Frozen Yogurt

Chapter 2

A/N many, many thanks to everyone who read this mess . One person commented that Jane was not in character. That may be so. This Jane is nervous, hesitant, shy and out of her element but determined to try to tell/show Maura how she feels. If this sort of Jane is not your cup of tea, then perhaps this is not for you.

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Never has anything felt so right. Jane can't decide what feels best, it's all sensory overload. Maura everywhere-warm, soft but strong, gentle. Hands moving without command, innocent touches. Getting to know Maura's skin with the knowledge of Want set free. Discovering that there are many different kinds of kisses, not just a few as a half assed prelude to…well, the rest.

"Um- is this the way you always kiss?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Jane. Do you not like it?"

"Oh, no. That's not what I meant. I like this a lot. I'm just used to, you know, things going differently."

"I see. How would you rather"

"No, Maur" Embarrassed now Jane buries her face into Maura's neck mumbling "Never mind. I'm sorry I brought it up."

"Tell me what you are thinking, please Jane."

"Just that, sort of what I was trying to say earlier. The way it goes for me. Not like this."

"I don't understand. I want to, Jane, so much. Would you let me sit up so we can talk?"

Jane gets up immediately and begins to pace. Maura worries that Jane will run.

"I didn't mean to upset you. Come sit down. We don't have to talk."

"It's just that they always shove their tongues down my throat, grab and pinch and in a hurry and then, then, you know, and rollover. That isn't what really happens, of course. I am sure it is fine…but that is not how it feels to me. Its dominance and control and…"

Maura is up off the couch, wrapping her arms around Jane, holding her close, whispering sweet nothings while wondering how many times Jane has felt this way. Every time after Hoyt at least, her mind supplies. "Shh, its ok…I'm here…I've got you…we don't have to do anything…just let me hold you"

Relaxing into Maura's hands rubbing gentle circles across her back, Jane pulls tighter, unconsciously swaying. The slight movement, much like an intimate slow dance, finds both women sighing pleasurably. Hands resume getting to know the body pressed so closely, discovering what touches makes the other move closer, bodies shifting together like puzzle pieces until the fit is delightfully torturous. Hums of approval, the whisper of clothing becomes the music they move to.

Jane rains kisses to the top of Maura's head at the hairline, moving down and across her forehead before reaching to cup her chin, tilting her head up to leave gentle kisses across closed eyes, cheeks, the tip of her nose and finally back to the lips that have been calling for this kind of attention for so, so long.

Jane pulled back slightly, husking "Maur…May I?"

Emboldened by the evening's events, taking the chance that Jane was finally ready, Maura met Jane's explosive gaze and replied as calmly as she could "Jane, when we are alone, like this…you may touch me, have me, in any way you want."

Groaning from deep in in her chest, Jane kisses Maura fully, tracing with her tongue, meeting Maura's, each exploring the new warm, wet world.

Jane forgot to breathe, her arms dropped from Maura to hang loosely, her brain trying to process the sensations being reported from her mouth. Leaning back, gasping for air, Jane relishes the way Maura nuzzles into her neck, kissing, nipping, and licking while her hands glide up then down her arms, holding her hands, entwining their fingers.

"God, Maur…you…that was…" Beaming, full blown dimpled smile finishes the sentence.