Chapter 10: The Date
Jane saw Maura around campus that week. They'd usually have dinner together as a group with Jane's roommates, but Jane always made sure to mind her manners. She'd walk Maura to her cabin or take a walk with her after dinner, just talking, but didn't push and didn't ask for anything more. Jane would always hug Maura good night, and as the week wore on, Maura began to kiss her chastely after the hug.
Finally Friday night arrived. Jane donned a pair of dark jeans, decent but comfortable dress boots, and a button down shirt with a tank top underneath. She buttoned her shirt up half-way and tucked it in. Bobbi had covered for Jane at the end of the day so she could run into town to grab some flowers for her date. Might as well try to be a good date.
She knocked on Maura's cabin door promptly at six o'clock, bouquet in hand. She felt a little foolish, but pushed the feeling down. Maura came to the door smiling, looking radiant in a deep purple dress that was fitted tightly in the bodice and flared out at the waste. Jane swallowed, feeling instantly flushed. She was gorgeous. Maura opened the screen door to let her suitor in. The cabin was abandoned, save for the two of them. Everyone must be at dinner.
"You look amazing," Jane murmured, awe-struck. Maura giggled.
"You only see me in scrubs, but I'm glad you like the way I'm dressed. This is appropriate for tonight, right?" Jane nodded mutely. Realizing her eyes had drifted to Maura's well-endowed chest, she snapped her eyes back up to respond to Maura's question with more focus. C'mon Jane, be a good date. Don't be a douche. She redoubled her efforts to focus on Maura's eyes and face, and not lower.
Maura's eyes seemed to be twinkling, having caught the coach ogling her body. Jane relaxed slightly, understanding that her friend wasn't upset with her. Trying to get back on higher ground, Jane held out the colorful assortment of flowers. "These are for you."
Her eyes lit up at the gift. "They're beautiful! Thank you." She quickly moved around the cabin to find a suitable place to put them. She found a half-full pitcher of water for them to rest in until she could properly arrange them, then she turned to Jane.
"Shall we be off?"
"Yes ma'am," she replied, offering Maura her arm. The two walked arm in arm to the parking lot. Jane unlocked Maura's door and held the door for her.
"Oh, Bobbi lent you her car. That was nice of her. I wondered how we were going to get into town." Jane reversed the car and headed out of the lot.
"Yeah, Bobbi's great that way. Thank goodness I have her. I mean, she has rules and all, but it was still awesome that she lent it to me. To us." Jane glanced sideways at Maura, who was watching the road ahead.
"What rules?"
"Uh…nothing, just regular stuff. You know," Jane stalled. "Bring the car back in one piece, don't wreck it, don't bring it back empty. Uh, stuff like that." She applauded herself on her quick thinking, not mentioning what Bobbi had actually instructed. "So, what movie are we seeing tonight?" she asked, successfully switching topics. Maura excitedly began explaining about a new foreign film that had just been released and was actually showing at their local theater.
Jane listened while she navigated to the small Italian restaurant that she had chosen. She'd heard about it from some of the other counselors that it was good and seemed affordable but also authentic. As a true Italian-American, she would be the judge of that, but was excited to have Maura experience some of the food she was familiar with.
She pulled into a parking spot and hopped out quickly to get Maura's door. Maura was still collecting her shawl and purse when Jane opened the door. Jane felt a little silly about the gesture, but she thought treating Maura like the lady she was could not be a bad thing, especially for a first date. Surprised, but smiling, Maura took Jane's hand as she helped her out of the car, twining their fingers together as they walked toward the restaurant.
The dark-haired teen continued her chivalrous behavior and opened the door for Maura as they entertained the restaurant. She surveyed the interior. It was dimly lit, but was decorated tastefully with faux streetlights, tiny votive candles on the tables, ivy and shrubbery dotting the walls or placed strategically throughout the floor. It was also not very big, but seemed busy. With the added decorations, the tables seemed to add to the illusion of intimacy, even if the space itself was not very big. She stole a glance at a couple of plates of food that a nearby table was enjoying and was pleased to see that it looked fresh and colorful. No limp pasta or dried out bread here.
