Jane had spent far too long getting dressed. It never took her this long to get dressed. Normally if it was a special occasion she'd ask for Maura's advice, or just borrow her clothes, but since the special occasion was Maura, she was on her own. She stared at her reflection, scrutinizing her body in the plain black underwear and somewhat nice black bra she was wearing. At least they matched, she thought to herself.
After trailing her fingers over the scar on her side, Jane looked away from the mirror and pulled on her top, then into some pants as her free hand pulled her hair back into a ponytail. This was it.
When Maura answered the door Jane couldn't help but smile in relief. Maura had chosen to not overdress and taken the casual route. She was in a simple sweater that looked incredible soft, and some form fitting black pants. Jane held up to case of Blue Moon and Maura smiled as she stepped aside, allowing Jane to enter. "So, how long til food gets here?"
Maura laughed, "five minutes tops."
An hour later and both women were stuffed and idly sipping on their drinks as they gazed over at Maura's TV. "So…" Maura began quietly, then trailed off. She wasn't about to ask, but she knew she didn't need to. It was hanging heavy in the air between them. Jane took another drink of her beer for liquid courage then turned to face Maura. They gazed at each other for several moments, all the emotions on display in their eyes. At last, ever so slowly, did Jane reach for Maura's hand. She held it in a steady grasp and pulled Maura to her, meeting her halfway with moist lips.
Maura gasped into their kiss, then melted against Jane, her free hand coming up to the side of Jane's face as their lips explored one another in the softest kiss either had ever experienced. Jane had imagined Maura's lips would be soft, but god, not that soft. They felt like silk as Jane explored them, gliding over her lips with ease. Jane boldly took Maura's lower lip between her teeth, nipping it gently before sucking on it. Maura moaned, the hand in Jane's tightening its grip.
They spent several minutes like this, familiarizing themselves with the taste of their lips, the feel of Jane's cheek beneath Maura's hand, and the feel of Maura's silky locks tangled around Jane's fingers. When air became a serious factor they broke away, panting for breath and gazing at each other with hungry but surprised eyes. Neither had expected to enjoy that so much, and both wanted more. "Bedroom?" Maura whispered, taking in Jane's flushed skin and rapid pulse. Jane nodded quickly and rose to her feet, following Maura down the hall to the master bedroom.
They stood in the center of the floor, staring at each other for several moments. "Do you want to talk ab-,"
"Maur, "Jane cut Maura off before she could finish. "I'm not…experienced with this. Just tell me if I do something wrong, of it there's something you want me to do."
Maura nodded, feeling a deep want begin to rage inside of her. "Okay, only if you do the same."
Jane nodded and closed the space between them, her hands going to the hem of Maura's sweater before pulling it up and over her head, then discarding it –neatly- on a chair. She stared at the sight before her, Maura's sinful cleavage exposed for her, breasts pushed up in a gold lace bra, caramel skin so smooth Jane almost knew how it felt by just looking at it. Her view of Maura's breasts was obscured by her own top being pulled over head. When it was no longer a factor both women stood in front of each other, admiring, questioning, and wanting.
Maura was the first to move this time, reaching behind her own back to unclasp her bra. It fell to the floor swiftly, accompanied by a gasp from Jane's lips. She stepped forward, warm hands enveloping the velvet skin of Maura's breasts as she cupped them and pressed her lips to Maura's hungrily. Maura shuddered at the feel of Jane's hands upon her, caressing softly before fingers grazed hardened nipples. Maura reached behind Jane's back, undoing her bra and helping Jane remove herself from it. When they were both topless Maura wrapped her arms around Jane, pulling her in and pressing their chests together as she reached up to pull away Jane's ponytail holder. The raven curls cascaded around Jane's shoulders and Maura smiled, relishing the feel of their naked upper halves pressed together. "God, you're so sexy," Jane muttered softly, her eyes taking in every feature of Maura's face. Maura stared up into her eyes, her silk fingers slowly trailing down Jane's back and resting against the small dip of it. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Maura whispered, worry creeping into her body despite the fact that they had already begun. Jane stared at Maura for a long moment before reaching up to tuck the golden waves behind her ear, "right now there is nothing I have ever wanted more," Jane whispered her lips against Maura's ear, her voice husky and dangerously low as the hot breath sent shivers down Maura's spine. That was all it took to unleash what had been pent up inside both women for so long. Not just the want they had for each other, but the desire they had for intimacy, for pleasure, for some sort of relief from the ache that had been between their legs.
Their pants were discarded within seconds and Maura was splayed out beneath Jane, vulnerable and exposed beneath Jane's hungry eyes as she drank in every millimeter of her body. Maura stared up at Jane, her eyes begging. Jane slowly crawled over her and lowered herself onto Maura's warm body, taking her time before resting her weight over the woman beneath her. Maura let out a soft moan when their bodies met, aroused at the feeling of being topped. Their lips met and Maura's hands when to Jane's shoulders before slowly trailing down her body then back up. Jane shuddered, pressing herself closer to Maura as she set out on her exploration of what was Maura Isles body. Her lips traveled over a quivering jaw, down the base of her throat, over her collarbones. Jane scattered kisses over her chest, slowly sliding herself lower as she lost herself in every bare piece of smooth skin Maura offered to her. The sounds escaping those perfectly soft lips sent electrifying bolts of arousal straight between Jane's legs, every soft sigh and sharp intake of breath caused by the ministrations of her lips.
Jane's lips found Maura's right nipple and latched on, tongue swirling over the hardened bud, causing Maura to cry out arch up into Jane's mouth. Jane sucked roughly, her teeth grazing over the sensitive skin before being replaced by her probing tongue once more. Jane scattered kisses between breasts before paying the same attention to the other nipple, not sparing it a single motion. Maura was panting heavily now, her fingers buried in Jane's shoulders as she reveled in the feel of Jane's mouth upon her. Every hot breath, every suck, every kiss. Maura wanted more, but she never wanted the oral assault against her breasts to cease.
After several minutes Jane worked her way back up to Maura's lips then pulled away, gazing at the other woman, eyes full of desire. "What do you want, Maur?" she whispered, a hand coming up to trail down the side of Maura's face gently. Maura pressed her cheek against Jane's hand, enjoying the simple touch. "Touch me, Jane." Those three words held all the permission in the world. They needed no explanation. No directions. Maura's eyes made the sentence clear. She wanted Jane, and she wanted her now.
Jane offset her body weight, shifting her position to cover half of Maura as their legs intertwined and Jane propped herself up on an elbow. Maura was looking up at her, honey colored eyes full to the brim with need as Jane's hand made the excruciatingly slow journey down Maura's body. It swooped over every curve, slid down the side of one thigh before pushing Maura's legs apart and sliding back up the inside of it. Maura held her breath, eyes fluttering closed as she awaited the feeling she'd been desperate for all night.
It happened slowly, gradually. Jane's hand reached between Maura's legs to cup her sex, gently palming it, getting a feel for how wet Maura was. And god was she so deliciously soaked. Maura raised her hips into Jane's touch, begging for more. Jane's fingers slid up and began making slow circles in the soaked fabric over the hardened bump Jane knew was Maura's clit. Maura let out a whoosh of air, a soft moan escaping with it as she opened her legs more. Jane took her time, rubbing slowly over the fabric. She was amazed at how natural this all felt, she didn't question her movements like she often did with other people, she just moved. Maura's face was an open book, displaying exactly how she felt with Jane. And Jane knew if she was uncertain about something, Maura would guide her. There was no awkwardness, no questions, just the exploration of a perfect body and the quest for pleasure.