*mumbles incoherently to self about writing fanfic and shit*

Twice in a week. Huzza.

I left Maura's feeling elated. After we finished eating dinner and dessert, Maura and I sat down on her sofa to watch a movie. I couldn't remember even what the movie was because not long into it, we'd started making out pretty heavily. I still didn't feel quite comfortable enough to go any further, so when Maura was pinned underneath me, one leg hooked around my thighs, and started to grind against my thigh, I decided to pull back and cool things down. I could tell she was frustrated, but not mad, and I had to force myself to leave soon after, because I hated seeing the disappointed look on her face. I promised I'd text when I got home though.

Even though I'd put a damper on it all before leaving, I also left very horny and knew I likely wouldn't be able to sleep without getting some level of relief. When I arrived back at my apartment, I sent Maura a quick text ("Home") and took Jo Friday out for her to pee. Shutting the door back behind me, I unhooked Jo's leash and put it back in the bowl on the table by the door. I kicked off my shoes, then made my way into the bedroom, switching on a lamp on the nightstand and tossing my phone onto the bed in the process. I quickly slipped out of my clothes down to my bra, underwear, and tank top, letting it all drop to the floor. I unhooked my bra while leaving my tank on, and then tossed it too onto the pile.

Picking up my phone again, I saw Maura's reply. "Had a wonderful time. Wish you were in bed beside me like during our sleepovers."

I tapped out a reply asking what she was wearing to bed. The next thing I knew, my phone was ringing.

"Why would you want to know what I'm wearing, Jane?" Her voice told me she was clearly amused.

I blushed even though no one was around to see it. "Well, I could picture being next to you easier if I knew what you were wearing."

"Oh. A black, silk negligee. That's it," she replied.

I gulped, eyes widening in surprise. "Um, I bet...that looks really good. I don't think you've ever worn anything like that when I've spent the night."

"Well I usually only wear it when I'm alone, or for someone else's viewing pleasure," she purred. "It really would not have been appropriate to wear around you since we had not crossed any boundaries in our friendship. Actually, it likely would have made you very uncomfortable."

"Wow. Okay," I laughed out nervously.

"Are you imagining me in it right now?" she asked.

I took a second to respond. "Well I've never seen it before, so I dunno exactly what to picture."

"It is relatively simple, but sexy at the same time because it has some lace accents. I could describe it in more detail if you'd like, but perhaps I should just send you a picture as a visual aid."

I could hear her smile, though I wasn't sure how I knew.

"God, no!" I refuted quickly. "I mean, no that's fine. I don't really need it."

"Are you trying to picture what I'm wearing so you can masturbate, Jane?"

"Wh-what?" I stammered.

"Did making out with me make you aroused and now you need some relief?"

"Ugh, why am I being questioned like a murder suspect?" I ran my hand hard down my face. "I feel like a pervert."

"Why? Because you're trying to imagine me in lingerie and planning to bring yourself to orgasm while you do so?"

"Um." I let myself fall to the bed, landing on my back.

"I would think one could only consider you to be perverted if I objected to you doing such a thing. Otherwise, it is merely fantasizing about the person you're dating."

"So, you're saying you want me to picture you right now and t-touch myself?" I asked incredulous.

There was some hesitation in her voice when she replied. "I would not object. You may certainly engage in any activities with which you feel comfortable, Jane."

I groaned. "Well now I am not going to feel comfortable doing that, even if I was gonna do it before. You just ruined it! But I sure as hell wouldn't do that with you still on the phone!"

"Why not?"

I shrugged to myself. "'Cause."

"That is not a reason," Maura contested.

"'Cause I'd feel awkward! You'd know what I was doing when I hung up the phone."

"What if –"

I stopped her immediately. "Nuh uh. Maura Isles doesn't start sentences with 'what if'."

"Fine. Would you feel more comfortable if you knew I were doing the same thing?"

"Wouldn't you feel like a pervert too?" I asked back.