"Good evening," the hostess greeted them. "Two for dinner?" Jane nodded, and the hostess quickly grabbed two menus and led them further into the restaurant.
After they were seated, Jane looked up at Maura. She seemed even more beautiful with the candlelight casting shadows across her face and softening her features. The young medic was looking directly at her and Jane felt Maura take hold of her hand. "This is lovely," she said sincerely.
Jane grinned, squeezing the soft hand in her own. "I'm glad you like it. I hope their food is as good as their atmosphere. They seem pretty busy, so that's a good sign. I hope you like Italian."
With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, "I certainly do, in many different forms."
Catching the double entendre, Jane nearly choked on the glass of water she had begun to sip from. She glanced back at Maura, who was grinning at her, enjoying the reaction she'd garnered. Jane smirked at her. This girl was so fun to flirt with! But they'd have time to do that all evening, and she certainly didn't want to make the mistake of moving things too fast. She was already sorely tempted to skip the movie they were supposed to see and find some secluded spot to take Maura to so they could pick up where they left off in the woods the other night.
Looking at the menu, Jane tried to get her brain back on the right track. "It certainly looks like they have a lot to choose from. Are you familiar with Italian?"
"Somewhat, but I'm hoping to become more familiar with it. Perhaps you could be my guide?" Her voice was low and Jane could feel her drawing circles with her thumb on the back of her hand. She felt her ears begin to burn and she was certain her palms were beginning to sweat. Maura seemed incredibly well practiced at this art. Of course she is. She's brilliant and reads all the time. Why wouldn't words work to her advantage? Geez, how is she this smooth, while I'm this oozy puddle?
She cleared her throat, again trying to regain her internal equilibrium. Self-conscious about her sweaty palms, she pulled her hand back to better grip the menu. "Uh, I'm happy to help. What sorts of food do you like to eat?"
Maura was thoroughly enjoying herself and was not about to let Jane off the hook. Though she didn't like that Jane had pulled away, she had picked up on several other non-verbal cues from her dinner companion letting her know that her words were hitting their mark. She felt comfortable continuing on her same conversational path. She glanced down at the menu. "I think I'm in the mood for something that isn't on the menu."
"Oh, the waiter should be over soon. I'm sure they have specials."
"You're pretty special," she replied.
Jane snickered. "Ha. Yeah, and I'm not on the menu. But you can't eat me." Maura just watched her, her sultry gaze lingering on Jane's eyes before slowly drifting down to watch Jane's pulse point on her neck and take in the collar of her shirt and tank top. Her gaze rose back up to Jane's eyes and she licked her lips while cocking her eyebrow in a silent challenge.
Jane finally realized what she had just said and what Maura was implying. "Maura!" She was certain her ears were bright red now and could feel the blush begin to creep up her neck. Overwhelmed, Jane excused herself quickly just as the waiter came over.
"Can I get you ladies anything else to drink this evening?" he started as Jane bolted past him for the ladies room. Maura watched her leave, stunned. She turned to the waiter. "I'm fine, thanks. Can you give me just a moment? I need to check on my friend, but we'll be right back."
"Of course, take your time. I'll bring out some bread." Maura left her shawl on the back of the chair, just to make sure their table wouldn't be reclaimed, and quickly went to find Jane.
She found her over the ladies room sink, looking down the drain. She had apparently splashed some water on her face and had just dried it off, since she was still holding the crumpled paper towel in her hand. Damn, being a good date is going to harder than I thought, she groused internally, feeling the war of emotions between desire and chivalry.
"Hey," Maura started softly, going to her side. "Are you okay?" She lightly stroked her friend's forearm while Jane continued to stare down the sink.
"I'm fine. Um, can you give me a minute? I'll be out soon," she replied, still not looking at her.
