"Maurrr? Where are you?" Jane steps out of the entryway of Maura's house, shouting.
The reply comes just a second later. "I'm in my bedroom."
Jane removes her shoes and continues to Maura's bedroom. As she enters, she sees Maura standing in front of a large mirror, next to half a dozen shopping bags, from various stores. "I see what you did with your Saturday. What's with all the bags? 500 dresses weren't enough. Lookin to hit 600?" Jane quips as she walks behind Maura, looking at the outfit Maura is evaluating.
"Very funny, Jane—I just wanted to spruce up my wardrobe, as it's the start of a new season. What do you think?"
Jane raises an eyebrow in suspicion, and decides to push the issue a bit more. She makes eye contact with Maura in the mirror, "You sure this doesn't have to do with you being a little down lately?"
Maura huffs and sharpens her eye contact. "You know I love to shop Jane. Plus, wait until you see all what I bought. What do you think?" Maura waves her hand, gesturing at the cream silk top and grey skirt she is currently wearing.
"Maura, c'mon. Yes, I know you love to shop. BUT, I also know that for some stupid reason you've been questioning everything about yourself lately, which seems to have extended to your perception of how you look."
Darting her eyes to the side, to break contact with Jane, Maura doesn't reply.
"Hey, don't be mad. It's me. Talk to me."
Maura swallows the lump in her throat and replies, "Yes, it has been a tough couple of months, and I have been feeling a little less than sexy lately, but that's not what is going on here, so can you just tell me how this combination looks. She flashes a shaky smile at Jane in the mirror. "I don't know if I like this blouse with this skirt or with the scroll print pencil skirt I also just bought." Maura points toward one of the bags on the floor and begins to move toward it.
"Maur." Jane grabs Maura's extended hand, stopping her lateral motion. She drops their hands to Maura's hip and looks back at Maura in the mirror. Leaning in closely, her body almost touching Maura's, she rests her chin on Maura's shoulder. "You look beautiful in everything you wear, but that's not because of your expert fashion skills." Jane smiles with tight, closed lips at Maura's reflection.
"Well, I'd like to think that my fashion sense plays a role in my presentation." Maura's tone becomes slightly exasperated, but as she continues, a type of sadness wraps itself around her words. "The cut of this blouse and skirt are flattering, which is why I chose them."
"Nope. Well, yes. Your clothes are pretty, but the girl underneath them is what makes them beautiful." Removing her hand from Maura's, Jane runs her hands over Maura's shoulders, slowly down her arms, and stops them at Maura's hands.
"Thanks, Jane, but you aren't giving my clothing enough credit, I mean look at this..." She begins to point at her skirt, when Jane interrupts her.
"Maura, just stop. Please, just stop." She releases Maura's hands and grabs Maura's hips. "For once, look and see what everyone else sees. You, Maura Isles, whether in a fancy new designer outfit, or in ripped up sweatpants and a ratty T-shirt, are stunning."
Maura's eyes shift to the floor. "I just don't feel like..." Her voice is weak, as she continues to stare at the floor, and play with the hem of her skirt. "I'm not typically someone who needs validation. It's just...it has been a long time since anyone has made me feel beautiful. And please don't give me the 'you're beautiful on the inside' speech.'"
Jane wraps her arms around Maura's waist and returns her chin to Maura's shoulder. "A. You date idiots. B. You shouldn't need anyone else to make you feel beautiful, because you are just that. C. I think you are gorgeous. And D. You are beautiful on the inside AND outside, so don't be a wise ass." They smile at each other in the mirror, but Jane can tell that Maura is not convinced. "Oh, c'mon, Maura. You're being ridiculous." She places a gentle kiss on Maura's cheek.
The front of Jane's body is flush against the back of Maura's, and as the kisses continue, all points of direct contact begin to tingle. The sensation makes Jane nervous, but when she looks back up at the mirror, and is met with Maura's sad, but expectant eyes, she cannot fight the need to show Maura how perfect she is. "Okay. I guess I will just have to show you."
Blinking slowly, Maura remains silent. Jane brings her hands Maura's waist and delicately untucks Maura's shirt. Resting one hand on Maura's stomach, she runs the back of the other along the side of Maura's neck and the already exposed section of Maura's chest. The hand on Maura's stomach can feel goose bumps through the thin silk of the blouse.
