
They kept their special bond between them private for the most part, but wouldn't avoid the question if asked, especially if by co-workers. It wasn't anyone's business really what went on behind closed doors, but the women understand human behavior and know curiosity often gets the better of people.
Jane lay bundled under the covers, a hooded sweatshirt hugs her curly mane like a guardian angel and Maura glances over a heap of autopsy reports at the flat screen TV as the following message taunts its audience with a nagging, yet threatening message….
The National Weather forecast for the greater Northeast coast, is predicting a severe winter storm watch from Virginia through to Maine….Boston is expecting the worst with sub-zero conditions, hurricane force winds, and precipitation accumulations expected over 24 inches in most areas…..
"GAH! Blah…blah…blah….blow me….." Jane grumbles at the screen with a growl of nasal irritation and chest congestion, as she throws a wadded up tissue weighted down with flu filled mucous at the meteorologist.
"Jane! Don't toss your haemophilus influenza infested tissues at the television….place them in the receptacle where they belong…for goodness sake…you are spreading potentially infectious particulates at a rate of approximately 40,000 per inch…" Maura rolls her eyes as she gets out of bed and walks over to pick up the germ magnet with a can of Lysol in her hand. "DON'T touch that Maura…..I'll get it….and keep that can of cootie buster away from the LCD screen! That sh…um….garbage …will ruin the picture and make everyone on it look like we've had two dozen cocktails each…." Jane quickly captures the word 'shit' like a fleeing perp, as it nearly escapes her lips. The detective knows the blunder made its way to the doctor's ears because she watched as Maura stopped dead in her tracks even though she hadn't turned around exposing her facial expression; Jane didn't need to see it….she could feel it. Quickly changing the subject in hopes Maura would have pity on her flu'ish fever'y induced state, Jane sighs… "Imma go put the snow chains on our tires before Mother Nature wreaks havoc on us all…" The detective pushes the hood to her sweat shirt down and runs a hand through her matted curls. She reaches for a fleece cap in Maura's closet and smooshes it on top of her head nearly covering her eyes. Jane winces as she pulls an achy arm through the sleeve of her Northern Face down jacket, and heads towards Maura's garage door. "Jane….you're too sick to be putting chains on tires….I'll do it…." Jane lets a sarcastic giggle breach… "I'm sorry…you're gonna do wha?" Maura narrows her eyes and glares at the mismatched, runny nosed detective. "You know Jane….a car and its mechanisms really are no different than that of a human body…I've worked my way under a hood or two and this isn't my first snow storm…" Jane smiles although her throat is throbbing and raw… "Yeeeeeah….I know. I remember Ma's situation…when she traded in her Lumina to that scheister used car salesman….and that pencil skirt….you bent over the hood…." Maura softens her stare, looks at the floor and laughs…. "You were so funny Jane….watching you squirm on the sidewalk in the summer heat with your mother next to you…I was fully aware of what I was…..of what I was doing to you…." Jane wasn't sure because her ears were clogged, but she thought she detected a hint of naughtiness in Maura's inflection just then. She gulped as her eyes met the doctor's. "Look Maura…let's put the chains on together yeah? We'll get it done quicker and then we can head back inside and maybe…you know…" "Oh Jane….no….no no no…we can't…I mean…you're…." Maura sighs…."You've got the flu…and if I catch it….well, then who is going to clear cases? The weather as is will delay…" Maura stops. Jane looks sad….her feelings have been hurt. The doctor is much better now at recognizing human emotion as it happens and reacting to it, as opposed to steam rolling over it as she has done so numerous times in the past. She wags a finger in Jane's direction and cocks her head….. "I just heard what that sounded like and…oh look! ….tire…chains….um…" She hands a pair to Jane who snatches them as she mumbles and walks away towards the doctor's Mercedes. It takes the women all of 30 minutes to attach the chains. Before going inside, Jane noticed just how still and frigid the night air was. "It's eerie…ya know? Now I understand where they get that saying from…calm before the storm…." "Actually Jane….that saying as you so put it….came from an old maritime…." The doctor is interrupted by the detective. "MUST you be so literal? Sheeeesh…." Jane rubs her winter chapped hands together and heads inside Maura's massive, yet very cozy and very warm house on the hill. The doctor is right behind Jane who suddenly stops just inside the kitchen door way, causing the smaller woman to bump right into the detective's slender back. "OH! Goodness….Jane….what…oh..my…" Both women stare at the sight before them and with jaws agape watch Bass as he slowly crunches a kale leaf. Jane strains her voice as she yells…."JOE! You little rat… YOU! Where are you!" Maura kneels beside the African spurred tortoise picking the pile of greens, tomatoes, cucumbers and chunks of feta cheese from the prehistoric shell. "Jesus Maura….I'm sorry….poor Bass….he looks like….well…he looks like a Cheeseburger!" Jane begins to laugh and then quickly stops when Maura looks at her wide eyed almost as if in horror. "Jane it's not funny! Bass….he….he has no means to defend himself and Joe…she is getting a bit much with her mischievous habits…." "Maura…Joe is all of 5 pounds…she didn't mean anything by it…she just wanted the cheese in the salad is all…besides…who left it out on the counter anyways?" Maura's mouth opens "Oh….so now this is my