Maura felt wretched seeing her friend like this, knowing that she had pushed too much. "Of course. Do you want me to order you something to drink?" Jane just shook her head, but enjoyed the sensation of Maura continuing to stroke her arm. It did help to calm her down. Maura squeezed her arm, and then quickly leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'm looking forward to the rest of our date. I promise to behave," she whispered in her ear. As she was leaving the restroom, she called back, and was relieved to see Jane watching her. She poured her silent apology into her eyes, hoping her friend would understand. "Don't be too long, okay?" Seeing Jane nod again, she made her way back to their table.
Jane returned after a couple minutes, looking better. "I'm sorry about that." She looked at Maura, searching to see if her friend was upset. Maura recaptured her hand and squeezed it.
"No, I'm sorry. I…was being too forward, and I didn't mean to upset you. Please accept my apology." Jane waived her apology away.
"Don't apologize! I was…just caught off-guard, I guess. Having a beautiful woman flirt with me is kind of unusual for me. And I don't want you to think that's what all this," she waved around the restaurant, "is about."
"You think I'm beautiful?" Maura knew it sounded cliché even as she was saying it, but couldn't stop herself. Jane just rolled her eyes and gave her a 'duh' look. Still touched, but knowing it was unladylike to fish for compliments, she decided to quickly move on. "And I don't think that you asking me out is all about sex. If that's all you had wanted, you would have had ample opportunity to take advantage of me." She could see Jane visibly relax. "But I don't think we need to rule it out, either." Jane felt her pulse race again, for what seemed like the thousandth time that night, but she chuckled.
"Maybe we should just see how the date goes first, huh? I've only just begun. There are still many, many ways I can botch this up."
Maura didn't believe this, but understood Jane's use of humor and silently agreed to drop the subject. The waiter returned with the bread and went over the specials, promising to return in another few minutes once they had decided. Maura focused on the menu, and asked Jane about the names of different dishes she wasn't familiar with. Jane was only too happy to explain the different terms and give her opinion on what might be good or interesting or spicy. By the time the waiter returned again, they'd both made their selection and returned the menus to him, sending him off to place their order with the kitchen.
"I'm glad you agreed to come out with me," Jane admitted, caressing Maura's hand on the table.
"I'm glad you asked. I hope you'll be a good date," Maura laughed.
"Well, I'm certainly trying," she replied, smiling too. "You make it hard, you know?"
The future doctor continued to grin, "I know. I'm working on it." She winked at Jane. She reflected briefly that very few people ever brought out her playful side, but Jane seemed to have a natural talent for drawing it out of her. "So does your mom ever make dishes like these at home?" Calculating that this was a safe opening, Maura leaned forward and enjoyed listening to Jane as she enthralled her about tales of family dinners and disasters, entertaining Maura until their food arrived. As they ate, she asked Maura about her heritage. Maura admitted that she really didn't know much since she was adopted. However, her parents were French and English in decent, with the name Isles being Anglo-Norman French, so she most closely identified with that heritage. Her family had of course traveled there frequently and their cuisine was usually from those regions, though of course it was cooks and not her mother making the meals typically.
Noting the time, Jane noted that if they stayed much longer that they would miss the movie. "I promise we can get dessert after the movie if you want. I think the restaurant will be closed, but we could always go back to the ice cream parlor."
"Just buy me candy at the movie and I think my sweet tooth will be satisfied," Maura replied.
"Deal," Jane said, handing the waiter back the check with enough cash for the meal and a generous tip. "Let's go."
They headed back to the car, again with Jane unlocking and holding Maura's door while she got in. She hopped into her own side and started up the engine. Maura literally had to sit on her hands to keep from pulling Jane into a passionate kiss. She had loved listening to Jane's stories at dinner, wonderfully describing her world to the point where Maura could nearly visualize all of the different people involved and how the dishes tasted or hearing the reactions when things went awry. She also was mesmerized by the way Jane would watch her, and listen to her, asking her questions about her own life. It was as if there was no one else in the restaurant with them; like she was the only one that existed.