As she moves both hands to the top button of Maura's blouse, she feels a shiver run through Maura and her body quickly mimics the movement. She undoes the top button and Maura releases a heavy breath. Moving very slowly toward the next button, her fingers gently skim over the newly exposed skin. Jane can feel Maura's heart rate increase, as she continues to undo button after button until the cream silk is fully open. She pulls the two sides apart and revels in the sight of Maura's milky skin.
Flattening both hands, she moves them over Maura's stomach and ribs. Maura cannot help but push her head back onto Jane's shoulder, and let out a strangled breath. Jane pauses at the line of Maura's bra, and takes a deep breath. Her body is now humming with arousal, so she gathers herself before cupping Maura's breasts over her bra. She pushes both breasts up, as she squeezes, and feels Maura's nipples harden under the thin material of her bra.
She slides her hands back and forth several times, before moving them to Maura's open shirt, which she pulls off of Maura's shoulders and lays over one of the shopping bags at their feet. Returning to her previous position, she moves both hands to the clasp at the front of Maura's bra and quickly snaps it open. The cups of the bra fall to the outside of Maura's breasts, and Jane is temporarily rooted in place; her eyes are unable to move from Maura's chest, which is moving up and down, with the heavy breaths Maura is taking.
Eager to touch more of Maura, Jane brings her hands to the underside of Maura's breasts and softly lifts them up, pressing them into Maura. Her thumbs brush over light pink nipples. Without realizing she is speaking, Jane sighs, "How do you not realize?" She lifts her eyes to Maura's in the mirror. "How do you not realize how magnificent you are?" Maura lets out a short, strained breath and stares back at Jane. Jane's eyes return to where her hands are in the mirror; she removes them and uses one finger on each hand, to lightly circle the tips of Maura's tight nipples, before pinching them and rolling them between her fingers.
"Jane." The shyness of her voice causes Jane to pause, and she looks up to see a teary eyed Maura looking back at her.
"Is this okay?" Jane motions toward the mirror, where Maura sees herself being held by Jane.
Maura nods. She wants nothing more than for Jane to continue, but she is so lost in a whirlpool of affection and arousal that she is unable to find her voice.
Jane smiles back at her. "Good, because I'm not done showing you yet." She punctuates she statement with a kiss to Maura's bare shoulder.
She glides her open hands down Maura's thighs, pressing firmly, until she reaches the hem of the skirt, and begins to lift. Bare, trembling thighs, twitch as Jane's hands move roughly up, taking the grey skirt with them.
Maura's legs threaten to give out, as Jane scrapes her nails along her inner thighs. She anchors herself by bringing her right hand behind her head and around the back of Jane's neck, where she clenches tightly. As Jane approaches her center, Maura can feel her already damp underwear flood. A confident hand gingerly sweeps over the moist crotch of her panties and a desperate moan pushes through Maura's lips, as her hips cant forward.
Jane smiles at Maura, and abruptly brings her hands to the zipper at the side of her skirt and pulls it down. The skirt falls to Maura's feet; Jane squats, brushing her knuckles along Maura's calves and ankles, and helps Maura step out of the skirt.
"These too." Jane requests as she wraps a hand around the back of one of Maura's heels.
"Okay." Stepping out of her heels, Maura realizes she her legs are just as shaky on flat feet. Jane pushes the heels aside and stands back up.
Stepping back a few inches, Jane trails her hands down Maura's back, inspiring goose bumps along the way. She fills her hands with Maura's ass and squeezes and lifts. Quickly, she shifts her hands to Maura's pelvis and pushes her body back up against Maura's back. Hearing a needy moan, she glides one hand lightly down Maura's pubic bone, over her panties, and stops when she feels an erect clit, peaking slightly through the fabric. She tickles the nub with a single finger, flicking it lightly-up and down, up and down.
