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Author's Note: I'm finding these short scenes much quicker to write. Hopefully y'all aren't feeling bombarded by updates. Thank you again for the kind reviews and encouragement to continue. -DKC
Slow and Steady – Chapter 5
"Maura, take a break from it. We need to sleep. Sleep, then catch the bastard who did this," Jane pleaded from her place on Maura's office couch where she was lying down.
"You should sleep. Only one of us can sleep at a time down here anyway," came the doctor's response.
The two women had been in Maura's office for about a half hour. Jane came with Maura to her office hoping to catch an hour or two of sleep while the team waited for lab results on their latest possible suspect. They'd been working a case nonstop for almost 48 hours without any breaks. Korsak had gone home for a few hours and Frost was likely asleep in the bunks the department kept for tired cops on call.
"There's plenty of room for both of us on this couch," Jane stated as if she was simply offering her friend a glass of water and not intimate sleeping quarters.
Maura looked at Jane, her eyebrow raised. Jane scooted back against the back of the couch and patted the spot beside her. Putting aside her logical, rational brain, the doctor closed her laptop and walked to the door. Though it was already closed, Maura locked it. She walked to the couch, slipped off her heels and settled in with her back to Jane. The detective took the opportunity to wrap both arms around her friend.
"Jane? What are we doing?" Maura asked sincerely.
"We're getting an hour or two of sleep for our sanity," Jane droned, her chin resting on Maura's shoulder.
Disappointed in the deflection, Maura turned around in Jane's arms and placed her left hand on Jane's hip. Their faces were an inch apart.
"Jane…" Maura started.
"I don't know, Maur. I don't know what we're doing or where it is going, but I like it. It feels natural, like this is where we were headed all this time. I don't know, I wish I did," came the thoughtful, honest response.
Maura's hands cupped Jane's face as she considered what she was about to do. She now knew that anything she did—at least anything they had done—wasn't objectionable to her best friend who she was terrified of losing. Maura's mouth found Jane's and this time there was nothing chaste about the kiss. She started kissing Jane tenderly. Her tongue traced Jane's bottom lip. It was a split second between Jane granting Maura entrance and Maura tangling her tongue with Jane's. It was, in many ways, their real first kiss and it was everything Maura hoped—passionate, heated and uninhibited.
Jane loved the feeling of Maura's tongue exploring her mouth. She was trying to prevent a moan from escaping as she relished the sensation of Maura tickling the roof of her mouth. Her arms were tightening, Maura's breasts pushing into her own. She knew her body's response was soon to be out of control if this continued.
"Maur…" Jane broke the kiss. "If you keep kissing me like that, we are never going to get any sleep and we'll regret that in another 12 hours when we've been awake for 60 straight."
"You're right," Maura agreed as she suddenly kissed Jane's forehead and turned over in her arms.
"I was expecting at least a bit of an argument," Jane chuckled, pulling Maura tight to her.
"I am saving that energy for later," came the confident and teasing response. Simultaneously, Maura pressed her ass further back into Jane.
There was a noticeable gulp from Jane as she felt the pressure of Maura's ass against the places that were making her body hum. Despite Maura's teasing, the sleep deprivation was winning out.
"I'm going to hold you to that," Jane managed to whisper as she nodded off to sleep.