She could feel herself becoming closer and closer to Jane emotionally. They'd had brief physical encounters, rushed encounters, but she wanted so much more. She wanted to be physically closer to her. She tried to talk herself down from this. Calm down Maura. It isn't very ladylike to jump on top of your date half way through the evening. You know this is simply your hormones. Hormones tend to spike during the teenage years, and hormones also effect decision making, plus one's brain continues to develop into the early twenties, further effecting decision-making. Of course, with two individuals of the same gender, sexual activity carries far fewer risks than heterosexual activity does. In fact, female-female sexual encounters hold the lowest risk of transmitted sexual diseases then any other sexual pairing. Hmm…this line of thinking is not helping me calm down.
Jane noticed that Maura was unusually quiet, and that she was sitting on her hands. "Hey, are you cold?" she asked as she maneuvered the car toward the theater.
"Hmm?" she replied, pulling herself from her thoughts. "What? Oh, ah..no, I'm fine."
"Well, you're sitting on your hands, so I thought you might be cold. I know the nights are a little cooler up here once the sun sets. Let me know if you're cold though and I can crank up the heat." Maura nodded, slightly embarrassed about her behavior. "What are you thinking over there, anyway? You're usually not so quiet." Maura could feel a slight blush color her cheeks as she remembered what she had been musing over.
"Just the body's development at our ages," she covered.
"Ah, I see. Medical exam coming up at the First Aid cabin or something?" Jane asked conversationally.
Maura smiled sheepishly, pleased that Jane seemed to be somewhat satisfied with the answer. "No, nothing like that. Just my mind wandering."
"I get that. C'mon," she said, pulling into a spot near the theater entrance. "We're here and if we hurry, I can still satisfy that sweet tooth of yours and we can make the previews," she said, winking at Maura.
The pair were able to quickly secure tickets, snacks, and seats at the small town theater, and managed to sit down just as the room was darkening for the previews.
"Perfect timing," Jane cheered, as she passed Maura the Raisinets she'd selected, while putting her soda down in the drink holder of the arm rest.
Maura leaned over and again brushed a brief kiss on Jane's cheek. "You are a wonderful master of ceremonies," she whispered before leaning back in her seat to watch the show. The dark-eyed teen sat there momentarily stunned, but pleased. The first time Maura had kissed her that evening, she'd been so distraught that she'd barely felt it, and was worried about being able to bring the date back on track. But now it seemed that everything was going very well. I'm glad she's having a good time, she thought.
Since Maura had gotten to pick the movie, all the previews were for indie flicks or foreign flicks or documentaries that held little interest for Jane but seemed to excite Maura. Once they got to the main attraction, subtitles were splashed onto the bottom of the screen. Inwardly Jane groaned, but she decided that her mantra for the whole evening was to be a good date, so she read along and found herself getting interested in the story.
As the credits rolled across the screen, Jane squeezed the hand that she'd enjoyed holding through most of the movie. "So do you still want that dessert?" Maura smiled, but shook her head.
"Let's just go back to camp," she replied.
"You're wish is my command," and they exited the theater together.
On the drive back to camp, Maura couldn't help but wish that they could pull over somewhere. The night was clear and dark and all the stars were shining brightly. She didn't want the evening to end quite yet, but she couldn't figure out how to ask Jane if she knew a good lookout spot without the possibility of overstepping boundaries as she did earlier.
Jane parked the car back in the camp parking lot and for the last time that evening, opened the car door for Maura to exit. They again held hands on the way back to Maura's cabin.
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Jane asked, looking up at the stars. Maura followed her gaze.
"Yes, it is. It's incredible to be out here and be able to see so much of the night sky. I love it."
"Me too. I don't know much about the stars, but I don't get to see much of them in Boston. Too much light pollution. I have really enjoyed that about being out here."
"I agree." They had reached Maura's cabin. Maura climbed up on the first stair toward her cabin door, putting her nearly at Jane's height.
"I had a lovely time tonight," the petite teen said, turning to look at her now-eye-level friend. She brought her hands up to Jane's neck, grazing her fingertips into her hair.