"Oh, god." Maura can no longer hold her responses in, and she returns her hand to behind Jane's neck and clamps down. Her legs involuntarily spread a few more inches as Jane's fingers caress her panties where they are sticking to her slit. Jane's hands move to Maura's hips and grab the waistband of her panties. She pushes the panties down just enough so they rest beneath Maura's ass checks, and offer a full view of Maura's center. Her thumb gently strokes Maura's smooth outer lips, causing Maura to whimper.
Refocusing for a moment, she moves back to Maura's breasts and massages lightly, while she takes in display before her. Maura begins to pant, and pushes her naked ass into Jane, before arching her back and pressing her breasts harder into Jane's hands.
After fully removing Maura's panties, Jane's eyes explore Maura's naked body, from head to toe, and then reconnect with Maura's eyes in the mirror. She cups Maura's mound firmly. "See. You are absolutely beautiful, and so unbelievably sexy." She strengthens her hold of Maura's mound, and even though she hasn't even provided friction, she can feel Maura dripping into her hand. The tips of her fingers press across Maura's clenching entrance.
"Jane, you feel so good. Please touch me more." She covers Jane's hand with her own.
Jane pulls both of their hands away from Maura's core, and quickly moves in front of Maura. Both of her hands grab Maura's face and she pulls her into a tender kiss. Maura kisses back, reaching her arms around Jane's waist and pulling her as close as possible. When the kiss breaks, Jane leads Maura by the hand toward the bed. She sits on the edge and pulls Maura between her legs. "Come here." She motions for Maura to straddle her lap, and Maura eagerly complies.
Once Maura is on top of Jane and her arms are firmly around Jane's neck, Jane's ability to be gentle dissipates. She pulls Maura in for a rough, very wet kiss, and moves one hand down Maura's body. When her hand reaches Maura's pussy, she slides her fingers through the thick wetness several times, and then enters Maura immediately. A guttural moan echoes through the quiet bedroom, and Jane lifts her head to meet Maura's eyes.
Now full of undisturbed lust, Maura's eyes beg for more. "Oh...Mmmmm. Yes." Maura grunts and begins to bounce and thrust. Jane begins to pump with more vigor. "Yesssss."
Every part of Jane urges her movements and she strokes deep and hard inside of Maura. Watching her fingers move in and out of Maura, she cannot help but lean forward and pull at a nipple with her teeth-and then the other. The sight of Maura naked, bouncing and panting is driving Jane wild. "Godammit, Maura." She adds a finger and delivers the deepest thrust yet, stretching Maura. "You are so tight and wet." Halting her motion, she twists, then curls her fingers, and presses against Maura's front wall. She strokes it hard, challenging the tightening walls around her fingers. Her thumb rubs concentrated circles over Maura's stiff clit.
"Oh my god. Jane!" Maura's pussy clamps around Jane and she arches up and back, frozen at the top of her last thrust.
While she continues to push forward inside of Maura, she watches Maura for a few seconds-every muscle in Maura's body is taut and she is covered in a thin layer of sweat. Jane's free hand moves to behind Maura, where it kneads a flexed ass cheek.
As Maura's orgasm begins to calm, her body undulates and she slowly humps Jane's hand, provoking a second orgasm. More fluid leaks from Maura and Jane moves her hand to her Maura's chest and tugs a nipple. They kiss for several minutes, while Jane unhurriedly moves her fingers inside of Maura. She circles and scissors. An exhausted plea against Jane's mouth, "Jaaaaaaannnnneeee..."
Jane smirks and presses forward again, stirring up one more, short orgasm inside of Maura. After she comes down, Maura mumbles, "I can't anymore, Jane."
Jane changes her position slightly, so she can pull out of Maura. Maura collapses into Jane, who pulls her in closely. After cuddling into Jane for a few minutes, and catching her breath, Maura sits back a bit on Jane's thighs, and looks at Jane. "Jane, that was so..."
"Beautiful." Jane completes Maura's sentence. "Just like you."
Maura smiles and looks across the room, trying to control the emotions coursing through her entire body.
"Hey." Jane grabs her chin. "I have no problem showing you again. Right now." A devious smile and two raised eyebrows make Maura giggle and she pushes Jane onto her back.
"No. No. No. If you make me feel any more beautiful, I might never recover." The two women chuckle as they settle into each other. A few hours later, they finally stop kissing long enough to fall asleep.