Jane is standing anxiously at the back door, wrapping and re-wrapping a dark curl around her finger and wondering why the hell she had agreed to this. The answer is, of course, that she can't say no to her girlfriend, but that does not stop her from repeating the question to herself over and over again as she impatiently waits. Every few seconds she has to whip her head around to eye the guest house, to check that it remains dark and quiet. She keeps expecting her mother to just pop out behind her. She will never underestimate her mother's ability to appear at the most inopportune moments, like the night, for example, when her teenage self discovered a most satisfying use for the handle of her hairbrush. Jane's head falls back as she groans, quietly. It would be just her luck to be caught tonight, in this get-up. She lifts her head and looks down at herself. She is pretty confident that she could produce a reasonable excuse as to why she is wearing her father's old coveralls. However, there would be no explaining away the tent erected between her legs.
She shakes her legs, trying to rid them of their twitching urge to pace. If only she could work off some of her nervous energy by patrolling the courtyard. Too noisy though. She switches legs to shake the left one again and is briefly amused by the way the dildo jiggles under it's tent. But the moment quickly passes and she jabs at the ornate doorbell ringer again.
"Where the hell is she?" She mouths silently and presses her face up to the glass of the door, looking for any sign of her girlfriend. Admittedly, she had let herself out into the courtyard several minutes too early, but surely ten minutes has passed since Maura had sent her off to get ready. She wonders if Maura is going to be wearing some sort of a costume too. She smirks, hoping that there's lingerie involved.
Her face is still pressed up to the glass when she registers the sound of a car approaching. Jane spins around and looks for her ma's car. It is, of course, still parked just outside the courtyard where it had been when she came out. "Who the hell is visiting Ma at this time of night?" Jane idly wonders for a moment, until headlights sweep across the courtyard and land on her. She is caught like a deer in the bright, flooding light.
"Fuck!" She swears under her breath and drops down low, under the path of the headlights. Her heart is hammering against her rib cage as she half crouches, half cowers, on the pavers. She reaches an arm up to the door handle and viciously yanks on it, even though she knows there's no use in doing so because it is locked. She quickly switches tactics and starts viciously ringing the doorbell instead, praying for Maura to come let her in. Jane has only rung the bell a few times before the headlights and car engine shut off and two car doors open.
"Fuuuck!" Jane looks around, frenzied and searching for an escape, but quickly realizes that she is trapped in the courtyard. The car doors close in quick succession as Jane spots a large potted plant in the corner closest to Maura's door. She decides that it will have to do and waddles over to it as fast as she can, dildo bobbing rapidly between her thighs. She crawls in behind the plant and scrunches herself into a tight ball. Jane holds herself still, listening to her heartbeat pounding in her ears, and peering out between the leaves of her hiding spot.
Seconds later, voices drown out the sound of her heartbeat. Jane recognizes the voices instantly and it dawns on her that right now, if she is caught, there is a very good chance that she will die from humiliation. Maura would surely have something to say regarding the improbability of death being the direct result of humiliation, but Jane is certain. She would die.
Angela and Lieutenant Cavanaugh stroll into the dimly-lit courtyard and pause in front of the guest house. Jane looks positively scandalized as she watches them exchange a few words and then kiss, before the Lieutenant leaves and Angela disappears into the guest house.
It all seems a little too perfectly timed, but thankfully not a second after Angela shuts her door, the opposing door opens and Maura leans out into the seemingly empty courtyard.
"Jane?" Maura squints into the darkness, confused. Jane was pounding the doorbell just a couple of minutes ago, she doesn't understand where Jane could have gone.
She steps outside to search, and then suddenly there is a rustling sound and a tall, dark figure leaping out from the corner of the courtyard. Maura yelps and jumps in shock.
"Shhh!" Jane is quickly upon Maura, wrapping one hand over Maura's mouth and using the other to push her back into the house.
Once inside, Jane shuts the door, leans heavily against it, and takes a moment to thank her lucky stars that she is safe.
"Jane! You scared me!" Maura snaps. She is less than impressed. That was definitely not how her fantasy was meant to begin. She glares at Jane, who has started laughing.
"You were scared? I nearly just got caught by my mother and my boss!" She's laughing out of relief mostly, because it certainly isn't funny.
"Oh my!" Maura covers her mouth.
"Yeah. Also, I was totally right. Those two are sneaking around again." Jane shivers and shakes her arms out dramatically. "It's just wrong!" She whines.
"Are they together right now?" Maura sounds hopeful. She wants Angela to be happy, and she thinks that the Lieutenant is a lovely man.
"No, he left." She points at Maura, "Which you should be very happy about, because there is no way I would have been able to do dirty things to you tonight if I'd known there was gross stuff going on over there."
"It's not gross, Jane." Maura crosses her arms. "It's love!"
Jane is keen to stop talking about whatever is going on between her ma and her boss. The adrenaline that was pumping through her veins moments ago seems to have repurposed itself into making her incredibly horny. She sweeps her eyes slowly over the woman before her and lowers her voice. "And what does a mobster know of love?"