Maura finished wrapping up the remains of Bass's dinner. The kitchen was cold and she felt the weight of her loneliness settle around her. Maura shivered and headed to her room for an extra sweater.
The closet Maura chose also happened to house many of Jane's things. The medical examiner had stashed them away there after Angela had moved out, too angry and busy to return them to Jane, or throw them away. Maura dug through the bright blue soccer bag of Jane's youth, tossing aside a random assortment of gum wrappers and ponytail holders.
There was nothing in the bag, Maura didn't know what she had been expecting, she returned it to the closet and went to shut the door. Except, right as she was about to close the door for good, something caught Maura's eye. A bulge protruded out of the end of the soccer bag, a place Maura hadn't expected to find a zipper. There was a zipper, however, and now she pulled on it and held her breath, still not knowing why.
Maura's hand fastened on something that felt like a bullet and an egg combined, metal but oval. There was a switch on the side of it and a rotating wheel. Realizing what she was holding in her hand, Maura felt herself begin to blush. She was more than aware of the workings of human sexuality, and had never thought of herself as easily embarrassed, but something about holding Jane's vibrator in her hand made Maura's cheeks feel like they were on fire.
Maura reached up and felt her cheeks to discover that they really were warm to the touch, looked back at the thing in her hand that had been in Jane's vagina, and realized it was turning her on. It wasn't just turning Maura on, actually, she was already uncomfortably wet; her clit throbbed.
Thinking she should wash it first, Maura decided against the more rational option, and instead thought of Jane using the toy against her own mons while she tried in vain to catch Jane's scent still on the toy.
Her underwear could not come off quickly enough. Maura moved to the edge of the bed, her pelvis balancing right there where she imagined Jane would be on her knees or with a strap-on. Maura had never slept with a woman, but she knew what she wanted Jane to do already, without even knowing she had really thought about it before.
Maura thought about Jane leaning over her, the way her dark, curly haired would wash over Maura's face when Jane kissed her. She imagined the muscles in Jane's shoulders and back as they moved under her fingertips while Jane held herself above her. Jane would hold herself above her like that and reach down…
…Maura moved her own hand down her breasts and ribs, to her stomach, to the place where she wanted Jane's hand.
~TBC~