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Author's Note: I read through the first 9 chapters and noticed all kinds of typos. I apologize for the hurried way in which I've been writing and posting—a breeding ground for typos. To the reader who mentioned that Maura would likely want to know what was going on with them, I think you're right and I have addressed this. Thanks for the suggestion. Please note the change in rating. Without further ado, the much awaited chapter 10. -DKC
Slow and Steady – Chapter 10
Sitting at the Dirty Robber with Frost, Korsak and Frankie wasn't quite where Jane and Maura wanted to be this Friday night, but as long as they were together, it was good enough.
Jane and Maura shared one side of the booth, as they often did, as the table discussed the brutal cases they'd recently closed and their plans for the weekend. Maura found herself zoning out frequently through the night, thinking more about Jane than the conversation at hand. Her mind was wandering when she felt Jane's hand rest on her thigh. She looked over and Jane winked at her. The weight of Jane's hand on Maura's thigh caused a sensation low in the doctor's stomach that only served to fuel the questions circling in her brain.
As their dinner and drinks came to a close, it wasn't particularly late. Walking to their cars, Maura asked Jane if she'd like to come over to watch a movie. Jane readily accepted the offer and put her hand out for Maura's keys. Though Maura often put up a fight about this, secretly she loved Jane driving them in Maura's car.
"Jane?" Maura asked as Jane was concentrating on the road while driving them home.
"Hmm?"
"You know that I like to have definitions for human interactions because I am often at a loss when it comes to understanding them," the analytical doctor began. "And I realize that whatever has been going on with us hasn't been going on for very long, but at some point are we going to, well, talk about it?"
Jane glanced at Maura and took one hand off the wheel to place over Maura's hand. There was no doubting the love and loyalty in the detective's eyes and Maura knew that, she'd seen that look from Jane for years now. She just struggled to find words for what exactly that meant.
"When you were a kid, did you ever finally learn how to do something and just wanted to take a moment to revel in that victory?"
Maura gave Jane a confused look, not following the detective's line of thought at all.
"Like, when I was in little league, I had worked and worked at executing the perfect drag bunt. I'd try it in games and I'd always be thrown out," Jane explained. "Then one day, for whatever reason, it just clicked and I could finally do it. I finally understood the mechanics of it and could execute it flawlessly."
"Oh! Like when you first learn how to use the fundamental theorem of calculus?"
"Uhh…" Jane didn't even know what the fundamental theorem of calculus was. "I guess so?"
"Okay, I understand what you're saying, but I don't understand what it has to do with you and I," the doctor responded.
"It's like I've finally figured something out that I've been trying to understand for years and I just want to revel in the moment," came Jane's tender explanation.
"Jane…" Maura gripped Jane's had tightly and looked at her best friend who she noticed had shed a single tear that was now falling down her cheek.
"Whatever this is, whatever we are becoming, you are and will always be my best friend. Lately, I've just wanted to see what happens. To see if you are feeling the same things I'm feeling and if you are wanting the same things I'm wanting."
Maura brought Jane's hand up to her mouth and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. She looked at Jane as she did so.
"I assure you, I do."
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The women arrived at Maura's house, changed into their sleepwear and settled on the couch to watch a movie.
Maura didn't hesitate to snuggle up beside Jane and loved the feeling of Jane's arm wrapped around her. They sat like this for nearly a half hour before Maura could no longer hold her hands still. She placed her hand on Jane's stomach, tracing the design of Jane's t-shirt as she did so. After several minutes of this motion, Maura inched her way under the bottom of the t-shirt and made skin-to-skin contact with Jane's abs. She noticed the detective's breath hitch and she wondered if Jane was thinking about that morning when she awoke with Maura's hand in precisely this position. She made small strokes across the strong muscles, attempting to, but failing to continue paying attention to the movie. Her hand slowly moved higher until one finger was following the natural line where Jane's breasts began.
"Maur…" Jane husked.
The doctor looked up at the detective and saw dark, dilated pupils staring back at her. As her chin lifted for that look, Jane's lips pressed down on hers. Maura's hand remained just on the precipice of Jane's breasts, thankful that Jane had rid herself of her bra when they changed, and Jane's hand moved from Maura's shoulder down her back. Jane pulled Maura closer, intensifying the kiss. With Jane deepening the kiss into something much more demanding, Maura took that as permission to palm one of Jane's breasts. Jane moaned into Maura's mouth at the touch.
Maura's legs were nearly in Jane's lap as their tongues battled and she switched from clutching one breast to the other. As her thumb and forefinger began rolling Jane's nipples, Jane pulled Maura closer and with nowhere else to go, Maura straddled Jane's lap.
"God," Jane whimpered.
Their kiss was on fire. Maura's hands were working magic on Jane's nipples. And yet they still weren't as close as they wanted to be. Jane's hands fell to Maura's backside, using that leverage to pull the woman further into her lap. This new position was welcome by Maura, but she wanted more. She reached down for the bottom of Jane's shirt, offered a pleading look to Jane and then pulled Jane's shirt over her head.
"Mmm…" Maura hummed as she lowered her mouth to Jane's now quite erect nipples. She was too impatient herself to tease Jane at this point, so she took a nipple in her mouth immediately.
"Oh, fuck!" Jane hissed and then moaned at the vibration of Maura chuckling with Jane's nipple in her mouth.
The very conscientious doctor generously attended to each of Jane's nipples, kneading the breasts from below as she went. Jane's hands tangled in the doctor's locks as she arched her back.
Slowly Maura slid a hand down Jane's abs and met the waistband of her shorts.
"Jane…" Maura whispered, outlining the waistband as she looked up at Jane. "I want to touch you."
Jane didn't respond orally, but her hips titled up giving Maura the answer she was looking for. Keeping her eyes locked on Jane's, Maura slid her hand past the waistband until she reached pure silk. Gliding through wetness, Maura used one finger to stroke the entire length of Jane's slit. Jane's head dropped back against the couch as she moaned.
"I've been…" Maura whispered in Jane's ear as she brought their faces closer, "…wanting to touch you…" her thumb made contact with Jane's clit, causing the detective's hips to buck, "…for years."
"Mother of god," Jane cried as she took Maura's face in her hands and kissed her.
The kiss was as intense as any the two women had shared, but what was happening below Jane's waistband was the most intense sensation the detective had ever felt. Jane had been pleasured many times, but never by a someone who knew her this well and never by someone who knew the human body as expertly.
"Christ," Jane whimpered, breaking their kiss as Maura made tight circles around her swollen clit. "I'm close."
And with those two words, the doctor pinched lightly, sending her best friend flying. It wasn't a drawn out encounter, but Jane could not control her body with Maura doing what she was doing. Maura continued stroking Jane as she came own from the highest high she had ever felt.
"You are exquisite," Maura whispered.
Jane pulled Maura tight to her as she nestled her face in Maura's hair. She was unable to form words in that moment. There was much to say, but she knew Maura would forgive her silence.
After several minutes of holding one another, the first words came from Maura who barely whispered: "Let's go to bed."