"No," she replied simply.

"Dammit, Maura!" I huffed.

I heard her giggle through the phone.

"You have officially succeeded in making me feel very pervy and awkward. Thanks!"

"Jane, I think it may be good for you to relieve some of your sexual frustration after tonight's activities," she suggested.

"Why do you insist on talking about sex so much when you know how uncomfortable it makes me?" I sighed.

"Because if we are going to be in a relationship and therefore engage in sexual activities at some point in probably the near future, you need to be more comfortable talking about it. Consider it immersion therapy."

Blushing when she said the world 'relationship,' I replied, "That doesn't seem fair. Shouldn't we be compromising instead?"

"How would you suggest we compromise then?" she inquired.

"Umm," I replied, trying to think quickly of a good response. "I'll talk about it with you a little more, but only when we're alone together in private, if you talk about it less in public."

"That seems reasonable to me," Maura agreed.

"So that means no comments in the cafe, nothing in the morgue while you're doing autopsies and stuff. None of that."

"Okay," she agreed again. "Are you going to masturbate after you hang up the phone?"

"Maura!" I cried out.

She giggled again on the other end of the line. "I would love to imagine that's what you're doing."

"You're a pervert, too. Just so you know."

"It doesn't make me a pervert, Jane. I am dating you, and therefore you are the object of my desire."

"I am not an object," I protested.

Maura huffed. "Well pardon me for using a colloquial expression appropriately only to be reprimanded for having used it."

Closing my eyes, I sighed. "I'm going to hang up now. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," she replied.

I was about to tap the red end button when I heard her speak again.

"Jane?"

"Yes, Maur?"

A second or two of silence passed. "Nothing. I'll tell you later. Goodnight, Jane."

"'Night, Maur." I smiled and tapped the red end button on my phone screen.

I felt so incredibly turned on, but guilty and slightly dirty about masturbating. Maura had already become fodder for my fantasies, but the fact that she would know exactly what I was doing and who I would be thinking about while doing it was unnerving to me. "Dammit, Maura!" I said out loud to myself.

I set my phone on my nightstand and went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. After finishing, I returned to my room and settled underneath the covers, turning off my bedside lamp as I did so. Lights from the Boston city night were coming through the blinds, since they were only about three-quarters closed. I stared up at my ceiling, reflecting on my first date with my best friend. Despite the dominating subject of our conversation that evening, I realized it was probably the best first date I had ever had. Maybe it was because Maura and I already had history, because we knew each other incredibly well. I smiled at the ceiling.

Suddenly I was imagining Maura on top of me, straddling my hips, hands planted on each side of my head. I closed my eyes and the fantasy continued.

"Jane," she was saying softly. "You made me so aroused tonight, so hot. I wanted so desperately for you to touch me, to feel how turned on I was."

I moaned at the thought of it all. As turned on as I was just making out with her, taking the next step made me apprehensive. I hadn't really wrapped my head around sex with a woman yet, especially not sex with Maura. But alone in my bed, I felt kind of silly for being nervous. Maura would know what she was doing. She would help me through it and if I did something wrong or dumb, she wouldn't laugh at me. She wasn't that type at all. She would be gentle and loving like she usually was with me.

Ugh, I'm an idiot, I thought.

"Jane," came fantasy Maura's seductive voice. "Touch yourself. Think of me while you make yourself feel good. Right now I am lying in my bed, masturbating and thinking about how you might be lying in bed doing the same thing, fantasizing about me."

As I was slipping my left hand down my stomach inside my underwear, my phone chimed with a text. I reached over and grabbed it with my right hand. Thumb sliding over the screen, I unlocked it. "I just orgasmed while moaning your name. Sweet dreams, Jane. ;)"

I groaned and dropped the phone to the bed, pulling my left hand away. "Fuck," I muttered, more sexually frustrated than I'd felt in weeks. "Is this seriously what it's gonna be like dating her?!"