When they were able to extract fingers, both Jane and Maura pulled away and sat on their knees, facing each other while they gasped for breath. Jane was suddenly all too aware of the fact that the sex was now over, and Maura was awake. "Maur…" Jane began, trying to make out Maura's face in the darkness. "Oh god," she heard the other woman gasp. The bed creaked and she felt Maura's weight shift. Suddenly the lamp came on, light exploding over the room and displaying a topless Jane still on the bed. Maura's hair was crazed from sex, and her silk button up top was clinging to her body by a lone button that had been too far down for Jane to reach. They stared at each other, Jane looking embarrassed and Maura looking utterly confused. "Did we just…" Maura trailed off, her hand smoothing down her hair. "I'm sorry, I just… I woke up and you were…" Jane was fidgeting. Trying to search for the shirt that had been discarded some time during their shenanigans.
Maura's face heated crimson and she quickly began to button her top, occupying herself with something other than admiring Jane's flushed body. "So this was all...real?" she asked softly, still focusing on her buttons. Jane gnawed on her lip, wondering if Maura was regretting it. "Yeah. I mean, you were…before I started, but then you woke up and you thought it was still the dream, and I tried to…But then you…" Jane stopped herself since she could apparently not finish any sentence she attempted. "I'm sorry Maur, I shouldn't have. I'm gonna, uhm, I'm gonna head home." What time was it? Jane didn't even know. She just knew that she needed to escape the awkwardness of the situation before she ruined their friendship any more. How could she have overstepped that bound? Just because Maura was dreaming it, didn't mean Maura wanted it to happen in reality.
Maura was silent as she watched Jane pull her top on and grab a pair of pants off the dresser before she quickly fled the room. What had just happened? She'd thought she'd just experienced the best most realistic dream of her life, and to learn it had all been real…her and Jane. They'd just… and she wanted it. She finally got it, and there she was letting Jane runaway. Maura quickly scrambled off the bed, chasing after the detective, "Jane, Wait!"
She caught the detective in the kitchen, nearly ready to leave. "Jane!" she called out again, causing the other woman to whip around quickly. Wordlessly, Maura closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against Jane's in the most desperate kiss of her life- a kiss that needed to say all the words she didn't know how to. She loved Jane, she wanted her, she wasn't upset, she wanted more. Everything. Maura's hands reached up to cup Jane's face and she moved her lips over the detectives with both gentleness and passion, molding their bodies together.
Jane, completely caught off guard, took several seconds to register what was happening before she melted against the ME's smaller frame. Her hands went down to rest on Maura's waist, pulling her close, as Jane opened her lips invitingly to Maura's probing tongue. Jane moaned into Maura's mouth, overwhelmed with the sensations and emotions she was experiencing. She was afraid, relieved, and turned on all at once. God, Maura was such a good kisser.
Maura pulled away for air, and gazed into Jane's eyes searchingly, and in those eyes she saw everything she was wanting, everything she was looking for. Jane felt the same as she did.
"I want to have sex with you again- knowing I'm awake this time," Maura whispered before pressing her lips to Jane's pulse point gently. Jane groaned, feeling herself go weak, "yes," she whispered, "god yes," she emphasized as Maura began trailing kisses down to her chest. Jane's hands came up to tangle in Maura's hair as the blonde pushed Jane back against the fridge and began tearing open the buttons to her shirt as she continued to kiss her way lower- every undone button exposing more skin to explore.
"Fuck, Maur," Jane gasped, biting her lip as she let her eyes close. Her fingers tightening in Maura's honey colored curls, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Maura's tongue flicked over pert nipples. "Jane, you are gorgeous," Maura whispered between kissed, lowering herself to her knees in front of Jane. Jane whimpered softly, shivering as Maura slowly pulled her underwear down. She stepped out of them on wobbly legs then leaned back against the fridge as Maura kissed her way lower.
Jane kept her fingers in Maura's hair, as the blonde lifted one of Jane's legs and directed her to place it over Maura's shoulder. With more access, Maura dove in, one hand wedging between Jane and the fridge to grab her ass and then other wrapping around Jane's thigh to steady her. Maura's tongue slipped between Jane's wet folds and she moaned in appreciation at the taste. She slid her tongue over Jane's center, then up to tease her throbbing clit.
Trembling and gripping Maura's hair for dear life, she trapped Maura against her with her leg and moaned softly as ripples of pleasure made their way through her body. This was definitely the hottest thing she'd ever experienced – up against the fridge with a leg over Maura as the ME kneeled in front of her and ate her out. Fuck, how did she get so lucky?
Jane didn't have time to question her luck anymore once Maura began squeeze her ass as she slid her tongue in and out of Jane's dripping core. Jane cried out, thrusting herself shamelessly into Maura's mouth. Maura moaned in excitement at Jane's reaction and applied more pressure, stimulating Jane's entrance and inner walls with strength a tongue should not possibly possess. Jane was practically twitching, barely able to stay upright as the pleasure increased. Maura returned to her clit, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it gently before swirling her tongue around the throbbing bud and probing it for pleasure. Jane's free hand went up to grip the fridge, praying that it didn't open and send her flying as she held onto it for balance as she rocked her hips against Maura's mouth desperately. "Oh fuck!" she cried out, electrifying pleasure shooting through her and causing her to tense up. "Maur, I'm close," Jane warned breathlessly, her voice so low and husked with sex Maura wanted to come at the sound of it.
Encouraged by Jane's words, Maura's hand slid around from Jane's perfect ass to between her thighs, two fingers slipped into her with ease and began to thrust in and out at a rapid pace as Maura continued to stimulate Jane's all-to sensitive clit. Jane was crying out Maura's name, moaning repeatedly- each one increasing in volume and length. Maura curled her fingers, sliding them against Jane's walls, searching for that special spot. After a few moments she found it, hooking her fingers deep into Jane and rubbing as she repeatedly flicked her tongue.
Jane came. Hard. Literally screaming out in pleasure before her sounds subsided to repeated moans and whimpers. She was rocking hard against Maura's movements, the hand in her hair trapping Maura's face to her body. Jane shuddered her release, and when the orgasm had subsided Maura quickly replaced her foot to the ground and steadied her as she slid down the fridge to join Maura on the floor. Jane collapsed into Maura's arms, trembling from the pleasure. "Jesus, Maur-" Jane gasped before pressing her lips against Maura's. She sucked the other woman's lips clean of her juices before pulling away and gazing at Maura with hungry eyes. "What took us so long to do this?" she asked, pulling Maura closer to her. Maura chuckled, "that's a good question that I cannot answer." Teasingly, Jane feigned a shocked face, "a question that Dr. Isles can't answer?" Maura rolled her eyes and smiled, "don't get used to it."