Maura took off her clothes and sorted them out. After her nightly routine in the bathroom, she pulled out a clean towel, folded it twice and laid it out on the bed.
She opened her night stand drawer and contemplated her options. She picked a small blue vibrator, and a ridged glass dildo. She placed them next to her pillow, and laid down with her hips on top of the towel. She clicked the lights off.
She briefly listened to the silence, but she doubted Jane would visit her tonight. The doctor suspected she'd be busy relieving her tea-induced urges in the guest bedroom, just as she was about to do herself.
Maura relaxed and slowly slid her legs apart over the cool sheets. She ran her hands over her tummy, and up over her breasts. With the tip of her fingers, she grazed her nipples and felt them rise up, slowly. She rubbed the tips gently with her finger pads, biting her lower lip at the tight sensation. The doctor loved her nipples touched and licked and suckled. It was by far her most responsive erogenous zone. The pleasurable tingle in her nipples shot right down to her core, and her hips slowly lifted up and down in empathy. She hummed softly in the dark.
While pleasuring her nipples, Maura felt the wetness gather with renewed abundance between her legs. She had been wet most of the evening, sitting on the couch with Jane and struggling not to squirm about. Now she could give in, relish in it, moving her hips to feel it spread and overflow. She reached up by her side and felt around for the glass dildo, cool and slick under her touch. With one hand, the doctor placed the tip of the phallus against her opening, and slowly, slowly pushed it in. The thick head parted her labia, and easily penetrated her. It slid inside, inch by inch, and Maura raised her knees up and apart to push it as deep as she could. Finally, it was fully inside of her, and she gasped open-mouthed at the pleasure.
It felt like a tugging in her belly, in her heart, and a tightening in her throat. Slowly, she pulled the rod halfway out, and pushed it back in, taking pleasure in the glass gliding smoothly in and out of her entrance, so wet from her juices that there was barely any friction. As it went in, she felt each ridge along the shaft stretching her, one bump at a time, until it was fully inside again. The glass toy filled her perfectly, completely, slow and deep, and her hips were rising up and down in unison with her hand.
The doctor renewed her attentions to her nipple with one hand, while the other went to work with the dildo. With her eyes closed, she imagined Jane crawling over her, fucking her with the dildo harnessed around her hips. The brunette lowered herself over her and Maura lifted her breast up to her waiting mouth. At first, Jane just rubbed her lips over her nipple, barely touching, teasing it into a hard pebble. Satisfied by its response, she then darted her tongue out and rolled it over the tip, wetting it and breathing on it at the same time. Maura moaned softly and mimicked the touch with her fingers.
In her head, Maura watched Jane run her tongue over her whole breast, licking it, wetting it, loving it. Her whole breast was wet and shiny, her nipple stood erect, the areola tight with little bumps like raspberries. Jane looked up into Maura's eyes and took her nipple into her warm mouth. She sucked it in and Maura arched up into her, gasping. The doctor's hand reached for the back of Jane's head and fisted the dark waves of her hair.
Maura pressed her legs together to keep the dildo from slipping out and patted the mattress next to her. She grabbed the vibrator and twisted it on. A soft hum broke the silence. One hand went back to her nipple, and the other pressed the vibrator to her clit. Maura bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. She was so close already. Again, she summoned the image of Jane on top of her, suckling on her breast, thrusting her cock in and out of her, ramming it into her with furious abandon.
"Oh Jane Jane Jane Jane..." Maura whispered, and she came. Her hips shot up and stilled.
The only sound in the room was the gentle hum of the vibrator, muffled against her clit.
Maura let wave after waves of pleasure shoot through her, jerking slightly with each one. She felt the glass dildo slip out and come to rest on the towel under her. She still didn't move.
Maura waited until the vibrator had drawn the last pulse from her clit and finally drew a breath. She twisted the pocket rocket off, and felt around for the dildo. Panting, she plunged it deep inside her opening, aiming high into her Gspot. Her legs wide apart, she pumped back and forth as fast as she could and couldn't repress a moan when a long, warm flow of liquid poured out of her. It splashed against her hand and ran down her crack like a waterfall. She kept thrusting, unable to stop, caught in a powerful orgasm that wouldn't stop until she did. She continued to gush into the towel, and knew it would seep through into the mattress tonight. But she couldn't stop. "Jane, Jane, Jane..." she kept crying out in her head, mouthing the name silently. "Oh god, Jane..."
She finally stopped when her arm gave up. She lay still, catching her breath, drenched in her own juices and sweat, limp and spent.
