Author's Note: This isn't the dinner, but it's an idea that came to me over lunch and I thought it needed to be included as a stand-alone chapter. It's short. -dkc
Chapter 6
"Maura!" Jane huffed as she reached the door of the master bedroom and knocked.
"Jane!" came the exasperated reply.
Jane walked through the door and didn't see the doctor right away. Approaching the closet, she found Maura in a state of semi-undress. The doctor stood there in a blue pencil skirt, four-inch heels and her bra with a minimum of four dresses discarded on the floor.
"What's going on?" Jane tried valiantly to avoid glancing at the tops of Maura's breasts, but the brunette failed.
"I can't decide on anything to wear," Maura was bordering on tears of absolute frustration.
"Hey…" Jane touched Maura's bare shoulder. "It's just dinner."
"I know…" Maura placed a hand over Jane's.
"You could wear yoga pants and nobody would care," Jane assured her.
"They would notice, certainly," Maura smiled.
"I hate to break it to you, but somebody will notice no matter what you wear," Jane reached for the dressed that had been discarded and tried to not watch as Maura wiggled out of her skirt. Jane returned the dresses to hangers, placing them over the ottoman in the corner of the closet knowing she could never figure out where they belonged in the immaculately arranged space. She turned around and there stood Maura in nothing but panties and bra, her finger to her lips, worrying. Jane swallowed hard.
"What are you most comfortable in?" Jane tried desperately to focus.
" A skirt," Maura wasn't oblivious to Jane's reaction.
"Wear that red silk shirt, the one with buttons in the front with the… uhh…" Jane stalled.
"It's called a plunge neckline, Jane," the doctor smirked.
"Yeah," Jane blushed. "That one."
Maura easily located the blouse, picked a skirt and set out to find the perfect heels to go with the outfit. Jane was walking away when Maura's voice stopped her.
"Jane? Zip me?" the shirtless woman asked, pointing to the back of her skirt.
Jane slowly approached Maura, taking in steady breaths to calm her thumping heart. She used both hands to delicately raise the zipper. Once the zipper reached the top of the skirt and Jane latched the small clasp on the skirt, she didn't drop her hands, instead placing them on Maura's hips. Their bodies were an inch apart as Jane placed herself behind Maura, her breath on the shorter woman's neck.
"Jane?" Maura could feel the electricity between them without even looking at the intense look on Jane's face.
"I…" Jane was speechless.
Instead of attempting to speak, Jane pressed a soft kiss to Maura's bare shoulder. She then trailed kisses along that shoulder and up the side of Maura's neck to the place just below her earlobe. Jane's fingers dug into Maura's hips at the sound of the doctor's gasp. Maura leaned back into Jane, titled her head to give the tall woman further access to her neck and placed her hands over Jane's. The detective's mouth trailed back down the doctor's neck and across her shoulder before resting her chin where her lips had just been.
"You always look gorgeous," Jane whispered.
"When you said I could wear anything and somebody would notice, you meant you would notice, didn't you?" Maura smiled.
"Well…" Jane pressed another kiss to Maura's shoulder. "Can you blame me?"
Before Maura had the chance to respond, they heard the doorbell downstairs.
"Ma's in the kitchen," Jane said. "But we should get down there."
"I'll be down in five minutes," Maura released Jane's hands.
"Make it three," Jane said as she stepped back.
"Is it that urgent?" Maura looked at the smile on Jane's face.
"Of course not, but that means I'll see you sooner."
To be continued…