Author's Note: I suspect there are certain things you want from this scene. I, too, want certain things. I hope I do both wants justice. –dkc
Chapter 9
Jane asked Frost if he minded if she took the rest of the day off. After recovering from his initial shock of her actually asking for personal time, Frost told her it wouldn't be a problem. Jane left the station, driving to Maura's house. They had decided at the precinct that taking separate cars was both logistically sound, something Maura pointed out, and would likely not announce to the entire BPD that they had left together. That is assuming that a building full of police officers and detectives couldn't connect the dots and realize that the two friends had taken an uncommon personal day at the very same time.
"Maur?" Jane's nervousness made the detective sound tentative as she opened the doctor's side door and entered her house.
"Upstairs!" came the response, causing Jane to smirk at the possibility of what Maura could be doing up there.
Jane locked the door behind her, kicked off her boots and made her way upstairs to the doctor's bedroom.
"Maur?" Jane asked as she walked into the bedroom and didn't see her.
"I'm in here," Maura poked her head out of the closet, her shoulders bare.
"What are you doing?" Jane's voice was deeper than normal.
Maura stepped out into the doorway of the expansive closet in nothing but her bra, panties and heels. The sight made Jane stop dead in her tracks, her palms immediately sweating and her core fluttering with want.
"I was changing my clothes," the scantily clad woman smiled at the look on the detective's face.
For a moment Jane felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. She was drawn to Maura and yet gaped at every inch of her soft, milky skin without taking a step toward her.
"Jane…" Maura's tone was one Jane was not familiar with. It was sultry, dripping with sexual desire.
As the two women made eye contact, there was a reminder of Jane's mouth on Maura's shoulder before family dinner. There was a reminder of the feeling of the apex of Maura's thighs meeting Jane's toned abs in the doctor's office earlier.
"Should I not get dressed?" Maura was coy as she put her hands on her hips.
Jane couldn't speak. All she could do was look at the beautiful woman before her. She slowly stepped forward, her hands gently resting on Maura's shoulders as she stepped into the other woman's intimate space.
"Jane…" the near plea was the only push Jane needed, her lips ferociously attacking Maura's.
The aggressive kiss was true to the reputation Jane had among her colleagues—ferocious and powerful. However, as her hands slid down Maura's shoulders, replacing the doctor's hands on the curvy hips, out came the sweet-tempered facet of Jane that was known only to Maura.
Maura's arms went around Jane's shoulders, quickly tightening around the back of Jane's neck. In her heels, her mouth was merely an inch below Jane's. The added height of Maura's heels was an advantage for Jane, too; her arms could just reach Maura's panty-covered cheeks. As her hands clinched Maura's ass, the doctor couldn't help but thrust her pelvis into Jane.
"Fuck…" Jane moaned.
Maura responded by pushing Jane backward into the bedroom until her back came in contact with the wall next to the bureau. It was forceful and sexy, a combination that Jane didn't find at all surprising from the woman before her. Breaking the kiss for deep breath, Jane focused her attention on Maura's neck, tracing the slight scar on the doctor's neck with her tongue. The doctor was occupied with the button and zipper of the detective's pants. Her focus was rattled by the sensation of Jane's mouth on her clavicle and the single finger tracing the lace edge of her panties.
"Jane…" came a cross between a moan and a growl.
Always one to obey the bossy doctor, Jane quickly pulled her own shirt over her head. There was nothing smooth about the process of Jane undressing. In fact, there was nothing smooth about the mechanics of the attack of lips, the press of hips, the groping hands. Desperation carried the day. They had been waiting too long to see each other like this, covered in a sheen of sweat, darkened eyes and panting in want. Jane didn't give Maura's breasts the attention they deserved and Maura wasn't able to appreciate Jane's legs in their standing position. But they loved every second of their first time. They climaxed together, never leaving the position they'd found when Maura pressed Jane's back against the wall.
After coming down from a high neither had ever experienced, Maura leaned into Jane and hoped the brunette, as well as the wall behind her, could hold them up.
"My legs," Jane groaned, the sound being met with a chuckle from Maura.
Maura led Jane to the bed where they crawled under the blanket; their bodies pressed together, their mouths but an inch apart.
"You are so sexy," Jane whispered as she brought their entwined hands to her mouth and kissed each of Maura's fingers.
"Mmm…" Maura hadn't yet regained all of her faculties.
"Have you done that before?" Jane wrapped rested her hand on Maura's hip.
"Standing?" Maura grinned, earning a slight pinch to her hip causing her to squirm.
"You know what I mean," Jane pulled her in tight after teasing.
"Not exactly," Maura's answer was slightly surprising to Jane.
"I would have expected otherwise," Jane hummed.
"Have you?" Maura questioned.
"Standing?" Jane mimicked Maura's grin exactly.
Instead of a pinch, Maura pressed her lips to Jane's and kissed her softly. As the kiss ended, there was a smile on both their faces.
"When I was at the academy and a few times since," Jane offered as a way of answering Maura's question honestly.
"Since?" Maura raised an eyebrow wondering when.
"Not since I met you," Jane's face was serious and self-conscious.
"Jane…" the tone of Maura's voice could speak to Jane in ways no words ever could. There was simple recognition in the way she spoke Jane's name.
Jane had no idea what to say and as she contemplated all of the explanations she could offer, a single tear fell from the corner of her eye.
"Not very badass of me, huh?" Jane joked as she wiped the tear away. Maura pulled Jane's forehead to her lips and kissed it softly.
"You're a badass when you need to be," came calm, reassuring words.
The two friends lay there talking, asking questions neither had ever asked nor thought of asking before now. For two women who spent as much time together as they did, there were things that even they kept to themselves. Fears, wants, and secrets—even they had them. And for the first time in perhaps the entire time they'd known each other, they didn't need to hold anything back for the sake of their friendship.
To be continued…