"I did too," she replied, her hands finding Maura's hips, bringing them closer together. Without further preamble, Maura finally closed the gap between them that had been taunting her all evening. A small whimper escaped from her and she felt Jane's grip tighten around her hips, and then shifted to wrap around her waist.
Wanting more, she buried her hands in the dark locks of her friend's hair, forcing more contact, feeding her need.
Breaking for air, Jane shifted her attention to the creamy neck that she'd stolen glances of all evening. She felt Maura tense in her arms, and she lightened her kisses, silently remembering the visible assault she'd committed at their last encounter.
"Sorry, I'll be better this time," she whispered into her neck, and felt Maura relax momentarily before pushing her away.
"Wait," Maura said, feeling the weight of Jane's body leaning into her, pupils dilated. Trying to regain her composure, Jane loosened her grip. Had she gone too far again? It was just a good night kiss!
"Wait here," Maura repeated, and disappeared into her cabin. Jane stood there, dumbfounded. She didn't have to wait long, as her friend returned after only a moment with a blanket. Maura took in Jane's questioning look.
"Let's go to the dock and look at the stars. It's a beautiful night, but it's getting kind of cold. We should be able to sit on this and wrap it around the both of us at the same time."
Jane took the thick blanket out of Maura's hands and tucked it under her arm before linking her free hand with Maura's. She kissed the back of Maura's hand and began to tug her toward the dock. "Then let's go."
The view from the dock was perfect. With the wide expanse of the lake before them lined by pine trees, they had an unobstructed view of the sky. Since it was late, the camp was quite of any human life, though they could hear some of the wildlife that made its way at night coming out for their evening rituals.
Jane spread the blanket down on the dock and held out her hand for Maura to join her on one side. She laid down on her back. Maura followed her lead, resting her head on friend's shoulder and looking at the night sky. With her lovely date tucked into her side, Jane brought her hand up and began stroking Maura's hair, sending a chill down the medic's body.
"Are you cold?" she murmured, her lips brushing against Maura's forehead.
"A little," she admitted. She felt Jane shift to get the rest of the blanket, and pushed softly against Jane's stomach, encouraging her to stay put. "I'll get it."
Maura reached over and grabbed the far edge of the blanket, and gracefully managed to flip herself on top of Jane with most of her weight on her knees, the blanket on top of both of them. Without further hesitation, Maura began kissing Jane again, insistently, and without apology. She had wanted to be with her all night, and finally she had her chance.
Jane was surprised but quickly picked up on the play, kissing Maura back, snaking her arms around her waist and holding her close. Her hands wandered down to grasp Maura's intoxicatingly round, firm rear, squeezing and massaging her flesh. A small moan escaped from the usually wordy girl, causing Jane to grin wickedly through the kiss.
Encouraged, the brunette's hands began to wander further down Maura's thighs, gripping and releasing along the way, gathering up the skirt of the medic's purple dress. The honey-blonde's kisses increased and she moved down to Jane's neck, suckling and biting her pleasure. Finally Jane had reached the hem of the skirt and dipped her hands under the material, eliciting another gasp of pleasure from the scientist as she felt Jane's touch on the area behind her knees.
Trying to enjoy the sensations and not rush the journey, Jane slowly walked her hands back up Maura's thighs, this time slightly shifting her grip to the back inside of her legs, relishing the sensation of the soft, sensitive skin.
Maura could feel herself unwinding in Jane's talented hands. Unable to concentrate on kissing her neck, she nuzzled against Jane's shoulder, breathing heavily, feeling her arousal grow with each passing stroke on her legs. All she could do was whimper and hold on to Jane.
After several moments of ascending up her inner thighs, Jane felt the warm, silky dampness of Maura's panties.
"Baby, is this okay?" she asked, running a fingernail along the leg seam of Maura's panties, emphasizing where she wanted to go next.
"Hmph," Maura whimpered. Jane again grinned to herself and added her second hand into the act of running a fingernail along the opposite seam of the under-garment.
"Hmmmm? I don't think that was really an answer," she teased softly. "I think you know what I want. Is it okay?"