When her heart rate had returned to normal, she turned on the small night light next to her bed and slowly gathered the toys inside the towel. She noted the wet spot on the sheet when she picked it all up.
Maura draped the towel over the hamper to dry, and washed her toys with the special soap she kept for that purpose. She used a wash cloth on herself, and went back to bed.
"Good morning Jane!"
Maura walked into the kitchen in her robe.
Jane was at the counter with her back to her, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Mornin'," Jane mumbled back through a wild curtain of hair.
She startled when she felt Maura's hand sliding across her lower back as she walked behind her. The touch ignited fresh desires that Jane thought had been extinguished after last night's release. She pictured grabbing Maura's hand and sucking her fingers into her mouth. She closed her eyes briefly, internally wondering where the hell it came from. It made no sense at all, yet thinking about it made her want to squirm.
Maura reached for an empty mug in the cupboard above.
She held it up.
"May I?"
Their eyes met. Maura's mussed up hair, her half-mast eyes and sleep-swollen lips instantly reminded Jane of her masturbatory fantasy from the night before. She wondered, no, she was sure Maura had seen to herself as well, probably about the same time as Jane.
The thought made her face flush warm and she blinked slowly.
They were now sharing the morning after.
"Hello?" Maura interrupted her private thoughts.
"Huh?" is all Jane managed to say.
"Coffee please?" Maura lifted her empty mug at the coffee pot in Jane's hand.
"Oh, sorry."
They both watched Jane pour the steamy hot coffee in the cup.
After taking a careful sip, Maura smiled and walked over to her stool at the kitchen island.
"You're up early," the doctor commented. "Did you sleep well?"
Again, Jane couldn't help but think about her bedtime activities. She also couldn't remember at all falling asleep afterwards.
"I totally knocked out and only woke up twenty minutes ago," she admitted with a hint of surprise. She would usually wake up a couple of times with remnants of nightmares, Hoyt or others, and would have to wait for it to subside to be able to fall back asleep, if she managed to at all. Last night had been free of any nightmares.
She lowered her gaze and peered down into her coffee at the realization.
There was a pause and Jane knew that Maura was just as surprised. Probably pleased for Jane, too. The detective felt a bittersweet knot in her stomach at Maura's sympathy, a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. She took a sip of coffee to cover the silence, and winced when it burnt her tongue. She felt Maura's gaze on her and reluctantly met her eyes.
Again, Maura's bedroom eyes unsettled her.
"Hey, it's a good thing, right?" The doctor reached for her hand and touched it briefly. It only lingered for a second, but Jane's stomach tightened into a knot. Her breath hitched on an intake.
Maura noticed Jane's discomfort. She knew her friend was still routinely plagued with nightmares, and had been witness to them on many occasions. After waking up, Jane would lie in the dark, eyes open, until dawn would break. In the last year, when they had been sleeping in the same bed, Maura had started placing her hand on her arm after Jane had been jolted out of her sleep, and noticed the contact would help Jane relax. It had taken less and less time for the detective to fall back asleep. Over time, right after turning off the lights, Maura had placed her hand on Jane's arm or shoulder, and the dark haired woman would sleep right through the night.
They had never talked about it.
Jane nodded. "Yeah, it's good."
"I wonder if it could be the tea?" Maura wondered, her brows knitted in a serious frown.
Jane coughed up her burning coffee and spilled some on her tank top. She hissed at the burn and put her mug down. She stood up.
Maura absentmindedly wiped at the coffee stain with a napkin on the front of Jane's shirt, right at the edge of her cleavage. Jane stared down in disbelief and swatted the doctor's hand away.
"Maura! Seriously?"
"Oh... Sorry... At least it's black, there's a high probability that the stain won't be visible."
"Thank you for the diagnostic, Doctor Isles. I'm gonna take a shower. My weather app says it's going to be hot again today."
"You're welcome to spend the night again, as long as you want."
Jane swallowed. She quickly considered what she knew about the tea, that the effects of a full cup lasted for two days, and she only had about three sips. She was still feeling aroused now, after a full night sleep. Hopefully, in a few hours, the aphrodisiac would have run its course. But if it didn't, she wanted to go home tonight and take care of that lingering ache between her legs, in the comfort of her own bed.
"We'll see, I guess," Jane thought out loud. Hearing her own dejected tone, she quickly added: "Thank you though!"
Maura shrugged and headed back to her bedroom to take her shower. Remembering how she had inadvertently almost touched Jane's breasts, she knew she'd need a little extra time in the shower...
To be continued...