Thank you so very much for the kind reviews and PMs. For those of you defending me against the reviewers launching personal attacks, I thank you as well.
To the reviewer who said I should put substance into my writing and story so that I will be remembered, I give you one of my utmost my favorite quotes, by Cecil Beaton: "Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
I'd rather be remembered for writing something outside of the norm and making people talk, think, and discuss. Not that I'm comparing myself at all, but I don't think the greatest writers in history wrote/have written to please the masses. This story isn't for everyone, and it certainly isn't meant to be.
Disclaimer: please remember this is a fictional story about fictional characters.
Upstairs, Maura opens up the champagne bottle with grace and finesse, no overflowing, and you are quite impressed. She pours each of you a glass and sets the champagne in the ice bucket on the nightstand nearest you.
Maura raises her glass, "I propose a toast...to being another year older and wiser, to you Jane, for being the most wonderful fiancee anyone could have, and to new experiences."
"Hear hear!" you reply and the three of you clink your glasses together. You and Maura take decent-sized sips, but notice Jane gulping down at least half the flute.
Jane then leans against the wall, not too far from the door frame, holding her glass.
You take another sip and Maura then reaches for your glass, setting both yours and hers down on the nightstand with the ice bucket.
She turns back toward you with a smile and then licks her lips slowly. You glance over your shoulder at Jane to find her just quietly observing you and Maura, her features relaxed, but her eyes very focused.
Maura places her hands on both of your hips to pull you closer to her and sneaks a glance over toward Jane. You assume Jane nods her head or something of the sort, giving a sort of permission to Maura to get the ball rolling. The honey blonde presses her lower body into yours and then leans back slightly to look at you, trailing her hand up along your right side, over the side of your breast, onto your shoulder, and finally up to your neck. Her touch stokes the small fire inside your veins that's been present since the nightclub.
Closing your eyes to take in all the sensations building, she skims her fingers all the way up your neck, over your jawline, and tucks some errant strands of hair behind your ear. She then tangles her hand in your hair behind your ears and pulls your head forward to hers.
You open your eyes right as her lips graze yours, but her eyes are closed. Closing your own again, you lean more into the kiss as you gently grab her upper arms and push her backwards to the bed. She sits on the bed, forcing you to lean forward to continue kissing her. When her lips part and you feel her wet tongue gently prying your lips open, you moan softly in approval.
"You're a very good kisser," Maura whispers to you as your lips break from hers.
You smile at her and reply, "Likewise."
Looking at Maura this closely, you notice the abundant, light freckles that pepper her nose and cheekbones. "I like your freckles," you whisper with a grin.
"Jane likes them too," she replies back with a smile and a glance over to Jane. You stand back up and glance back over your shoulder to find Jane's neck and face slightly flushed.
"You OK there?" you ask quietly.
Jane takes a sip of the champagne from her glass and then sets it on the nightstand beside yours and Maura's. "Is it weird that I have mixed feelings? I kinda find you kissing my fiancee hot, but at the same time, I kinda want to punch you in the face."
You take a step back, away from Maura, as well as Jane.
Jane throws her hands up, palms facing you, in protest and chuckles. "No no, I didn't say I was going to. I just said that's how I felt."
Maura smiles sympathetically at Jane and then looks at you, "Remember I said that Jane and I have already discussed this? We also addressed how each of us might react to certain things and how to handle them."
You quirk an eyebrow up at Maura, "No offense, but you guys are just...something else. I don't even know what." You chuckle a bit and add, "But you're both ridiculously hot, so what's not to like?"
Shrugging, Jane replies with a smirk, "Been called worse."
"Are you okay for us to continue, baby?" Maura stands back up and steps toward Jane.
Jane nods and looks at you, "Can I just join in now? I think I'll feel better if I'm busy doing something."
Maura stands up and moves in front of Jane, her back to her, and presses herself flush against the taller woman. She grabs Jane's hands and wraps her fiancee's arms around her waist, tilting her head to the side, clearly indicating for Jane to start kissing her neck and shoulder. Her lover willingly complies.
You observe the two quietly, watching as Maura closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of content. The love between them is borderline palpable and you almost feel as if you're intruding on a private moment. Then Maura opens her eyes and looks directly at you, biting her lip. She slowly stretches her arm out toward you, her palm facing up, and curls her index finger twice, beckoning you closer.
You grab her outstretched hand and she pulls you in close. With Jane still peppering kisses along her shoulder and neck, Maura leans forward slightly and kisses you again, this time with more hunger. Maura's hand is still clutching your left hand and you place your right hand on her hip. Jane loosens her arms around Maura and places her hands on Maura's hips as well, one of them on top of yours.
The contact takes you by surprise and you break your kiss with Maura to lean back slightly to look at Jane. She opens her eyes to look at you and you see her swallow hard.
You whisper, "Jane, can I -"
Before you finish asking your question, Jane swallows hard again and nods, slightly flicking her tongue out to moisten her lips. You lean toward Jane and close your eyes. When your lips touch, you begin moving them softly, and while it takes her a moment, her lips then move in sync with your own. The kiss lasts only half a dozen seconds – not that you're counting, but with it comes more relaxed features from Jane. She gives you a shy smile, a type of smile you have a feeling rarely comes from her, and she shakily confesses, "You're only the second woman I've ever kissed."
Your eyes widen and relax quickly in honest surprise, "Just Maura and now me?" as you shift your eyes to Maura and then back to Jane.
"I pretty much went gay for Maura," she jokes and the three of you laugh lightly together.
"Well then, I'm honored," you reply as you lean in to kiss her again. This time her kiss is more confident and demanding, more like the way you've been expecting her to kiss. You feel the tip of her tongue on your lips and you part them, letting her slip her tongue inside to graze yours gently. You close your lips around her tongue and suck softly, eliciting a low moan from her in response. A joyful streak of triumph flows through you and you smile, breaking your kiss. You lean back, grinning, and turn your head slightly to look at Maura, who's slowly licking her lips.
Maura then grins at you. "Jane, will you please unzip me?" she requests politely, still looking you in the eyes. You take a step back to observe and let your hands linger on her hand and hip before you're slightly out of reach.
You watch as Jane sweeps Maura's curled locks to the side with her left hand, looking at you and smirking while she does it. You hear the soft sound of the zipper's teeth pulling apart and when Jane finishes, you smile as she places a lingering kiss on the shorter woman's shoulder.
When Jane pushes the thick straps of the dress forward, you swallow hard and bite your lip, anticipating the view that is to come.
Another A/N: several people have commented on how well I've written in 2nd person POV. I thank you sincerely for these compliments. I personally attribute my abilities to having learned and studied two languages other than my native English. Subject-verb agreement is of utmost importance when studying a foreign language and doing so has translated well into my English grammar skills. But if you do think you've found a grammatical error, please let me know! I constantly go back through my posted stories looking for errors to correct.