Maura took in a deep, stabilizing breath and pulled back. "Jane,…" her warning tone stopped Jane's movements. She lowered her eyes. "I…I want to, but…I think we should talk first."
"Oh," Jane replied in surprise. Not the turn I was thinking this was going to take. "Um, of course. Okay." Reluctantly, but compliantly, she removed her hands from Maura after quickly squeezing her bum one more time for good measure. Not sure what we're going to talk about, but I can't help getting a little bit more of that ass before I have to abandon it.
Maura whimpered wistfully at Jane's final squeeze, feeling another surge of wetness course through her lower regions, as her prone companion pulled away. Once Jane had disentangled herself, she dutifully climbed off of her and laid on her side, facing her. Jane mirrored the position.
"Are you okay?" Jane asked, brushing back Maura's hair from her face so she could more closely see her. Maura nodded.
"I'm very okay. I…I just wanted to talk to you first. Before we…well, before." Now Jane nodded her understanding.
"Sure. What would you like to talk about?"
"Um…I've read that before you have sexual relations with someone, you should discuss your previous sexual history so that both parties are aware of what they are getting into. So…we should do that, right?"
Jane arched her eyebrows in surprise. She had heard that too, but wasn't very familiar with the actual practice. "Uh,…yeah, that seems logical, and…uh, like the mature thing to do."
Pleased, Maura continued. "Okay, good. I'll…um…I'll go first then?" Jane nodded. "Okay. Well, I've…been with two people. One was at our school dance last year when I was sixteen. I...decided that I didn't want to be a virgin anymore, so I found an attractive individual at the dance and we flirted. Near the end of the dance, we went to his car and…well, that was that." Jane quietly listened, stroking Maura's hair as she spoke. "The other one, he and I dated for six months last year. He was a very nice guy, and after dating for a few months, we decided to take our relationship to the next level. Unfortunately he moved back to Germany and we ended things. It was difficult for us to see each other anyway since I went to an all-girls school and he an all-boys school. Our schools rarely had engagements together, but we tried to make it work."
"Did you love him?" Jane asked, feeling as if Maura may be wishing he was there instead of her.
"No!" She shook her head emphatically. "He was a very nice person, but no, I did not love him." She could see the relief on Jane's face. "When I was with the guy from the dance and every time I was with my boyfriend, we always used protection. I also got tested before coming to camp, just to be sure, and everything is fine. But Jane…" she paused, inhaling deeply, "I've never been with a woman before."
Jane grinned, and kissed her softly on the lips. "That's okay," she replied, shrugging. "Thank you for sharing all of that with me," she smiled at Maura, taking both her hands in one of her own and kissing them. "My side of this conversation will be pretty brief. I've never been with anyone, male or female." She moved forward to recapture the medic's swollen lips and resume where they had left off before the somewhat awkward conversation.
Maura put up a hand, stopping her. "Ha, ha, very funny."
Switching tactics seeing that Maura was going to be using her mouth, Jane decided to recalibrate and advanced toward her neck. "I'm not kidding. I haven't been all the way with anyone." She nibbled at the petite teen's neck. "But hopefully that will change soon." She pulled back to grin down at Maura with a glint in her eye.
Shocked, Maura blurted out, "You're a virgin?" Jane nodded, grin still plastered firmly on her face.
"Uh-huh."
"No way. You're kidding me. You're not a virgin. Why won't you tell me your past? Is it a lot? It's okay. I won't mind."
Jane couldn't help but laugh at Maura's disbelief. "Baby, I wouldn't lie to you about this. If I had a past, I would certainly tell you. Maybe I wouldn't have stopped everything to tell you," she paused, realizing there was a lot of truth in that statement, "but I certainly would have now, if I had a past to tell." Maura continued to gape at her open-mouthed. "Um, is that a problem?"
"What? No! It's not a problem. I'm just…surprised. You seem so…experienced." Again, a low chuckle escaped from Jane.
"Well, I'm certainly glad you think so. I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm no saint. I've done other things, but I've never gone all the way with anyone. I just…think you should wait until you've met the right person." She ducked her head, realizing that her admission could be taken as an insult by Maura and the way she had chosen to lose her virginity.
