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Author's Note: Be prepared for an angsty chapter in the near future. It can't all be fluff in the slow and steady march toward togetherness. -DKC
Slow and Steady – Chapter 16
Jane knew that Maura was out to dinner with her father, but she just couldn't stay away. She pulled up alongside Maura's house and knocked on the door at the guesthouse. She was waiting on the couch, biting her lip and tapping her foot until she heard a car pull into Maura's driveway. She watched out one of the side windows of the guesthouse as Maura's father walked her to the front door. She saw them talking and he gave Maura a hug. Jane took this as her cue. She left the guesthouse and headed for the side door that opened into Maura's kitchen. She waited a few seconds after she heard the front door close before she tapped softly on the side door.
"Jane!" Maura pulled Jane into the house by the front of her collared shirt.
"I told you that you were welcome to go to dinner with us," Maura smirked.
Maura knew the look she saw on Jane's face. It was the same look she saw the night she stood before Jane in nothing but her lace bra and panties. Jane was aroused and she wanted Maura. She needed Maura.
"Oh," Maura breathed as she realized why Jane was waiting for Maura to return from dinner.
Before she had much time to process what was going on, Jane's lips crashed into hers. There were powerful hands tangled in her wavy hair and an insistent tongue diving into her mouth. She was overwhelmed with the sudden way Jane made her desire known.
"I want you," Jane huffed.
"I know," Maura managed to say before a moan escaped her mouth at the sensation of one of Jane's hands running down the length of her spine until it reached Maura's ass.
They stood in the kitchen fervently kissing, Jane's hand on Maura's ass and Jane's tongue deep in Maura's mouth when the side door swung open. Luckily, Angela had her back to the door as she was carrying an armful of fresh linens and didn't have a free hand to push the door open. The women were able to break apart before Angela faced the kitchen.
"Jane! I wondered where you went. I wanted you to bring this load of laundry over, but you were already gone," Angela said. "Maura here are your clean sheets and towels."
"Angela, you didn't need to do that," Maura said. She was abashed at both the fact that Jane's mother had done her laundry and that she nearly caught her making out with her daughter.
"It's really not a bother. I am happy to help and I do the same for Janie."
Maura took the load of laundry from the Rizzoli matriarch and set it on the kitchen island. She attempted to steal a glance at Jane, but Jane was revealing nothing.
"I'll leave you two, I just wanted to get this over to you before you went to bed. Goodnight girls!" Angela exited the same way she so abruptly entered.
"God," Jane sighed.
Maura walked into the living room trying to make out if Jane was embarrassed, ashamed or just stunned. If this, whatever this was, were to continue, they would eventually be found out.
"Maur?" Jane asked with noticeable concern in her voice.
"If you want me, we'll have to determine what this is between us," Maura stipulated.
"I know," Jane whispered as she came into the room and approached Maura. "I want you."
Jane's manner sent a chill through Maura and a heat to her core. She couldn't deny her own desire. Not now, not when Jane had already satiated that desire before.
Before she could respond in words, Maura reached for Jane and their kiss that was so rudely interrupted moments before resumed. Maura tugged on Jane's bottom lip and Jane's reaction of trying to grasp Maura's hips nearly sent them tumbling into the coffee table. Laughing, Maura pushed Jane down on the couch.
"Have you been waiting all evening for this?" Maura's coyness was on full display.
"All evening? No," Jane answered, sitting up and pulling her shirt over her head. "I've been waiting since I had to leave you in my bed Sunday morning."
With that, Maura slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and revealed a strapless bra and a barely-there thong.
"You are so…" Jane started.
"If you say hot in a thick Boston accent, I will punch you," Maura interrupted the staring detective.
Jane let out a throaty laugh and pulled Maura on top of her. She kissed the doctor's lips before burying her face in Maura's hair and nipping at her neck. Maura went to work on Jane's pants, unbuckling her belt, loosening it and unzipping her pants. She slid Jane's pants and underwear down in one quick movement without having to detach Jane's mouth from the places on her neck that really turned her on.
"God," Jane moaned as Maura pulled her own thong down her thighs and pressed her clit to Jane's.
"Goddess would be the correct term," Maura hummed at the sensation.
"Are you going to be a smartass the whole time?" Jane chuckled.
"It depends how long this takes or how many times we do this," the doctor had bent forward and was licking along the edges of Jane's bra straps.
"Oh, I don't intend for this to be the last time," Jane rasped.
"I meant how many times tonight."