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Prompt: Maura gets disappointed.
I'm not sure what this prompt was meant to entail, so I took some liberty with it. Feedback appreciated, but not necessary.
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Maura falls back against the bed, completely bare skin illuminated by the moonlight shining through the partially open blinds. The taste of cheap beer fills her mouth as chapped but still-soft lips brush against hers, tongue stealing inside her open mouth. It's so Jane, that it only serves to turn her on even more—arousal instantly pooling between her legs; clit throbbing and chest falling heavily with each breath.
Her legs drop open, the feel of Jane's phallus lightly pressing against her entrance. The head swirls around her clit—covering it in her wetness—before running down her entire slit and slowly pushing inside. She softly grunts as it gets buried to the hilt inside her, unaccustomed to something so large filling her up.
She hooks her heels around Jane's muscular back to open herself more fully, and groans as calloused fingertips rub and roughly pull her nipples even further erect. It's not unwelcome. She's always relished the slight stinging pain as it jolts straight through her to settle between her legs.
Her body starts to rock and undulate with each drive inside her, the sounds of her wetness and their skin smacking together filling the room. She gasps as long, powerful fingers slither down between their bodies and start to stroke her clit in quick circles—only stopping to lightly pinch and flick every so often.
Her hips start to rock and thrust up to get more friction, to get closer to that ever-rewarding precipice. Heavy breaths roll against neck as Jane pushes into her harder, faster as she tries to bring them over the edge together. Those fingers flick her clit once, twice more and the soft, raspy groan against her against her skin finishes her.
She bites her lip, silently coming as her back arches off the bed. Her body goes rigid as the initial, powerful wave crashes over her and runs through her entire being before she finally falls back down. She trembles and holds her breath as she driven into over and over, harder and faster, until a dead weight collapses down against her.
It feels nice to be so close; to feel warm, slick skin so heavily pushing down against her own.
But it's still just not right.
She opens her eyes, disappointed but not shocked to see Ian's face looking down at her. "You okay, love?"
Was she?
Was picturing her best friend as she had intercourse with her former boyfriend really okay?
But physically… "Yes. I'm fine."
She winces as he finally pulls out of her, leaving feather soft kisses against her lips. "I'm in town for a bit. Can I see you tomorrow?"
Tomorrow could be the day. It could be the day she came clean; the day she told Jane everything. Maybe it would get her a date. Maybe even open up the doors to where she's staying in Jane's bed instead of her own—as lovers instead of best friends.
But she doesn't want to risk the most meaningful relationship she's ever had, she doesn't want to rush it. Jane is getting there. She can see it in her eyes. But until Jane can come to terms with her feelings, imagination was as close as Maura is going to get.
She fakes a smile, pulling a sheet around her body and rolling onto her side to watch as he starts to redress. "Yes, tomorrow sounds lovely."
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Maura's not the only one disappointed. Ugh. ):