Maura replied, astonished, "You think I'm the right person?"
Jane looked up, and nodded slowly. "I do."
Maura closed the distance between them, recapturing Jane's lips, but was careful not to deepen the kiss. "Then we should wait," she announced, pulling away from Jane.
Slightly dazed from the sudden end of the kiss, Jane replied, "Huh?"
"We should wait," Maura replied decisively.
"Wait? Wait for what?"
"We should wait until I can properly deflower you," she flirted seductively.
Jane couldn't believe her ears. "What? No! No, no, no, no, no. We don't have to wait for anything. I'm good. Really. I'm good to go right now." Jane moved forward to close their distance.
"Jane..." Maura's warning tone came through again. "C'mon on. Walk me back to my cabin," she said, standing up.
Frustrated, Jane rolled onto her back and released a pent-up breath. Maura continued to look down at her. Finally, Jane picked herself up and began folding the blanket. A thought crossed her mind. "You know, I was lying. I've actually been with many people and I just didn't want to tell you."
Maura smirked, hearing the distinctively playful tone in Jane's voice. "Oh really?"
"Yes. Yes, definitely. Many people."
"Okay, tell me who was your first time with?"
"Uh….his name was Dylan. We…we went to the winter formal together and…it was during the dance." Maura continued to look at Jane skeptically. "We went upstairs to a hotel room he rented, and…um..yeah, we had sex."
"You know, we get Beverly Hills 90210 in syndicate in France too, Jane," she stated, calling Jane's bluff.
"Ah Maura! C'mon!" she huffed. "I don't need anything special. You're all I need."
Touched, Maura took the blanket from Jane and then took her hand and began to walk them back to camp. "I know you think that. But even though we haven't know each other for very long, you are an incredible romantic. Also, I regret the way I lost my virginity, and I want your first time to be special. Taking you on a dock when anyone can come up to us is not my idea of the memory I want you to look back on. Let me do this."
"But if I wasn't a virgin, then we'd be making out on the dock right now," Jane whined, hating the tone her voice had taken, but was sexually frustrated and didn't care. "Is that right?"
Maura sighed. It was right. "Yes, but now I know. And I won't have sex with you until it's right."
Undeterred, Jane continued to argue. "You know, I could go out and get rid of it too." At this Maura stopped, causing Jane to stop too.
"Then promise me. Promise me that I get to be your first time." She held Jane in her steady gaze, making it difficult for Jane to look elsewhere. The tall athlete began to squirm.
"Why's it such a big deal? I just want to be with you. I don't care when or how."
"But I care. And if you go out and 'rid' yourself of it, I…don't think I could forgive you." Maura's steely gaze continued to bore into Jane, leaving no room for Jane to doubt her. "So promise me." Jane stood there, remaining silent. Maura decided to continue. "On the dock, the first night we…got together, you told me that you consented to me, completely. And you still do. You don't get to pick the time or place, but I promise that I will consent to you too." She looked longingly into Jane's eyes, seeing that she was making progress. "Please?" she ended simply.
Reluctantly, Jane vowed that Maura could be her first time. "On one condition." She made sure she had the medic's undivided attention. "We have sex before the end of the summer." Jane's resolve was unquestionable. She could see Maura hesitate, calculating out the very few weeks they had left of camp. Jane continued. "It's not fair to ask for something so great and then run away and expect me to still be a virgin when we see each other again…if we see each other again." Maura swallowed at the harsh truth in the statement. After the summer ended, she didn't know what would happen to her and Jane.
"You're right. That's fair. It's a deal," the honey-blond agreed.
Jane held out her hand for them to shake on it. Maura took her hand, but then quickly pulled Jane to her and captured her in a scorching, searching kiss, which Jane returned in kind.
"Then it's a date," Jane breathily answered once Maura broke the kiss. Maura smiled, pecking Jane once more on the lips before disappearing into her darkened cabin, leaving Jane with the thought of when they would finally be together, and what that would be like.
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