The next several nights, Jane continued to spend in Maura's bed- all of them free of the nightmares that had been tormenting her. Maybe it was mind over matter, or just conquering her fear, but whatever it was, it had worked. After the second nightmare free night, they stopped making excuses for Jane to stay the night. She wasn't there just in case, she wasn't there because she was having nightmares. She was there because she wanted to be, and Maura wanted her there. They slept better, beside each other.
Friday night after having marathoned Orange is the New Black, both women went their separate ways to shower, then climbed into bed. They laid there for several minutes with the lamp on, gazing up at the ceiling. "Well, that was…something," Maura commented, her mind still on the show. Jane snorted and rolled over, "what, you don't want to go back to prison?" she teased. Maura shook her head, laughing, "no I think the time I spent there was more than enough for me." Jane smiled, gazing over at Maura lovingly, "well, if you would have stayed in prison I would have had to do something stupid to land myself in there, too. And that would have been a waste." Maura laughed out loud, shoving Jane away as she rolled over onto her side, "hey!" They shook their heads, still laughing, and Maura sighed softly.
After idle conversation for a few more minutes, Maura rolled over and shut off the lamp and both women bid their goodnights before rolling over to their respective sides of the bed and closing their eyes.
Jane awoke to the sudden movements coming from beside her. She opened her eyes to the darkness and laid still for a moment, trying to figure out what had awoken her. She turned over to where Maura was asleep beside her and could barely make out the ME's outline through the darkness. She heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a breathy exhale- her name somewhere in the mix. Jane held her breath and strained her eyes against the darkness- had that been Maura?
There it was again. Maura moved, no, she squirmed, and gasped out Jane's name again. Jane's eyes widened in the darkness, was Maura having a dirty dream about her? She opened her mouth to say Maura's name then thought against it. She waited in the stillness to see if Maura would do, or say, anything else. Jane was strangely aroused by the fact Maura was having a dream of her. That somewhere in Maura's mind, Jane was pleasuring her.
After a few moments Maura let out a soft, barely audible moan, her back arching off the bed slightly. Jane couldn't help herself, she could smell Maura's arousal. She could feel her own beginning to pool between her legs, and she was suddenly aching to be touched. Jane slowly slid her hand beneath the covers and down her body, careful not to wake Maura. At Maura's next soft gasp Jane slid a hand between her own legs and felt the moisture that had seeped through.
Maura's movements were getting slightly more erratic. Her head tossed from side to side, constantly moaning out Jane's name, or whimpering as she arched up into an invisible touch. Jane couldn't take it anymore, she wanted to touch Maura. She wanted to be the one causing such a reaction, not a dream version of herself. Jane removed her hand from between her legs and slowly crept it closer to Maura's squirming body. She held her breath as her fingers made contact with Maura's wet underwear, waiting to see if the other woman would wake up. When Maura didn't awake Jane slowly moved her fingers, rubbing them against Maura's clit through the damp flimsy fabric of her underwear. Maura moaned, much louder, and thrust her hips up, desperate for more contact. Jane was extremely aroused, and feeling slightly experimental. She'd never touched Maura, not like this. Sure, she'd thought of it- several times, and apparently Maura had as well, but neither of them had made a move to cross that line. But here Jane was, touching Maura as she slept, while Maura dreamt of Jane touching her. The irony.
Growing more confident, Jane sat up slightly and slipped her fingers beneath the fabric. The feel of Maura's soaking folds was pure bliss and Jane could hardly keep from losing herself in them. She started slow, still not wanting to wake the other woman yet. Her fingers grazed Maura's swollen clit, causing her hips to jolt up. Maura's breathing was quick and shallow, more like panting as she writhed on the bed. Somehow, she was still asleep. After a moment Jane slowly slid a finger closer to her entrance, not sure if she would be able to get away with going inside of Maura and having the other woman stay asleep.
Maura moaned, calling out Jane's name in her sleep, and Jane found herself obligated to pleasure the other woman. She had slowly inserted a finger and was in the process of adding another when Maura sat up quickly, trapping Jane's fingers inside of her. Jane froze in horror, realizing Maura must have woken up. Suddenly she had no idea how she would explain to the ME why her fingers were inside of her. Before Jane could say anything, Maura had grabbed her collapsed back against the bed, bringing Jane down with her. Maura's lips were on Jane's and she was thrusting her hips up into Jane's fingers.