fault? Jane this is my house and…." The doctor stops. She realizes she has said too much and can see she has injured the detective once again. "Yeah…I know it's your house….your rules….I think I'm uh…. gonna go back to my apartment before the storm starts…" "Jane….don't be silly….I'm…I'm sorry….don't go, you're too sick…let me take care of you…" The doctor grabbed Jane's wrist as she tried to brush past in a huff. "I didn't mean that Jane….what's mine is yours….honest…let me…let me make it up to you….please?" Jane tilts her head back and lets out a puff of air. She really didn't want to leave, and knows that her edgy temperament is largely due in part to her not feeling well. "Fine…." Maura smiles and rubs Jane's lower back. "Go upstairs, draw yourself a hot bath and get in the tub….I'll be up in just a moment…." Jane does what she is told. She strips the layers of clothing from her flu ridden body and leaves them in a heap next to the Roman style tub. She climbs in letting the warm water rehabilitate her throbbing body. She closes her eyes, almost dead asleep until she hears the sexy purr of Maura's voice enter the steamy bathroom. Jane peels one eye open and then the other. Maura is very naked. Even sick, Jane's equipment is still functioning and she can feel every inch of herself begin to tingle. Maura stops just short of the tub and slowly begins to run her hands through her reddish blond locks. She doesn't say one word…. Jane looks on with lustful eyes and it clicks what Maura is doing. She likes it….a lot. The petite doctor stares the detective down so hard, it rocks Jane's soul. Maura lets a long drawn out sigh escape from the depths of her bellows as she slowly caresses each of her own breasts. Jane gulps and her ears pop. As the doctor's hands loosely cup the supple, pale skin, Jane can see Maura's erect nipples poke through her fingers. Jane loses it and makes an animalistic move towards Maura. Suddenly, the detective is shoved back down by both shoulders into the tub. "NO!...no Jane…..I said I'd make things up to you right?" In a total sex-zombie like state, Jane slowly nods her head "yes" and sits back down. "I've got….just the thing for….such a poor….sick baby…." The doctor methodically licks her lips as she continues to stare the detective down. 'Oh my God….Jane control yourself' The detective can't think. All she wants to do is pounce on the delicious sight before her….and devour it. Instead, she does as Maura asks and tries to maintain some sort of composure. Slowly, Maura drops her right hand and lightly traces her curvy, sexy outline down to her groin. She throws her head back, closes her eyes and allows her mouth to fall open. Jane is completely incapacitated as she helplessly watches the doctor rub the outside of her pussy. Maura begins to moan the detectives name and it's almost too much for Jane to bear. "You do what I do….." The doctor in one breathy gasp instructs Jane to follow her lead. Still with her eyes glued on Maura, Jane reaches down into the water and finds her own sex ready to explode and knows she needs to pace herself. Maura's fingers disappear between her legs as she lets out a cry. Jane sucks back the drool that almost escaped her lips. 'Lord….that would have been embarrassing'. "Relax Jane….enjoy this just as much as I am…." The detective lets herself go. A husky groan creeps up her throat and pierces the humid air. "Maura…..I…..oh…..fu…" She stops….just as she is about to let the mother of all cuss words roll off her very heated tongue…she stops. Wide eyed, Maura looks at Jane and laughs. The doctor drops to her knees, riding her own hand. Jane can't handle it. She plunges two fingers deep inside of her and rocks back and forth. She looks on almost distressed as Maura pounds her way into a heated and very dramatic climax. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK me!" Jane licks the beads of sweat that drip along side of her mouth. She bucked so hard, she nearly splashed herself right out of the tub like a fish out of water. The two women pant out of control as Jane between gasps scolds the doctor. "Maura Isles! That is at least one day for you with no sex!" "It was worth it Jane….I think we can call a truce on the profanity contest. I may regret saying this one day, but I'm starting to understand why you use vulgarity. It can be at times…dare I say…liberating?" Jane is shocked. "Halleluiah!" The women share a brief chuckle as the doctor slowly brings herself to a standing position and grabs Jane a towel. "That was the best no contact sex I've ever had Maura". "I told you I'd make it up to you." "Um yeah….that you did." "Let's get you back into bed now that you've had an adequate dose of immunoglobin A introduced into your system". Jane shakes her head as her cheeks glow a bright pink. Her wet hair clings to her shoulders as she crawls under the covers of Maura's huge, downy bed. The doctor brings her detective a steaming cup of green tea and slides in next to Jane. She kisses the detectives cheek and rests her head on her shoulder. "I love you Jane". Jane kisses the top of Maura's head. "I love you too Maura….you ready for this storm? I can throw a mean snowball ya know". "And I can make an incredible snow angel". The women giggle as they turn the TV back on to see the latest weather update. "Feeling better Jane?" "Much…..that was the best cure ever for the flu….you really should market that…." Jane winks at the doctor as she laughs and Maura just glares at her detective. "I wonder what Crowe and Big Mo' are gonna do tomorrow with all this snow…" "Should we be worried Jane?" "Nah…." Just shy of 11pm, the snow started to fall and Jane's phone began to ring….the women looked at each other as the doctor's phone followed suit….a concerned sigh escaped them both as they answered… TBC…..