When they pulled away for air, Jane was stammering, unsure what to say at this point. She was certain Maura had to be awake. "You feel so good," Maura panted, sliding her hands beneath Jane's top to skim them over her body. "Maur…I," Jane still hadn't formulated any words. "This is the best dream I've ever had," Maura whispered, bucking against Jane's still fingers.
Suddenly Jane realized Maura must believe she's still in a dream. God, that was hot. She opened her mouth to try to explain to Maura, but the blonde silenced her. "Don't say anything else, just fuck me," she commanded, reaching up to press her lips against Jane's roughly.
Demanding in bed? Jane never would have guessed. But she was suddenly aware of the wetness between her own legs, the aching desperation that had been throbbing between them, calling out for attention, for Maura's friction. Jane pulled her fingers out of Maura and settled herself over the blonde, pressing their cores together. She didn't even care that they were still wearing underwear, she was too desperate for contact.
"Oh Jane," Maura gasped, tilting her head back as Jane began an oral assault on the other woman's neck and chest. Jane pressed into Maura and began to rock her hips, creating that delicious friction she'd been craving. Maura groaned, her hands coming down to Jane's ass and pulling her body in closer. "Fuck," Jane gasped against Maura's chest before reaching up to unbutton the silk top to expose the rest of her smooth and perfect breasts.
They thrust their hips together, grinding into each other with erratic hunger that Jane had never felt before. She began sucking on one of Maura's nipples, causing the ME to cry out and drag her nails down Jane's back. Jane circled her hips, pressing deep into Maura's body as she felt the throbbing get replaced by a desire to fuck Maura harder. She quickly adjusted her position so she was pressed against Maura's thigh, allowing her hands access to Maura's dripping center.
Without delay, Jane thrust three fingers inside of her and began pumping them in and out as she frantically humped Maura's thigh. Maura was losing it, writhing beneath her and crying out a slew of obscenities Jane didn't know she was capable of saying, along with pleads for Jane to go faster, and not stop. Jane couldn't imagine stopping- it felt so fucking good. Maura graciously lifted her leg slightly, giving Jane a better angle to rub her needs into. Jane was kissing and sucking every portion of Maura's neck, panting in the ME's ear. She was getting close to climax, but she didn't want to stop.
"Oh fuck, Jane, oh don't stop," Maura pleaded, raising her hips to meet Jane's fingers roughly. Jane was pumping them in and out of her so hard that they made wet noises every time they slid back inside her, which only added to Jane's arousal. Maura reached up to play with Jane's breasts, gently squeezing and twisting each nipple.
Jane felt herself begin to peak. "Fuck, Maur, I'm going to come soon," she gasped out, grinding into Maura's thigh with no abandon. Maura moaned, pinching Jane's nipples a little more roughly, "I want to finger you," she panted, and without waiting for a reply was already scrambling out from beneath of Jane and getting to her knees. Jane followed suit and Maura got behind her, her hand coming around to slip between Jane's thighs. Jane leaned back against her and moaned as Maura inserted two fingers. Fuck. She felt so good. Much like Jane had done, Maura began to hump Jane, except instead she was rubbing against Jane's firm ass. She slid her fingers in and out of Jane quickly, curling them up to hit all the spots inside of Jane that made her want to scream.
"Oh god, Maur! Oh fuck, oh fuck don't stop," the moans erupting from Jane's mouth were coming from somewhere deep inside of her, guttural and primal. She was clenching down on Maura's fingers and pressing back into the blondes movements as she herself humped Maura's hand. "I'm so close," Jane gasped, feeling her walls begin to contract. "Maur, I want to touch you," Jane pleaded, squirming away from Maura. They re-positioned so they were on their knees facing each other, and their hands quickly went between the others thighs. With one hand they steadied themselves and with the other hand they began to finger each other with force that would have been painful if they hadn't been so aroused. They were both moaning in unison, bearing down on the others hands desperately as they rocked their hips. "Oh god, Jane, I'm close to orgasm," Maura whimpered, her body trembling from the abuse she was receiving by Jane's fingers.
Jane had been near tipping point for much longer, and at those words she felt herself clamp down around Maura's fingers. "Fuck Maur, don't stop. Come with me, I want you to come with me," she dug her fingers into Maura's shoulders, crying out from the pleasure wracking her body. At her words, Maura felt her own rush of pleasure, still pummeling her fingers in and out of Jane roughly.
The two women cried out, orgasming together with loud, held out moans as they fingered each other to pleasure.